Spider-Man lays back gazing into midnight. A handful of stars litter the growing polluted skies of New York.
A call comes through his police scanner. “All officers in Queens we’re getting reports on street racers disturbing the peace. Any available units, put a stop to it before they hurt someone”.
The voice clicks off, but is quickly replaced by the commanding captain’s direct orders.
“Disregard that last report, we must locate the private personnel”. The captain's voice ceases along with all nonviolent offensives.
Looks like I’ll be out all night, hopefully Aunt May won’t wait up.
Just then four cars each behind the other speed down the narrow street.
“Scientists by day, Spider-Repo Man by night. Great second career choice”.
He leaps from the building and swings towards the street the drivers must take.
Landing in the middle he lies down. The first car horn wails through the empty street.
“Oh no, don’t run me over, someone save me!”.
The first car spins out into a lamppost. The second follows taking out a mail box instead.
The third can’t regain control and flips over him twice landing right side up blocking off the street.
Spider-Man stands taking in the scene. “Wasn’t expecting that”.
He quickly checks for any victims confirming there aren’t any. Next he webs each driver to their seat.
The fourth driver comes to a smooth stop as if they weren’t racing.
A man with a fade haircut in all back and beat up Nikes exits the vehicle slightly slamming the door.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? You’re the ones illegally racing through residential neighborhoods”.
“All the crime in this city and Spider-Man is worried about street racers?”
“Muggers, killers, abusers, none of those a better use of your time?”
“Well when you put it like that, I should wrap this up quickly”.
Peter shoots a couple of webs, the man turns his arms into torches disintegrating them on impact.
“Don’t worry about how I did it. I don’t want to fight just need the phone off the guy who flipped”.
“None of your business. If the right people find out you’re involved you’ll cause more issues than you already have”.
“Wouldn’t have been any issue if you weren’t putting civilians in danger”.
“It’s midnight as you see, even after you fucked up, no civilians around”.
Peter takes in the scene once more as the man gets on his case.
“They might’ve been illegally racing, but you caused a thousand plus dollars in damages. Does that mean you should go to jail?”
“What’s worse wasting people's resources due to your negligence or racing on empty streets?”
“Ummmm. Your perspective isn’t entirely wrong”.
“Forget it. Wouldn’t report you even if I cared. After the phone, I’m outta here then do whatever you want to those three”.
“That’s none of your business either, especially since you’re the vigilante every criminal wants the identity of”.
Spider-Man rests on the hood of Johnny's car. “Good thing they’re all locked up, now what’s this conspiracy theory? Aliens? Flat earth? Has my time as a scientist been a lie?”
“Spider-Man cracks jokes, didn’t expect that, and get your ass off my car; I don’t even lean on her”.
“Sorry”. Spiderman throws his hands up in defense.
“You're more worried about me sitting on it than crashing in a race?”
The man rolls his eyes,” I’m worried about-“. Peters police scanner drowns him out.
“All available units reports of three wrecked vehicles on Saint Drive. One’s blocking the road, EMTS, and Junk car services are needed. Spider-Man and an unidentified person seem to be arguing on site. Lethal force may be necessary”. The scanner clicks off.
There’s a hint of concern in the man’s voice, but it’s imperceivable.
“I’m fine, you can take your hand off my shoulder. We gotta-“. A bullet enters Spider-Man left arm, exiting and entering Johnny’s right arm where it stops.
Before they can react another shot grazes both of their sides. One final shot enters and stops in Spider-Man’s back.
Spider-Man attempts to speak, but his breath is gone, and he’s falling forward.
Johnny’s screams of agony are the last thing Spider-Man hears before losing consciousness…
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