A/N: I forgot to mention that this is a collaboration with MarvelLuver, in the last chapter. Consider it mentioned, now. :)

Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? I still don't own Marvel! Definitely don't own Spider-Man... oh, and I don't own a heli-carrier, either. Oh, well.

Waking up Aunt Mae was not on Peter's "List of Things to Do Before I Die," rather, it was on his list of "Things I'd Really Rather Not Do Ever Again," so he decided against the course of action that was likely to wake her. He left through his bedroom window.

North Park Avenue was a few streets away from Oscorp Tower, so Peter didn't have any troubles finding it. The only trouble he had was that the police were already there.

"Spider-Man!" one of the cops yelled, through a megaphone, "Stand down! I repeat, stand down! The police have the situation under control!"

Sure, they did. Sure.

Peter didn't waste his breath on a reply. He had already spotted the large, spike-covered robot terrorizing the avenue. There were multiple bullet holes across its chest and head, but they didn't seem to affect the robot.

Peter leapt off the roof he had been perched on, trailing a strand of web behind him, and landed in between the police-line and the robot.

"Spider-Man! You have disobeyed a direct order," the cop informed him. It addressed the group of police next. "You may fire on the Spider-Man, as needed."

Peter let out a sigh. Couldn't they just be grateful?

His ponderings were cut short, however, by the forward movement of the robot.

What followed next was a flurry of web-slinging and red-streaks, followed closely by grey spikes and the whirring of the robot's machinery. Somehow, Peter managed to knock the thing over.

The robot fell to the ground loudly, firing spikes randomly out of its arms, into the surrounding buildings.

The policemen dove behind their cruisers in an attempt to protect themselves from the robot's projectiles, while Peter attempted to plug the holes the spikes were being fired from with his webs.

A handful of brave officers fired off a few shots, some of the aimed at the robot, others at Peter, but they quickly died away.

Peter finally managed to get his webbing into the robot's middle, sticking the wires and gears to each other. The robot twitched twice, before going still.

Peter got slowly to his feet and kicked the robot once on the leg. It didn't move.

Just to be safe, Peter snatched one of the spikes the robot had thrown, with his web, and impaled the robotic-rhino. "You're welcome," he called to the cautiously emerging policemen.

A small voice replied, "Get lost, kid!"

"Kid?" Peter repeated incredulously. "Kid? Did you just see that?" He gestured to the still robot on the pavement. "Seriously?"

The voice was silent.

Slowly, the gathered officers began applauding. A few even took off their hats. But Peter was already swinging away.

He really needed some sleep.