Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?
Part 2 (cont.)
The Shadow spun and looked up. The tower was collapsing! His jaw dropped beneath his mask. He ran for the nearest alley, when he saw the rain of debris coming down, led by a wall of smoke. Running for all he was worth, he saw a young boy, not ten years old doing the same. The boy was not fast enough, neither was the Shadow. But the boy was running down the street, The Shadow was running across it. Getting close to the alleyway, he stretched out his arm and caught the terrified child around the waist.
As the child screamed, he dived into the alley, and shielded his face, and the child beneath his cloak.
The boy felt safer, but the Shadow was worried. "Spidey." He whispered, saying a prayer for the safety of his partner.
When the first wave of destruction passed, he carried his small charge into the hazy street, and 'suggested' that the nearest man take over. As the child left, The Shadow looked back at the scene of wreckage, and looked desperately for his partner in the sky.
Helen was screaming wildly as she and Spider-Man fell through the smoky sky. Spider-Man aimed at the nearest building, more than fifteen stories below him. A long web streamed from his shooter, and attached to the wall. "Oh, this is gonna hurt!" he said to himself. "Hold on!"
The pair was at maximum falling speed before the web line too up the slack. "ARGH!" grunted Spider-Man when the line pulled taut, wrenching his shoulder out of its socket, but somehow he kept the grip, as he sped toward the nearest building.
The Shadow ducked as Spider-Man blurred past, faster than the Shadow had ever seen him move. The Shadow gasped as his partner bounced off a wall, dropped the woman, and spun, out of control, across the street, into the alleyway the Shadow had just left.
The Shadow dove and managed to catch the dropped woman before she hit the ground. Spider-Man had bounced off the walls, hard, and smashed into something, out of sight.
The Shadow immediately carried the woman to the nearest paramedics, and ran back to the alleyway. "SPIDEY? ARE YOU THERE?" he called frantically.
A low moan from the end of the alley answered him.
Running through the brick canyon, stumbling into things in the haze, he found an overturned dumpster. Another moan came from beneath it.
With Herculean strength, he lifted the dumpster and threw it aside, and there, buried beneath a pile of rubbish, was the inert form of his partner. The Shadow immediately dragged him out of the rubbish and put his shoulder back in place with a sharp crack.
The pain from that maneuver made Spider-Man wake up. "Ow. I was right." He mumbled.
"Spidey? Are you okay?"
"No, no parade." mumbled Spider-Man, almost inaudibly. "It's an honor to simply be the first man to walk on the sun."
The Shadow let out an immense sigh of relief and checked his friend for other injuries.
"Hey, don't touch me." protested Spider-Man weakly. "You're filthy. That gray dust does not at all go with your usual black." Suddenly his head dropped, and he fell forward.
"Spidey?" The Shadow asked worriedly.
He pulled off a glove and pressed his fingers against his friend's neck. Then he allowed himself to smile. "Still alive." he said quietly.
He got to his feet and laughed defiantly at the sky. "Do you hear me you scum? WE'RE STILL ALIVE!"
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