The police personally escorted me back home. A line of police cruisers rode through the streets, calling attention to themselves even in a place like Manhattan.
Hundreds of people stared, trying to figure out what criminal had been arrested this time. But, no one had. I had been released.
Instead of being locked up in the back of the cab, I rode in the passenger seat, sitting proudly beside Captain Stacy. He had given me a pair of jeans and a jacket to cover my suit so my identity wasn't revealed.
Hardly anyone knew of the incident of Spider-Man being arrested in the first place; Captain Stacy and a few others had ordered that it wasn't realeased to the media. This was the reason. If I was released, they didn't want the city to turn against Spider-Man, or never forgive him.
Police cars exited the line, turning back to the police station. Perhaps they'd recieved an order to do so, or maybe a serious crime was occuring in that direction. Either way, the car I was in was the only one that remained.
Captain Stacy turned the wheel, his hands sliding across it. The car lurched as it hit a pothole in the road, the one that I had always hated as a child, and then we were home.
Aunt May and Gwen immediately burst from the house. Tears streaked their faces, now filling with fresh ones. Captain Stacy gave me a nod, and I leapt from the car, bounding up and into their outstretched arms.
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