Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?
Part 2
Spider-Man leaped from one side of the stairwell to the other, firing webs as he fell. He had made ladders before. Web line, web line, loop, loop. Loops for rungs, brace them with the straight web lines along the sides. Strengthen the supports and reinforce the connections.
"That's it Spidey." He told himself. "Just keep working. Don't think about it, just focus on what you are doing."
"Is it safe to come down?" called a woman, who had been watching from above.
Spider-Man fired a few web shots to smother some of the flames. "Yeah!" he shouted back. "Go to the bottom of the ladder and you can get to an elevator that'll be safe."
People started to climb down and Spider-Man left for another stairwell to repeat the process.
The Shadow had made it to the impact level, and immediately gave up hope of finding any kind of information in the wreckage. The destruction on this level was complete. He knew he should try, but he just did not know where to look first.
"Boss?" croaked a weak voice.
The Shadow spun, and saw, pinned beneath a fallen beam, one of his agents.
"Alex Thompson." Said the Shadow, recalling the man's name. "I'll get you out."
The Shadow heaved with all his strength, and finally managed to move the huge piece of steel. But when he saw his loyal man's injuries, he stopped completely.
Thompson read his boss' look. "I'm dying, aren't I?"
"I'm sorry." Whispered The Shadow finally.
"Don't be." His agent whispered back. "I lived five years longer than I should have because of you. And I have always been proud to work for you. But could I ask one thing?"
"Anything." Said The Shadow without hesitation.
"Take care of my family? I'm their sole support." His voice was growing weak.
"They'll never want for anything again." Promised the Shadow.
Thompson nodded and closed his eyes.
The Shadow stayed by his side for several more minutes before finally leaving.
"All the stairwells have a web ladder now. That will get people to the elevators." Spidey said to his partner."We can forget about finding anything upstairs. Its impossible to figure out where the plane ends and the building begins."
"Should we try to get out of the building and over to the other tower?"
"I think we better, we have to get over there."
Spider-Man fired a web over to the opposite tower, and swung over, The Shadow hanging from one arm.
The other building was the same scene of destruction as the first. But the difference was the small group of agents armed with fire hydrants trying to get into a small room, being beaten back by flames.
"Boss!" yelped one of the men as the heroes smashed into the windows.
The Shadow checked, and realized what was so familiar about the men. They were all agents.
"What are you all still doing here?" he demanded.
"Two more of our people are trapped in that room. We can't get past the flames." Reported another of the men.
The Shadow whipped one of the fire hydrants from the men and handed it to Spider-Man.
"Soak the cloak!" he ordered.
Spider-Man opened up the fire hydrant and sprayed it all over The Shadow's hat and cloak. The Shadow grabbed a fire hose from the hands of one of his men and soaked his scarf and two handkerchiefs, being careful to not let anyone see his face.
"Right!" he said. "Spidey, see how much of the flames you can hit from here."
Spider-Man fired his webbing into the room, smothering some of the flames. "We only have a few minutes before the webs catch fire." He warned.
"Long enough!" The Shadow declared and he leapt into the room.
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