Peter stuffed his phone into his pocket and made his way towards the area where the interview was taking place. He knocked on the wall next to them and they turned to look at him.

"I need to go for a while, that's not a problem is it?" Peter asked Mary-Jane.

"Uh, yeah Petey, it kinda is" Mary-Jane said with an awkward expression on her face "We need the pictures throughout the interview" Peter put a hand to his face and sighed, now faced with a dilemma. He needed to go take care of the problem Twilight had told him about, this obviously being the more important event to take care of, but by doing so he'd have to abandon Mary-Jane and end up losing a paycheck on the photos he was supposed to take for Jameson which was something he wanted to avoid doing.

"I'll just take a few quickly now and then I need to go" Peter sighed, snapping a few quick shots of the room and the team, knowing that they weren't very good ones before dropping his camera back down by his side and heading back to the elevator.

"Peter!" Mary-Jane snapped "What the hell is so important that you need to leave now?" Peter paused for a second, staring at the elevator door as it opened before answering.

"Birds" he said, ducking into the elevator and jabbing a button with his thumb. The doors closed and the elevator began to lower, leaving Mary-Jane on her own with the team.

"What's his problem?" Johnny asked "Seems like kind of a dick move to leave now, and why did he say he was going? Birds or something like that right?"

"I... I don't know" Mary-Jane sighed, putting a hand to her face "Look, I'm really sorry about this... can we just continue with the interview, minus the photographer"

"Sure, where were we?" Sue asked, very willing to move past the awkward moment and carry on with the planned afternoon.

"Birds?" Spider-Man snapped angrily, flinging himself down the street with quick web after quick web, pushing his swinging speeds to the limit in an attempt to get to the Oscorp building where Twilight had said this 'Vulture' guy was flying around, apparently attacking Norman Osborn's office.

"Why the fuck did I use birds as an excuse?" he growled "I could've said anything else, literally anything and it would've been a better excuse, 'I need the bathroom' or 'Family problems' or even 'Sorry MJ, my fucking camera's just died and I left the SD card back at home, I'll be about half an hour and then we can get back to work'... what the fuck is wrong with me?!"

He swung around the side of a building just in time to have a strange whirring noise get his attention, coming from several metres in front of him.

"Osborn!" a furious and familiar voice yelled. Spider-Man looked down at the street to see a black stretch limo gunning it through the traffic as a strange man dressed in a black, metallic suit with even stranger wings underneath his arms flying after the car.

"Well... this wasn't something I was expecting when I woke up today" Spider-Man said in a surprised tone "Maybe if I set my camera to record I can get us all on 'America's Wildest Car Chases' tonight... never mind, he's moving too fast" Then the realization hit him like a train. This Vulture thing, which is who he guessed it was, wasn't going to be caught on camera at any angle because no matter where he stuck his camera he would be gone before the flash even went off.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled, dropping down lower to try and catch up with the Vulture "I'm not just losing money on the actual fucking job I've got, I've just been screwed out of getting shots of Spidey Vs. The Manic Mental Patient in a Flight Suit... Jesus Christ, could this get any worse today?"

Yes, yes it could.

It was at this moment his phone went off in his bag, the ringtone being barely audible but audible nonetheless.

"God dammit, why now?" he demanded angrily, dropping his bag onto his arm and trying his best to work a way out to open the bag without dropping it, retrieve his phone without dropping it, and put the bag back on his shoulders, closed and secured, all without dropping it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hi there, Peter this is Mrs Sparkle here" a familiar voice said.

"Oh... hi, what can I do you for?" he asked, using his free hand to web after the Vulture as fast as possible.

"Osborn, stop the damn car!" the old man bellowed.

"I'm just calling to say that your Aunt May had a bit of an accident at work today, nothing life threatening, but she might've broken her arm after she fell down the stairs" Worry shot through Peter's system, his anxiety on several different subjects shooting through him and acting as a very sharp shock.

"What?!" he demanded "Is she alright? how did it happen? Where is she now? Can I talk to her?"

"She's alright now, we're lucky she was at work when it happened, and we have one of the senior doctors looking at her" Mrs Sparkle said in a calming manner "But if her arm is broken she might be out of action for a few weeks"

"Oh great... that'll really help the bills go down" Spider-Man sighed before catching himself "Sorry, that sounds really bad"

"Don't worry, its perfectly normal... you guys are still struggling aren't you?" she asked in a soft tone.

"Yeah..." Spider-Man said. At this point he was able to see the Vulture now ramming into different cars, causing them to veer to the side and create quite a large amount of damage to themselves and the surrounding area.

"Look Mrs Sparkle, I'm gonna have to call you back, I'm a little tied up at the second here" Spider-Man grunted, dropping lower down as he tried to gain more ground on the Vulture "I'm kinda watching the company bird right now and he is not happy"

"Oh, well if its that important I'll call you later shall I?" she asked.

"That'd be great" Spider-Man nodded "Thanks for calling me, bye now"" Spider-Man hung up the phone and stuffed it into his bag again, having to once again dance around to perform what should've been a simple task.

"Alright birdy, time for me to clip those wings of yours" Spider-Man said, grunting as he lashed forward on his web and managed to get a better look at the Vulture "This guy doesn't seem too tough... I should be able to just-" He was silenced by the sound of an alarm blaring loudly, forcing him to release his web and heave himself back to where a small-time jewellery store was being robbed.

"Oh for fuck's sake" he sighed, looking back at the rapidly disappearing Vulture and then back at the robbery in progress "Can't the right decision ever be easy?"

No. No it can't. Next Chapter: Quick and Dirty (Here's a fucking title, have I appeased you yet PokeSEGA64?) Estimated time remaining: 7 Hours, 12 Minutes