You should’ve known this day would come.

You just didn’t think it’d be so soon.

After another swooping-in-and-saving-the-day tidbit for the news, you limp into a vacant alleyway. These are the parts that the news doesn’t cover.

You know it’s over. You clutch the lead pipe spearing your abdomen. One of those villains thought it’d be a good idea to use a pipe bender to sharpen one and chuck it at you like a boomerang. Well, it was a good idea on their half, you suppose.

“Hey, kid!” A familiar voice calls out. One you’ve grown accustomed to over the months. You’re never gonna hear it again.

The police lieutenant strolls into the alley, glancing around. Perhaps you’ve swung off already. Normally you stay behind to question some witnesses, cuff the perps on the cops’ behalf.

He’s about to leave when he sees a pair of legs stretch into view from behind one of the dumpsters. He doesn’t reach for his holster when he recognizes the suit. He sprints over to catch you in your gut wrenching condition.

“Oh.” He blanks, blinking a few times before getting the message. He crouches down, even while he’s completely as to where to start.

“Hey, it’s gonna be all good, Spidey. You have super healing, right?” While he’s questioning, he reaches to his walkie. “Hey, dispatch, we’re gonna need an ambulance.”

The ambulances have already departed from the chaos.

After a cacophony of beeps, the female voice on the other line responds. “That’s gonna be fifteen minutes.” You don’t have fifteen minutes.

Jefferson looks at you nervously. His stomach drops, his eyes truly analyzing your state.