I felt like telling them...just scream at them everything that went on...so they know...so they understood...but I didn't care if they understood. Doc Ock was gone, and at large. I should go after him...

That cute police officer that I thought was hott before came up to me. He didn't say anything and neither did I. We looked at each other's eyes, and they told each other our exact thoughts.

"You were brave." He said.

I still didn't say anything.

"Don't listen to them. You did the right thing."

Still, not a word from my mouth.

"You're on the right side of the law now, St. Jimmy."

You're Just Saying That Because You Don't Want Me To Kick You're Ass...

I looked at him, and then I looked at my bloody hands.

I thought of steeling the money...and the groceries...

"Am I?" I mumbled.

What did this adorable cop know? Nothing about me.

I flew away, knowing the media would have a field day with this.

I was right. The cover of The Daily Bugle had a picture of me right after I'd been thrown out the window. The cover read: "St. Jimmy Battles It Out...Almost To The Death! " and below it, in a different font read: "Has The Underage Vigilante Chosen Good Over Bad?"

I flipped through the paper as I sat on top of a roof. I'd stolen it. Hey, I was allowed to. I was on the cover.

Right there...oh my lord...they actually did it! There was a column on the second page that was titled: "HEAR THIS HEROES!". Underneath it there was a little description written. It said: "The Daily Bugle has been receiving mail from our readers to some of New York's superheroes. We've stated before that we have no real connection the heroes, but we've decided to create this column, where you're letters to the heroes of New York City are published. If you're lucky, they may read them!"

I skimmed through the column...

Ah, Dare Devil...Spider-Man...The Hulk...The Thing...Ghost Rider...Elektra...Black Cat...hey! Here I Am!

"To St. Jimmy,

Uh...hey. My name's Matt, I'm the high school kid you saved from the fire. I mean, this is kinda weird writing this where all of New York can see it, but if you'd stop by the school one day...I don't know...maybe we can get to know each other..."

I didn't bother reading the rest, it was a total no brainer!

Then there was one from Mr. Nap! Holy crap, this was weird!

"Dear St. Jimmy,

Hello, this is Mr. Nap, from the middle school that was sent on fire. I'm sure you remember me. Anyway, although this sounds informal, if you could stop by the school one time and tell us a day that is good for you, we'd love to have you speak to the school for an assembly. The students and faculty would appreciate this and be overjoyed if you accepted..."

Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. Maybe, okay? Didn't I say that before. Anyway, this column thing is really cool. I think it's pretty cool. Yeah, I just said that. Whatever, I'm confused with myself.

A few days later, The Daily Bugle received this letter:

"Hey, Daily Bugle and You People That Read It:

Wanna Let You Know That Column Thing Wasn't Just A Really Bad Idea. I've Been Reading It. Yeah, That's Right. I Actually Read Them. I'm Not Some Selfish Jerk Like SOME People I Could Mention. (Cough Cough...Dare Devil) So Keep Writing And I'll Keep Reading! Don't Expect Any More Replies, Though. I Probably Won't Have Time. I'll Be Busy, Y'know, Saving The World.

So, Thanks Again, Although I Don't Know Why I'm Thanking You,

With Love,

St. Jimmy"