October 1st, 2007

It did not turn out like a normal rescue mission.

I finally found a lead and traced it to this abandoned office building. It burned in a fire about five years ago and it was just never redone. So I enter the place, right? Very discreetly, making no noise, and I'm starting to think that maybe this is just another dead end.

And then, thank god for spider-sense.

An explosion of fire just comes at me from the right. I jump on a desk and through a hole in the ceiling to the next floor, but I can still feel the heat of the fire. So now all I know is that this place is booby trapped. Seriously, who uses booby traps anymore?

Thing is, who would go through all this trouble just to get at JJ?

Try, oh, I dunno, the Kingpin?

Yeah. Apparently the big guy's feelings were hurt when Jameson's paper made him out to be a fraud and a criminal, which, of course, he is. So now he's looking for sweet, sweet revenge.

I find Jameson tied up to a chair. His face could've been on one of those Mastercard commercials, cuz it was priceless. Now, to clarify, Kingpin was not there. No, one of his 'people' were. He was holding a gun to Jameson's back, smiling that sleezy, evil guy smile.

"The fire was a nice touch, I gotta admit. Where'd ya get the flamethrower? Don't tell me...ebay?"

"Shut up. Do you have the money?" the guy said.

"Psh, yeah. I carry five mil around in my underwear all the time."

"Then what are you doing here?"

I laughed. "Oh, I don't know. You tell me--what do superheores do in these types of situations?"

"God Dammit, Spider-Man! Stop it and save me!" Jameson squealed.

"Well, since you asked..."

I shot a big, icky blob of webbing at the gun, which was a big relief to Jameson who heard the muffled shots of the broken weapon. So all I had to do was punch the guy's lights out. Which I did. With pleasure.

Now I had to untie Jameson. I didn't bother freeing his wrists and ankles, I just freed him with the chair. I threw him over my shoulder, and that's when it kinda went out of hand.

About a dozen agents who worked for the KingPin busted in through the windows and the ceiling. I stood there with Jameson and watched myself get surrounded by freelance henchmen with guns.

"Ya thought it'd be that easy?" one of them asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." I confessed. I knew I couldn't risk Jameson's life. So I ran.

I jumped through that hole in the wall that I had escaped the fire from, and the shots started instantly. Jameson was shouting out with terror this whole time, mind you, right in my ear. So I made it out onto the street, the guys firing from the windows, and I got him to safety on a rooftop where we could catch our breaths.

That's when I realized I'd been shot in the arm. Nothing major or life-threatening. Just, y'know, a bullet in my arm. Jameson's eyes were wide as he stared at it.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Well, yeah. Thanks, Captain Obvious."

It was sort of awkward as I tended to my wound. I applied pressure to it, ripping my costume and tying it above the spot where the bullet punctured my skin.

"So, what's your next headline gonna be?" I said.

"Psh. If you think that saving my life is gonna get you bonus points, you're wrong!" He snapped. "I still don't trust you!""

"I figured as much."

More silence.

"Uh, listen, Spider-Man..."

"You're welcome." I interjected. I knew what he would've tried to say. Hey, it's the thought that counts.

COMMENTS:

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Man, that was some thank you he gave you.
-Kitty Pryde

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Glad you found him! I'll let Reeds know.

--John-nay Storm

A/N: Thank you all to my lovely reviewers! You rock my world and give me a reason to live!

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