Miles - Fifty Story Fall

I realize I’m not going to make it to Pigeon in time, so I slingshot my web down to catch them as a last-ditch effort to save their life, but at the last minute, they extend their huge red wings out and dart left, and suddenly I’m the one zooming toward a sheet of concrete.

I web something—anything north of the ground—and latch on, swinging so fast at the last minute I don’t have time to dodge people on the ground, and trees, and dogs. I narrowly miss a mail truck and slam right through a wooden fence in someone’s backyard, sending wood splinters all over the street.

“’Scuse me! Out of the way! Runaway Spider-Man coming through!”

These powers have me really wishing gravity had brakes! I hear a voice through the phone I don’t recognize.

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Chapter 7