"10 PM curfew, eggs, milk, delivery." Said Max to himself, swinging around the streets making up a small 'To-Do' list. Vulture had his location and was ready to attack. Max was delivering a few pizzas (Yes, that's his job.) and had just finished when Vulture swooped in, he barely dodged Vulture and almost got a rip in his suit.
"HEY!" Shouted Spidey, as you know his day had been terrible. "Don't you know I'm the sheriff 'round these parts?" Vulture seemed confused due to his sense of humour. He's an old man. He swooped in for another hit, but Spidey dodged, webbed onto him and held on for dear life as he was trailing along as Vulture flew through the air.
Vulture was swinging to either side, whacking Spidey into anything he could be whacked into, but he just dodged everything.
"THAT'S IT! THESE SKIES ARE MINE NOW!" Screamed Vulture, as Spidey replied with a witty
"Yeah, I really just rent." This made Vulture snap and swing Spidey into a building, but he went through the glass. Spidey just ran through the office, borrowed a coffee, threw it in the trash can and dived outside again. Spidey had had(?) enough. He webbed onto both wings using either arms, webbed onto a building, tied all the webs together, jumped over, webbed Vulture by the front and pulled down until his wings snapped off. Then he swung Vulture into a building, smashing his flying device. Vulture was doomed, but not for long.
"I GOT IT!" Said Spidey, then dived down, caught Vulture and continued swinging in the classic Amazing Fantasy #15 pose. "Ha-ha!" he cheered.
After he had webbed Vulture up for the police, he got Milk, Eggs and all the other essentials from the store and went back home. He greeted Aunt May, ate some food, blah blah blah and slept soundly, knowing that his plan would work perfectly.
Or would it?
The End