Spider Luck

One swing too many

Peter P.O.V.

After I hand the criminals over to the officers, I start swinging through the streets as I hang from my webs until I reach the car Mike took and the police are chasing after him.

The robber doesn't pay the slightest attention to where he's going, deliberately causing accidents to slow down the cops. 

With extreme consultation and my trusty abnormal dexterity, I manage to rescue passers-by who risked being involved in the consequences of his reckless driving or the drivers of the cars he drove off the road.

Given the reckless way he drives, it's not long before he loses control of the car.

Not taking into account the high speed with which his car is going, he tries to take a small road making a sharp curve to the right, ending obviously to lose control of the vehicle, which slides in the direction of a nearby store.Sensing that he can no longer change the trajectory, Mike opens the car door and jumps out of it.

Without wasting any more time, I shoot two webs towards the ground and, like a slingshot, I throw myself at the place where the car is heading, where, just like a spider, I create a wide web that acts as a wall to cushion the impact of the crash.

To completely nullify the possibility of someone getting hurt, I quickly climb up the wall of the building behind me, throw myself backwards to climb over that barrier I created

As soon as I find myself behind that out of control car, while I'm still in the air, I cling to it thanks to the two webs and, the moment I touch the ground, I pull those two kinds of ropes that I created towards me to make it decelerate.

When the car touches my barrage it has not completely lost its speed, however I manage to stop it without causing anything but the celebrations of the spectators of my work and those who risked being injured.

After saying goodbye to them, I start my chase again while the cops split between those who do as I do and those who remain behind to ensure that everything is okay.

Since I'm the one with more mobility than they are, whether they're on foot or trying to get to him in the car on the way around, it's not long before I can find the fugitive who's still running with all his might, ignoring the passers-by he makes fall to make his way.

While I am in the downward phase of my swing, I take him and carry him with me, under my shoulder, as if I were carrying a sack of potatoes, despite him trying to wriggle from my grip.

"Let me go you bastard!

"I doubt you want me to let you go, at this height you'd end up dead, and I don't want you to. You still have a life ahead of you, I'm sure if you work hard you can live a normal life without the need to do stupid things like rob a jewelry store. Same for your co-workers. You know, Mike. I can call you Mike, or you'd rather I call you with your nickna-!" I tell him as I head for the area where I left the car he used to escape, but I stop talking suddenly when I realize something.

"Are your nicknames a quote to Reservoir Dogs of Tarantino?! I don't believe it, I should have guessed right away! You even had an argument about Mr. Pink similar to the movie. Do you also steal other people's ideas besides jewelry?"

"Yes, Yes, you're right, I got the idea from that movie! Look, I give up, I'll follow you from your flatfeet but put me down now, please, I'm afraid of heights." Mike screams.

"Man, a lot of people want a ride from me, but you must be in hell. I'll tell you what, you give me your dose of that stuff your friend wanted to get, and we'll be down now."

"I-I don't have it, I swear! That's why I didn't try to take it like him. I have debts and I sold it, I didn't think we really needed it!"

"Do you even know what that stuff is or who sold it to you? You gotta give me some information, or you're gonna make me take the long way, man..."

"I know, but I can't fucking tell you! That guy kills me if he finds out I told you anything about it, even now, after we failed, I risk that his group will shut my mouth as a precaution. Please, I promise I'll live an honest life and I'll stop robberies and stuff, but I can't tell you. If they find out there are people on their trail, they won't just kill me, they'll kill my family. They have nothing to do with it, please!" Mike says in a pleading tone.

I think for a moment about what he told me, and after making two more swings, We go down to the ground, in front of the car I stopped, where, waiting for us, there are policemen who did not continue the chase.

As soon as Mike puts his feet on the ground, he bends over and, without any warning, he starts to throw up, he even goes to dirty the costume in the area of my abs.

'Oh come on, I just missed this... I already have to take to wash the other costume, now also this, which was the good one that Dr Richards had made me.

I'm lucky I still have a clean one, but it's the worn one.

Perhaps I should contact Dr Richards and ask him if he can advise me on how to improve the costume and what materials I could use to make it more durable.

This way I can take the opportunity to visit them in Washington too.

Apart from Jhonny, with whom I communicate regularly, me and the other members of Fantastic 4, since they moved, we haven't had a chance to see or talk for long. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Franklin and Valeria in a long time... I miss those kids. '

Meanwhile that Mike recovers, the cops, who had already noticed my arrival, take into custody Mike who, as promised, lets himself be arrested without giving more problems.

One of the cops who's not taking care of him, seeing the way the robber did it to my costume, approaches to give me a pack of tissues that I use to coarsely clean the costume after thanking him warmly.

When they finish telling Mike his rights, I ask one of them if they can search him thoroughly, and just like he said, he doesn't have the vial or anything like it to hold that indigo liquid.

'I don't know what it is but since it dissolved like any poison used in the movies, it's obviously not good and it's going to give me a great headache in the future... If only there was some left to analy-'

Suddenly, as I was starting to get lost in my thoughts about that strange substance, which is not the vomit that I finished taking off, I opened my eyes and asked the time to the policeman who gave me tissues.

Needless to say, it's really late, so after saying goodbye to everyone and reminding Mike of his promise, I rush to the point where I hid my stuff and then go to school, where I would change again to not waste any more time.

'If Aunt May finds out that I'm really late, she'll give me an endless lecture...'