"Why didn't you call the police?" As the police chief's daughter, Gwen Stacy asked a question from the depths of her soul. Instead of immediately agreeing to Spider-Man's request, or asking why he had come to her.
Faced with that question, Spider-Man shook his head without hesitation. "The police can't handle them. Whether it's Professor Connors or Sandman, sending in the police would only add to the casualties."
That was Spider-Man's genuine feeling after fighting those two supervillains. The Lizard's tough hide was hard enough to penetrate even with handgun rounds. The police's so-called "heavy firepower" was nothing more than rifles or shotguns. They might have a chance of injuring The Lizard, but judging by his regenerative abilities, stopping him would be extremely difficult.
Sandman was even more troublesome. During their first clash, he had thought that washing apart Sandman's body with water had "killed" him. Who knew it was only temporary? Sandman could still reform himself, and he had become even stronger.
Against an enemy like that, the only method Spider-Man could think of was using intense heat to turn him from a sandman into a glass man, then sealing him inside an airtight container. Even then, it might only trap him rather than kill him.
But that method depended on Sandman obediently staying put and letting himself be burned. He could not run or make trouble; only then could Spider-Man turn his entire body to glass. Otherwise, he would need some kind of device capable of instantly generating extreme heat over a wide enough area to vitrify Sandman. But anything capable of that was an immensely powerful weapon. Like a Peace Bomb...
As for S.H.I.E.L.D., Spider-Man instinctively assumed they were on the same level as the FBI, perhaps only more mysterious, like the CIA. Other than having higher