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When they finally arrived back at the room where the TARDIS was, they were greeted with quite a sight, as the cops were all at different stages of trying to cut themselves free of the webbing, with the incredibly awkward help of other officers and fire-fighters. Some appeared to be in rather uncomfortable positions.

"Oop," Spidey said, ducking behind the other three in an effort to hide himself.

"You!" someone yelled, and the police officer from before came marching towards them holding up an accusing finger. "You are under arrest for interfering with an important police investigation and the harassment of officers," he fumed. And now that he was closer, they could see he still had bits of web stuck to him.

Spidey tried to shrink down further behind them.

"Hello officer," the Doctor began cheerily, "sorry for the misunderstanding, but we have sorted out the problem for you and..."

"That includes you too!" the officer cut him off.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but my friend here only tied you up for your own safety, so you wouldn't get caught up in danger. Trust me, we are on official top secret business and the situation has been dealt with," the Doctor said confidently, while flashing him his psychic paper.

"Oh, oh sorry sir, I apologise sir," the officer said, in surprise.

Spidey looked shocked at his reaction, eyebrows rising, but didn't say anything as the Doctor continued.

"It's all cleaned up for you now. Although, err, you might find a few trashed rooms and damage around the building. Sorry about that," the Doctor apologised awkwardly.

The man just looked at him, lost for words.

"Well then, I guess we'd best be off. Nice meeting you officer," he said, as they began to slowly walk past, nodding at him as they went.

"Not you," the man suddenly said, as he threw out an arm in front of Spider-Man, blocking his path. "You're still under arrest," he stated.

"Oh come on," Spidey complained. "I just helped save dozens of lives and now you want to arrest me? When will this ever stop!" he moaned.

"When you're arrested," was the blatant reply.

"Oh, no can do officer. Places to be, people to see...lives to save, you know. The work of a superhero is never done," Spidey said, chirpily.

"He's with us, let him go officer. He's done nothing to harm you, and he did do a lot of good here,' the Doctor vouched for him.

The officer just looked between them all for a second, before speaking up. "Fine," he said, "but we will get you one day," he added, with an accusing finger pointed at Spider-Man, before grumpily moving back to the others, mumbling to himself.

"Thanks, I owe you one," Spidey said, turning to them thankfully with a slight lift of his shoulders and upwards hand motion.

"No problem kiddo," the Doctor said, patting him on the head, before they all walked over to the TARDIS and waited while the Doctor unlocked the door.

"So, what happens now?" Spidey asked, watching him.

"Well, now we put this thing somewhere safe and go home," the Doctor said, motioning to the teleport. "The TARDIS should be all charged up by now and ready to go," he added looking at the box.

"Right, soo..." Spidey said, looking down. "I guess this is goodbye then?" he asked, looking back up at them.

"Yeah," the Doctor said, with a smile, as they were all still standing at the door, smiling at him slightly, not yet having entered.

"You know you saved the universe back there right?" the Doctor asked him proudly.

"All in a day's work," Spidey replied.

"No really, you did a good job," the Doctor encouraged.

Spidey just sighed. "Yeah, yeah," he said, fidgeting on his feet.

"We don't often get praised," the Doctor said softly, and Spidey snapped his head up in confusion. "Being a hero, it's not easy; especially being a lone one," the Doctor enlightened, as Spidey watched him, listening. "But it's worth it you know, all the heartache and pain," he encouraged.

Spider-Man just looked down.

The Doctor sighed. "I can tell you suffer, that's why you make jokes, to lighten the mood. But even when times are dark and no one seems to appreciate you," he said, motioning to the policeman as an example, "just think of all the people living happily because of all the good you do, it will help you continue on. And one day, they will recognise and appreciate you, just like they did me, but it'll take time. So be patient, and always stay true," he finished, with a smile.

Spidey stood there, taken aback. "Ah wow, that was, quite a speech there Doc," he said.

"It was, wasn't it? I'm not always so soppy," the Doctor said.

They all giggled a little.

"Some people mightn't agree with that," Rory laughed.

"Yeah well, you're not alone either Doctor, and you didn't get me killed, I didn't die," Spidey said. "I saw the guilty look in your eyes when I woke up," he enlightened. "And often I feel the same way about the people in my life," he added, seeming to become a bit glum. "But not always, it doesn't always happen. And if you ever need help again, for any reason, feel free to come get me," Spidey offered.

"I'll keep that in mind," the Doctor said, smiling.

There was silence for a second.

"Right, so, I guess it's goodbye then. It was nice meeting you Spider-Man," the Doctor announced, shaking Spidey's hand, before disappearing back into the TARDIS.

"Cya," Amy said, smiling kindly, while giving him a hug.

"Take care of yourself," Spidey replied.

"I will," she responded.

Spidey sighed, and stepped in front of Rory. "Hey, it was nice meeting you, Rory," he said.

"You too Spidey, and take care of yourself, wont you? And don't get into too much trouble," Rory said.

Spidey giggled. "I won't," he said, and held his fist up, which Rory gladly bumped.

"Oh, and I'd like to give you this," Spidey said, while pulling one of his gloves off, "for looking after me, even though I didn't need looking after." He laughed, while handing the astonished Rory the glove. "And that way, you'll have a relic from the real Spider-Man back where I don't exist," he said jokingly.

Rory laughed, "Wow, thanks. You sure you don't need this?" he asked.

"Na, I've got tons of backups, it's no problem for me," Spidey answered happily, before leaning forward and giving him a big bear hug.

"Right, well, I hope we get to see you again some time," Rory said, backing into the TARDIS, while holding the glove to him like it was gold. Spidey chuckled at this.

"Yep, cya," he said, with a wave. The doors then closed, and he stepped back a bit.

Before long, an invisible wind started to blow, and the sound of the ancient engines started up. The light on the top of the TARDIS flashed as it slowly started to disappear, causing Spidey's spider-sense to buzz, before it faded away altogether.

"That... is cool," Spidey commented, before an eruption from the police sounded behind him.

"Oops, gotta go," he said, as he jumped out the window.

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The sun was starting to set as Spidey began to swing his way home. The cool night air rushed past him as he once again moved and flipped his way along with grace, the sky lighting up with oranges, purples, and pinks being displayed on the light fluffy clouds in the slowly fading light.

The water on the river flickered and reflected with the colours as he rode on the top of a small car across a bridge. And he was surprised to find himself feeling oddly peaceful and content as the cities lights started to turn on, not a depressing thought in his mind. For he now knew that there was something bigger out there in the few stars that were starting to appear in the sky, and that he, and everyone else, were a part of it. He thought of the Doctor, Amy and Rory, out there somewhere in the stars saving people, just like he was doing down here, and it all added up to the bigger picture.

He soon swung off into the suburban areas and before long, found himself back at the residency of Queens, Forest Hills, walking up to his front porch, where the outside light was on, dressed in his normal hoodie and jeans, with a black backpack on his back.

"Aunt May, I'm home!" he called, as he opened the front door of his house with a smile.

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The End

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Hello again! Well, I hope you liked that ending, and before I go I'd just like to mention to anyone who's interested that I have another ongoing Spider-Man story called "Helping Hand". You can find it on my profile. So, if you want to read more of my work you can head over there :)

Until next time! Have a nice day :)