Crazy Day in the City, Part 6: Frustration

Spidey finally stopped pacing down the sidewalk. He dug his fingers into his scalp and yelled. "Where is she already? She should have cooled off and found us ages ago!" He turned around and pointed at Mary Jane. "Call her cell phone again!"

"You've been telling me to call every five minutes," she replied. "She's not answering."

"Stacy wouldn't reject your calls. Not for this long. Something might have happened to her."

"Stop worrying. She'll be fi-" Mary Jane paused. "Wait a sec. You ARE worrying about her."

"I AM NOT! I'm worrying about ME! Stacy left because I made her mad. If she gets mugged or kidnapped or something, Peter will say it's MY fault." Spidey began stomping down the sidewalk again. "This is supposed to be my day off, and Stacy ruins it by going missing! I finally get rid of her and she's still a headache!"

Suddenly, he heard someone say, "HELP! He stole my purse!" A second later a man barreled past him. The man carried something white that clearly didn't go with his shoes.

Spidey sprinted after him. "Stealing in front of ME on my bad day? You got guts, man!"

He leapt up and kicked the man once in the head. He dropped instantly. Then Spidey calmly reached down and picked the purse out of the groaning thief's hand. Without looking, Spidey tossed the purse over his head. It landed squarely in the owner's hands. The surrounding pedestrians gave a small applause at the sight.

Rubbing the back of his head, the thief moaned and rose to his knees. "You punk... You're gonna pay d-"

"Yeah, yeah. Not in the mood. Talk to me later." Spidey walked past him without a care in the world. Mary Jane quickly hurried after him.

It took the thief a moment to register that.

"Hey! You can't just ignore me!"

"I'm in a hurry," he called without turning around. "Go turn yourself in or somethin'."

The thief rose to his feet. "I ain't taking crap from a nobody like you!"

Spidey froze.

Mary Jane winced and covered her face. "Oh no... The N word..."

Spidey was silent for a few moments. The thief watched his back, waiting for a reaction.

"I am very real..." he said at last.

Without looking, Spidey reached out and grabbed the first thing his fingers touched. In this case, it was a large blue mailbox, bolted to the sidewalk.

"... So who are you..."

His fingertips dug into the metal like it was foil. The metal legs stretched and groaned audibly. The concrete cracked underneath.

"... calling..."

After a final moment of resistance, the giant steel box was torn clear out of the ground and held over the boy's head, with little bits of cement falling from its roots.

The crowd was speechless, especially the thief.

"... NOBODY?"

Spidey turned and threw the mailbox like a baseball. Being less aerodynamic than an actual baseball, the thief dodged it without any trouble, but it left a notable crater in the spot he was standing. He ran for his life. Every other person on the street stared at the scene... despite being in New York City.

The boy panted heavily. Mary Jane tapped his shoulder. "Spidey, that was assault, probably a federal offense too."

He straightened up. "It was... wasn't it?" He paused. Then he grabbed her wrist and ran. "Let's get out of here!"

Author's Notes: (1/21/2012) Yes, I confess. Back there, Spidey channeled Shizuo Heiwajima from Durarara! I love that show. It was all I could do to make it a mailbox instead of a signpost or a vending machine. Come to think of it, I've forgotten the most important part of any fanfiction...

The Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man, nor Durarara! ...Nor Singing in the Rain. I think that's everything I mentioned so far.