Kim Possible and Spider-Man: The Spectacular Sitch

Firebirds and Spiders

CITY

The night has now claimed the skies above Manhattan. A cool summer breeze fills the chasms between the skyscrapers and a low hanging overcast blocks the moon. The cluttered space seems to have made its way into the local web-slinging hero as well. Peter Parker found himself swinging melancholically as he swung to his assignment at the Police Precinct. Deep down, he didn't want to be any where near a place a dozen other reporters and media outlets were going to opening ask questions and call his costumed alter-ego a murderer. The footage that had been replayed numerous times over the news channels had probably reached everyone in the city by now. He thought how impossible it would be to convince people that it was fake. A master illusion by the criminal of theatrics, Mysterio, whom Peter last remembered he fought nearly six months ago around the holidays. He had put him away, or so he thought.

A few months after that, while being trapped in the Vault Security Prison during a security test, it was revealed that the captive Mysterio was not a man, but a machine. Since this revelation, Peter speculated whether the true Mysterio was a real man still at large and out of prison, or if the Mysterio he had been clashing with since they met was always a robot. Now with these recent events that include a giant sand monster, a giant doom wheel, and incriminating footage that tells a different tale of what happened, it seemed like the type of deck the glass bubble wearing criminal would play. Therefore, Peter's belief that the real man, Quinten Beck, was out there. Now making the life of Spider-Man a living hell by discrediting him and ruining his reputation.

Where's he been, he thought. Hopefully improving his speech. The third-person speech kind of gets annoying after a while. Kinda like what he's doing to me right now. What's his angle? He's never had a logistical angle before. It was always a front for something else. But what could it be this time? Or maybe he just hates me because I uncovered his toy in prison. I do hope I don't have to deal with any more robots.

He swung down near the street, nearly scraping the pavement, and flew back high into the air. He fires another web, and lets it carry him to a nearby ledge. He pauses on the ledge to give his arms a rest.

And if it is Mysterio, he thought, how is it my spider-sense couldn't detect the illusion. I guess I never could before, but I feel like I would know better. I'm gonna have to be extra careful about what I do now. Anything could be used against me. Any wall I crawl on, any web I shoot, anything! Heck, the whole city's gonna want to know my whereabouts. Which means I have to be more careful about where I change out of costume. Imagine the press surrounding Aunt May's house. She'd be overwhelmed and might become worried that I'm in trouble. I can't do that to her. I've put her through too much of that already today.

He prepares to spin another web, but something across the street catches his attention. "Hey, what's that?"

SILVER SPOON

The large group of friends from Midtown Magnet have clustered outside the cafe. A heated debate is brewing between a pair of the teens. Flash and Harry were exchanging points of information and opinions about the city's newest murderer.

"You got all your facts wrong, Osborn. Spidey's a true bonafide hero."

"He's just trying to save face," Harry responded.

"Oh, please!"

Gwen stood behind Harry as the feud continued. She was looking for an excuse to leave. She had spent the ten minutes listening to them argue, and before that, watching Harry's disdain for Spider-Man grow into a raging angst against him. It was uncomforting to see Harry behave this way. It was as if he was becoming more unhinged than when he was on the Green.