101 Ways to Almost Kill Spidey

Glue Can Kill Too (Part 2)

Spider-Man woke up after a little while.  The glue stuff had dried, and after working on it for about 20 minutes, Spidey managed to get out of it.  His head was killing him, probably since Glue Guy had punched it so hard.  Peter walked home, feeling horrible, and not just because of his head.  He knew he should have tried harder.  That man shouldn't have walked away.  Peter should have righted harder and stopped him then and there.  But no.. It was just another battle Spidey lost.  And whenever he lost a battle, he always felt bad about it.  Peter always felt that if he only tried a little harder he could have defeated the bad guy. The only bright side to all of this was that no one actually saw him get defeated.. Not that the thought helped him. 
     Peter got out of his Spider-Man costume.  He didn't swing home like he usually did because he just didn't feel it.  If he couldn't be the ultimate Spider Man he tried to be... Maybe he shouldn't be Spider-Man at all.. Peter stuck his hands in his pockets then shook off that thought.  He did try.. And though he didn't do as much as he could.. Even though he wasn't making as big of an impact as the Avengers.. He was helping. Peter had to remind himself he was just a kid.  The Avengers were all adults after all.. And they'd been at this hero business a lot longer than him.
     As soon as Peter Parker set foot into his apartment, Aunt May rushed up to him.  "Peter!" she said, obviously looking like she had been frightened.  "I heard there was a bad guy at your school! Are you okay??" she asked, clearly very concerned.  Peter sighed.  "Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it Aunt May.  Everyone got away safely before Spider-Man showed up and kicked that guy's butt," he said. Okay so that last part was a total lie, but Peter felt Spider-Man could use more credit.
     Aunt May hugged Peter.  "I'm glad you're okay.  You had me really worried when I heard what had happened.  If we had more money I'd send you to a safe private school right away. 
     Peter grabbed an apple from the kitchen as aunt May followed him so she could start on dinner.  "Yeah.. Private school.. That would be great," he lied.  Aunt May started chopping up some carrots, and Peter headed to his room.  He laid down on his bed, exhausted from earlier.  He would have to come up with a plan on how to defeat the glue guy before he met him again.. Speaking of Glue Guy, he could really use a better name.  Peter thought for a moment before deciding on the perfect name for him.  The Trapster. Yes, perfect.  I mean a guy with a glue gun that traps people? The Trapster was an excellent name for him. 
     About an hour later, Aunt May called Peter to dinner and they ate.  Peter didn't eat much though, too much was on his mind. 
     After dinner, Peter went straight to bed.  He still had homework he needed to finish, but he was so tired he just didn't care about that. When Peter woke up the next morning, he was still thinking about his failure with The Trapster.  But.. That actually encouraged Peter even more.  Now he wasn't one for revenge, but he wanted revenge on The Trapster.  Peter wanted to show him that even though he was still a kid, he could handle a villain like an Avenger.  Peter got out of bed and rushed to his desk.  He got out some paper and a pen and began brainstorming on how to defeat The Trapster. The Trapster warned him that if he met Spider-Man again, he would kill him unless he gave up crime fighting.  Of course, there was no way Peter could let that happen.  Queens needed him. 
      Peter set out to school later that morning, in a better mood than he had been in the previous day.  Because Now he had a plan.  It was simple really, but Peter knew it would work.  He hadn't been with the Trapster ruling enough to know how he thought, but Spidey got the sense that Trapster wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. 
     School that day passed by surprisingly quickly.  Pete rushed out of school, then hid in an alley not too far away.  There, he set his backpack down and grabbed his costume before quickly changing into it.  He had to admit, the new costume Mr. Stark had made him looked way better than his old one.  Not to mention all the new and improved features it had. 
     After he changed, Spidey headed out to find the Trapster and finish the fight they started yesterday.
     Spider-Man swung around with his web shooters around the city for a while.  Who ever this Trapster guy was, he seemed to really not want to be found.  But Spidey didn't give up that easily.  After about half an hour of searching, Spidey spotted something down below.  He was on top of a tall building, but because of his enhanced senses, he could easily see The Trapster down below.  Peter thought it was a little strange he found Glue Guy so easily.. Maybe he wanted to be found? Or maybe he simply didn't care.  He probably thought that since he defeated Spider-Man the first time, it would happen again the second time.  But there was no way in heck Peter would let that happened.  It was his turn to win the fight.
    
     Spider-Man swung down to the ground, face to face with Trapster.  "Huh. Fancy seeing you here," Spidey said as he did a flip, landing behind the Trapster.  "Hey Trapster. Catch me if you can!" Spider-Man said. Trapster ran toward him, both glue guns pointed at Peter.  Spidey shot a web at one of Trapster's guns before flipping over him again.  The Trapster turned around, which was a mistake.  Spider-Man shot two webs, one for each gun.  They covered the entrance.  Trapster tried to shoot his glue at Spidey, but since the entrance was blocked up, it ended up backfiring on him.  Literally.  The glue shot out of the wrong end, covering Trapster with it, and making him fly against a wall of a building.  Spidey snapped his fingers.  "Well, well.  It looks like I have just trapped The Trapster.
     Trapster opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Spidey shot a stream of webs at his mouth, covering it.  Trapster glared menacingly at Spidey.  Peter took out a piece of paper and wrote 'your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man wuz here.'  Then he swung away.  He had succeeded.

Spider-Man had trapped the Trapster.