On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

Electro on a crime spree

Spider-Man groaned as he pulled himself out of the snow bank. Behind him the sound of grinding metal and colliding cars stopped. The sound of blaring horns didn't, and naturally that was the one that made his head hurt.

"One job! Just one little bank job! Was that too much to ask!?"

Cash mingled with the falling snow as a star that was doing anything other than wondering flared above him. A snarling Max Dillon hovered in the air, clinging to the torn overnight bag vomiting about a thousand grand per second, biting moisture evaporating off his constantly flexing aura.

"Bad little boys who break parole don't get to go on the nice list, Electro."

His hand slipped on the ice as he was trying to get up, and that was the one reason the lightning bolt caught him in the shoulder and sent him tumbling across the street, through the storefront window, and into the heap of overdressed mannequins.

Electro levelled crackling hands at him as he fought to untangle himself from between a predominantly female mannequin's legs, then hesitated at the sound of approaching sirens.

"Screw it! I'm outta here!"

Spidey exploded out of the tangle just in time to fire a single hopeless webline, which missed, and watch the fading static trails dance as Electro thunder bolted off the ground and vanish among the snow flakes and grey sunlight.

"Great…"