Spiders, Time Lords, And Timey Wimey Mischief

Chapter 6

Here is chapter 6 :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Spider-Man, no matter how awesome it would be if I did.

Enjoy!

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Spidey swung as fast as he could in the direction of the destruction, not having time to bother with his previous acquaintances when the safety of people's lives was at risk, the latter being infinitely more important than the former.

He just hoped he wasn't too late. His plans for spending the day moping had well and truly been forgotten about by now, as the universe just seemed to have other plans right from the get go. Not that he was complaining- as in he'd have to be remembering his plans in the first place in order to be protesting about this, right?

All he knew was his day was turning out to be quite on the strange side, with extra added weirdness, enough so to make his head feel like a spinning, clogged, over stuffed marshmallow of some sort, or something like that. At least, he thought so.

Anyway, Spidey shook away his jumbled thoughts and swiftly manoeuvred himself through the streets and buildings, until he finally reached a tall high-rise with smoke coming out of the windows on one floor.

Luckily, it hadn't taken him too long to get there as he was already not too far away, and he quickly proceeded to shoot a web and propel himself up the side of the building.

When he reached just below the targeted floor he both shot a web, and pushed himself up off the building simultaneously, effectively propelling himself round in a somersaulted leap, and straight through a broken window.

He landed on the grey, carpeted floor in a low, predatory crouch, with one leg stretched out to the side and the other propped beneath him. He had one hand on the floor in front of him and the other up in the air, slightly above and to the side of his head with its fingers splayed, ready to pounce at the first sign of movement.

For a second, the only sound in the dim room was Spidey's heavy breathing, with the sun streaming in through the broken, shattered windows being the only source of light.

Time seemed to stand still. Slight wisps of smoke floated around in the air, and Spidey slowly began to stretch himself upwards, sitting back on his haunches with two hands on the ground, before he arose fully to his feet, standing up, his masked face staring ahead of him the whole time with 'wide' lenses.

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Rory closed the door behind him as he hurried into the TARDIS behind Amy and the Doctor.

"Doctor, what are we doing? I thought you said not long ago that the TARDIS would need time to rest and recharge after crash landing here?" Rory asked confusedly as he walked up the ramp towards the console. The Doctor was already fiddling around with the controls while Amy was standing back watching, equally confused as to what on earth was going on.

"So what are we doing back in here then?" the Doctor asked, adding the unsaid question from what Rory had said, before continuing on, "well, yes I did say that, but I also didn't say we were leaving this universe, or so much as this planet for that matter," he rambled, while typing on some sort of old type writer. "The TARDIS does need time to re-charge, as we can't leave until she does, her systems are too damaged and need to sort themselves out before we can go anywhere, but that doesn't mean she can't make a quick little trip a few blocks down the road," he grinned, and started fiddling with some other controls. "Now, hold on tight!" he suddenly yelled, right before he yanked down on a lever and dim lights turned on in the room as the TARDIS shuddered painfully to life.

Amy and Rory both yelped and clung on to whatever they could, as the TARDIS rocked.

"But Doctor, I thought you never used the TARDIS once we were established in the time lines or whatever. Can't we just, you know, walk there?" Amy asked in a strained voice, with an undertone of annoyance.