Soon the plan went into action, and Spider-Man was off. Mike had the T.V. on so we could see what he was up to.

"Is it true you never had a sweet sixteen?" Nikki asked.

"Yeah. I don't think I would've had one, anyway, even if I was here. I couldn't afford that. Maybe I'd just hang with you guys."

"Spider-Man's on!" Tre said, and we focused on the screen.

He was standing with a reporter, in her mid twenties, and was giving an interview. They were in front of the harbor.

"Doctor Octavious is a coward, so we don't need to focus on him. He's not that smart, either, so I don't know where the whole 'doctor' thing came from. Even that idiot Electro's a bigger threat. Doc Ock's over-rated. I mean, he couldn't even catch St. Jimmy, a fourteen year old kid. She's back, by the way. Had a little vacation." Spider-Man was beaming under his mask. He loved messing with super villains.

"The guy's totally gonna screw up Ock's head. No way a man of so much honor would take that." Nikki said. I saw her staring at Billie Joe Armstrong.

I sighed.

"Okay, Nikki, one autograph, that's it."

Green Day laughed. I couldn't help it. I would've been that way too. I was still in some disbelief that I was in the same room as them.

"She-Line, come in. What's your status?"

"I've got a visual on Doc Ock. He's headed this way."

"Good. Stay out of sight."

"Will do."

We watched the fight from the television. Spider-Man and Doc Ock were insulting each other as they kicked each others asses.

Spider-Man jumped up into the air, trying to kick Octavious in the face, but he grabbed him with one of his metal arms.

"Ha! You make me laugh."

"Thanks. I try."

"She-Line, come in. Are you seeing this?"

"Yeah. He needs some help. Ock's gonna rip him in two!"

"Go then!"

"I can't! It'd blow my cover!"

I got up from my seat and dove through the window. Hold on, Spidey.

Doc Ock was angry and humiliated. He was gonna do Spider-Man in once he was done returning the favor of embarrassment. Spider-Man was dangling by the leg, and Ock was showing him around. He could easily rip his body apart with the strength behind those metal arms! This was such a stupid idea. I should've known Ock would go on a rampage.

Within five minutes I was at the harbor. The smell of salt consumed the air. Doc Ock was still displaying the wall-crawler, explaining in great detail all the things he was going to pay for. I jumped off the roof I had been sitting on and landed on my feet.

"Stop! Let him down!" I shouted, standing in a ready position, my fists clenched tightly.

"Jimmy? Ah, I had heard you were back. I didn't believe it, but I'm starting to. What are you up to?"

"Put Spider-Man down. It's me you want. This was my idea."

He looked at Spider-Man, semi-conscious. His costume was ripped in a dozen places and he'd taken a beating.

"I told him to make fun of you in public. It was all me."

He walked over to me, Spider-Man still in his clutches. "Really, now. Why?"

"You'll find out soon enough." I told him.

He laughed for a few long seconds. I stared at him. What was so funny?

"I already know, you stupid girl."

"What?" I said.

"You think my best assassin would betray me? You fool."

She-Line jumped down, a gun pointed at me.

"Sorry, Jimbo. It's been a while since you were gone. I've become a lot stronger, and I've made powerful friends."

Doc Ock stared at me, then at Spider-Man.

"This is wonderful. The destruction of two pathetic excuses for super heroes in one day. This couldn't be sweeter."

"Agreed." She-Line smiled.

"This is the best day of my life."