"Okay, how many people are in the medbay for hangovers?" Spider-Man asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Seven."

"And how many are in the medbay for all the drunken stunts that those guys pulled?"

"Fourteen."

Spider-Man sighed, "Okay, just… Just give me the list of people who are hungover, and I'll get them the aspirin at the store."

"We don't have any in the medbay?" Zelda asked.

"We spent it all on Smokey when he had a near-heart attack at seeing Ace's powers for the first time." Spidey answered, "You want anything else while I'm out?"

"Beast mentioned he wanted some twinkies…" Zelda mumbled.

"The guy seriously needs to eat healthier." Spider-Man grumbled, "I'll make a few rounds with some of the others, see if they need anything."

"Alright. I'll make sure that the rest don't hurt themselves or something." Zelda grumbled, dragging her feet back into the medbay.

"Senzu Beans." Spidey grumbled, "Why couldn't they also cure hangovers?"

The trip to the store wasn't that bad. There was no crisis to be averted, and no morons who thought that robbing a bank in broad daylight was a good idea. It was a rather pristine store.

Thankfully, there weren't too many requests. The downside that that the few requests he got, were fairly heavy.

Who knew that this place had punching bags?

"Okay," Spidey looked at his list, "I got TJ's punching bag- how that guy goes through them so fast is beyond me, but whatever. I got Thor's barrels, I have an inkling as to what he's going to use them for." He checked off another item on his list.

He passed by a stand for some Hostess, and grabbed a few packs with his webbing.

"Hank's twinkies. I have no idea why he likes those so much. The fruit pies are clearly superior." He mumbled under his breath, "Now, where are those magazines that Mark wanted?"

"Alright, now where are those uh…" Needles looked at his list, "Uh, super glue?"

"In aisle seven!" The man replied, "Now please let me go!"

"Oh I'll let you go…" Needles chuckled, "I'll let you go straight to the afterlife- oof!"

"Sorry!" The man and Needles turned to see a shopping cart full of random items, "I'll just- Oh…"

Spider-Man just sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and readied a battle stance, "Why are you here Sweet Tooth?"

"It's Needles, you idiot." The clown snarled, "Sweet Tooth is my truck!" He swung down with his machete, imbedding it in the ground.

"Sorry!" Spidey quipped, getting the cart graber to safety, "But it's not like you two aren't interchangeable." he said from the light post.

"Get down here and fight like a man!"

"Don't suppose I could get you to come up here and fight like a spider?" The Web-Slinger shot back, "What are you so mad about anyways? - Still mad that the CW turned you down for the role of Firestorm?"

"Raugh!"

"I'll take that as a yes- WOAH!" Spidey dodged a punching bag that was thrown his way, "Hey! That was TJ's! You're paying for that, not me!"

"You'll pay for your irritating attitude! I was getting stuff to fix my car!"

"You use super glue to repair a truck?" The clerk asked.

"It's for the decals!" Needles shot back, "I was going to get the tires in aisle nine!"

"Aisle nine is where you get gardening supplies."

"No, that's aisle ten. Aisle nine is where you get exercise equipment like punching bags."

"Oh yeah. Why did I think it was- WOAH!" Both the worker and Spider-Man narrowly dodged some weights thrown their way.

"Right…" Spider-Man grumbled, "Needles."

The cart goer ran to cover, "Kick his ass, Spidey!"

"On it!" Spider-Man zipped his way to enter the battlefield in the parking lot.

"I hate this neutral zone." Needles grumbled, "Never know when you're going to run into a goody-two-shoes like you around here."

"Feeling's mutual flaming Pennywise." Spider-Man quipped, throwing a punch, "Rhino you ain't."

Needles was knocked back into a wall and found several points of webbing holding his arms down.

"You think that's going to stop me?" The clown snarled, "It won't!" He used the little leverage he had and tore part of the wall off.

"That is so not coming out of my paycheck." The worker mumbled as he made his way to where he dropped his phone earlier. Maybe he could call for backup in case there were some more psychos nearby.

"Okay, maybe you're more like Hammerhead. Just without the smarts." Spidey added as he flung back some more rocks back at the psychopath.

"Grah! I'm going to kill you!"

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd have as much money as Tony or Batman." The Spider-Themed hero muttered.

"You won't be able to spend it, scrawny!" Needles shouted, brandishing his machete.

"Where'd he get that?" Spidey asked nobody in particular.

"Oh wait… This is my truck."

"Oh…" Spidey grumbled.

Instead of using his weapon, Needles opted to climb into his truck. He pulled a lever and the vehicle started to transform into the Sweet Bot.

Spidey just looked at it and his reply was simply one of absolute horror. One of complete terror. One that would strike fear due to the fact that it was one of the world's greatest heroes saying it.

"Meh."

"What do you mean by 'meh'?!" Needles screamed, "This is the instrument of your destruction!"

"Is that what it is?" Spidey asked, "Ohhh…" he droned on.

"Meh."

"THIS THING CAN THROW THE HEAD LIKE A GRENADE!" Needles shouted.

"It can?" Spidey sarcastically asked, "Ohh…"

"Meh."

"AUGH!" Needles shouted in rage and unleashed his full arsenal on the Wall-Crawler.

Dodging all of the bullets fired by the guns on him, Spidey started to think on how to disable his opponent.

"What? Too afraid to fight me on your own? Can't do it up close?"

"I'll kill you!"

"And here I thought clowns were supposed to be funny." Spidey muttered.

"I HEARD THAT!" Needles screamed as he threw a car at Spider-Man.

"How?" Spidey asked, "How did he hear that? That gun is firing at like, twenty rounds per second!"

"HAHAHAHA!" Needles cackled as he kept firing at the Web-Slinger.

"Alright, this is getting old." Spidey grumbled. He took aim and fired off several shots of webbing at the gun, causing it to jam.

"What the- Grr, dammit!" Needles grumbled. He prepared the head-grenade, "Alright, time for you to go-"

*THWIP THWIP THWIP!*

The explosive was now webbed to the Sweet Bot's hand and couldn't be removed. What's more, is the fact that Spidey had covered the entire thing in webbing, effectively making it a wad of webs that Needles was holding.

"See you later!" Spidey chuckled.

"Uh oh…"

*BOOM!*

"Well, that takes care of that." Spidey patted himself on the back for a job well done, "Now, where did that stuff go?"

"Okay so why exactly did you need all these grapes?" Carolina asked Tony when she saw the purchases that Spider-Man had brought in.

"What?" Iron Man asked, "People like grapes. Is that so weird?"

"No. I agree with you. It's just that you had Spider-Man bring in fifty pounds of grapes. What are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything-"

"He's planning on doing another drinking game with the new battle." Spidey interrupted, "By the way, I'm going back to our world. Call me if the finale is Galactus vs. Unicron."

"What if it's-"

"Galactus vs. Unicron only." Spidey repeated, "I don't care if it's Thanos vs. Darkseid, Galactus vs. Unicron only."

"But-"

"See you later!"

Spidey left through the portal and left the two armored fighters alone."

"How exactly does this drinking game work exactly?"

X: I'll make a chapter for Galactus vs. Unicron or Thanos vs. Darkseid. If the finale isn't one of those, expect a half-assed filler chapter while I let my brain get back on track for next season.

Wade: Finally figured out that you need to pace yourself?

X: Yep. I tend to burn out when the finale draws close. Figured that next season, about six chapters per battle will be uploaded. Give my brain some time to rest, and let me work on my other stories.

Pinkie: Here's to a great finale party!