It was the dead of night at a local jewelry store. A lone man in a green striped shirt and ski mask walked up to the back door and used a crowbar he had to pry the lock off, allowing him to slip inside undeterred. Once inside, he marveled at the amount of loot before him.

"Aw, man." He let out in awe. "Now this is what I call a big score."

He went over to one of the display cases and used his crowbar to open it up, ready to grab the jewels inside. As he reached for them, a spider web shot onto his hand, attaching it to the case.

"Hey, don't you read the signs?" Spider-Man questioned from the corner of the store. "It says 'Do Not Touch'."

"You?" The man let out. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Actually, a few things." Spidey admitted, jumping down from his perch. "But honestly, kicking your hide is so much more fun."

Spidey then pulled him in and kicked him in the face, knocking him into a wall. Spidey then webbed him to the wall and walked over to him.

"And this is where I leave you for the cops." Spidey told him. "Hope prison bars aren't too classy for a common hood like yourself."

"Hey, I ain't just another hood!" The man insisted. "The name is Marko! Flint Marko, and you ain't seen the last of me!"

"Whatever you say pal." Spidey replied dismissively.

While all this was going on, neither of them were aware they were being observed on a hidden camera from a secluded office room. A man in a blue suit and an oversized forehead stood in front of a man in shadows sitting at a desk looking over the footage.

"This is all live?" The shadowy man asked.

The man in the blue suit nodded.

"Then I've seen enough." The shadowy man replied. "Bring in the Enforcers."

"Already on their way." The man in the blue suit confirmed.

Fortunately, this time around, I brought my camera with me when I kicked Marko's butt. Unfortunately, the art of the self portrait was still lost on me at the time.

Back home the next day, Peter managed to develop the photos from his fight with Marko. He sifted through them, dissatisfied by the results.

"Blurry, blurry," Peter noted. "Nice shot of my elbow, or my knee, maybe. And this one would have been perfect, if my arm was too feet longer. No way the Bugle's gonna take these!"

He let out a groan, resisting the urge to throw his camera.

"Why can't I just catch a break..." he muttered.

At that moment, a knock came at his door.

"Peter?" Aunt May called out.

Peter scrambled into his bed, still clad in his spidey-suit. He managed to conceal as much of himself as he could with the covers before Aunt May opened the door.

"You're going to miss your train again." she chastised. "Now hurry up and get ready. Breakfast is on the table."

"Uh, be right there, Aunt May!" Peter promised. "Uh, close the door please?"

"Alright, alright." May relented, closing the door.

Peter let out a sigh of relief as he let the covers sag.

After putting his civilian clothes on over his costume, Peter made it downstairs and saw breakfast on the table. With one sniff, Peter was totally entranced.

"Mmmm, smells great Aunt May." Peter told her.

"Thank you Peter." May told him, pecking him on the cheek as he sat down. "You go on and eat. I need to run by the bank."

Upon hearing mention of the bank, Peter's heart sank. It must have shown on his face because May came over and ruffled his hair.

"Don't you fret, Peter." she told him. "Things will work out in the end."

She walked back out the door, with Peter still uncertain.

"I hope so, Aunt May." Peter said to himself. "I hope so."

At an abandoned warehouse on the other side of town, the man in the blue suit, designated Hammerhead, lead three other men inside. One was wearing an overcoat and a cowboy hat, one was overly muscular with a mustache, and the last was slightly smaller and wearing a bowler hat.

"I don't suppose our employer will be joining us in person?" The man in the cowboy hat asked.

"You know how it goes, Montana." Hammerhead told him. "No one meets the boss."

Hammerhead then walked over to a table and pressed a button on a phone, dialing up a particular number.

"Enforcers are all here, boss." Hammerhead told the man on the other end.

"Thank you, Hammerhead." The boss replied. "Gentlemen, I'll get to the point. Over the past few weeks we've had a problem. A masked menace interfering with the intricate nature with which I have operated this city. Last night confirmed the existence of this 'Spider-Man'. If this pest is allowed to continue, he could undo everything I have worked to achieve."

"And you want the Enforcers to squash this spider?" Montana guessed.

"By any means necessary." The Boss confirmed.

At Midtown, Spider-Man swung up to a secluded part of the roof and began changing into his Peter Parker attire. As he did so, he looked out onto the Football field and saw the cheerleading squad running through some routines. He singled out Liz amongst the group, happy that she was allowed to stay on the team.

It's funny how things like this play out. A few weeks ago, I kinda paid Liz about as much mind as she did me. Now, we meet at the Coffee Bean every tuesday afternoon for study sessions. Apparently her grades have never been higher and her Mom's impressed with her work ethic. More than that, she no longer looks down on me. One might see this as the start of something… I don't know, more.

A few minutes later, Peter managed to get inside the building and was almost immediately alerted by his spider-senses of danger. Unwilling to risk his secret identity, he remained where he was, getting grabbed by the shoulder and slammed into a locker by Flash.

"Alright Parker," Flash spoke up. "I'm warning you to back off Liz."

"Uh, shouldn't that be her decision?" Peter asked.

Flash shoved him against the lockers a second time, eliciting a wince from Peter.

"Liz is my girl, and I won't have some stuck up nerd who thinks he's above everyone turning her into something she's not."

"You mean a decent human being?" Peter proposed. "Pretty sure she already was. Too bad she picked a lousy boyfriend."

That was the final straw. He saw an open locker nearby and shoved Peter into it, slamming it shut.

You know, it's times like this when I wish I could just cut loose and show Flash what I could really do. Though if I did that, it would blow any chance of having a secret identity out the window.

After a few minutes, the locker door was opened by an elderly janitor with glasses and a mustache.

"What, again?" the janitor let out, helping Peter out of there. "Kid, you gotta learn to stand up for yourself. Those palookas only have as much power as you give them."

"Yeah… I know." Peter muttered. "Thanks again, Mr. Lee."

"Anytime, kid." Lee replied.

Sometime later, Peter was walking down the halls when he heard a very loud argument going on.

"I don't see how it's any of your business what I do after school!" Liz shouted.

"It's my business when my girl decides to pal around with Midtown's champion geek!" Flash threw back.

"That 'geek' has been helping me raise my grades, and frankly he's been paying more attention to me than you ever have!" Liz snapped.

"You barely gave Parker the time of day before!" Flash told her. "Now all of a sudden, you think he's Tony Stark or something?"

"His name is Peter, and I think he's a genuinely nice guy who doesn't deserve to take all the shit you give him!" Liz told him.

"Well if you think he's so special, maybe you should go out with him!" Flash yelled.

"That's the smartest idea you've had ever!" Liz declared. "We're through!"

A loud smack sound was heard, followed by the sound of heels on tile floors. Peter was honestly surprised by the turn of events, but pulled himself out of his shock to catch up with Liz.

"Liz, hey." Peter called out.

She turned to him, looking angry before realizing who it was. Her expression softened as she looked at him.

"Peter, hey." she greeted. "Guess you heard all that."

"Heard it, saw it, and practically felt it, given how intense you two were going at it." Peter answered. "Look, I didn't mean for my helping you to ruin your relationship with Flash."

"To be honest, it was the wake-up call I needed." Liz informed him. "I was always just arm candy to him, someone he chose because of my looks. But with you, I feel like I'm more than how I look."

"You are." Peter told her. "Not that you don't look good. And I don't mean that in a weird way-"

"I think I get it." Liz cut off. "And thanks."

She turned to walk off, then paused.

"We still on for tuesday?" she asked.

Peter smiled in response.

"Wouldn't miss it." Peter confirmed.

That tuesday, Spider-Man swung through the city with the biggest smile under his mask.

I couldn't believe my luck. Liz Allen had defended me against Flash, and from what I'd overheard, there was potential for a real relationship there. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty invincible… of course, everytime that I felt like I was getting what I wanted, something was bound to go wrong.

As Spidey swung through the city, he had no idea he was being watched by one of Hammerhead's men.

"Target's in range." He reported over radio. "Set it in motion."

As Spider-Man continued swinging, a burglar alarm started blaring from the street. Spider-Man looked down and dropped towards the bank where the alarm was coming from.

"Yeesh, why do the bad guys have to pull these things when I'm in a hurry." Spidey griped, swinging towards the bank. "Maybe I should get a secretary or something."

Spidey swung into the bank, striking a heroic stance only to see there was no one there. He stood up and looked around to see the entire building abandoned.

"Well… this is embarrassing." Spidey said to himself. "I come all this way and there's no one to thwart."

Just then, his spider sense started going off, prompting him to leap into the air, dodging an oncoming desk. He landed on the ground, seeing the muscular man stepping out of the shadows.

"And here I thought this would be a lonely afternoon." Spidey remarked.

Spidey's spider sense went off again, letting him know someone was running up from behind. He backflipped out of the way, but the second man just sprung back and kicked him in the stomach, knocking Spidey into a wall.

"Scrappy little guy, ain't ya?" Spidey quipped, sliding to the ground.

Before Spider-Man could make another move, a rope came out of nowhere and wrapped around him, much to his surprise.

"What the-" Spidey let out before being pulled to his feet.

"And the boss said you'd be a challenge." Montanna remarked, coming out and tugging on the rope. "Gotta say, I expected more."

"Sorry to disappoint." Spidey replied grabbing the rope and pulling hard on it.

This pulled Montana in close, allowing Spider-Man to kick him aside and pull himself free of the lasso.

"So, can we wrap this up?" Spidey asked tossing the rope aside. "Cause I kinda got a date."

"No can do, boy." Montana replied. "Ox, Fancy Dan, show our friend some proper hospitality."

The other two nod as they moved towards him. Ox brought his fists up and tried bringing them down on Spider-Man, but he just web-zipped out of the way.

"Ox? Fancy Dan?" Spidey questioned, landing in front of Fancy Dan and dodging one of his kicks. "I mean, those names may sounds tough on the ranch, but here in New York, they-"

Spidey was cut off by Fancy Dan striking him across the face, knocking him to the ground. Spidey quickly gets up to see Ox standing over him with his fists raised, prompting to leap at and over Ox, dodging his attack. As he dashed through the air, Montana's lasso wrapped around his leg, jerking him to the ground. As Spider-Man got back up, Fancy Dan ran up and kicked Spider-Man right into Ox, allowing him to crush Spider-Man within his arms.

"Look, pal!" Spidey grunted. "If ya needed a breath mint… you just had to ask."

Spider-Man managed to loosen his hands and fired two weblines at Ox's mustache, causing him to grunt in pain and loosen his arms. Spider-Man then sprung off him and tried shooting webs at Fancy Dan, who just dodged and weaved around them. As Spider-Man landed, Fancy Dan ran up and tried swinging at Spidey, but he was able to dodge and block every blow. Sensing Montana to try his lasso again, Spidey leapt up and grabbed, yanking it hard and slinging him at Fancy Dan. with the two on the ground, Spider-Man fired some web at Ox in an attempt to subdue him. To his surprise though, Ox tore right through the web like it was nothing.

"Oh, well… that's not good." Spidey realized.

Spider-Man then tried to leap away, but Ox just grabbed him by the leg and threw him across the room. He tumbled to the ground hard as the three Enforcers closed in around him. He pulled himself up enough to see he was near a staircase, giving him an idea.

"Come on boys," He called out, dashing towards the stairs. "Let's play follow the leader!"

"After him!" Montana yelled, prompting them to give chase.

Up on the roof, Montana kicked the door open, allowing the three to enter outside.

"Where'd that varmint get to?" Montana asked as they looked around.

Suddenly, Fancy Dan was hit in the back by a web and pulled into the air. Montana and Ox turned around to see him dangling in the air, tied in a web with Spider-Man next to him.

"Over here, gents." Spidey replied, leaping down towards them.

Montana tried throwing his lasso at him, but Spidey grabbed it, pulled him in close, and kicked him to the ground. Spidey then landed on the edge of the roof, gesturing Ox to come at him. Ox did so, bringing his fist up to try and crush him. Thinking fast, Spidey dove between his legs, shooting a web line at one of them and causing him to trip off the edge. Spider-Man used all his strength to hold Ox in the air, keeping him suspended as he webbed the other end to the building.

"Now, I know you can tear right through that," Spidey told him. "But I wouldn't recommend it."

"Now son, you're making the Enforcers look bad." Montana criticized getting back up. "I can't have that."

Sorry to disappoint pal." Spidey remarked, moving towards him. "But you're just gonna have to-"

Before he could finish, something grabbed him by the arms and hoisted him into the air.

"What the-" Spidey let out as he kept getting higher.

He looked up and saw he was being carried by a man attached to giant metal wings with razor sharp ends, talons on his feet that were holding him, and wearing a helmet that only showed green eerie eyes. Spider-Man was admittedly surprised by this, but kept his cool.

"Thanks for the ride." Spidey replied, webbing him in the face. "But this is my stop."

The man in the wings was disoriented by the web, causing him to release Spider-Man. Spidey then shot a web line at one of his wings and pulled on it, springing up towards him. The man swatted him away with his wings, knocking him towards the ground. He quickly shook his head as he got his bearings again. He tried to shoot a web line to stop his fall, but nothing came out.

"Not good." Spidey let out. "Not good!"

He quickly shot his other web shooter, which fortunately still had some webbing in it as the web line connected to a nearby building. He swung through the air, running along a rooftop as he approached it. His eyes widened as he saw he was swinging right into a wall. He tried to stop himself, but he still hit the wall, causing him to drop down and crash into a dumpster. He managed to pull himself up, a banana peel on his head and one of the lenses in his mask cracked.

"Well… this stinks." Spidey remarked before taking a whiff of himself and lurching back. "Literally."

Back on the rooftop, the winged man dropped down and cut Ox and Fancy Dan loose. They along with Montana walked towards him in intrigue and surprise.

"Appreciate the assist, big bird." Montana replied. "But why save us from the bug?"

"Call me the Vulture." He told them. "And it just so happens Spider-Man poses a threat to my line of work."

"We could've handled the pest ourselves." Ox insisted.

"Didn't seem that way to me." Vulture replied. "Although, if you still insist on going after him, I can help."

Montana looked honestly intrigued by this proposition.

"What did you have in mind?"

At the Coffee Bean, Liz sat in a booth in the corner, looking over the books in front of her. She stole a glance at the clock, noticing it was almost an hour after their usual meet up time. She let out a sigh and prepared to leave, but that's when Peter came barreling in.

"Peter, where have you-" She started before smelling Peter and covering her nose. "Ugh, what happened? You smell like… like week-old garbage."

"I, uh… got knocked into a trash can by some passing bystander." Peter told her. "Guess he was in a hurry."

Liz gagged.

"Maybe we should postpone this..." she let out, fishing into her purse before grabbing a perfume bottle. "And here. So your aunt doesn't kill you for the smell."

"Uh… thanks." Peter replied, slightly embarrassed.

Liz gathered up her stuff, still looking a bit green.

"Also, just burn your clothes." she told him. "That smell is never coming out."

Back at the Parker house, Peter sent his costume through the wash for the sixth time in a desperate attempt to get the smell out. Sadly, it was proving quite tricky.

"I really hoped Liz was wrong about the smell." Peter said to himself. "I worked hard on making that. In fact, I have some ideas for improvements."

And boy did I. First of all, a belt with multiple web cartridges for quick refills. Also, new lenses for the mask to replace the cracked ones. More would come down the line, but those would do for now.

At an abandoned warehouse, Vulture looked over a guardrail and saw the Enforcers trying out their newest weapons, advanced bio enforcement armor. Montana's was equipped with titanium cables, which he wrapped around a stray support beam and crushed it as he tightened it. Ox's armor enhanced his already impressive strength, allowing him to pick up a massive crate and crush it with his hands. Fancy Dan's suit allowed him to bounce around the room at breakneck speed, allowing him to hit several piles of paint cans, one after another.

"Well, what do you think?" Vulture asked.

"Gotta say, Vulture," Montana admitted, pulling off his suits helmet. "When you deliver, you deliver."

"Glad you approve." Vulture replied. "And while your payments are appreciated, I do have one other request. I wanna be there when you take him down."

"Fine by me." Montana allowed. "Now let's bag us a spider."

The next day, Peter and Gwen boarded the bus towards Oscorp, the latter noting a strange fragrance coming from Peter.

"Peter? Are you… wearing perfume?" She asked.

"Uh, it's a long story." Peter answered.

"Right." Gwen replied coyly. "So… you and Liz seem to be getting along well."

"I guess you could say that." Peter admitted. "I must admit, there's more to her than the preppy cheerleader facade she wears."

"Well that's… nice." Gwen let out, trying hard to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

"Still, I did not expect her to up and dump Flash for me." Peter marveled. "That was something else."

"I can imagine." Gwen replied.

As he sat in his office, Norman's phone started ringing. He glanced at it, seeing that it was a call from his private physician. He took it and answered it.

"Doctor?" Norman answered.

"Mr. Osborn, I have your test results from your last appointment." The doctor said, his voice professional, but laced with some guilt and sympathy .

"And?" Norman pressed.

"And… I'm afraid your MRI revealed a rather large brain tumor."

"I see…." Norman realized. "I don't suppose there's anything you can do?"

"No sir..." the Doctor lamented. "It's far too large to be removed, and too close to too many vital parts of your brain. I'm afraid you've got a year, two if you're lucky."

"Well… I'd better use that time wisely then." Norman replied.

He hung up, turning towards the door. As he reached for the knob, he noticed that his hand was shaking. He growled slightly before opening the door and exiting the office.

In his lab, Dr. Connors was looking over the data from the Cross Species project, hoping that he could find something to help him. He kept going back to the Super Spider, his conversation with Peter several days ago still nagging at him.

"Dr. Connors." Norman spoke out, startling the scientist.

"Mr. Osborn." Dr. Connors let out, looking up from his work. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"I wanted to know if you had any progress with the Cross Species project." Norman replied.

"Funny you should ask." Dr. Connors replied. "I've recently renewed research in the project. Sadly though, it's proven far more difficult than I thought."

"What do you require?" Norman asked.

Connors raised an eyebrow at the question.

"Why the new interest, if I may ask?" Connors questioned.

"Let's just say that I'm curious about the medical wonders it has to offer." Norman replied.

"I see." Connors replied sceptically. "Well, I will keep you updated on any progress I make, or if I find myself in need of equipment or funds."

"Excellent." Norman replied, walking out of the lab. "I look forward to seeing your progress."

As he exited, he bumped into a passing technician, causing him to drop the papers he was carrying. Dr. Connors saw this and went out to try and help.

"Sorry about that, Max." Dr. Connors told him. "Need any help?"

"No, I got it." Max reassured, picking up all his papers. "What's wrong with Mr. Osborn? He looked troubled."

"It would seem so." Dr. Connors replied. "Though I doubt it's anything we have to worry about."

"If you say so, Doc." Max replied. "Gotta work on some specs for the new power grid anyway."

"Best of luck to you." Dr. Connors wished as Max went for the elevator.

The elevator doors opened up, allowing Peter and Gwen to exit as Max entered.

"Glad you two could make it." Dr. Connors told them. "Interesting choice of perfume Gwen."

"Uh, actually that's me." Peter sheepishly admitted. "Met the business end of a dumpster trying to get some pictures of Spider-Man for the Bugle's photo contest."

"I… see." Dr. Connors replied, giving a small nod. "Well, I've found that baking soda and vinegar do wonders for terrible odors. You might try that, especially on anything you may have been wearing at the time."

"I'll give that a shot, thanks." Peter replied.

The NYPD Midtown precinct was bustling with cops going back and forth, going about their duties and milling about.

"And by the time I got there, Marko was already webbed up for me and my men." a police officer by name of Jefferson Davis told his superior. "With a note saying-"

"Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man." Captain George Stacy assumed. "Eighth one this month."

"The Bugle hit the nail on the head when they labeled him a menace." Davis insisted. "Making the entire force look bad, and leaving these punks beaten up and strung up like pieces of meat."

"The guys clearly trying to make himself out like some kind of hero." Captain Stacy surmised. "Trying to make a difference."

"Then he should take off his mask and take up a badge." Davis insisted. "Nobody is above the law, especially this Spider-Man freak."

"I agree, but focusing on one guy distracts from every other lowlife in the city." Stacy told him. "When Spider-Man's mess becomes too much, we'll deal with him. Until then, we do our job and protect the city."

Davis sighed, shaking his head.

"And what about when the criminal element decides to rise to meet him?" He argued. "I mean, we already had to deal with that Shocker character. Who knows what they'll come up with next."

"We'll deal with it as it comes." Stacy replied. "We can't worry about what's coming at the risk of what's in front of us."

Just then, a loud explosion rang out from the lobby. The two officers bolted towards the source of the explosion and saw the Vulture and the Enforcers making their way inside. Fancy Dan started bouncing back and forth, knocking one officer after another to the ground. Ox just batted away officers before they could get a shot off. Montana tossed one of his cabled around an officer and spins him around into another group of officers. Vulture used his wings to shield himself from the bullets before slashing at some of them. Captain Stacy and Jefferson started shooting at them, but Montana quickly shot out his cables at them, tying them up and allowing him to pull them in close.

"Alright now," Montana spoke up. "Everybody drop your guns, or things are gonna get really messy up in here."

The officers all paused for a second before complying with his request.

"Good." Montana replied. "Now, how does one get in contact with a certain bug around here?"

Back at Oscorp, Peter and Gwen were performing their duties around the lab, cleaning and organizing various files and such, while Dr. Connors was examining some lizard DNA in relation to the Cross Species project. With Norman Osborn's insistence on renewing the project, he was more determined than ever to crack the code on this serum. As they went about their work, something out a nearby window caught Gwen's eye.

"What on earth?" Gwen let out, getting the others' attention.

They looked out and saw a massive search light of Spider-Man's face gracing the sky.

"It seems someone wants Spider-Man's attention." Dr. Connors assumed. "What do you think Peter-"

Dr. Connors cut himself off when he saw Peter wasn't there anymore. Gwen took note of this as well, blinking in surprise.

"Where did Peter go?" she wondered.

It didn't take long for Peter to change into his Spider-Man suit and swing towards the source of the search light.

"I gotta say, I like the idea of a spidey-signal." He said to himself. "And from the looks of this one it's coming from the police station. Maybe the cops are finally warming up to me."

After some swinging, he finally reached the police station and saw the doors were torn off.

"Well, someone does need my help." He admitted. "It just happens to be the cops. Meaning Gwen's dad could be in trouble."

He leapt down and swung towards the entrance, his spider senses immediately going off. He spun around and saw Ox barreling towards him. He leapt out of the way, only for Fancy Dan to bounce right into him, knocking him back. Before he could make contact with anything, one of Montana's cords wrapped around him, allowing him to to whip Spidey to the ground.

"Knew that light would bring you crawlin." Montana told him.

"Well, you thought right." Spidey let out, grunting in pain. "So, I see you got some new toys."

"Ya got that right." Montana confirmed as Vulture landed next to him. "Thanks to my new friend here, you're lookin at the new and improved Enforcers."

"Right, because the old ones were just terrible." Spidey quipped, getting up and pulling on the cord. Montana was pulled in close and let Spider-Man kick him aside. Vulture tried slicing at him with his claws, but Spider-Man leapt out of the way, landing on a nearby collum. Fancy Dan moved towards him, trying to hit him again, but Spidey leapt off the collum and on the ground in front of Ox. Ox tried slamming his fists down on Spidey, but he quickly rolled out of the way before he could. As he got to his feet though, Fancy Dan bounced into him again, knocking him into the air. Vulture flew up and grabbed Spider-Man by the leg before tossing him up at the ceiling. He collided with it and was about to fall off before slinging a web at it, suspending him in the air.

"These guys are really giving me the go around." Spidey commented. "Gotta think of a way to end this."

He looked down and observed the make of the villains suits. Slowly but surely, a plan was starting to form.

"Dan, why don't you bring the bug on down." Montana suggested.

Fancy Dan nodded as Ox went over and gave him a boost. He tossed Dan into the air towards Spider-Man, who quickly leapt off the roof as Dan made contact.

"You're a regular ball of fun when you're bouncing around." Spidey commented, leaping forward as Dan did, encasing him in a cocoon of web. "But when you're just sailing by, mid air, you're as vulnerable as a fly."

Spider-Man then swung Dan into a wall, knocking him out, before webbing him to it. Spidey then leapt down to deal with Vulture and the remaining two Enforcers. Spider-Man shot two web lines at two columns before backflipping to stretch them out as Ox charged at him. Spidey then shot himself forward and landed on Ox. Before Ox could grab him, Spidey moved to his back and disconnected one of the tubes on his suit before taking out of of his web cartridges.

"May lose some webbing, but it should slow you down." Spidey remarked, dropping the cartridge into the tube.

Spidey leapt off Ox and landed on the ground as webbing the servos in his suit, causing them to overload and encase him in a massive cocoon of webbing. Ox fell to the ground with a thud as Spider-Man stood up. Before he could make a move though, one of Montana's coils wrapped around his neck, strangling him. His second coil wrapped around Spidey's arm, holding him back as Vulture got ready to slice him to pieces. As Vulture raised his wing, some gunshots zoomed past him. The two turned to see Jefferson having reclaimed his weapon and firing at the villains. Vulture managed to use his wings to shield him from the bullets, but one of the shots nailed Montana in the shoulder, allowing him to clutch his wound in pain and give Spider-Man some slack on his coil. Spidey took advantage of this and grabbed the coil holding his arm and yanked hard, pulling Montana towards him and giving him the chance to punch him in the face, knocking him out instantly.

Seeing his colleagues down for the count, Vulture took to the air and flew towards the door.

"Oh, no you don't." Spidey let out, shooting a web at Vultures wing. "Can't have you leaving the party just yet!"

Vulture just jetted forward and out of the building, dragging Spider-Man along with him. Once getting outside, Vulture flew straight up, hoping to slam Spider-Man into a nearby wall. Spidey instead landed feat first on it and stuck as Vulture flew up, allowing him to slingshot up to him and try to punch him. Vulture quickly brought up his wing to block him, but Spidey quickly grabbed the wing and flipped over him, kicking him in the back of the head. Vulture tumbled through the air as Spider-Man shot another web at his wing, allowing him to swing under him and land on the side of the building. Suddenly, sirens began filling the air as more cop cars arrived at the precinct.

"Another time!" Vulture declared, flying off.

Spider-Man tried shooting another web at him, but nothing came out.

"Damn." He let out, watching Vulture get away.

I wanted to give chase to the guy, but with no webbing to my name at the moment, couldn't really keep up. Plus despite saving an entire precinct, it didn't seem like the best time to be around when more cops arrived. On the upside though, I was able to web up camera during the fight, so I could snap a few pics to win the Bugle's prize money. Hopefully, it would be enough to explain my disappearance to Gwen and Dr. Connors.

Later, the precinct was abuzz with activity. Photos were being taken, entire sections were cordoned off, and EMTs were all over the place trying to help out the injured cops. Captain Stacy sat in the back on an ambulance when Gwen came running up to him.

"Dad!" she cried out.

"Gwen." Captain Stacy replied as Gwen ran up and hugged him.

"I heard about what happened." she told him as she pulled back. "Are you okay? Was anyone killed?"

"I'm fine Gwen." Captain Stacy reassured. "Got a few injured, but thankfully, no one died."

Gwen let out a sigh of relief, then pulled him into another hug.

"Thank God." she said, burying her face in her father's shoulder.

Captain Stacy just held his daughter as the worries and fear of the night slowly washed away.

At the Parker residence, Peter finished developing his fight with the Enforcers and the Vulture. Fortunately for Peter, this time the pictures were clear and useable.

"Yes!" Peter cheered. "That prize money is as good as mine. And in addition to helping Aunt May,"

He then picked up a sketch pad with a drawing of a belt with web cartridges on it and a Spider-Man inspired light on the front.

"I could use it for some much needed upgrades." he declared.