September 6th , 2008

Did you guys keep track?

It's been a month or two. I'm sure you guys could barely deal with the fact that I wasn't updating. Well, I was busy with saving all your asses, so I'm sure you'll thank me later.

So, did you guys hear about the Billy Joel concert out at Shea Stadium? Anyone go?

Here is what I was doing while everyone else was listening to the music.

So, some idiot--guess who--decides to try and ruin the show for all my New Yorkers out there. Electro. He wanted to start a power surge to shut down the show, and then I'm sure he was planning something else. Probably to kill everyone in the stadium.

"Hey, Sparky," I said. I had been perched in the shadows, my eyes peeled for any funny business. Of course, this would actually be funny, because Electro's such an idiot it's hard for it not to be.

"You! What are you doing here?" He didn't seem too happy to see me. It hurt my feelings--no one really is happy to see me anymore, though, so I guess I should be used to it.

"I'm here to film a bootleg. What are you doing?"

Electro sneered, and he aimed a wave of electricity out me. Another reason why I love my spider-sense. It'd helped me catch on to his funny business in the first place. "If I paint a bullseye on my chest, would it help your aim?"

"Shut up!" he shouted back, focusing on me now, rather than his project.

I swung a webline, kicking off and aiming my feet at his middle section. I got the kick in, but not before my spider-sense warned me that getting so close to the human powerhouse wasn't such a good idea. I shouted out as I felt Electro get in a cheap shot, my body convulsing as I dropped to my knees. Electrocution. Not fun.

I managed to roll away from another blow, trying to recover. I miss the days where I could defeat Electro with some rubber gloves and a bucket of water.

Then I heard screams. At first I thought something had happened, but it was the crowd. The show was starting.

"You're making me miss the show. How rude."

Electro never was one for manners. He kept trying to kill me. I knew I had to lead him away from this stadium; all the people that could get hurt made me nervous.

I headed off towards the surrounding area, Electro following. At first I thought I was gaining on him, but then I frowned; he was moving slow. Too slow. Something didn't feel right.

Then something else hit me. It wasn't electricity, but it caused me to yelp with surprise, and it messed up my swing pattern, sending me to the street. My spider-sense had been a bit delayed. "What the--?"

Shocker.

Shocker?

"Hey! Get away from him, he's mine!" Electro shouted.

My head moved back and forth between the two. Shocker didn't seem all that angry, although Electro's accusation seemed to nerve him. "Hey, easy, light bulb."

I got up, unsure who to attack first.

"Light bulb?" Electro asked. "I'll show you light bulb!" The hothead aimed his attacks towards Shocker now, not me. I almost wanted to laugh. The idiot, instead of getting Shocker to help kill me, was so selfish that he went and attacked him instead. I wish I had a camera, YouTube would have loved that.

It was then that I heard sirens. Shocker had been being chased to begin with. I'm not sure how I managed to miss that. Maybe I should have been more focused on the crime, you know, being a hero and all, rather than a music concert.

I was pretty sure the police could handle it. I just wasn't in the right mind to try and kick their butts. It takes something, and I was missing that adrenaline that I needed to survive such a fight. So, I left.

And you will not believe how people will not let it go.

They've been calling me a coward, a hypocrite, a phony--everything. I mean, I left one thing to the cops. I still save the day--besides, the police are always complaining at how I steal their jobs, anyway. I let them do one thing, and now they change their minds?

Psh, whatever. Let the press have a field day with it. I don't care. I'm just so tired of being unappreciated around here.

Oh yeah, and if you went to that concert? You're welcome for stopping Electro from blowing you all up.

COMMENTS:

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You are just a whining baby.

This is what you signed up for when you put on that stupid costume of yours, Webs.

Jeez. We are all so tired of you bitching.

"It's not fair. I try. People hate me."

Boo-hoo. Poor you.

But enough with the god-damn self pity.

--Deadpool

A/N: You guys are so patient. I'm all moved in, although my AP classes will kill me before I can update again.