The blue light receded from Chen Mo's vision.
The out-of-control taxi reappeared at the intersection.
Its front left wheel was already loose, the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, and its nose was hurtling straight toward Chen Mo.
Chen Mo stared at it for half a second.
"Again?"
His Spider-Sense stabbed into his brain.
He sidestepped the hood, his webs already sticking to the rear axle and a fire hydrant. Just as the wheel was about to fly off, a second strand webbed it back into place.
Chen Mo pulled with both hands.
The taxi swung halfway around on the road and stopped in front of the convenience store.
It hit three fewer rows of crates than last time.
A clear improvement.
After admiring his handiwork and giving himself a thumbs-up,
Chen Mo pulled open the door and carried the 175-centimeter-tall, middle-aged, balding, potbellied driver out of the car in something very much like a bridal carry.
The driver woke up clutching his forehead and looked up to see the white spider emblem on his chest.
"Spider-Man? Thank you-"
Chen Mo grabbed a copy of the Daily Bugle blown over by the wind, then fished a ballpoint pen out of the car.
A few quick strokes.
Spider-Man's signature landed beside Jameson's big face.
Chen Mo tucked the newspaper under the windshield wiper.
"Owed you that from last time."
The driver froze.
"What last time?"
"An advance payment for a five-star review."
Chen Mo shot out a web and swung toward Avengers Tower.
The driver's thank-you was still stuck in his mouth.
His face was flushed, his heart pounding.
It felt like butterflies kept fluttering around inside him.
While the driver stood there in a daze, another steel column above his head was knocked down by the armored suits flying