His spider-sense was screaming at him. Literally screaming. There was a giant man with six metal arms flying right towards him, and he stood there, waiting.
Wait for it...
wait for it...
"NOW!"
Spider-Man ducked his head to his knees, rolling onto his back with his feet ready to receive the incoming Doc Ock. Spider-Man kicked out at Octopus's chest, sending him sailing into the air. Spider-Man jumped up to the same height, dodging a metal arm, and pushed down on his shoulders, smashing him into the rooftop. He took a metal arm and wrestled with it until it became entangled with another. He did all this within five seconds, as Octavius tried to regain himself. Ock's power was behind his arms--he was not one who could take a severe blow without needing time to recuperate. He was a scientist, not a wrestler.
"I'm tired of you people always doing this to me! Why can't you all get a hobby or a day job?"
Octopus did not answer, as he attempted to stand. Spider-Man prevented this, kicking him in the side of the head. "No!" He shouted, watching as one of his greatest enemies sank to the floor.He was breathing heavily, his body not being able to take the punches. He simply stared down, watching the blood splatter from his nose.
"You don't know how bad I just want to end this, once and for all! End it so you'll stop harming people! I remember how much pain you've caused me, this city, this world. I remember it all, Octavius!"
Spider-Man relaxed his shoulders and sighed. "I remember that I'm Spider-Man. I remember what it means to be Spider-Man. And I remember that Spider-Man doesn't kill people."
At this, Octavius looked up. Spider-Man then looked at everyone else, who had stopped what they had been doing. Spider-Man felt proud of himself--he showed these murders that he was above them, above killing.
One by one, the various members of the Six fled, all except Doctor Octavius. He stood there, his metal arms all free and vivacious. He looked into the white eyes of Spider-Man's mask.
"I once was an honorable man of science, Spider-Man."
"Yeah. I know you were." Johnny and Black Cat stood behind him now, ready to defend at a moment's notice. But they knew that the fight was over.
"These arms...the power...I made a choice to give up my work, but I still miss it. I know you understand that much." Octopus said. He was aware that Spider-Man had a keen mind himself.
"You made a choice, Octavius. We all make choices. I just made one...now you're going to make one. Life is a series of choices. We just...don't always choose the right ones."
"We are not legends, Spider-Man. We are men. And men have to make choices--"
"And live with them."
He watched as the last member of the Sinister Six faded into the skyline. He wasn't worried; Fury's men would be on their tails in no time. Johnny Storm offered Spider-Man a lift back to the Baxter Building, where Nick Fury would meet to discuss some underlying issues. Spider-Man refused; he just wanted to cuddle in bed with his wife and watch re-runs of Seinfeld...just like he remembered.