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The night started like any other for Spider-Man. Stop a mugging, web-swing past a burning building, quipping with a street hot dog vendor about the Mets’ bullpen.
Spider-Man landed on a lamppost, his spider-sense screaming a migraine into his skull. “Okay, that’s new. Did someone leave the dimensional laundry out to dry?”
A rope looped around a fire escape. Spidey dodged. Another rope wrapped a water tower. He backflipped. A third—this one thrown by a mounted officer whose horse was also wearing a tiny lasso—snagged his ankle. spider man amazing strange rope police
“Great. Magic rope. My one weakness. Right up there with ‘emotional trauma’ and ‘rent.’” He leaped.
Then he saw the .
“You looked like you were having fun,” Strange said dryly. “Besides, you’re amazing. You would have figured out the rope’s secret.” Want a full short story, comic script, or
“It only works if you run away. If you stand still, it turns into a nice scarf.”
Spider-Man webbed the captain’s hand. The webbing dissolved instantly. The rope ate it.
Spider-Man landed next to Strange. “A little help next time before I become a one-man rodeo?” Stop a mugging, web-swing past a burning building,
The Amazing Spider-Man: The Strange Rope of the Police
Just as the entire NYPD formed a massive, rotating corral of rope around him in Times Square, the air split open. Doctor Strange stepped through, cloak billowing, looking annoyed.
And somewhere in the multiverse, a cowboy-hat-wearing Doctor Strange smiles, coils up his Equestrian Infinity Rope, and waits for the next city that needs a really, really weird wrangler.
What followed was the strangest chase in Spidey’s career. A dozen patrol cars, sirens blaring, but no one was shooting. Instead, officers leaned out of windows, spinning glowing lassos over their heads. They threw them not like handcuffs, but like prayers.