Chapter 6
Betty was looking at herself in her wedding gown. Well, today was the day. It had been almost a week since her small spat with Spidey, but his words still lingered in her mind. Did Ned and her ever have that kind of love? And the way Spidey said all of that, it was like he had been rejected many times before. Did she love Ned? Yeah. Did she love SpiderMan? YES! Should she go through with the wedding... she didn't know... She heard the window open, and quickly turned around hoping to see spidey, but all it was, was the wind. 'They say getting married is the happiest day of your life...' she thought, 'so why aren't I happy?'
On the other side of town, Spidey was holding a goon by the collar, trying to get information on Blackie's hidehout. Or at least his plan. Patchy, his helper and also secretly Foswell one of Jameson's employees, had tipped him off that Blackie was planning something. Somthing involving Betty no doubt. He may not be a love interest of Betty's anymore, but he can still be a friend and stop things before they get worse. If this goon will ever talk!
"Come on, I know you know what Blackie's up to! No spill!" Nope, still not talking! 'Ok, if this ever gets to J.J. I'm dead meat,' he thought as he came up with another plan, "Listen," he growled in his ear, "Spill, or I will spill your guts on the pavement." Of course, he never would, but the goon didn't know that.
"Th- the boss is going to crash Ms. Brant's wedding, and ge- get rid of her once and for all, now please put me down," he whimpered. When he did put the goon down, the guy ran out the alley and down the street. 'Yup,' Spidey thought, 'That is definetly going to be in the next Daily Bugle newspaper.' Then Spidey shot a web and began to swing towards the marriage site, praying he wasn't too late.
Betty looked into Ned's eyes. He smiled, and she tried to smile back, but it was hard. She soon heard the preacher, "Do you, Ms. Betty Brant, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and to cherish-" the preacher was cut off by the sound of smashing glass. Everyone turned their heads and saw Blackie and his gang coming through a busted window. He grinned at Betty.
"Hiya sweetcheeks," He reached in his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a gun, pointed it at Betty then turned to the preacher, "Will you kindly let me finish what you were about to say?" The preacher nodded furiously. Blackie looked back at Betty and grinned a crooked grin, "Do you, Ms. Betty Brant, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and to cherish, TILL DEATH do you part?" He pulled the trigger.