In the early hours of the next day, Scorpion wondered around the city.
"What's happening to me!"
Everything around him was a blur. He did not feel stable. His instability was apparent when he jumped from the top of one parked car to another. He saw cars approaching in the streets. He leaped onto a moving car.
"What the-?" the driver said. He looked outside of his window. "Ah!"
Scorpion leaped onto the windshield of another moving car. It started to swerve out of control. Scorpion let go right before it crashed into another car. Fire appeared.
"Crap!" Scorpion said.
He ran on the sidewalk. He looked down and noticed that he was walking on all fours. A couple of minutes later. He heard sirens.
They are after me, he thought. They can't see me like this; I would be left without my job.
His concern over his job faded was he began running on all fours. The sirens got closer. He saw a firetruck turn a corner. It was up ahead of him. He suspected that its driver meant to run him over.
"You won't crush this bug!"
Without thinking, he touched the wall of a building right next to himself. He clung. He reached higher and clung to a higher point. He climbed higher. No goal was more important to him than that of getting to the top of the building. An elderly citizen with white hair and black glasses looked up at Scorpion.
"I thought Spider-Man was the only 'Insect Man' around here. Now there's another 'Stick-to-Wall Man'? What's next? A 'Fly Man' called 'Mosquito Man'?"
Scorpion kept on climbing until he got to the top of the building. He gazed at the city until dawn.
"I am like Spider-Man," he said. He looked at his pincer. "Better, even!"
He jumped to the next building and clung to its wall. He used his pincer to break open a dozen windows as he climbed downward. When he got to the middle of the building, he went through one of the broken windows, terrifying the office workers on the inside.
"What is that thing?" a woman asked.
"Scorpion!" he replied before swinging his pincer at a nearby computer.
Scorpion broke out of a window on the opposite side of the building and climbed downward. He saw three police cars arrive. When he was ten feet above the sidewalk, the police officers exited their cars and shot at him. Their bullets were no match for his steel suit. The pincer picked up one of the guns and threw it aside. Scorpion used the pincer to grab an officer by the collar. He raised it up so that the officers face was a foot away from his own.
"You can't squash a bug with a bullet."
Scorpion flung the officer towards another, causing them both to fall. He jumped onto one of the police cars, causing a dent in the roof. He continued running, moving between cars in the middle of the street. He realized that there was a bank nearby. He impulsively rushed towards it and pulled the doors open with his pincers. The people who were in line ran away like cowering ants. Scorpion leaped over the workers. He searched for the vaults. When he found them, he broke them open with his pincers. There were many stacks of bills.
He stashed as many bills as he could in the pockets of his clothes beneath his suit, making sure that no one was looking.
"Green! So much green!"
When he had enough, he exited the bank and continued running through the streets.