#1 STOPWATCH

Chapter 1

Spider-Man twisted his body avoiding all the projectiles that were flung at him by the psychotic green elf man on the glider,  landing in a crouching position that would make most other's knees wail in agony. He paused, waiting for the idiot to turn around before he lunged sideways and propelled himself forward with a line of webbing. He delivered a fatal kick to throw the villain off of his advanced (admittedly cool) snowboard. Or it would be cool if it wasn't actively being used as a weapon to take his life.

Peter almost Laughed. Maybe he should just stand still and let the damned thing skewer him. Let his soulmate listen to the beautiful chime of death.

 One day it would happen, and he hoped they hurt. He hoped it hurt their soul the day that they heard that horrible alarm.

Peter sighed and caught himself midair, latching onto a building overhand and turned his attention back to the man who'd by now hit the ground after his attack. Not surprisingly the lunatic had already found time to fling about eight lovely grenades at him. They flashed a lovely barf green at him as they signaled their countdown. 

Look, another great way to die! He cast a web and flung them far overhead to detonate in relative safety.

God, he was tired. He wanted to go home. 

"-or else Spiderman!" 

Peter blinked "Sorry, what? I wasn't listening," he admitted with a chipper tone that he certainly didn't feel deep in his soul. But he knew that sounding happy really pissed his enemies off. So it made the tiring days more entertaining. "Hey, think I could take your little glider out for a little joy ride after this is all over and you're strung up for the police?"

The Goblin answered by yowling angrily. Peter took that as a no.

Peter dropped down to the slightly shorter building the Goblin was standing on. They squared one another for half a second before he charged, ready to put his fist through the man's helmet and teeth and get this over with. 

He faltered midstep when his stopwatch rang out mournfully but he recovered quickly and sprinted faster at his enemy, anger suddenly boiling hot in his chest. He held his breath, tears prickling behind the mask as he clenched his jaw and braced to punch this asshole into the next dimension.

The other man stumbled and fell to his knees before they could reach one another, forcing Peter to jog to a halt in front of him, confused. His Spidersense had been buzzing all battle but now its tingling warnings fizzled out as the fight left the man sitting in front of him. All the psychotic excitement had fled the antagonist, and Peters's wrist contained its terrible cry before eventually quieting.

The sound almost never failed to give Peter the upper hand but it was rare to subdue people altogether. He chose not to complain, for now. He after all was above those emotions. He could handle himself. He wasn't weak to the stupid thing, not anymore.

"Emily," the green theme villain said mournfully in remembrance just before Peter socked him across the face, tearing through the hard helmet to expose Norman Osborn's disoriented face. 

Per usual Peter packaged the man up in a coating of webbing and dragged him down to the ground to wait for police to hand the man over when they arrived on scene.

He preferred it like this. He felt strong when he was able to work past and around the sound. He liked when he was able to work through it and the sound didn't lock his limbs and choke him. It wasn't often that Peter won fights with dignity when the stopwatch went off. But today was a victory. He was happy with that. Kind of.

While they waited for the police he stared at the Goblin with blank, expressionless bug eyes as Osborn shifted uncomfortably in his temporary binding, unable but trying to babble out something about stopwatches and love.