In New York City, the only thing more expensive than paying off arrest tickets was filling a coffee order. No one drove in New York; there was too much traffic. But you had options to get where you wanted to go, each one more unpleasant than the last. You could walk, where you were bumping into uninterested strangers who couldn't care less about what you have to say. You could hail a cab, provided your skin color wasn't any darker than the coffee they were drinking. The driver will never speak English, and he will be right off the boat from Nepal. Also, the driver will hate you. Your final option, and probably the worst, was the Subway. Think of about 20 people, shoved into a sardine can, and about five of those people are either pickpockets, perverts, or homeless. But even with all the crime and disdain in the city, one thing kept it standing. Your friendly, neighborhood, Spiderman!
"The Crime problem in New York is really getting serious. The other day I saw the Statue of Liberty with both hands up." Peter Parker chuckled to himself. He was currently dressed as his alter ego, the web-slinging Spiderman, and was perched atop the roof of his dayjob, "The New York Daily Bugle" where Peter was a photographer. He job wasn't that great, but he and his Aunt May needed the money, and he could get. But for all the crime in New York, the city seemed to be at a standstill today. Could my Spidey Sense be on the fritz? Peter thought to himself. I really wish I didn't have to come out here...not now anyway.
(Wavy Flashback Sequence)
"Come on Tiger...I need it."
Mary Jane Watson, Peter's best friend and wife, was lying in Peter's bed, with nothing but a thin, white bed sheet covering her. Their relationship had been going well, but Peter's secret identity put a strain on them when they wanted to get intimate. "Sorry MJ, but my Spidey Sense is going crazy right now." Peter said. "I know it sucks, but with gre--"
"I know! I know! With great power comes great responsibility!" MJ snapped. "I've heard it a million times! Why don't you go out with your pussy partner, and have a good time protecting the city!"
(End Flashback)
Man, I really fucked up. Peter thought. He was ready to turn around and apologize, but felt was startled by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, and a large pair of breasts pressed up against his back. "What are you doing here, Black Cat?"
"Is that any way to treat a girl?" Felicia Hardy, AKA The Black Cat asked. "I thought we were partners, patrolling the city?"
"Sorry, I shouldn't have sna--" Peter stopped in the middle of a sentence. "My Spidey Sense is acting up."
Looking down, Peter saw a truck from the hazard treatment plant barreling out of control down the streets of Manhattan. Swinging into action, Spider-Man leaped from the building, and landed on the truck to see if he could help out. "Take it easy buddy! Where do you think you are driving like this, Jersey?" Unforunately, having the superhero on his car only spooked the out of control driver more, causing him so swerve and sideswipe the curb and rollover. The metal tanker of the truck ruptured, sending a Torrent of silver chemical into the street, rushing right at none other than Mary Jane Watson!
"Fuck! What's Mary Jane doing here!" Peter said, trying to save her from the oncoming liquid. Shooting a web, Spider-Man made a makeshift lasso and wrapped up the redhead, but not before her bare ankle grazed the chemical. "We'd better get you to a hospital." Peter said. Before swinging away, he checked the tanker. "Fisk Industries. Why am I not surprised?" he said, referring to the company run by the infamos criminal, Kingpin.
The hospital trip was uneventful and inclusive. The doctors ran every test, but couldn't find any sign of MJ bring hampered by chemical exposure. "C'mon Tiger, I just wanna go home." Mary Jane said to her husband, now back in his street clothes. Peter reluctantly agreed, and took Mary Jane back to their apartment before going to do some research himself about this chemical.
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