Spider-Man ducked behind a police cruiser. He'd just taken down five armed persons before ten more surrounded him. It looked like there was an infinite supply of hench-people. Spider-Man used his quick reflexes and webbing to disarm four of them. He jumped into a flip and landed with a slight grunt next to a SWAT officer who'd managed to survive the first wave of assault.
"What are you doing, man? I thought you had this. Giving up already?" the SWAT officer said nervously.
The officer was one of the few remaining. The team leader and the others were further back. The officer rushed in without regard to his own safety to help the first responding officers on the scene, but it looked like none of them had survived. Their comms and radios were down. No cell service either. So the officer couldn't get in touch with their captain. If Spider-Man hadn't shown up when he did, he knew the officer would have died.
"What? No, I'm not giving up," Spider-Man said in exasperation. He'd just taken down five goons and disarmed four more. SWAT had managed to take down six before he arrived. Granted, it didn't take him as long as it did SWAT. However, there was a pressing matter he had to attend to besides coming to the rescue of a lone SWAT officer. "One of the first responders is hurt. I have a feeling they are trapped under a car. Luckily all these idiot goons were too busy to notice."
"You want me to go to him?" the officer said and scratched his chin in thought.
"No," Spider-Man said quickly. "You'd have to get past all the idiots with guns to get to him. Not to mention being pinned down by a car. It's not a euphemism. You couldn't help him even if you wanted to. I'll go, but I need you to keep these guys distracted."
"How?"
"Do you have any flash grenades or smoke bombs?"
"Yeah," the officer said and nodded. He pulled them out.
Spider-Man took one of the flash grenades and nodded.
"Okay," Spider-Man said and lowered his voice. "Here's the plan…"
"I'm back, boys, girls, and non-gendered fiends. Did you miss me?" Spider-Man said as he swung right at one of the goons and knocked them back with a kick to the solar plexus. The others pointed their guns at him and fired an array of bullets that he managed to dodge.
"Shut up, freak!"
"Eat lead!"
"Aw, already gave me a pet name and care about my eating habits. I'm touched," Spider-Man said sarcastically, making the goons growl. They continued their armed assault on him as he moved above them.
As Spider-Man made another pass over them, he dropped the flash grenade right smack in the middle of them all. He quickly made his way behind a barricade of debris. The unintended wall was built when the goons blew up the dry cleaners next to the bank.
Spider-Man landed swiftly and safely, all thanks to the smoke bombs that gave him cover. It allowed the other SWAT members to draw closer. They fired their weapons once they had a clear vision. The sounds of the bullets and shouts of anger were now background noise for Spider-Man as he quietly made his way next to the pinned-down officer.
The officer noticed him through bleary eyes and tight lips. Apparently, the officer was in more than a little bit of pain. It looked like the car had rolled in the explosion. The officer hadn't had time to get out of the way. Their body looked to be pinned at the hip and was slightly bent unnaturally. How the heck this person managed to survive but also stay awake was not his concern. He needed to get this person out from under the car. Then he had to take them to the nearest emergency room as soon as possible.
Spider-Man looked around for something he could use as a stretcher. He rushed over when he spotted an ironing table that was not long enough but would have to do.
"How are you holding up?" Spider-Man asked when he noticed the officer was carefully watching his every move and looked a lot more alert than he had when Spider-Man had first arrived on the scene.
"Not as well as I thought. Considering, I'm dreaming of a man in a blue and red spandex suit," the officer bit out with a grunt.
Spider-Man chuckled without humor. "Oh, I can assure you this is not a dream. I'm really here, and I'm going to get you out of this."
"Oh yeah, you got a jack with you or something?" the officer said with a dead stare targeted at Spider-Man's empty hands.
"What are you talking about? Do I have a Jack? I am the jack."
"You?!"
"Don't sound so surprised," Spider-Man said and crouched down as he felt his way around the side of the car for the best position to grasp it. "Luckily, no one's around. So it doesn't matter where I toss this baby."
"Toss?!"
"Your heart rate is picking up. Take deep, slow breaths for me. I don't want to lift this car off of you just so that you die of blood loss once I do. You get me?"
The police officer nodded and tried to rein in his panic. He began to slow his breathing under Spider-Man's watchful eyes.
"Good," Spider-Man said and nodded. "Okay, I'm going to try to do this as fast as possible because there is no way of me knowing what your injuries are. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Good. Because, seriously, this is going to hurt," Spider-Man said and looked away from the man. He slowly lifted the car.
Spider-Man didn't miss the panicked look that crossed the officer's face. He didn't ignore the shouts of pain that began when the weight of the car was removed. Spider-Man knew that once the pressure was off, the officer's body would move on its own. Having broken hips would make the slightest movement excruciating. What he had not counted on was that the man would pass out. But in a way, he was glad he did. It would make securing him to the table and transporting him to safety that much easier.
Spider-Man moved quickly, securing the man's torso to the ironing table with his webbing. He used more webbing to create a makeshift harness. He wasn't sure where the nearest hospital was located. He moved slowly around the back of the building. With the officer secure in his webbing, he doubled back to where SWAT and GCPD were. He was very happy to see ambulances behind the array of police vehicles. Spider-Man slowly lowered the police officer between the officers and the paramedics.
"I'm pretty sure the hips were broken. And although unconscious now, was alert only a minute ago."
"What happened to him?" one of the paramedics asked.
"He was crushed under a car. I think it rolled over on him during the explosion," Spider-Man told the paramedic.
"No, not that. What is all this?!" the paramedic gestured to his webbing.
"Oh! That's my webbing."
Between Spider-Man and the two paramedics, they lifted the officer onto one of the gurneys. After, Spider-Man quickly removed the webbing that was attaching the officer to the ironing table.
Spider-Man took a step back to give the paramedics room to work.
"I only used it to make sure he was secure and that I didn't jostle the broken bones. I can remove the rest from his hips and torso if you would rather use your straps."
Spider-Man could see the Commissioner hovering off to the side. He was looking at the fallen officer in consideration.
"Um, well, if you said his hip's broken…and his spine appears…" she trailed off as the other paramedic rattled off the man's vitals. "I would rather not. But is it difficult to remove?"
"No," Spider-Man said quickly. "It has the same consistency of spider web. Biodegradable. Non-toxic. And should dissolve on its own within the hour."
"Interesting," the paramedic said.
"We better move him now!" the other paramedic chimed in.
"Okay, let's go!" said the paramedic that had been talking to him. "Thanks, Blue-red-guy!"
"Name's Spider-Man," he said loud enough for her to hear. But she didn't respond.
"Montoya, go with Officer Foley. All communications are still down. We need someone present to notify his family if he doesn't make it."
"Of course, Commissioner," Montoya said and hopped into the back of the ambulance after the paramedic.
"Little grim there, Commissioner, don't you think?" Spider-Man said.
"Were there any other survivors?" the Commissioner gruffly.
"Sorry, Commish, none that I saw," Spider-Man said solemnly with a shake of his head.
The commissioner sighed heavily and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"How's SWAT holding up?"
"I need to go back to check. I left 'em hanging to help the officer." Before he or the Commissioner could say anything else, another bomb went off where he'd last left the SWAT team.
"That's my cue! Gotta run!"
He shot off a strand of web and was airborne. Then shot another web line to grab the ironing table. "I might need this again!" Though he was possibly talking to himself.
"Godspeed," the Commissioner said with a slight shake of the head. It was only the second time he spoke with this Spider character, but he was happy for the help. And if Officer Foley survived, he would be extremely grateful.
When Spider-Man returned to the scene, it no longer looked like a heavy-hitting arms unit against SWAT. It was a straight-out war. And though most of them were in the thick of it exchanging blows, there was still one who was taking potshots from a hidden little cove. Mid-swing, Spider-Man began to wind up the ironing table and released it straight towards the goon.
"Ooh! That had to have hurt!" Spider-Man said as the assailant went down like a lump. He quickly wrapped him in webbing just in case and then went after the others. He wrapped webbing around the ankles of whoever was in his line of sight. He yanked them up to heaven's bounds before he pulled them back down. He then wrapped them up like mummies.
SWAT looked around for any other armed assailants, but there were no more. The team leader walked up to Spider-Man and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Good work," he said with a slight nod. "We appreciate the help."
Spider-Man was at a loss for words but took in the scene. "Wish I could have helped a little better, though."
"Nothing we didn't sign up for. Name's Jerry Hennelly."
"Uh, yeah, I'm Spider-Man," he said and rubbed the back of his neck. He was a little overwhelmed over the good reception he was receiving.
His head turned swiftly to see the officer he'd left behind covering his eye. The officer had blood running down his face and still had their firearm at the ready in their other hand. Spidey approached slowly. "Hey, are you okay?"
Spider-Man tried to get a better look at his injury.
"It's just a scratch," the officer said. "It nicked me from the back." He pointed to the temple.
"No, that is not a scratch, may I?" Spider-Man said in a soft tone. He lowered the officer's hand and quickly made some web to press it over the injury. "That will keep pressure on the wound so that you don't lose much more blood than you already have. If it's alright, I'd like to take you to the paramedics."
"Thanks, but maybe take the kid over there. He got a shot to the gut," the officer told him and lifted a hand to point out another fellow officer.
"Danzizen, stop being a hard ass and let the man take you," Hennelly told him as he walked over to the officer who'd been shot in the gut. By the time he made it over to them, Spider-Man had already webbed up the injury to stop the bleeding. He hoisted the young officer into his arms to take him away. "Spider-Man, come back for Danzizen when you're finished with Chambers. If you don't mind."
"Not at all, be right back," Spider-Man said and made his leave after shooting out his web and swinging away.
"I like this one better than the bat," Danzizen said.
"I agree," Hennelly said with a nod. "He might be rough around the edges, but he's respectful of what we do."
"That's the nicest I've heard you say green, Captain," Danzizen said with a chuckle but then grunted in pain. "I have to tell you that I'm more amazed that he left the fight just to help a fallen officer. That's something I can respect a hell of a lot more than him jumping into the fray."
Hennelly nodded in agreement but didn't respond since Spider-Man had returned to take Danzizen for medical support.
"Alright, ladies, what the hell are you all standing around for?!" Hennelly said and gestured to the webbed-up goons. "We still have to get these fuckers over to the precinct."
"Yes, sir!"
"I need to have a chat with the Commissioner," Hennelly said and made his way around some debris. He had lost a handful of officers. It could've been so much worse.
While talking to the Commissioner, his radio and the Commissioner's came to life. Out of nowhere, Spider-Man walked up to them and handed a device to the Commissioner.
"This is what was blocking your signal," Spider-Man said and looked at the two men who were suddenly shell shocked. They hadn't expected him to stick around in the aftermath. "Uh, it looks like it's military grade. But that's just my guess. I'm sure you have people who can figure out what it is and where it came from." He fidgeted from foot to foot. Neither man said a word. "Okay, I'll leave the rest to you two."
"Spider-Man," the Commissioner quickly said before Spider-Man shot his web. "Thanks for your help and for getting Officer Foley to the paramedics."
"No thanks necessary, Commish," Spider-Man said and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm just glad you're not pointing your guns at me. So long as you keep it that way—and even if you don't—I'll be around to help. Like I told you before, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man ."
And before the Commissioner or Hennelly could say anything to that, he was gone.