A van pulled up. Peter noticed the number plate.
It was half way past the street as he dashed after it.
    Just past the street lights as he landed on its roof.
"Hello. Hey mister Grey beard, you took something that doesn't belong to you. "
The driver swerved hard.

"Still here. Been out doing some cardio, you know. Anyways, why don't we start by you telling me your name?"

It was not the response Spiderman expected. Five bullets missed him by an inch.
   He swapped a web and circled the van.

The driver cursed behind the steering wheel, as Spiderman punched him square in the face.

***
An old lady looked awestruck as the van hurried towards her.
    "Hail Mary mother of God pray for us... "  She screamed.

The driver was still recovering. The two gun men still reloading their clips.
     This was a great moment. He moved faster than a bullet, swapping a web at the old lady.
     At the same time, he slammed the driver's head on the steering, knocking out the gunmen with two webs.

But the van was still racing.
   Racing towards...
"Oh no! " He snapped two webs.
They held the van reducing its speed.
      But it was still racing...off the Queensway bridge.
Towards the sea.
"Arghhhh" Peter Parker screamed, developing his zenith energy as he pulled with all his might.
To no avail.
   The van raced directly into the sea. He had to look at all the commotion from the bridge end.

***
    The news was less forgiving.
"Spiderman is illegal. He destroys what New York City has built... He's a criminal. "