Crime busting

As Parker made his way out of the Katzenberg Studio building, he was steaming. Not only from Katzenberg, but also from his wife Mary Jane.

*How could she not see what was going on there? The guy is an obvious creep. He was touching her... and moving her... I mean come on MJ* He thought to himself as he just shook his head.

It wasn't like he had a lot of time to be there anyways. That call he was **** to take was from Jessica Jones. She was reaching out because she hadn't her from her husband Luke Cage in a day or two and wanted Spidey to just check and make sure everything was okay.

Dipping down an alleyway, he pulled his clothes off and revealed his Spidey suit underneath. Storing his regular clothing in a backpack, he looked up and swung past Katzenberg's spacious office windows, not noticing that at the exact same time his wife was deep throating his photography nemesis.

"What better way to get over a horrible day... than to pummel some evil doers," said Peter as he swung in the direction of uptown Manhattan.

After about 20 minutes of fast and free Spidey maneuvers above the city top of New York, diving in and out of skyscrapers and scaffolding, his Spidey agility being put to the test, Peter looked down to see a darkened pier with some red, ninja-types holding guard.

As he observed from his perched position in the darkened recess of a nearby warehouse roof, he cracked his knuckles ready to pound some pajamas.

*Red ninjas. That could only be the Hand,* thought Peter. Coming up with the best ways to deal with the situation, he shook his head. "Ah fuck this," Peter said as he wasted no time in jumping into the fray.

Within seconds, he was kicking one ninja and punching another. A jump here, a kick there, a web *SPLAT* sticking 2 to a wall. Spidey was moving like a man possessed as he made quick work of his opponents. He knew he was beating up common thugs and criminals, but in the back of his mind he was beating the one guy who was really causing him issues.... Nick Katzenberg.

Every face of a thug was Katzenberg. Every hooded mask was hiding Katzenberg. Everyone here was Katzenberg.

This just made Peter even more enraged as he no longer was pulling punches for fear of his Spidey-strength. Every hit and kick sent a villain flying. Broken bones, crushed jaws, cracked arms and legs, Peter was on a warpath.

As the last of the ninjas laid in front of him with blood spewing out of his balaclava, Spider-Man slowly walked up to him and gripped his head.

"Where..."

Peter punches the ninja hard *POW*

"..the FUCK.."

Peter punches the ninja again hard in the head *POW*

"..is Luke Cage?"

As he followed up with more devastating punches.

*POW* *SMASH* *BASH*

The hooded ninja was nothing more than mashed musculature and blood at this point. He didn't have the capacity or the wherewithal to even respond to anything Peter was asking.

Finally, sirens and flashing blue and red lights filled the area. NYPD's finest were on the scene.

The cops drew down their pistols on Spidey as he was hunched over the broken henchman.

"Spider-Man! Stop!" one of the officers yelled out.

The other officer, his gun still trained on Peter, surveyed the scene.

"Good god!" he exclaimed as he witnessed the carnage of an unrestrained Spider-Man. "They're all dead."

Spider-Man, letting his last victim hit the floor, put his hands up and turned to the cops, "No... no...not dead.... I'm no killer....I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.... right?"

The cop went and checked the pulse of a couple of smashed bodies. He grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "Code 24... We need a bunch of ambulances at Pier 18... multiple injuries.... some life threatening..."

Spider-Man just smiled behind his mask, "No.... look.... they're fine... and if anything.... bad guys... am I right?"

His attempt to be disarming and charming Spider-Man was lost on the cops at the scene.

"Spider-Man.... Hands up! ...We have to bring you in for questioning on this..."

"Yeahhhhhh.... not really my thing. Look my bad on this.... I... uhh... got a bit carried away... but... Guys.... I've saved this city... on more than one occasion. Any chance to .... just let me go on this?" Peter said as he stared the officers down.

Both of them slowly moved towards Peter, "No chance Spidey. This was way too far."

"Yeah... " Spider-Man said as he nodded to them both. But before they could take another step...

*THWIP* *THWIP*

Both of the cops were shot in the hands and face with webs.

Peter took that time to receed into the night, webbing his way out of the situation.

Finally getting to his apartment rooftop, he took a moment to review the events of the day.

*MJ must be under some influence.* He thought. *But what could it be? Magic? Malice? Some mind-controlling villain? How can I figure this out? Who would be able to see all this for what it really was?*

He ruminated on that as he entered his apartment from the windowsill.