Meanwhile, in a less fortunate predicament, Spider-Man effortlessly cut through the city of New York,

flying on his webs, scanning the sky for the Vulture. He had stolen an experiment from Horizon High,

and was sternly instructed by the principal of the robbed academy, Max Modell, to get it back by any

means necessary. Spider-Man mumbled to himself as usual, although slightly louder than he normally

would, over his ringing ears. "Stupid vulture screech. Can't hear anything now." He announced to

himself, wiggling his finger in his ear in an attempt to clear it. A familiar voice was heard over the

deafening ring in his ears. "Peter help!".

MJ was caught in the three-way crossfire between Spider-Man, the Vulture and Horizon High. Now it was

personal. "Leave her out of this!" He commanded at an eardrum-shattering volume. "Spider-man!" The

vulture declared in shock, fear detected by anyone who was listening. Spider-Man unleashed devastating

blows. He was sick and tired of the villains he stops daily interfering with his personal life. "The

experiment. Now!" He commanded like a drill sergeant at a nearly unconscious Vulture. The Vulture's

weak hand unclasped, releasing the container. "MJ, are you okay, did he hurt you?" Peter frantically

rambled. "Peter, I'm fine. Go return that thing to Horizon High." She answered, seemingly unfazed by the

Vulture's kidnapping. "I love you." Peter reminded MJ, before jumping off the high building and releasing

a web. "Peter! You forgot me!" MJ shouted from atop the skyscraper. An apologetic voice shouted back

from the city below. "Sorry!"

"So you said the Vulture stole the substance from your lab?" Jake Peralta went over the details with Max.

"Yes, he took something extremely valuable that the Space Administration gave to us for

experimenting." Max confirmed. "So cool" Jake muttered under his breath. "Pardon?" "Nothing.". "Hey,

you again!" Spider-Man exclaimed with both surprise and delight in his voice. "No way!" Charles Boyle,

Jake's best friend shouted. "You're friends with Spider-Man!? How am I supposed to compete with

that!?" He exclaimed with utter shock, before sitting down like he was just delivered bad news. "Anyway,

here's your substance back." Spider-Man announced, brushing off that unique reaction to his

appearance. He shot a web at a lamp post outside. "Bye guys." He muttered before swinging off into the

distance. Charles fainted. Amy smirked. "The plan's working perfectly, sarge." She quietly announced like

a movie villain. "The tracker is on his costume, all I gotta do now is wait," she opened her hands,

miming an explosion. "Boom.". Terry sighed, he didn't think she was really going to do it. "I can't believe

you're tracking Spider-Man. That's the most Doc Ock thing ever." Terry judged. "Oh no." Max shuddered.

"The substance is gone!"

"And I'm just in time for the movie with MJ. This is the most un-Parker luck day I've had in a while."

Spider-Man declared to himself as he continued his swing through New York, admiring the sights. His

Spider-sense quickly went off. "Oh come on!". It was Doc Ock. "I literally stopped you earlier today."

Spider-Man complained, fighting Doc Ock through the air. Spider-Man's spectacular web quickly

contained Doc Ock and his mechanical arms. "Why did you come for me? And why did you give up so

quickly?" He asked, confusion filling his mind like webs filling a crack in the road. "I was merely the

distraction, Peter Parker, and you fell for it like a moth to a glowing bug zapper." Doc Ock gloated. "Oh

no. MJ!"