Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?
Part 2 (cont.)
Huddling beneath his cloak, and feeling the flames licking at his cloak, filtering the smoke with his scarf, he made his way to the back of the room, where two of his agents were recoiling from the fire.
"Get under my cloak! HURRY!" he yelled over to them, spreading his cloak open like the wings of a monstrous bat. He could feel the cloak around him drying out.
The two agents leapt forward gratefully. The Shadow wrapped them up, covered their noses and mouths with the handkerchiefs, and he dragged them back to the relative safety of the other room.
The agents cheered and began to attend to the rescued people, while the Shadow tried to breathe normally again. Spider-Man stamped out the flames on his cloak.
"Right. Lets get out of here!" ordered The Shadow, and they made their way to the stairs. But Spider-Man was going the other way. "Where are you going?" he demanded.
"I'm gonna web up a ladder like in the other tower." Spider-Man's voice lowered. "Get your people out. I'll be okay."
The Shadow did not press the issue, and Spider-Man left the exiting party.
The Shadow was supporting two of his exhausted people, passing equally exhausted firemen and ambulance crews.
They were about a block away from the towers when there was a huge creaking sound. The square grew eerily silent and everyone looked up at the burning towers. Then it came again: A low creaking moan.
"Well that sounds ominous." Commented one of the men he was half carrying.
Moe's cab pulled up. The Shadow opened the back door and helped all the rescued agents in. "Moe, get these people to a hospital." He ordered.
Moe did not answer, he just stared at the scene in front of him.
"MOE!" snapped the Shadow, he reached through the front window and shook his friend.
The cabbie quickly snapped out of it. Without a word, the cab pulled away.
Spider-Man had webbed a ladder into most of the stairwells, when he too heard the low creaking moan.
Not much time. He thought to himself.
"Hello?" called a muffled voice.
Spider-Man immediately pinpointed the noise, and began clearing the wreckage away. It was a woman, pain on her face.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I think my leg is broken." She said.
Spider-Man helped her up, and supported her with one arm. "I'll find somebody to get you out. I have more to do here."
"I understand." She said bravely, but when Spider-Man started to help her as a crutch to the next stairwell, his Spider-sense went nuts and he looked up, horrified.
"No." he whispered, but immediately moved again, back toward the windows.
"So," he asked the woman as he picked up a chair with his other hand. "What's your name?"
"Helen." She said, as he threw it through the window.
"Well Helen, I hope you don't get airsick!" he shouted.
Helen screamed as he leaped out the window, the building crumbling behind him.
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