<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Peter Parker<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Spider-Man<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Times Square, NYC<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Carnage, Xavin, Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Spidey only had seconds to act. A few seconds, but still only seconds. He quickly peaks over the edge of the building, checking the crash site. Even as quick as he was looking, the site was still unbelievable.<em>"There is no way that Carnage did this alone. How can a maniac like him assemble a force large enough to do this?..</em>His eyes kept scanning below, seeing most everyone had finally cleared out and is out of harms way, something else catches his eye.<em>"Aha! there,  a gas line, Maybe she can light em up if I sling 'em down there..here's hoping..."</em>His attention turns back to the rooftop, and he sees a glimmer of silver.<em>"Now what is THAT?"</em>The web-head questioned as he ran out of thinking time.<br/><br/>"Hey ugly, leaving me so soon? we barely get to<em>Hang out</em>anymore!" He said as he fired a web-line aimed for the glint of silver, from his other hand a more spread out web fires trying to get a good hold on Carnage. He gave the web that was aimed for the silver a good yank, trying to see if anything would come out. His more general motion however was to throw the villain over the side of the building towards the gas line. "Bon Voyage! Have a nice trip! see you next fall! hope its  a<em>Blast!</em>" He said as he pointed toward the gasline, now speaking to Xavin. "Light 'em up!"<br/><br/>Immediately after, he knew they would need to go.<em>"Hmm, I need to see whats wrong with the communicator, see if i can get it running, or even reach anyone at all again..we can't be the only ones left..</em>He desperately hoped that his brilliant mind can come up with a way to get some kind of communication going. He stood there with open arm to her, ready to swing off the second he had hold of her.