"Good morning, New York City! The lottery of the dead yesterday… oops, wrong channel!"
In the afternoon sun of New York, light reflected off the glass facades of skyscrapers and onto Spider-Man's black suit. The second week of October had arrived, and everything seemed to have settled down. The hurried events of September were gone, and Peter was finally enjoying some peace.
He felt the pressure of the wind during free fall, then shot a web just before hitting the ground, swinging high into the air. In the distance, a Daily Bugle helicopter was tracking a recent robbery.
"The Daily Bugle is broadcasting a live report: a security transport truck from Oscorp has been hijacked, and police are in pursuit."
"Oscorp? Why is it always Oscorp?!"
Peter said this as he quickly arrived at 15th Avenue in Manhattan. He saw a modified heavy-duty truck careening down the road. Several people were standing on the roof of the truck, using some kind of cutting tool to slice open the top and climb inside. A convoy of more than a dozen police cars was in hot pursuit.
"Good morning, Spider-Man!"
"Good morning, folks!"
Passersby shouted to him, and Peter responded in kind before deploying his web-wings and gliding toward the truck. He started by kicking a mercenary off the truck, simultaneously firing a web. The mercenary flew high into the air and landed safely in the web.
"Die, Spider-Man!"
"What's that? It's too windy?" Peter easily dodged a rifle volley from another mercenary, webbing the gun and sticking it to the truck's roof. He then dodged a punch. "Then you should tell your friend to drive a little slower."
"Aargh!"
The mercenary Spider-Man pushed off the truck yelled out, but Peter had already fired a web to catch him. He then jumped into the truck through the hole they had cut. As soon as he was inside, a flurry of gunfire erupted. After the mercenaries emptied their clips, they saw a black shield had blocked all their shots, leaving Spider-Man completely unharmed.
Next, he extended his hands, and the symbiote instantly transformed into a massive biomass, pinning everyone to the inner walls of the truck. When he retracted the symbiote, they were all firmly stuck to the walls.
"Sorry, guys, your plan might have worked on last month's me, but this month's me is a new man." Peter shrugged, then looked at the electronic lock on the box the terrorists were trying to crack. "Let me see what you're after. Oh, still working on this? First time you've seen a box with a screen and a keyboard, huh? A new generation of single-person aerial combat platform… a flying hoverboard? That's what you were looking for?"
"That's none of your business, Spider-Man!"
"You're right, it isn't." Peter smiled and walked to the hole, showing his face. "So, remember to tell the police exactly what you were doing!"
With that, to the groans of the terrorists, Spider-Man jumped out of the truck. He still had one more thing to do: stop the super heavy-duty truck. He went to the driver's side and knocked on the window.
"Hello? 你好? Bonjour?"
Seeing Spider-Man knocking on the window, the terrorist driver grabbed the rifle next to him, rolled down the window, aimed it at Spider-Man, and pulled the trigger. Spider-Man dodged, then shot a web to pull the rifle out of his hands. "Why won't you talk? Are you shy, friend? Oh, excuse me."
Holding the rifle in one hand, Peter used the other to wave his cell phone, gesturing that he had an emergency. "Can you let me take this call first? It's important. My apologies."
"I'm going to kill you!"
Peter checked his phone, saw it was Harry calling, and answered. Harry's voice was clearly excited. "My dad just messaged me and said our secret base is finished, Peter. We're just waiting for you… why is it so windy on your end?"
"I'm out for a drive!"
"In a convertible? Wait, you don't have a license." Harry realized. "Are you being Spider-Man?"
"Yeah, hey, buddy, turn the wheel right!" Peter tossed the rifle onto the roof and stuck it there, then grabbed the steering wheel with his right hand to change lanes, narrowly avoiding a car ahead. "Why can't you guys avoid rush hour when you're out robbing? Just take the subway."
The terrorist driver awkwardly pulled out a pistol from his waistband and fired several shots at Spider-Man. But again, Spider-Man quickly threw it out the window. Hearing the fierce wind and gunshots, Harry asked, "Should I call you back later? You sound busy."
"Nah, it's fine. I just need to find a road with less traffic to pull this truck over." Peter said, yanking the steering wheel to make a legal right turn. The terrorist, seeing that both of Peter's hands were occupied, threw a punch at his head, but Peter easily dodged it.
"The road up ahead is clear. I'll be done in a minute." After telling Harry that, Peter finally let go of the steering wheel. He did a backflip and landed a few dozen feet in front of the truck. Seeing this, the terrorist flooring the gas pedal, hoping to run Peter over with the hundred-ton truck.
Finally with both hands free, Peter reached out to the truck. His arm instantly bulked up, and the symbiote's biomass wrapped around the entire front of the truck, forcing it to a stop.
"Is your dad coming?"
"I'm afraid so." Harry sighed, sounding unhappy. "How soon can you get here?"
"Maybe less than half an hour? If nothing else happens on the way."
Peter hung up the phone, then used a web to rip off the truck door and hang the terrorist driver on a utility pole. The bystanders who had scattered for cover emerged from every corner, and the pursuing police cars finally arrived.
The officer in charge was still Captain George Stacy, a typical NYPD officer with a low rank but who handled all the dirty work.
"Thanks for the help, Spider-Man. We really couldn't have stopped this thing without you."
"No problem, Captain. I just felt like it was time to get back to being your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
Captain Stacy looked a little confused. "Are you planning on taking a vacation or something?"
Peter shot a web onto a building and saluted.
"Maybe one day, Captain. I'm out!"