Shot

Fuck, no.

Nononononononono,

NO!

Not another injection! 

I don't need enhancements.

No more.

I don't want more.

I shouted in pain as I stunned the man with my Spider-strike.

The world went wobbly.

I tried to steady myself.

I leapt down the building and shot a web at the top to stop myself from hitting the pavement.

I staggered into an alley and hid behind a dumpster to examine the dart wound.

The liquid was bright blue, and I already felt my body starting to reach to the injection.

I had already lost the choppers.

I had removed my tracking chip from the back of my mask earlier.

It wasn't that hard.

The mask was suffocating.

I disabled my battle screen that covered my face and tore off a piece of my pants.

I wrapped the wound and removed the bullet and rocked back and forth.

I was so tired.

I tied my laces and pulled my black hoodie over my head to cover my white short hair.

My senses went wild with in a second.

I snapped my head up and crawled up the wall behind me. Activating my shield that protected my face.

I shot a web at the masked Webster.

This was...Spider-man?

"Hey! I'm not going to hurt you."

I crawled up the wall swiftly and dashed across the roof, he followed me.

I can't trust anyone.

I clutched my arm and ran for it.

Suddenly, helicopters appeared out of thin air, silent at a mouse.

It all happened with in a second.

It shot a gun near my foot.

It sent me flying into the air. I sent a web out of my wrist and it hooked onto a blade.

I used the momentum and all my strength to send the helicopter tumbling into the ground.

It collided with the street.

I fell to my knees, exhausted.

Then I closed my eyes.

I started to sway.

And I felt a hand steady me.

My senses went wild and I passed out.