Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Why Wasn't I There?
Part 1 (cont.)
September 11th
Peter wandered down Broadway, still mulling over the situation that so suddenly interrupted the previous day. He had no answer, when a cab pulled up behind him and the window rolled down. "Hey mister? Need a cab?"
Peter turned around and saw Moe Shrevnitz leaning out of the window. The look he gave Peter told him to get in.
"Uh, Yeah. Thanks." Peter said for the benefit of anyone listening, and then he jumped into the back seat.
"Has the boss said anything to you? Is something going on I don't know about?" Moe asked as he pulled into traffic.
"Well, something was going on yesterday, but he himself had no idea what it was." Peter answered.
"I gave him a lift this morning at dawn. I took him down to The Empire State. He didn't say anything. But something is definitely up. And whatever it is, it has him scared half to death."
That did nothing for Peter's nerves. "What on earth could so thoroughly shake him?"
No more words were exchanged.
In the empire state building, on the observation deck, Stephen Cranston watched.
"Hey that's odd," commented one of the controllers.
"What is?" asked the man next to him, this one looking out at Boston airport, his fire opal ring clinking against the binoculars in his hand.
"This plane here. It's changed its course. It's doubled back toward New York."
The second man looked at his screen. "So it has. Try raising it."
"Flight 11," said the first man into his radio. "You have reversed course and are increasing speed. Is there a problem?"
There was no answer.
"So what do you think it is Bruce? Should I take it seriously?" Spider-Man asked.
The stone gargoyle did not respond.
"Want some time to think that over?" Said Spider-Man.
Again the stone monster made no reply.
"Okay then. Sorry I haven't been up here for a while, but I've been busy with my partner. I told you about him right? Right. Well, maybe I could find out what has him so rattled. But first, I'm starved. Think the world will end before I can finish a happy meal?"
Once more the gargoyle made no answer.
"Okay then. Thanks Bruce. You're a great listener." Spider-Man fired a web line across the street, and swung away.
"Flight AA 77, this is Dulles control," snapped a man manning a second control tower. "I repeat: you have reversed course. What is the nature of the problem?"
There was no response from this plane either.
In the empire state building, on the observation deck, Stephen Cranston watched.
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