A/N: I apologize for the long delay. September was the busiest homework month I've ever encountered and when I was done with that, I decided to wait a few days to recharge mentally before getting back to this story.

Two Days Ago

The mas-o-chis-tic spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the goblin and knocked the spider out. Out came the glider and stabbed the goblin's back, and the mas-o-chis-tic spider snapped off the goblin's head.

Feeling satisfied with himself and having more than enough patience with her, David held himself above Cindy's naked body and watched her cover her breast. He sat up on his knees and held his hands up. "Whenever you're ready, Cindy."

When Cindy was ready, she removed her arms covering her breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Cindy," David moaned as he kissed. "You are a goddess, Cindy, and I never want to leave your side."

Cindy seemed to accept David's compliments as she took in David's heated kisses and grasped the back of his head. She tugged lightly on his dark brown hair, her fingers grasping the curls in his wavy hair, and lost herself in the feel of him.

David started with a rhythm that kept Cindy happy and satisfied, and when he teased her, he mentally snickered at how she grasped him harder, almost silently begging for him to get on with it already. David decided to show mercy and give her all the pleasure she wanted. And then, when he was done with her, he took a dominant position and ordered her to pleasure him, which involved using her hands and mouth in such delectable ways. When both parties were satisfied and at their climax, David removed his condom and discarded it in the nearby trash bin. He laid Cindy on her bed and pulled the covers up. With her breasts covered by the bedsheet, David laid on his side and draped an arm snuggly around her shoulder.

Sex is a great tool when used correctly. Sex is used when you want to feel emotionally attached to the person you love and I think I got Cindy attached to me emotionally. Man, sex is the one tool I'll NEVER get tired of using.

"So," David smiled, "did you enjoy it? If you say no, then someone needs to work on their performance and here's a hint: not me."

Cindy looks at him with a scowl. Her scowl then morphed into one of embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about, I uh.."

"You did good, Cindy, you really did." He snuggled into the pillow they both shared. "I figured you'd be lonely tonight with Felicia out doing whatever she is that she was doing." He stroked her silky soft hair as if it were a delicate flower. "I know how you feel about loneliness so I decided to comfort you."

"For your own convenience?"

"For both of our convenience." He remembered the conversation that Cindy wanted to talk to him about. "You wanted to talk to me about killing that vigilante? That spider imposter?"

"I did."

"Did it bring back memories of Miles Morales and Ben Reilly?" David smiles. "I understand; you still feel bad about not being there, right?"

"Why would you care; I just wanted to know why you chose to kill him."

"Because it would've been the most effective way to get my point across," David answered immediately. "Think about it; imposters killing in my name is inciting domestic terrorism so it's better to get my point across in the most blunt way possible because if in addition to the criminals that are liable to get killed, innocent people will get killed. I'm sure you know, especially with the relatives of Ben Reilly and Miles Morales."

"Yeah," Cindy nods, "I get it. But, why did you have to make it so bloody? I get that you had to get your point across but… you decapitated him with a manhole cover!"

"Because the more gruesome a murder, the more people will remember it."

"You are sick." Cindy turns away. "I can't believe that I'm friends with you."

"But you are so you better get used to my lack of baggage and dark character." He snuggles into her back. "Then again, you, despite being the only good person in this group, continue to hang around us. You can't grasp what is right and wrong anymore and you are longing for companionship. Your emotions are overriding your logic. And there's nothing wrong with that. My advice… let yourself be emotional every now and then. After all, emotions are human nature."

"If I'm human, what are you?"

"A predator living in a human body."

Cindy looked at him. "You're human, David, even if you don't see yourself as that."

David smiles and sniffs her. "You smell so good."

"As do you."

"Spider pheromones."

Cindy reaches over and pops a pill in her mouth. "I'm not having any spiderlings today."

David looked at her. "Children, they would be nice. After all, who would ever suspect a loving father of four children would ever be a mass murderer."

Cindy looks at him.

"I'm joking… mostly."

Cindy looks away from him and snuggles into her bed.

"Well, I'm going back and I advise dressing into your PJs; if Felicia comes back and you're naked and smelling of webs from my web-shooter, Felicia will get jealous or worse: want to have a threesome." He chuckles and gets out of bed. He web-yanks his clothes to him and dresses himself. He smirked at the knowing knowledge that Cindy was staring as his naked body from behind and he pictured the blush on her face. Once he was done dressing, he left Cindy to dress in privacy and went back to his college dorm room.

Sex is almost as good as killing someone.

He pauses.

Nah, killing someone is much more fun than sex.

He opens his door.

On second thought, sex is better.

He closes the door.

Nah, they're both equally good. They're basically the same with the only difference being one is legal and the other one isn't. Humans and their laws and morality; humans only came up with laws just because they saw trouble. I understand the need to keep the peace and I encourage it but I just can't get over the gratification I feel when I commit either.

David lands on his bed and snuggles in. He looks over to his bedside table, grabs his phone, and checks a notification he got. Apparently, there was some kind of fight on a subway train involving a girl in a form-fitting catsuit and a man with a glowing sword.

Huh, it looks like Black Cat made her first official appearance in public… again.

David scrolls through the article and clicks on the video. He smiles when he sees the glowing sword.

"Is this what escalation is looking alive? Using glowing swords to attack someone?"

In the bed opposite of the room, Eddie woke up. "The world is very surprising these days. I've seen some strange things in my time as a photographer."

"And you will continue to see strange things, Eddie." David puts his phone down. "I was kind of hoping Felicia wouldn't be seen in public but oh well, what's done is done. I just need to provide an excuse why the sadomasochistic Spider-Man hasn't caught her… or attempted to."

"You could fake her death," Eddie suggested.

David shook his head. "Nope, my reputation and public image clearly state that Spidey does not kill non-lethal criminals. If I broke the status quo then life in New York will be shit." He sinks his head deeper into his pillow. "Who knows, maybe it'll die down and she is nothing more than a loitering bastard fighting another loitering bastard on a subway. I hope that's the case and people write her off as nothing more."

Present, Saturday

As promised, David visited his mother for dinner. He knocked on her door in a way that Misa would know it was him knocking and when the door opened, Misa embraced her son tightly. David had to hold back on his hug unless he wanted to crush her.

"My baby," she whispered and kissed him on the head. "How's my baby boy doing?"

"David is Dandy," he answered.

"Good. Come on in; I have dinner for us."

"Thank you." He presents her with a bouquet of flowers. "I stole you a little gift."

And I really did steal them.

"Aww," Misa accepted the flowers. "Thank you, David."

After being welcomed back into his old apartment, he took the time to see what was different about the place. So far, everything was exactly the way as he left it and his mother did minimal to change things up. David was fine with that because it meant he didn't have to adjust to the new setting around him; he was back in familiar territory.

Misa made a big steak meal, set the table, and laid three plates of food. When David noticed this, he looked at his mother.

"Are we expecting somebody?"

Misa looked at him. "Yes. And..."

KNOCK-KNOCK!

"That's them right now." Misa goes to answer the door. She unlocks it but pauses when her hand is on the knob. "David, I invited a guest over for dinner and... I want you to know that this person means a lot to me and I would like it if you were on your best behavior."

David nods. "Of course, anything for you, Mom."

So Mom brought a friend; maybe she's a looker.

The door opened and a tall man with short black hair, pale lips, amber eyes, and stubble stood in the doorway. The man was dressed in a flannel like a lumberjack and had dress pants and shoes. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Misa," the man smiled, "sorry I'm late."

Misa accepts the flowers. "Oh no, you're just in time; dinner was just done cooking."

David looks at the man with suspicion.

Who is this guy? And why does he look so familiar?

Misa invited the man in. "David, this is my boyfriend, Drew. Drew, this is my son, David."

David stood up and shook hands with the man, establishing himself in a more dominant position by making sure he had one hell of a grip.

"Strong grip," Drew replied. "Your mother is lucky to have a strong boy like you to protect her."

"Yeah," David smiled, "she is."

Oh man, if only this guy knew.

Misa looked at him, giving him a non-verbal warning.

David nods. "So, how do you know my Mom?"

"She was cast as an extra on this movie I'm in."

David's eyes widened. "You're an actor?"

You gotta watch out for those actors; they're REAL liars. I've seen so many actors lie in interviews that I just didn't bother to count anymore but the ones that truly impressed me, I made a mental note to remember them. Let's see if this guy is a good actor."

"I am," Drew confirmed, "I'll be happy to answer any questions when we get to eating."

"Okay, just remember not to chew with your mouth open."

"No promises, David, but I'll try."

David, Misa, and Drew went to the table where they enjoyed their steak meal and everyone was getting to know each other, mostly David and Drew. David told Drew about his college scholarship, what classes he was taking, and what his goals were. While Drew was answering David's questions, David kept a mental note on every answer he gave.

Name: Drew McGill. Age: 42. Occupation: Actor. Movies he's played in: A B-movie horror film 'Camp Locklock: the 5th Cut' in a main character role, and a supporting role in 'Human Error', another horror movie. How he and Mom met: Mom was cast as an extra as a stripper. Education: College dropout. Relatives: none that he is close to. Body language around my mother: relaxed, indicating that he feels comfortable around my mother. The chances of him hurting my mother: too soon to tell but his intentions seem genuine for the time being. He lacks any notable signs of lying, indicating that he may be telling the truth with all these answers. However, as an actor myself, I know how easy it is to fake emotions. But then again, I have no emotions to begin with and Drew seems like a regular human being with no signs of ASPD.

"What are you going to do when you graduate from school?" Drew suddenly asked. "Do you plan on getting a job or are you going to work part-time while at school?"

David shrugged. "I'm still debating but I think I'll get a job while at college. You know, you start early, the more you save." He looks up. "By the way, what's this new movie that you're working on? Is it another B-list movie?"

"No, this will be made by an actual movie studio. We're shooting a horror comedy about vampires and werewolves. The director is even thinking about-" He pauses. "Sorry, I'm under a legal obligation to not disclose too much about the movie. But I promise that it will be a big hit, hopefully."

A big hit to the face, hopefully.

"And what role is my mom playing?"

"I'm a stripper," Misa answered. "I only appear for like three seconds but I grind down on one character's crotch area."

"Uh-huh. And the director wanted to hire actual strippers?"

"I swear to god," Drew raised his hands, "I had no idea your mother was a stripper."

"Hey, I don't mind it. After all, a job is a job and money is money, no matter how you get it."

"I like it," Misa admitted, "I get paid a lot and I feel very sexy when I dance on stage. I'm very popular."

Yeah, popular enough to attract supervillains in their civilian identity.

David downs a soda. "It works out because I got a scholarship so mom doesn't have to pay out of pocket so she gets to keep all her hard-earned money."

Drew smiled. "You two are both warriors; I can't get over how well you two work in sync. You guys compliment each other."

"Mom's all I got and I'm all she's got." He pauses. "Well, not anymore."

Drew lowered his head slightly. "I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable with-"

"No," David shook his head, "I'm glad she's found someone. Honestly, I know how important it is to -" He pauses.

No sex talk in front of Mom while eating with her boyfriend; apparently, it's rude.

"- have someone there for you." David smiles. "Mom's done a lot for me so it's only fair she be happy. I'm sure Dad would want her to be happy after he died."

"Wow," Drew laughed, "you are wise beyond your years, David."

"I know." David looks at his mother.

Dad is dead and there's no bringing him back so it's useless to whine and mop about it. But... with the exception of my mother, people are replaceable so Mom is more than welcome to date someone while I'm gone. After all, she is infertile so she won't be having another son - good - so she'll settle for another man. And this Drew guy doesn't seem like a threat but I'll keep an eye on him. I've already given Mom a piece of the symbiote and told her what to do in case of an emergency so we should be fine.

ESU

David finally caught up to Felicia just as she was about to return from her college classes.

David and Felicia lean up against the wall and watch other college kids pass them and ignore them.

"So, Felicia," David began, "how's life been?"

"Purr-fect."

"Good." He puts his hands in his pockets. "I was wondering, could you go into a little more detail on your night out?"

"Here, in public?" Felicia gestures to her dorm and David follows her. She locks the door. "What's going on?"

"Those glowy guys, the ones with the sword and the bastard with the glowing face, what do you make of them?"

"I think it's some kind of gang thing," Felicia answered. "I'm not too sure on all the gruesome details but I'm pretty sure the gangs are uniting under one banner. I saw members from multiple past factions." She folds her arms over her chest. "One thing that stands out is the fact that they had a sword that was able to cut through solid metal."

"Huh," David rubbed his chin.

Swords that can cut through metal... definitely not natural.

"I'm going to talk to Yuri about this. But for now, I'm going to go to bed because tomorrow, there's going to be a Spider-Man rally. I will head down, establish good public relations, and be done with those humans."

Felicia smiles. "I'll be sure to wear to skin-tight Spider-Man shirt."

"Oh please, anything from my favorite kitty." He webs her waist and pulls her towards her. He bestows a kiss on her lips lovingly. "I enjoy your presence immensely, Felicia."

F.E.A.S.T. Shelter

Martin Li interlocked his fingers together and stared down his clients, Sergei and Dimitri with firm eyes.

"I would like to discuss your payments," Martin began, "you two are among the best in the world and I want to make sure that both of you are positively compensated."

"We already got the starter's fee," Dimitri said, "now all we need is the fee upon completion, and that this all."

"No," Martin refused, "you two may be mercenaries but I can't help but be jealous of your relationship."

Dimitri narrows his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You two are brothers, supporting each other. I wanted brothers and sisters but it never worked out for me and my parents. You two, despite being negative people, are doing everything you can out of family loyalty. I want to reward you for your relationship."

"Our relationship is no different than any other relationship," Dimitri argued, "we are not good brothers or bad brothers, we are just brothers. Plain... and simple."

"Yeah, brothers who can steal anyone's identity and hunt and kill the world's most dangerous apex predators. With that kind of power, by all means, you should've turned on each other, but negative thoughts aside, you decided to work together. Test a man's true character, give him power and I got a sentiment of your true characters. I want to compensate you both. I have the means and the funds; just name a price."

"No amount of money can compensate us," Sergei began. "Even if you paid me one million US dollars, I doubt I would be able to spend it all. Therefore, I must ask, if you want to compensate me in a 'positive' way that you seem to be so insistent on, then pay my brother."

Dimitri looked over at his brother and said nothing. "Thank you, Sergei."

"Okay," Martin nodded, suddenly looking happy. "Thank you, this means a lot to me." He clenched his fists. "But... if what you said about killing Spider-Man being your exclusive payment, Mr. Kravenoff, then I will give it to you." He rubs his chin. "I already have a plan to draw out Spider-Man. There is a reason I made bombs."

"To blow shit up," Dimitri answered.

"Correct. There is going to be a Spider-Man rally and several of my men will show up there wearing Spider-Man costumes. We will blow up the rally and force Spider-Man to make an appearance. Once he gets there, then Mr. Kravenoff can kill Spider-Man."

"No," Sergei interrupted. "I will kill Spider-Man for you but not by endangering civilians; a true warrior does not create collateral damage to kill one target. When I kill my target, I kill that target and nothing else. So I will not allow you to kill innocent people, Mr. Li."

Martin stared at him, his eyes glowing for a brief second before he sighed. "I guess you are right. After all, killing all those innocent people wouldn't be justice at all. I would use my Demons to get blown up but even cannon fodder doesn't come cheap nowadays; I'd just be wasting men and resources."

Dimitri spoke up. "If you're planning on me to impersonate people, then it would be better not to mass murder people. That way, if someone who saw the person I was impersonating died and they saw me, then they would know something was up. That would totally ruin the illusion of whatever your plans are."

Martin nods solemnly. "I understand that. Okay then, while I won't kill innocent people, I still plan on putting them in danger because Spider-Man responds to innocents in danger. After we lure him to the rally, I will have my men pull back and then I will leave Spider-Man in your hands."

"Good," Sergei nodded. "Much better." Sergei removes himself from his seat. "So, when does this rally start exactly?"

"Tomorrow morning; everyone better be ready." Martin smiles. "I am positive everything will go according to plan."

The Next Morning

When people were gathering around the rally, dressed in Spider-Man and Silk costumes to show their beloved support to the anti-heroes who gave them help, the parking lot was very crowded. Some people had to park several blocks away but some of them would happily oblige.

In the case of Pamela and Bertram, a couple of fraternal twins around the age of ten, they were just so happy to go to the Spider-Man rally that they didn't care to walk. Their mother, Jacqueline, wanted to tell her kids that they would have to get running real soon to beat traffic on the sidewalk because traffic on the sidewalk was just as much of a killer.

They decided to take shortcuts to get to the rally, which involved going through alleyways. When Jacqueline escorted her children through the alleyway, they were stopped by a gang of four teenagers.

The teenagers seemed to mind their own business and let the family pass but when one of them saw the cheap costumes the twins were wearing, scowls grew on their faces.

"Nice costume," the lead teenager said, being taller than Jacqulein by a foot, which wasn't that tall considering that she was about five-foot-three. "Did your mother make it for you?"

"You going to that Spider-Man rally?" a second teen asked. "You know Spider-Man is a murderer, right?"

"Excuse us," Jacqueline told as calmly as possible, "we are just trying to mind our own business."

"How can someone like you support a bad person like Spider-Man?" the leader asked. "Men and women have been murdered by this man and you're over here, rooting for him, dressing as him. You are supporters of killers. You are pro-killers!"

"Stay away from us," Jacqueline ordered.

The gang cornered them.

"You like supporting criminals, jackass? Bitch! And you're teaching your children that Spider-Man is a good person?!" The teenager kabedons the mother. "You are a horrible mother for raising your children to like Spider-Man."

"Mommy," Pamela and Bertram both whimpered and curled into their mother's embrace. "We're scared."

"You are wearing a killer's costume." The gang leader grabbed the spider mask off of Bertram and ripped it apart. He did the same to Pamela's mask and as things looked like they were going to escalate, the teens stopped when they heard the familiar THWIP sound from above. When the teens looked, Spider-Man was landing on the ground beside them and when the teens backed away, he got between the teens and the small family.

"S-Spider-Man?!" the leader gasped.

"That's my name; don't wear it out."

The four teenagers turned and ran out of the alleyway.

Spidey-Man sighs loudly before turning to the small family. "Hi there." He looks down at the torn masks on the ground. He picks up the masks himself and examines them.

"Did you guys make these?" Spidey asked.

Pamela and Bertram looked nervous but they nodded slightly. "Mommy helped us," they said simultaneously.

"I used a sewing machine," Jacqueline answered, an equal amount of nervousness in her voice.

"These masks are amazing," Spidey said happily, "truly, amazing. You did a great job. I'm sorry those punks ruined those masks for you. But..." He uses very thin webs to stitch the torn pieces of the masks and make them look perfect again. "There you go." He puts the masks on the children again and watches them touch their heads. "If you're worried about webbing getting stuck in your hair, don't worry; it comes out with ice-cold water. But I should warn you that the webs are biodegradable and will dissolve in a couple of hours."

"Thank you, Spider-Man," the twins thanked.

"Anytime," Spidey said with a giddy voice. "Always happy to look out for the little guy."

Jacqueline smiled. "Thank you, this means a lot to us."

"Sure, anytime." He gestures to the end of the alleyway. "Are you guys going to the Spider-Man rally?"

The twins nodded. "Yeah."

Spidey chuckles. "Here, I'll walk you guys to the Spider-Man rally."

The twins' eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Jacquline gasps. "Spidey, you don't have to do that-"

"No," Spidey shook his head. "What good is a superhero if he doesn't take care of the little guy?"

And with that, Spider-Man escorted Jacqueline and the fraternal twins to the Spider-Man rally, the three of them each having a joyful smile on their faces.

The Spider-Man Rally, Outside of the Metropolitan Museum of Art

When the clock hit nine o'clock exactly, the crowd was still walking aimlessly just outside of the Metropolitan Museum and there were those who waved signs expressing how much they loved Spider-Man but a large majority of the people, kids and adults alike, wore Spider-Man costumes. The Silk supporters wore Silk costumes. There were some reporters approaching the large crowd of people who were trying to get interviews with people on why they love Spider-Man and among the approaching crowd were protesters of Spider-Man.

Eddie Brock hid in the crowd wearing his own Spider-Man cheap-looking costume Venom morphed over him and began taking pictures.

"There's so many people here, Eddie; I feel like I'm at an all-you-can-eat buffet in Las Vegas."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "No, no, no." He didn't bother keeping his voice down since there were a lot of people talking and making it hard to hear himself. "Be a good boy, V."

"Fine, whatever. I guess I'll starve a little longer then. If only you had chocolate in your pocket."

Eddie's eyes widened. "For the last time, I am not stuffing a chocolate candy bar in my pocket just so it can melt; it took me a long time to get that stain out of my dress pants and they were dry-cleaned only."

"You better not be stalling me for too long, Eddie, or I might turn zombie on you and eat your brain. Or, I can simply lick it like an ice cream cone."

"Yes, please, lick my brain like an ice cream."

"Like chocolate ice cream."

Eddie rolls his eyes once more and begins taking pictures.

Felicia was hidden in the crowd of Spider-Man fans and wearing a skin-tight Spider-Man shirt that showed off her figure. She knew that there were children around so she decided to wear a jacket and zipped it halfway up. She smiled and arched her back.

"It's like being in a sandbox," she says absentmindedly, "a sandbox filled with spiders. Kitties love to rough spiders up." She laughs.

A podium that had been set up earlier had a man wearing a Spider-Man shirt stylized as an American flag with blue colors instead of black standing at a microphone and giving a few words of encouragement.

"Fuckers," he echoed into the mic, "what's up all you spider fuckers? You fuckers here to show your spider fucking support? You spider fuckers are the real fucking deal and we all fucking love you for it." He smiles. "Ladies and fucking gentlemen, if you have kids, I'm sorry for my cursing but motherfuckers will be motherfuckers. thank you for showing your spider fucking support and showing Spider-Man was great fucking bastards you all are. Spider-Man is a testament that the bad guys in this world should be fucking scared and we have that spider fucker to fucking thank for. Be sure to thank that spider fucker when you see him.' He pauses. "Aside from that, all you spider fucking fans, keep showing your support and love for Spider-Man by standing here and spreading the word. New York fucking City has a savior and we have Spider-Man to fucking thank for it."

The crowd claps and they cheer him on. Eddie snaps a few photos of the microphone guy and Felicia looks around for any signs of Spider-Man.

Elsewhere in the crowd, Owen and Jardani, dressed in Spider-Man garb, exited their vehicle and took a couple of seconds to look around before Jardani removed a flashlight from his inner jacket pocket. After checking to see that the glowing batteries were inside, he slowly begins walking toward the crowd, hiding his face with a Spider-Man mask. Owen stays behind in the car in the driver's seat.

"I know the plan," Jardani whispered to himself, "Flashlight, hostage situation, no big deal. Okay, set up, wait a few minutes, and then get ready for a hostage crisis. Easy enough." He moves closer to the crowd and closes in on the center.

Rooftop

Sitting on a rooftop with her legs dangling off the edge, Silk sighed heavily as she overlooked the crowd of Spider-Man and Silk lovers. Her red mask was secured around her face and she kicked her legs with a little more energy. She put a hand on her chest and closed her eyes tightly. She jolted when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Enjoying the cool breeze?" Spidey sits beside her. "Ahh, the September air, so fresh you could choke on it."

Silk relaxes slightly. "I don't like crowds; they feel too... crowded."

Being surrounded by four walls for so long made her claustrophobic and I can see how being surrounded by a crowd of people could make her anxious.

Spidey chuckles. "Well, then why not stay above the crowd? After all, all you have to do is swing and make it look pretty. When you want someone to fall in love with you, you want to bat your eyelashes, flex your skills, and perk your eyes up to make it look like you're smiling. I mean, you can only see half your face so they won't even see you fake-smiling."

Silk stopped kicking her legs. "What if they curse at me?"

She hasn't forgotten about how people hate her for not saving Jason Macendale last year.

"Then make a joke and laugh it off. You know what they say: sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and webs excite me."

Silk looks at him and chuckles. "I guess."

"I'll swing with you and if it helps, I'll sing your favorite song by Eminem: Not Afraid."

Silk shook her head. "No thank you."

"Remember, this is so we can build good public relations with New York City; it could come in handy later and will even be good for you emotionally. Remember; it's okay to be loved." Spidey nods. "And it's okay for me to indulge in my accomplishments when all I had to do was save people and pretend to give a crap about justice and what's right and wrong." He arches his back. "I'll swing down. Count to thirty and then swing after me. Watch what I'm doing and copy it and then... when we're done there... let's kiss. In front... of everyone."

Silk's eyes widened. "Why?"

"To show the world that we're working together. Plus, it'll be good to appease the Spidey-Silk shippers."

And to show everyone who you really belong to.

"And to show you how much I trust you, you can pull my mask up to kiss me. As for you, since your mask covers the lower half of your face, you can kiss me through your mask. Sounds perfect and romantic." Spidey stands up. "Okay then, can't keep my adoring fans waiting."

Back then, when there were plenty of supervillains to fight, I had so much fun thinking of ideas to kill them in the most gruesome, creative way possible. But killing supervillains is becoming more rare nowadays, considering that we haven't had a supervillain in the last year or so. I could kill Silk, Felicia, and Eddie but I enjoy their presence too much to kill them. Plus, they're VERY useful in helping me out so I better keep them around. So... manipulating weak-minded people will have to do. I am going to have so much FUN playing these suckers like a guitar.

Spidey leaps for it. He web-swings across several buildings before swinging low to the crowd. He swung just above their heads and when they noticed him, the crowd broke out screaming with the loudest cheers they could conjure. Spidey swung with one hand to slap high-fives on those raising their hands.

"Hello, New York!" he yells at the top of his lungs. He lands on the center of the podium and looks back to the crowd.

"SPIDER-MAN!" the crowd cheered with the biggest grins on their faces. Pictures were taken, signs were raised, balloons were released in the air, and fists were pumped in the air.

"Hello, my adoring public."

I'm pretty sure no one can hear me talking at this volume but actions speak louder than words.

Spidey does a handstand for the crowd and balances himself on one finger. He climbs back to his feet before he turns to the museum behind him. He charges for one of the pillars and leaps thirty feet in the air before clinging to the surface. He scales up the wall and leaps off. Flying thirty feet through the air, as he was about to land in the center of a crowd, he caught himself by shooting webs at two light poles opposite of each other and held himself up at the center just twelve feet above the crowd.

He bungees himself up a few feet shoots a web to the museum and web-yanks himself back onto the podium. He turns around and does a dramatic bow for the crowd and looks up when he sees Silk swinging in.

Took you long enough and I'm pretty sure I said count to thirty, not fifty.

Silk did not do any flashy moves that Spidey did but when she landed on the podium, she made sure her turn to the crowd was slow and dramatic for extra effect. Her swing onto the podium was noticed by too many people but when she touched down on the podium, the crowd cheered for her.

"SILK!" the crowd went off, especially the Silk supporters.

Silk felt her face heat up behind the mask and the urge to curl into herself almost overwhelmed her before she took a step closer to Spidey.

Like a Chad, Spidey flicks his hand through Silk's soft and silky hair, as Eren Jaeger does to Mikasa Ackerman, and he turns to the crowd. He heads to the podium and speaks into the mic.

"This is for all you shippers out there."

Silk walks over to Spidey and very carefully, pulls his mask up until only his mouth is exposed. Silk plants a kiss on David's lips that is only enhanced when Spidey puts a hand behind her head. Because Silk still had her red face mask on, all David tasted off her was rubber but he didn't seem to mind.

The crowd's cheers got louder, which Spidey didn't think was possible, and it only made him prolong the kiss. Sure, he may not be kissing her lip-to-lip but a kiss was a kiss, no matter what mask may have gotten in the way.

Spidey broke away from the kiss and noticed Cindy's eyes widen before they became half-shut. Her face was turning red, almost matching the color of her mask, but she quickly opened her eyes to make it look like she was smiling gleefully under her mask, which she was.

But that gleeful look quickly vanished and morphed into a look of confusion. Ignoring the cheering around them, she looked around aimlessly, almost as if she was searching for a lost puppy of some kind.

Spidey turned to the crowd and gave them a thumbs-up, with some citizens in the crowd expressing how much they enjoyed the kissing scene and how hot it was. Spidey pulls down his mask and stops suddenly when he feels a sharp tingle in the back of his skull.

What the hell? My spider-sense is going off. But, where is the danger?

Spidey looks around before the tingling stops. He looked over to Cindy, who was staring at him in horror with wide eyes. Spidey's eyes open slightly more behind his mask.

So that's why she was looking around a few seconds ago; her silk-sense went off. And if what my spider-sense is telling me is correct...

... there's a bomb in the crowd.