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Spider-Man: I'm ready.
Spider-Man: I'm ready.
'''Tell me when.'''
MJ eyed at the circled booth and nods to herself
MJ: Alright. I'm ready.
A web was shot hitting directly at the clock over the booth which caught the Demon's attention shouting in Japanese and soon as they approached the booth MJ made her move and reached for the tablet just when a near by hostage yelled: ''They're not gonna take me without a fight!!'' ran up to one of the Demon's punching him catching Mary Jane off guard the Demon grabbed the man pointing a gun to his head and MJ stood up
MJ: WAIT!!! PLEASE!!!
'''MJ! WHAT'D YOU DOING?!?!'''
Revision as of 22:58, 12 January 2020
Spider-Man is a 2018 live action superhero comedy, drama, tragedy and adventure flick based on the highly popular 2018 video game of the same name and is yet another sequel to the long-running Marvel Cinematic Universe and based off the Marvel comics by Stan Lee (1922-2018). Halfway through the development time of Spider-Man: Summer Tour, SONY, who STILL held the rights to the Spider-Man character at the time, approached Marvel Studios and began talks for ONE MORE Spider-Man film to be included into the MCU, this time based off the popular game from Insomniac.
Once Marvel found out that their idea involved transforming one of the best video games of 2018 into a game-to-film adaptation, the studio went dead silent for months, giving their unlucky nature with games in the past. It wasn't until AFTER principal photography for Doctor Strange 2 ended that Marvel came back at SONY with a response. Marvel Studios AGREED to help SONY take on the project, with the president of Marvel Studios Kevin Feige throwing in a curveball saying that if the film based off the game suffered worse than the game itself, they would FULLY get the rights back to Spider-Man 100%. SONY was hesitant but alas, they agreed on the decision and principal photography began shortly before the beginning of Phase 5.
The film is produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures and Columbia Pictures. It will also be produced by Kevin Feige and two of the original Spider-Man directors, Jon Watts and Sam Raimi. Finally, the film will be directed by the man behind the Kingsman films, Matthew Vaughn.
- Dylan O'Brien as Peter Parker / Spider-Man
- Mark Hamill as Dr. Otto Octavius / Dr. Octopus (Doc Ock)
- Katherine McNamara as Mary Jane Watson
- Daniel Wu as Martin Li / Mr. Negative
- Bryan Cranston as Norman Osborn
- Constance Wu as Captain Yuri Watanabe
- Jamie Lee Curtis as May Parker
- Chosen Jacobs as Miles Morales
- Chris O'Neal as Ned Leeds
- Léa Seydoux as Silver Sablinova / Silver Sable
- Morris Chestnut as Officer Jeff Davis
- Donald Glover as Aaron Davis
- Phil Morris as Dr. Morgan Michaels
- Jennifer Connelly as KAREN (voice)
- Michael Keaton as Adrian Toomes / Vulture
- Michael Mando as Mac Gargen /Scorpion
- Bokeem Woodbine as Herman Schultz / Shocker
- Oleg Taktarov as Aleksei Sytsevich / Rhino
- Aaron Paul as Max Dillon / Electro
- Vincent D'Onofrio as Wilson Fisk / Kingpin
- Violett Beane as Felicia Hardy / Black Cat (voice)
- J.K Simmons as J.Jonah Jameson
- Meagan Good as Liz Allen
- Janelle Monáe as Michelle "MJ" Jones
- Michael Ja White as Lonnie Lincoln (Tombstone)
- Stanley Tucci as Charles Standish
- Demian Birchir as Dr. Issac Delaney
- Gina Rodriguez as Rio Morales
- Aja Naomi King as Rose Rosemann
- Allison Janney as Mary
- Charlie Rowe as Harry Osborn
- Steve Carrel as Ben Parker
- Dawn Michelle King as EDITH (voice)
- Stan Lee as himself
Taking place years after the events of Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man: Far From Home , a grown-up Peter Parker has to adjust to perma-adolescence, continuing to deal with the duality of life as a superhero while coping with his responsibilities and taking on a threat bigger than himself.
Manhattan: The most densely populated of New York City's 5 boroughs currently at 1,664,727 It's mostly made up of Manhattan Island bounded by the Hudson East and Harlem rivers. Among the world's major commercial financial and cultural centers it's the heart of "The Big Apple"
A heart of such prosperity also lies the heart of injustice: the foul wretched dirty and disgusting plagues that locked the ethics and moral beliefs of this city tight in it's iron grip. Crime and corruption appear disappear reappear constant occurring almost a daily basis and with New York's Finest not every crime can either be held accountable for even dealt with in time. Especially with individual armies and underground empires of criminals waiting and praying for an opportunity to make this a vessel all theirs as their playground.
But when it became too much for police to get done on their own some outside interference would nice to help even the playing field in that instance there's only one.
A Black Widow Spider dangles it's web crafting taking it's time descending down from the window of an apartment in the Chinatown district of Manhattan. Right outside the windowsill lies a discarded and messy apartment in ruins
Keyboard circuit amiss
Coffee mugs old Pizza boxes and Chinese takeout
Then there was the more rudimentary items: photographs of the landscape of New York and designated friends and family. Notebook full of drawings of projectile launching. Avengers articles. A memoir book written by the Mayor of New York. Newspapers describing all the natural disasters that had occurred rapidly in the city over the past few years pinned above the bed. A portrait of Tony Stark
But not so alarming as what lied across the bed: A webbed mask inside out connected to a USB hoper attached to a laptop that had been running all night. All this gave off the significance of someone who's either down on their luck or knows what they want to do but unsure of how do it
That would be further from the trough all things considered as an iPhone 7 rang excessively on the counter only to be swiped past the home screen and connected to the police dispatch
All units: level four mobilization. Location: Fisk Tower.
Alarmed 23 year old Peter Parker (Dylan O'Brien) bolted out from bed and traces back a few seconds listening back to that same line again.
No time to waste was the only thing running through his head at the moment whipping it two pieces of toast and flipping them into the toaster
On the side of his cabinet near the door laid his suit for the job He however cringes giving it a quick whiff and groaning in disgust under his breath seeing how he never got it cleaned. Tossing it over in the bed he clips on both his web shooters before zipping the toast over. Chowing down on fresh toast with no hands free he was left jumping into his suit looked and first soggy and hanging everywhere even after he unplugs the mask from the USB port turning it outside in
It isn't until he places the mask on that the outfit starts to resemble itself together. Slapping the logo on his chest the suit quickly fastens itself wrapping skintight around Peter's skin locking everything in place thanks to it's vacuum seal; compressing the suit to appear as though he is wearing nothing underneath
Thus appeared him in the Stark Suit (From Spider-man Homecoming)
Enter the Amazing Spider-Man
Getting a feel for the suit adjusting his camera shutter eye lenses a built-in augmented reality display system displays the HUD for the basic suit under an urgent SYSTEM LOADING warning. No sooner should the system loading complete the lenses zoom in catching the letter sliding underneath the crack of Peter's door: An urgent final notice letter regarding Peter's rent that been past due
To further drag it through the HUD quickly displays another stating "PAY YOUR BILLS PETER!" No question Mr. Diktovich was behind this much to Peter's dismay. He really wanted to get his life on track (If that's possible) but he stares back over at his phone still displaying the police dispatch radio he contemplates himself
Four steps forward and one step back as he looks down staring the letter in the face knowing how utterly close he was to being screwed
SWAT is 10-84 at Fisk Tower. All units standby warrant is en-route
Spider-Man: Aw man.....
No time for that now Peter thought to himself as he ran back towards the window and leaped out into the open streets of Chinatown quickly sipping away from his apartment running on railing and zip-lining past every avenue and block that came his way
Web swinging past Chinatown and into the Financial District he makes a quick call midway through
Spider-man: Karen, Call: Yuri.
Good morning, Peter. Calling Yuri Watanabe.
A dial tone and three rings later the connection went through.
Spider-Man: Hey Yuri it's me. Finally going after Fisk. Got anything to take him down yet?
Unfortunately no. We're at Fisk Tower but we're still waiting on the warrant. By this rate, it could take awhile
Spider-Man: Mind if I join in on the fun?
You know how his lawyers are. We can't tolerate with any outside interference. This needs to go by the book.
Spider-man: Ah C'mon Yuri. It's been 8 years now. You know how long I've been waiting for this.
You really want to help? Then head to Times Square. He's got his men keeping my back from reaching the scene
Spider-man: Right. On my way.
The line hangs up as our friendly neighborhood hero swings onward to Fisk Tower hearing the sirens growing louder
Spider-Man: Karen, what's the situation in times square?
Fisk men have created blockades to every entrance to that street. He must've knew the NYPD had a shot on him before they did. Seems after the last two arrests 10 years ago. The Kingpin has built a habit of preparing for any shots against him.
Spider-Man: He's good I'll give him that. He and Fury would get along well if he wasn't controlling crime in the city. I'm almost there. Have a full scan of the building ready by the time I get to Fisk Tower.
As you wish. Incoming call from: Otto Octavius.
Spider-Man: Ah man I must be late for work again. Accept.
The dial connects
Parker? Where are you? We have to run through the demonstration at least ONCE before the grant committee arrives. They'll be here less than 30 minutes.
Spider-Man: 30 minutes?! Uhh….I mean YES. Sorry. Yes. Dealing with a.....personal issue. I'll be there soon. I promise.
The line hung up and Spidey felt more screwed than he did seeing the Final Notice to his rent earlier
Spider-Man: Eesh last time Willie and I tangled after my fight with Mystero it took me 40 minutes to beat him. I better TRY and wrap this up quick and get to my Real job.
30 percent chances on clearing the way for police backup and taking Fisk down and getting to Octavius Industries in 30 minutes or less are on a scale one to ten.
Spider-Man: You had to tell me the details. Thanks.
Spider-Man was now minutes away from Times Square as Police Cars rode towards the same destination and people running off the streets in panic and screams
Spider-Man: Looks like Yuri called in the Calvary.
At the Blockade Fisk's men started shooting down cop cars they tumbled broke down even flipped over
Most of the cops still alive got out and ducked behind their cars and fired back but were pinned down by the constant gunfire
Cop #1: WE NEED MORE BACKUP!
Cop # 2: 10-32 Times Square. Officers under fire!!
The Fisk men were ordered by the leader to stop as he held up his hand in a fist and trapped on his ear
Leader: Bring in the Hammer.
Noticing they weren't firing the first cop jumped up pointing his gun but the thugs were gone
Confused for a minute he heard something driving to them from behind looked back seeing a truck coming at them
Cop # 1: MOVE!!!
They jumped aside and the truck crushed two of the police cars the container tipped over and fell BLOWING up as it hit the streets
Fisk's men reappeared and approached the downed cops clicking their guns loads this seem like it was it for them till....
...the guns were being pulled out of their hands by web lines
Spider-Man swoops down blocking their path to the cops
Spider-Man: Morning guys! Who's ready for their hot fresh cup of bodily harm?
Leader: It's Spider-Man! Get him!
Peter web zipped to them and began punching kicking and dodging their attacks and webbed most of them to walls and the ground
When another truck pulled in more Fisk men came out with more guns
Fisk man: SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT HIM!
Spider-Man: Willis's got a lot of guys on his payroll.
They fired but Spidey dodged every bullet with his spider reflexes and started beating them down too with hard uppercuts air beats and were soon down for the count
Incoming call from: Yuri Wantabe.
Spider-Man. What's your status?
Spider-Man: Almost done here. Yours?
We're about to go inside.
Spider-Man: Be there soon. Man I tell ya I can't wait to see the look on Willie's face when you slap the cuffs on his big hands.
The line cut off as more Fisk's men ran into the action and less than a minute they were beaten and webbed down
Spider-Man: Whoo….ok Karen. I'm done here. Have you got the scan for....
Next thing Pete heard an explosion and looked back to see the fire and smoke coming from Fisk Tower
Spider-Man: Yuri? YURI!
I have the full scan of the building ready Peter. But odd are Fisk's heavy arms are growing more numbers.
Spider-Man: *Angrily* I knew Fisk wouldn't go quietly!
He leaped up and swung over to Fisk Tower but there it was a Warzone Fisk's men had the cops pinned down Captain Yuri Wantabe (Constance Wu) of the NYPD kept down and talked on her walkie talkie
Yuri: Get me more backup! And lockdown the airspace---
Startled she turned to look up seeing Spider-Man on the left side of the SWAT van
Spider-Man: You ok?
Yuri: No. If he makes it out of that building we'll loose him for sure.
Spider-Man: Then do you mind if I--
He points to the sniper on top of the entrance skylight
Yuri: Do your thing.
With permission granted, he leaps off the SWAT van and immediately begins swinging all across enemy fire, simultaneously zipping up random enemies and dodging bullets mid-air. Fisk’s men were popping out as much lead as possible and still not getting any hits on the web-slinger as he just zipped over and blinded two of the three gunmen guarding the balcony outside.
The last one suddenly took to heart what was about to happen next and made a run for it; just a few seconds too late.
Spider-Man: Aww where you going?
Grabbing him by the belt of his pants, he hurls him through the glass window leading him to the main floor level. Hurling the gunmen into another random gun toting thug who happened to be there, Spidey literally injected himself in yet another gun battle this time INSIDE of Fisk Tower.
Police were pinned down once again, nearly on the brink of almost ill-fated destiny until Pete landed beside them, alarming them all. They were highly vocal, to say the least.
Spider-Man: Hey. You stay behind me, I’ll lead the way.
SWAT officer: Get outta here, Spidey! We got this!
Spider-Man: Sorry to break it to ya but you do NOT got this buddy.
Zipping again to the very front of the room, he sucker punches one gunmen out cold before uppercutting another one midair and slamming him down via axe handle. He again dodged another one charging at him as his face slams into the wall but Spidey doesn’t pay all that much attention, getting smacked across the floor with the butt of an assault rifle only to kip up like it was nothing. Dodging one, two, three punches and blocking the last one, he turns him around before flipping over the back, around the head and then just tosses him into the last gunmen, taking them both down.
There was, however, one more who unrelentingly wouldn’t stop shooting him from afar. Dodging the entirety of the way, Peter gets up close to grab the gun and break it in half, not deterred in the slightest when he startles the gunman making him flinch and start running away.
Done with his piece, he just walks back to the front unfazed in the slightest only to catch his Spider senses tingling excessively noticing more gunmen above him by the elevators. Before they could even fire, Spidey just launches a small ball backhanded without even having to turn around. The bomb explodes, catching all the goons in a giant web grenade.
Nice web grenades.
Spider-Man: Not a problem, Karen. Alright guys, you’re good to go.
No time whatsoever, the SWAT team manages to move out and mobilize to the elevator.
SWAT officer: Damn it. They shut the elevators down! Take the stairs!
Making a minor detour to get upstairs, Spidey wasn’t fit on using stairs as he looked back towards the elevator.
Spider-Man: Yeahhhhhhh.......no. I prefer a more direct approach.
And by direct, he means walking up to said elevator and sliding the doors open with relative ease only to climb amongst the inside of the elevator shaft.
That’s when he gets another call.
Spider-Man: Heading to the upper floors — and hoping no one turns on the elevators.
Chances of that are 20% likely.
Running up amongst the walls of the shaft, he finds this vent outside the door of the fourth floor and immediately crawls amongst the inside. For a dirty criminal, Fisk sure has some remarkably clean air vents.
Spider-Man: How’s it going outside?
Not good. Choppers are in the air but they’re taking fire; looks like Fisk has armed men on every floor.
Spider-Man: He’s desperate.....
.....yet he’s hitting us with everything he’s got. And get this: We just picked up chatter — they’re wiping all data servers from their mobile network. We need that evidence in one piece if we’re gonna stop him for good.
Spider-Man: Right: server room, it is. Karen?
Rerouting route to server room. Incoming call from: May Parker.
Spider-Man: Crap. Gotta answer. Accept.
Soon as the line connects, he crawls out the vent to an entire plethora of gunmen shooting, explosions erupting, debris falling, glass flying everywhere: it was almost nucleic how everything was coming apart. Luckily, directions were displayed to give him the route needed to go which lead right up above him.
But he still needed to answer that call.
Spider-Man: Oh. Hi, Aunt May.
What is all that noise?
Spider-Man: Umm, I’m watching a.....superhero movie.
He stalls as he leaps to reach the next wave of gunmen above leaping above and behind one’s back, wrapping his legs around and tossing him backwards off the railing taking another man with him.
And by that you mean.....
Spider-Man: Yeah......Spidey assignments.
One sidekick and a roundhouse later, another henchmen was down.
Well.....ehh, look: when you’re not busy making the city safer, I just wanted to know if we were still on for dinner tomorrow night.
Spider-Man: Totally. Umm, listen. I got bad guys to lock away so I’ll call you later if that’s fine with you?
Okay then. Love you.
Spider-Man: Love you too, Aunt May.
Pete quickly glares hie eye’s straight ahead to the doors, leading to the server room shortly after he ended the call. Everything that was ever needed to put the Kingpin out of his misery was all right in that room.
Which arose a issue.
Spider-Man: Gotta get in here before there’s no evidence left. But I go in this way and they’ll spot me on sight.
Adjusting and honing in his senses, more specifically his eyes squinting as they close in providing Parker a greater depth of field, he does manage to sense one other way inside. A route all too familiar, dangling fro the ceiling above.
Spider-Man: Ahh. My own private ventrance.
So, up the vents he went. Meanwhile......
Fisk thug #2: Hurry up now. The boss wants everything erased.
Fisk thug: Can’t make it delete any faster, but it’s already halfway there. Just need another minute or two.
Fisk thug #3: You think the cops know where we are?
Cops weren’t really all that of an issue compared to what was lurking right above them, dangling out of the vent in a yo-yo position.
Fisk thug #2: Don’t worry about that. Worry about what’s in here.
Spider-Man: Uhh, hey.
They all look behind them startled as Spidey jumps down to size.
Spider-Man: Is this tech support? I forgot my password.
Fisk thug #3: Don’t let him near the console!
Spider-Man: Web Blossom!
Leaping upwards, he launched multiple Splinter webs outwards all at once while spinning in a 360 degree motion, webbing everyone in the room up to the wall, ceiling or floor, eliminating them from combat.
The room aesthetically was a mess now but what was really important here and what was really in the way?
With the alarms going off in a surprisingly mild manner, the time limit going off on the screen connected to said console treated the alarm like an afterthought.
Peter, there’s thirty seconds left before—
Spider-Man: I caught that. Thank you.
Rushing to the panel, he briefly taps his Spidey emblem again as the reconnaissance drone floats and levitates next to the keyboard, reverting into a USB slotting in, giving Pete the central advantage to start hacking.
Spider-Man: Lets see how good these guys security is. Aww, c’mon! How did you guys miss the latest kernel patch?
Hiding in the server room?
The screen redirects the attention of the web-slinger, bringing him face to face with the man he’s been itching for a shot towards for almost a decade in advance: Wilson Fisk (Vincent D’Onofrio), the Kingpin Of Crime himself.
Kingpin: Cowardly......even for you, Parker.
(C’mon, by this point, he’d have to know.)
Spider-Man: So says the guy frantically erasing his search history.
Kingpin: After all these years, you’re still just an ignorant child underneath.
Spider-Man: Yeah.....but that’s just part of my charm.
One more tap on the keyboard as the USB reconnaissance drone reverts back into Peter’s suit and the monitor read “Download uploaded. Process completed.”
All evidence incriminating Wilson Fisk of his activities was present once more and Kingpins demeanor quickly changed from across the screen, gritting his teeth. It was at this moment he knew he was screwed.
Kingpin: Damn you. Get that door down NOW!
Pete looks back and see's more Fisk men busting the floor down the first man who charged at him ended up getting uppercutting by the web slinger and he shot webs at him to yank him down bashing him on the flour knocking the thug out
Get past him! Destroy everything!
The rest of the men charged in and soon ended up with another one man against many brawl
Look around you. I did this I wanted to give this city a better tomorrow. What have you done that ever mattered?
Pete kept dodging and fighting at the same time while he answered Fisk's question
Spider-Man: Well let me think. It started out when I took on Captain America in Germany. Next thing I meet a guy with a fish bowl over his head. Next thing I meet a powered blind old lady and fought a big black alien monster in San Francisco. Then over the passed eight years there was that time I took down a pompous overstuffed crime lord before breakfast.
Spider-Man flipped kick one Fisk man and webbed another to a wall then caught another in a web line and swung him around throwing him aside
And you think taking me down will make this city safer? You fool. Without me the scum I kept in check will run rampant! Criminals even Terrorists will rein hellfire and brimstone! And all the innocent people they'll kill their blood will be on YOUR hands! Everything they'll do will be your fault!
Spider-Man dodged more gunfire by a another Fisk man by the door and Spidey webbed zipped kicking head to the wall and falls down
Mere prelude. Whatever happens to me will be just the beginning.
Spider-Man slides under the last Fisk man and knocks him out by hitting him in the back of the head
Soon as the men were down Pete waltzed over to the top floor open
Spider-Man: Karen. Yuri.
Spidey web zips up to the blown flour as Yuri answered after the first ring
I know. I saw it. Fisk could have the whole place wired up. I'm gonna send in a bomb unit.
Spider-Man: Good I'll make sure no one gets in their way.
The line cuts off and the Wall-Crawler encountered more Fisk men so one by one Spidey worked through his spider abilities
In time they were all beaten
Suddenly the bomb squad barged in from the sixth flour as Spidey zipped up to that balcony
Squad Leader: It's clear! Move up!
Spider-Man: Hey guys. Guess bombs are also part of Willies getaway too.
Squad Leader: They're perfect way. Listen Web Head do what you gotta do just stay out of our way while we do our job. We're only cutting you slack by the Captain's orders.
Spider-Man: Fair enough.
Peter and the leader looked up hearing the cries for help from the flour above them
Spider-Man: Crap....I think they're in trapped...
Squad Leader: Go on. You go after them. We'll look for the bombs. GO! GO!
Spidey zipped up to the next flour seeing a fire and remaining people rushing out
Spider-Man: EVERYONE CLEAR OUT! HURRY! EVACUATE THE BUILDING NOW!!
As people ran Spider-Man ran in to the fallen ruble and pulled them open with web lines with people running out afterwards
Woman: I heard more people trapped back there.
The Woman ran as Spider-Man crawled under more of that fallen ruble till he heard shouts
Spider-Man! Thank God! We can't move, we're pinned down!
Spider-Man: Hold on, I'll lift it. Once you're free get out fast. If you can walk help the injured. Got it?
The trapped woman nodded and Pete and began to lift the ruble which he groaned in pain but the ceiling tumbled down and made it heavier making Pete Flashback when that bus pinned him down during his fight with the Vulture
And just remembered....
….Tony's Stark's quote
If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it.
Each time he flashbacked to when he said that made him more motivated and he yelled in pain lifting the ruble completely off the trapped civilians
Spider-Man: Go! Go! GO!!
The people crawled then Peter let go in a split second leaping out of the way as it all fell
Peter looked onward and headed for another vent
Spider-Man: Karen. Where will this vent lead me?
Two flours up right under the flour of Fisk's location.
Spider-Man: Roger that. Ok, Willie. I'm coming your way.
Soon as he webbed pulled the vent open Yuri calls in again
Spider-Man. It's Yuri. The Bomb Squad reported people trapped in the fire. Are they ok?
Spider-Man: They're in one peace. How we doing Captain?
Could be better. Our choppers took a beating--- we just had to ground our last one. If Kingpin calls in a chopper we have no one to stop it from landing.
Spider-Man: And I assume that means no one to chase him if he flies away....makes me wish Iron Man was here.
Better. Makes me wish THOR was here. But why do I get the feeling that's what he was planning all along?
Spider-Man: I guess cause he probably was.
Soon Peter jumps into the flour under Fisk's flour and saw injured people being aided by paramedics
Soon Peter jumps into the flour under Fisk's flour and saw injured people being aided by paramedics
Spider-Man: Oh sh**....! Yuri we're gonna need an ETM up here. Fast!
We're trying. We're just trying to shake these goons off our backs enough as it is.
The line cut off again and soon Spider-Man saw ANOTHER Fisk man with a rocket launcher
He pointed it at him with Peter's Spider Sense going off
Spider-Man: Uh oh...not good! INCOMING!
He fired and Spidey dodged it shooting web lines at the rocket and throws it back the thug ducked and Peter webbed zipped knocking him out but one the flour above two more with rocket launcher of their own
Spider-Man: More rockets?! Little excessive don't you think?
They both fired but Pete dodged again zipped up and yanked one launcher out of one's hands as the other fired again only for Spidey dodge again and zip to kick him in the face knocking him out and Spider-Man webbed up the first one
But a fourth rocket man steps in from across the bridge
Spider-Man: Give me a break! Is it national rocket day or something?!
Again he zipped over with his web lines hitting his head and knocking him out
Spidey then made his way to the entrance to the Kingpin's office where he met up with the bomb squad again
Spider-Man: You guys alright?
Squad Leader: Yeah. We were just about to call for backup.
Spider-Man: I know you don't like me but....I think I'm it.
Squad Leader: You're better than no back up. That's for sure. Lead the way. We're right behind you.
Soon as Spidey walked passed them to Fisk's door the leader went on his walkie talkie
Squad Leader: Heads up boss.
They all pointed their guns....
His sense went off and slipped over as they opened fire
Spider-Man: So you guys were in bed with Fisk's all this time? Awe man I'll never get that out of my head! I'm gonna be having nightmares about it!
They fired and attacked but like all the other Fisk men Pete dodged flipped kicked uppercut and web yanked them all down one by one
Soon as they were down he called Yuri back
Spider-Man: Yuri, it's Spider-Man. I got good news bad news and better news. The good news is I'm at the same floor Willie's in. The bad news is....your bomb squad was on his payroll.
For Christ sake.
Spider-Man: I know. But the better news:....they were his last line of defense. I'm standing right outside his office.
Excellent. Take that bastard down. Now.
Spider-Man: WITH pleasure.
Inside said the office was where the target laid siting amongst his oval shaped office table writing furiously amongst multiple shredded pieces of paper undeterred by the abundance of gunfire he kept hearing over the intercom. Eyeing at the family picture on his desk of himself his wife Vanessa (From the Daredevil Netflix series) and their nine year old son, Richard. He was definitely no knight at the round table. It got to where he had to shut the intercom off to avoid any other distractions.
Except his biggest one had already entered the room and started flapping his gums again
Spider-Man: Writing your memoirs? Don't forget the hyphen between "Spider" and "Man"
Brief seconds follow and he doesn't even bat an eye. Rather insulting to some degree pretending that he wasn't even there took his family frame placing it in his front coat pocket. Again he briefly turns back on his intercom
Kingpin: Get the chopper ready. I won't be long.
Shutting it off yet again there was no real need to prepare for this inevitable clash. Cracking his knuckle with ease Fisk just eases out of his chair looked bored out his mind. In reality he's pissed he still has to deal with this guy
Kingpin: I shouldn't be surprised that you made it this far but I am.
Spider-Man: What do you expect huh? I'm not the one to idly stand by in the presence of evil. You took control of crime in New York right under everybody's nose. The whole city knows you're crooked yet everyone still kissed your tuchas for nearly a decade. Lot of ground to cover for the most corrupt criminal in town.
Tossing his office hair gently across the room he longer allows the comforts of his office desk block him from his trajectory of Spider-Man. Blood in the water tension in the air as the two approach one another.
Kingpin: The only criminal I see is this scrawny mischievous bone-headed munchkin, self obsessed with rejection, inadequacy and loneliness....who just so happens to be the masked man guilty of breaking and entering into private building on more than one separate occasion.
He says as he stares down the wall-crawler. No quipping jokes about height here.
Kingpin: A violent vigilante the Daily Bugle has branded a menace.
He's not wrong.
Flustered slightly, he ignores Karen's remark
Spider-Man: Call me whatever you like but I've waited long enough. Today's the day Willie and you're going down.
Kingpin: And now you threaten me again.
Turning his back to his rival, it's only the prelude to get another countless run-in from Spidey. Someone of his caliber his stature didn't have time to waste with him. He keeps walking further and further away up until the very end of the room where he just stands motionless mere feet in front of the wall. But not before he grabbed ahold of his pen.
Kingpin: I dare say Jameson will praise me a hero after I kill you....in self-defense, of course.
Spider-Man: Fine. Be that way but I'm not the one the police are here for. Otherwise they'd be shooting at "Spider" Tower.
Pressing down on the butt of his pen, glass-proof walls shield Kingpin from within that distance gap and preventing him from getting into contact with Peter as he so pleases. Needless to say the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man wasn't intimidated as much as he was confused.
Spider-Man: You know I can still see you right?
Kingpin: Eight years of this insolence ends now.
He's quick to hear mechanic whirring from behind. Spidey turns to see 4 turrets popping out from the columns of the wall and were aiming directly at him. Walking right into a trap: the old Parker luck.
Spider-Man: For me? Awww you shouldn't have
With his Spider-sense going off excessively, the turrets began to fire only for all the bullets to somehow bounce off and ricochet off of his skintight suit.
Thanks to magnetically polarized armor plating, none of the heavy hitting rounds from the turrets were barely effecting Peter, methodically walking towards Fisk's desk. Long before the bulletproof armor wore off, he connected two web lines to the turrets aside from him.
No effort placed, he rips them out from two of the four columns holding the room in place. Flinging them around carelessly like a pair of nunchucks, Spidery just slams them again and again before tossing them straight at Fisk.
First one creates a giant dent in the barrier
Second one shattered it completely, rendering Fisk free and understandably angry
Kingpin: HOW is this happening?!
Spider-Man: What's wrong, Willie? You seem angry.
Kingpin: I will DESTROY you!
He says running up to his desk and absolutely smashing it to pieces before flipping the debris at Spidey which he dodges with ease
To him, it became second nature.
Spider-Man: Funny how they ALL say that.
Kingpin: I'll be the first exception this time!
Charging forward, he hits nothing but the empty wall column since Spidey moved out of the way. He comes hammering down with basic punches and a roundhouse, none of which stun Fisk in the slightest. Uppercutting him with both his feet, Spidey yanks himself down only for Fisk to grab the webs and clobber Spidey down completely with both webs.
Still grabbing ahold of them both he decides to take him for a swing: a literal swing as he hurls the webslinger into the other columns including the last two with the turrets embedded into them.
Nowhere near done yet, he hoists him back up only for Peter to yank right underneath Fisk and wraps the webs down from THAT AREA up to around his neck. While not intentionally trying to choke out the big man, it does slow him down. Until he realized that it wasn't.
Spider-Man: ARGH! Taser webs!
The basic webbing allowed for an electric current to flow through the webbing, barely rendering Kingpin down for even a fraction of a minute before he just ripped the webbing off and tosses Peter halfway across the room.
No sooner should Peter recover, he gets bombarded with punch after punch slamming him further and further into the wall. For a man his size, his speed and mobility made it incredibly difficult for Peter to catch up.
You can't afford to take anymore hits like this!
Spider-Man: I can-ARgh!-Clearly see that!
Incoming left fist!
Heeding KAREN's warning, Spidey barely catches Fisk's fist coming down on him barely holding it up with the best of his ability. Giving himself an opening, Pete just gut punches Fisk in the abdomen before kneeing him in the face and sliding underneath.
A roundhouse kick later, Fisk was sent face first into the wall giving Spidey a little breathing room to refill his web canisters
Taking the initiative JUST as Fisk pulls himself out, he grabs the web yanking Pete forward and hits him with a lariat knocking Spider-Man inside out.
Kingpin: You're out of your depth boy!
No time to recover, he kicks Pete back up to his feet before socking him with a right hand and then tackling him out of his office crumbling another wall leading him straight into a pipe which combusts on impact. Missing a ground pound, Fisk knocks Peter woozy again and just tosses him like a ragdoll through the wall again and into the next room.
No leverage to stop himself Pete has to launch a splinter web to cushion to the impact to no avail. He goes through ANOTHER wall and just stumbles to a complete stop.
Groaning slightly, Pete noticed pretty early how his skintight suit was torn. Not to mention his mask fell off and that blood was showing trickling out of his nose. He briefly catches a glimpse at the mask beside him but stops to collect himself first.
You appear to be bleeding from the impact. He packs quite a punch.
Peter: Dually noted.
You also appear to have a mild concussion.
Peter: Argh, I've suffered worse.
Finally making it to his feet, he's greeted by Wilson stepping out from the ruble of the walls balling his fists and gritting his teeth. Time was being wasted and Fisk needed to get out before anything else deters him from making that escape.
Kingpin: You are EVERYTHING that is WRONG with this city!
Peter: Yeah.....I was--about to say the same about you.
He was about to reach for his mask but Fisk swipes it first and Pete looks up at him as Kingpin holds it up with a grin
Kingpin: Looking for this my boy?
Peter: Ok....I'm not gonna play the bullied kid here. Cause we both know how this is gonna end.
Kingpin: For years I couldn't prove your identity. But without this you'll have no where to hide when I tell the world who you are.
Peter: Oh really? You didn't expose me cause you didn't had proof? I thought it was cause of our friendship.
Kingpin: I'll teach you respect!
Kingpin charged at him again with Spidey dodging again he tried his taser webs but ran out of power
Peter: Oh bad timing.
Your taser webs require a an electric charge.
Peter: I think I just guessed that.
Fisk lunges at him like a pro wrestler doing an Irish Whip grabbing Spider-Man and smashing him to the wall and was about to pumble him on the flour but Pete upkicked him in the jaw flipping over his bald head the Kingpin turned around and Pete threw a web grenade at him
It blew out webs wrapped around Willie Spider-Man charged at him but Fisk broke free and grabbed Pete by the neck
Peter: *Chokes* Was....it something I said....?
Wilson lifted him up like Bane to Batman only he slammed him on the flour and was about to lunge his fists down but Pete dodged them and the glassed-flour broke and both fell to the bottom still fighting Pete swung both punches at his jaw they crashed through another glass flour they ended at the entrance hall
In the next second Pete shot web catching Fisk which he was tied into again and hung upside down and Pete came down hanging upside down and Pete came down hanging upside down himself and eyed his mask in Fisk's hand
Peter: Sorry Willie. But I believe THIS *Swipes it back* is mine.
Soon the cops burst in Pete pulled his mask on the last second before they were close to see his face
Spider-Man: So? Shall we kiss now?
Obviously Pete was remembering his first kiss with MJ (Yes there was another upside down kiss before but it's not the same one from the Toby Maguire's version) and laughed nervously seeing his expression
Spider-Man: Or....maybe later.
About ten minutes later cause of how hard it was to get Willie down with his weight they soon walked him out handcuffed with reporters asking him questions and photographers taking pictures of him
Soon as he was right behind the transport wagon Pete landed on it making eye contact with Wilson
Spider-Man: So....it's off to Ryker's huh? I don't want to hurt your feelings but I think you have more enemies there than I do.
Kingpin: You foolish boy....if you think even for a minute that this will be more than a minor inconvenience----
Spider-Man: Sorry to stop you there but gotta go. Hey! Good luck with your denied paroles Willie. I got a feeling you're gonna need it this time.
Spidey shot a web and zipped straight up
Kingpin: I'm the only one who kept order in this city!
The officers behind him forced him into the van and his weight overweighted the van
Kingpin: ONE MONTH! IN ONE MONTH YOU'LL WISH YOU HAD ME BACK BOY!
The doors slammed and by police car escort the Kingpin was now being transported for his hearing and to Riker's
On a roof Spidey landed on a pole and he received another call from an old friend
Spider-Man: Hey Ned what's up?
Dude! I just saw you on tv! Did you do it? Is the---
Spider-Man: Kingpin heading to prison? Yep. End of an era.
Awesome man. Feel like we should celebrate. You definitely should come to the Halloween party next month. We'll drink to a new era.
Spider-Man: That be great pal. I even wish I could take a vacation.
You mean like a getaway with---
Spider-Man: DON'T say it.
I was just gonna say if you guys if you guys could work out your problems wouldn't be bad idea.
Spider-Man: No it wouldn't. But....MJ's got her own hands full as it is.
Alright. Good luck with the Darth Vader arms.
When the lung up Pete chuckled as it is and was about to shoot another web line to swing till.....
Incoming call from: Otto Octavius
Spider-Man: Ohh...I'm so fired. Accept.
Parker! Where are you? The committee will be here soon. We still haven't run an equipment check
Spider-Man: Yeah I know. I'm almost there. Just....two blocks away.
Ugh. Guess I'll have to do it myself.
Spider-Man: Wait Doc it's not safe--
The line already cut off just when he mentioned the word "Not"
Spider-Man: Ugh! Well gotta love Doc's enthusiasm. But sometimes it gets him into trouble. Especially with the Spider tech I smuggle in at night. I better get there before he hurts himself.
And then he swung off passing Madison Square Garden
Minutes later where a lab was held for "Octavius Industries" Peter changed out of his costume and into social cloths and a lab coat and rushed in with a panic tone
Peter: Doc I'm sorry I'm late--
He stopped to see his boss and the smartest man he ever knew in New York Otto Octavius (Mark Hamill) strapped to wires linking his arm movement to a robotic arm for when Otto moves his left arm it moves too fallowing the movement like a mirror
Peter: Guess you weren't kidding about doing it yourself.
Otto: It's nothing personal. The Grant Committee's director will be here soon. I had to take a demonstration
Pete gave his genius boss a worried look which made him chuckle softly
Otto: Peter it's ok. I invented this equipment back when I was teaching at Empire State. I think I can handle it.
After a moment of silence the machines exploded startling them both
Peter: Power damper!
Peter first tried to unplug them but still kept erupting he went to the computer on the desk but the whole system was locking up
Peter: Not good! Maybe we should abort.
Otto: Not yet.
Things got worse even the computer exploded which Pete almost caught fire and would have if not for his spider sense and Otto was yelling in pain from the burns in the back
Peter: Doc! Hold on!
He ran to the back wall hitting a stop button which turned all the systems at once and Peter helped get free from the holdings
Peter: Dr. Octavius....are you ok?
Otto: *Coughs* Just....another setback. *Stands up* But...we're close. I can feel it.
Pete and the Doctor looked over hearing a door opening with the committee walking into some smoke two of them even coughed too
Female Director: What happened? Anyone hurt?
Otto: The--the um....The energy levels exceeded our expectations. But from a certain viewpoint that's a very positive development
Director: It doesn't SMELL so positive.
Peter: It was my fault---
Otto: --I assure you in the next phase....
Director: Let's not get ahead of ourselves Doctor. *Coughs* Is there somewhere else we can talk about this?
Otto: Of....of course. We can in my office *To Peter* Parker maybe you should take the rest of the day off.
Peter: What....?? But--
Otto: WE'LL talk later.
He flashes a brief smile at him before Peter obliges his wishes and moves away allowing Otto and the Committee directors to move out of the room into his office to continue their business elsewhere
Soon as the door shut Peter bolts his head back around to the metallic arm just shifting and shuttering and fizzing out
Peter: Ooh man. That arm is in BAD shape. You poor little guy.
It was bad enough from afar but up close and personal it definitely looked worse for wearing
Peter: Well this was a disaster. How could the dampener fail? I know Doc said "Take the day off" but first I have to figure out went wrong.
Skimming to the iPad beside him it didn't take long to find out what exactly went wrong. Three areas needed repair: servo control path servo motor and the power voltage control
Peter: Dammit. The Circuit burned out. That's the third time this week. Better tweak this here.....
Substantially going through the Power Circuit one wire and loop at a time he couldn't forget about the other factors that contributed.
Peter: Ok now to reroute the servo control rebalance the voltage and....FINISHED!
Setup: Complete. Uploading schematic to arm.
Seconds pass and.....
Satisfied Peter drops the tablet on the table and grips ahold of the controller still wanting to be sure if it actually worked out the actual bugs
Peter: Ok, let's see if that worked.
Slowly revolving this thumb over the analong sticks he felt a very smoother control to the stimulation of the arm as he saw it twisting and turning itself around without a single malfunction in place
His double check fixed the process for arm.
Peter: Good as new.
Peter was about to leave till he noticed Otto left his tv in the kitchen on where a broadcast of Jameson's (JK Simmons) show called "Just the facts with J. Jonah Jameson he premiered since retiring from the Daily Bugle
Peter: Hehe hey...looks like JJ's got a new episode out today. Guess wouldn't hurt to see what my "Number 1 fan" thinks about me taking Fisk down.
Peter turned up the volume on the tv as the show opened after it's short opening credit
This is Just the facts with J. Jonah Jameson. Where listeners like you discuss the events and issues affecting New York City with Pulitzer Prize winning--
TWO TIME WINNING!!
Peter chuckled at that yell
Uhh....I mean....TWO time winning Pulitzer Prize winning former editor and chief of the Daily Bugle.
HEY! I said plug the book seven times!
And....as always if you order Mr. Jameson's oldest books Spider-Man: Threat or Menace and the Left Hand of Thanos within 24 hours of our broadcast you'll get an autograph copy with no extra charge.
No personalization's! Don't ask not gonna get it! *Ahem* Good afternoon New York and Welcome to Just the facts with J. Jonah Jameson. Alerting you to the threats that YOU are not aware of. Today's story is about the incident at Fisk Tower earlier today. Let's dive into our first call this evening. You're on sir. Speak!
First just want to say been a fan of the show since it first came on. But second....I don't want to get on your bad side for this...but you gotta cut Spider-Man some slack. He just took down the Kingpin. That guy's brought more threats to this city than ever for years. I mean one last mob boss is good for everyone.
Is that a fact? Tell me sir are you a Police Officer? Security Guard? Prosecutor Maybe another award winning reporter like yours truly?
Uh...no. I'm just a plumber in Brooklyn.
Oh good. THEN FIX MY DAMN TOILET AND SHUT UP! Let me tell you something about crime bosses buddy. Each time one falls every scum in this city fights for the thrown creating gang wars! And sooner or later we're gonna have one in our streets. And does that web headed moron give a damn?! No! All he cares about is taking credit from hard working cops and being on TV. That's what counts.
Well we've had gang wars with or without Fisk for years. So until that one starts I'm on the webheads side.
Then you'll be singing a different tune when three or four mobsters are lining up to charge extra for that same pipe...or just brake your legs GOODBYE!
Suddenly his phone begins ringing. Not even close finished through the first vibration he picks up and answer
Spider-Man, its Yuri.
Peter: Yuri, anything on Fisk? He make it to Rikers?
Not Rykers. Out boy qualifies for the VIP treatment and he’s been sent to the Raft.
Peter: Ahh, packed with Scorpion, Electro and all the rest. Fisk should be honored; that’s esteemed company.
Can’t argue with that. Think you could swing by the precinct? I’ve got a task at hand that could benefit from your unique skill set.
Peter: Yeah, I’m free. Anything. I’m on my way.
He hangs up.
At the precinct, the orange-yellow haze of the sunset shines off of Yuri Watanabe, hanging over the rails of the roof with a pack of sunflower seeds. The city always looked beautiful from this angle but there always laid a deep sickening layer of guilt from within. There’s always someone or something out there bound to create more trouble for the NYPD and it’s one of those instances that can get Yuri a little flustered.
There’s no way to reduce these events and even less of a way to know when they’ll even take place and that’s what drives the NYPD to somewhat of a frantic state; one that Yuri couldn’t stand to be in the middle of. She always took this moment to come out and clear her head, at least until she remembered.
She couldn’t help but to perk a smile for a brief second.
Yuri: Now long you been spying on me?
Turning behind her, the sight of Spider-Man on top of the roof exitway was sight for sore eyes; one that she’s gotten used to.
Spider-Man: Ever since you quit smoking. But what do you tell people when you come up here now?
Yuri: That I need a break from their shit.
Going ground level again, Spidey just leans up against the rails, keeping his distance from Yuri. He might be outgoing in the suit but even he had limits.
Spider-Man: Fair enough. So why you’d call? Need a date to the policeman’s ball?
Yuri: You got a black and white suit?
Spider-Man: Got rid of it ages ago.
Yuri: Uh-huh. Speaking of suit....
Spider-Man: Yeah, I know. I’ll patch this up soon.
Yuri: Figured. No ball this year anyway. We spent too much integrating Oscorps surveillance tech.
She says eyeing over at the Tower right beside her, branded with the Oscorp logo. Lot of memories came back to Peter, staring over at it.
He sighs heavily.
Spider-Man: Worth it though, right?
Yuri: It was.....until an hour ago. The whole system in Chinatown went down. The rest of the citywide ones are working fine but here....every OTHER tower? Zip.
Spider-Man: That's a bumper. What happened?
Yuri: I don't know. They tell me someone sabotaged the central server and now the towers here are off.
Spider-Man: You think this is an inside job?
Yuri: Maybe. I'll figure that part out when I can. Right now, I need to alert the other Precincts case they shut their towers down too. You get these towers back online and Fast.
Spider-Man: And you called me? Aw that's sweet.
Yuri: I "Called" someone I can trust. Besides all the signals are scrambled and we have no idea how to fix it.
Yuri walks back to the door as Pete hopped down from the rails
Spider-Man: I do love a challenge.
Yuri: Just remember the old saying. If you brake it you buy it.
Spider-Man: I thought you trusted me. Well you're in luck Yuri. You're favorite tough-but-lovable grizzled seen-too-much cop movies detective is in town.
Yuri: *Stops dead in her tracks* WHAT??? Oh no no no no you promised me you wouldn't do that any---
Yuri: Awe hell no.
Yuri rushed back in the precinct roof door and shut it as Spidey looked at the tower
Hehehehe I still think your impressions are very funny Pete. Especially...."Spider-Cop".
Spider-Man: Thanks Karen. Anyway get me relay on the other towers while I work on this one.
So over the hour Spider-Man repaired each tower in Chinatown by hacking in the Oscorp tech with the directions Karen gave him through each repair
But each one he fixed detected street crimes brake ins robberies even muggings
So Spidey subdued each one after repairing a tower and after the last tower he spotted a homeless woman getting cornered by punks in black masks
Punk # 1: So you must be a snitch? You gave that tip to the cops didn't you?
Woman: Back off you creep.
She was about to walk pass him till another punk came infront of her
Punk # 2: Yeah she's the one.
Woman: I said back off!
Punk # 3: Keep it quit lady!
Woman: Leave me alone!
Get away from her!
The woman and the masked punks looked up and Spider-Man swoops down like an Owl to a Squirrel and knocked the first Punk out by pounding him to the ground
Punk # 2: Sh**! It's Spider-Man! Waste him!
The thugs swung fists and kicks but like the Fisk men Spidey dodged every move they make and kicked and punched them back one of them took a crowbar at him knocking Pet down from behind and was about to hit him again but he rolled over to dodged it and web yanked the crowbar out of his hand
Spidey swift kicked him knocking him out then a BIG guy in a black mask like the others and hoody came charging at him yelling but Pete flipped over shooting webs at his head and tripped him sticking him to the ground with webs
The last punk took the Homeless Woman hostage pointing a gun to her head and Spidey turned over to see them
Punk # 4: Walk away Spider-Man or she dies!
Woman: Let me go you pig!
Thinking fast Spider-Man shot two weblines one yanked the gun away the other pulls Peter to punch a blow to his face instantly knocking him out
Pete turned to the woman who breathed heavily in relief
Spider-Man: All clear maim. You ok?
Woman: Yeah. Thanks. I knew Jameson was full of crap. You maybe a little goofy and weird....but you're heart's in the right place. I'm Gloria.
Spider-Man: I'm honored. Why were those guys after you? They said you snitched on them?
Gloria: I'm sorry. I can't really talk about it.
Spider-Man: Understandable. Do you....got a place to go?
Gloria: No. But I can take care of myself.
Spider-Man: I--I'm sure you can. But just incase there's....a place called the F.E.A.S.T. Center. Run by a good man named Martin Li.
Gloria: Yeah, I seen it. Thanks but no thanks. I don't want charity.
Spider-Man: They got the best wheatcakes in the city. All hands down. All hands down.
Gloria: My mum use to make those when I was five. Hadn't had any since---for a long time from now. On second thought I'll look into it. Thanks again, Spider-Guy.
Gloria turns and walks away as Spidey turns around
Spider-Man: I don't know if it's still in that "One Z" but it's..."Spider-Man".
Soon Peter looked down at his rips on his costume from his fight with Kingpin
Spider-Man: Oh not good. Can't have people taking pictures or selflies of my three "Chest Hairs". I left my tools for suit repair back at the lab. Better see if Dr. Octavius left for the day. Karen? Call Otto.
Calling: Otto Octavius.
Spider-Man: Hey Doctor? How did it go with the committee? I'm real sorry I screwed things up.
Oh no need to apologize Peter. You're little restart made things up for it. I noticed your results after they left. They're just nervous in the face of imminent triumph. They'll cool off. They always do.
Spider-Man: That's good. Need me to head back to cleanup?
No thanks. I'm about to step out for dinner anyway. We'll resume tomorrow. Just one short break then it's back to creating the future.
Spider-Man: Right there behind you Doc.
The line hangs up
Spider-Man: You know Karen wish I could bottle and sell that man's optimism
He sure has a working mind. He could compare Bruce Banner for his money. Even comprehend your iron armor
The one you wore on Titan before--
Spider-Man: Ahh! Karen don't bring that up. Thanos whipping out humanity was one thing but after….
And that minute Spider-Man swung back to Octavius Industries
Exhausted after a hard day of Spidey work Peter arrives nearly sweating buckets. Slapping the spider emblem on his chest his suit loosens and expands several sizes larger allowing him to slip out of the suit easily. Lazily tossing it on the table of his own separate office the wear and tear this suit sustained over the years became even more apparent
Even the smallest of tears looked serious.
Peter: I thought this was skintight and abrasion resistant
Nothing stays the same forever, Peter.
Peter: Especially if his name is Tony Stark.
Hearing the doctor suddenly burst in on him with a bag of food was alarming in a lot of ways. With his suit in close proximity towards him. God knows he can actually play casual when the skin of his second persona is not too far from him
Peter: Doc. I--ah---whatcha got there?
Otto: Oh Chinese. If I known you'd be here I would've---
Placing his bag of Chinese to the side the bright color of red and blue of the Spidey suit caught Otto's eyes.
Otto: Hey whatcha got there?
Peter: Uhh….just a...side project. It's...not finished yet.
Otto: Oh....can I at least get a look?
Glancing further over his shoulder, there was no taking the sight away from Otto: the eye lenses the vacuum seal the detached web wings from the upper arms and thighs a rather interesting discovery to befall Otto. Looking back towards Peter and then back at the suit the awkward glances exchanged between the two only escalated once Otto took a brief step back
Absorbing all he could putting two and two together only added more to Peter's decaying layer of secrecy. Again he couldn't help but to flash a smile.
But the damning conclusion was quick to follow
Otto: Of course....it's you.
Peter: Umm, I-I don't know wha---
Otto: Oh C'mon, Peter. It's obvious now. Why else would you----
Peter: I-I--I can--I can explain.
Otto: I only wish you told me sooner.
Seeing how brilliant of a scientist he was feeling the need to lie to Otto was essentially pointless. He already saw the suit in Peter's possession alone and judging from Peter's stuttering stature there was almost no question he knew SOMETHING about it.
Caught "Red-handed" there wasn't much else to do.
Peter: I wanted to. But.....I was just afraid if word got out my friends....and my family might--be a target to all I try to keep off the streets. Even you Doc.
Otto: Yes...that is understandable. I would've done the same if I was you. It all makes sense now how Peter Parker is bound to be as big of a target as the branded Daily Bugle. "Menace". But I too thought that baboon Jameson was full of it.
A slight smile creeps up underneath Peter's mouth
Peter: One day....I'll get Jameson to say something nice about me.
Otto: Better luck convincing him that the moon landing was fake.
They both chuckle
Otto: Don't worry about a thing. Your secret's safe with me.
Otto gave Pete a pat on the shoulder and another flashy smirk
Otto: Well I'll leave you to it.
Otto exit the room with his Chinese food. A huge sigh of relief comes over Peter and he quickly rushing over and locking the door as he just slid down wrapping his arms and legs together.
Another person unearthed his secret identity which meant a LOT of possibilities to Peter: most of which wouldn't be much of any help to his alter ego in the slightest.
Peter: Man....Not again.
You shouldn've known you would slip up again eventually. You only now have a number of your friends AND enemies who know your identity.
Peter: WOW. Thanks for the confidence boost Karen.
Just adheres more to the fact that you can't control most of what happens out there. I don't think you've truly gotten over the realization that you're still human, and no man is an island.
Peter: I still gotta do something about it: I don't wanna have to worry about having to rescue Doc when the sky starts raining fireballs or more UFO's.
Higly unlikely Peter. We're yet to encounter signs of the rapture.
Peter: Since when was I talking about the Bible.....
Turning back towards the suit he bolts himself away from the door scratching his head
Peter:....and how am I gonna fix this?
You could always don the Iron Spider Suit again.
Peter: But....that suit was destroyed.
Mr. Stark always made spares.
Crashing into his office no time flat Peter jumps at the sound only to see a pod contained in a detachable housing unit of nanoparticles. Dispersing on command the pod just shatters itself before formulating an exact model and replica: paint job nanotech and all of the Iron Spider Suit
From head shoulders knees and toes it was refreshing in some ways. Good to be in a suit that would smell like a new car again
Peter: Stark you hot dog.
Pete felt a vibration in his pocket he pulls out his cellphone and the ID read "Mr. Diktovich"
Peter: Uh oh....
Your rent is overdue from---
Peter: Yeah I know! *Answers* Hi Mr. Diktovich. Look if this about the rent---
MR. PARKER! This call serves as your third and FINAL warning! Eviction is proceeding--!
Peter: Wait! Please I just need more time I only get paid at the end of the week I can--
Eviction is proceeding will start Friday unless full payment is received by the close of business! That's my final warning! Have a nice day!
The line hangs up leaving Peter grunting in frustration
Peter: Yeah yeah, "Have a nice day" yourself.
The screen cuts as he went back to the second Iron Spider suit......
……and cuts back outside with Spidey stepping outside leaps off sprinting and flipping himself up high and shooting web as the Web Slinger shows off his Iron Suit like back in the fight with Thanos
He even swung through a crowd
Spider-Man: Coming through!
Woman: Looking good Spidey!
Spider-Man: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW YORK! WHOO HOO!
He swung out for the past hour having time of his life until he landed on the veeeeeeeeerrrrrry top of the Empire State Building
Spider-Man: Ah good ol' Empire State. I haven't been up here since I concurred my fear of heights. I sure hope King Kong loved the view before those plains came at him.
Incoming call from: Martin Li.
Spider-Man: Hm, Mr. Li? Accept. Hello?
Peter hey. It's Martin Li. We're all set for May's party. Just wanting to let you know whenever you're ready.
Spider-Man: Oh the party? Yeah I'm about to step off from work anyway. I'll be there in a few minutes.
See ya then.
The line hung up and Pete headed off for F.E.A.S.T. the finest homeless shelter in New York located in the heart of Chinatown
Once there Peter landed down in his social wear and came in through the front entrance and the first to notice him actually caught Peter off guard
He looks over to see it was Gloria the same woman he saved earlier today
Gloria: Gloria. I'm new here. Your Aunt's been showing me baby pictures.
Peter: Oh....uh...well nice to meet you Gloria.
He shook her hand
Gloria: Spider-Man directed me to this place after he beat the crap out of some punks who cornered me.
Peter: Yeah---I--I mean great! How do you like it?
Gloria: Seems nice. They're good people here. I might stick around for a little while.
Peter: Well if there's anything I can do to help just let me know.
Gloria: Same to you.
After getting acquainted with the same woman unknown to her he saved her hours ago he walked through the gym filled with beds bunks hanged cloths a couple of tv's showing news reports and Family Guy episodes
Peter soon came into the kitchen with a man turned over arranging boxes
Peter: Martin? Hey sorry I'm late.
Martin (Daniel Wu): Oh no you're right on time. May's in the cafeteria just have her distracted for just a minute while we get everything ready.
Peter: I'm on it.
Peter walked around through the hall and into the cafeteria caching his only parent figure by surprise
Peter: Hey. There's my Favorite Aunt.
May (Jamie Lee Curtis): Peter? What a nice surprise.
Peter: Need some help?
May: Y---yeah sure. Oh they're some heavy boxes---
Peter notice them putting the sign up and thought fast to keep her turned away
Peter: I mean--I mean...not yet....I actually came....just to talk.
May: Ok....you're not in any more trouble with the....you know what are you? I mean I saw the News about Fisk and.....
Peter: Yeah. And I'm.....behind on my rent but.....I didn't come to ask for money either....
May: Let me guess Girl problems again?
Peter: What?? No no that's ridicules.
May: I'm relived you broke up with that awful Felicia woman but I still wish you and MJ could work things out. She's a great girl.
Peter: Yes she is. And don't worry I'm totally over Felicia....but yeah MJ---
May: I know the two of you would make some beautiful babies.
May almost turned again and---
May looked back in concern of that shout
May: Peter? What is it anyway?
She sits and Pete after a second sits with her as they made eye contact
Peter: It's just....after all these years....you helping me through college and.....working here....sacrificing so much.....and asking for nothing in return....you don't know how grateful I am about that.
May: Oh Peter. That means a lot. I always wonder if I'm ever doing right by you.
Peter: Well don't wonder. After loosing my parents and Uncle Ben...there so many times I would've fallen apart if not for you.
May: That works both ways sweetheart.
Peter: If only there were more people like you.
The Parker family looked over to see Li accompanied by some of his staff and homeless people pushing a cart of a large cake and cups plates and napkins
Martin: Five years ago you walked in this place telling me you were inspired by my mission to help others. And now You inspire Me. Thank you so much May for everything. To many more years of service.
The whole group applaud for her and May gave a smile and kissed Peter on the cheek which embarrassed him infront of everyone
A little while later while the cake was half gone May was talking to some of the other staff members while Peter walked by to Martin who looking at framed pictures of his years in F.E.A.S.T.
Peter: Hey thanks again for setting all this up for her. After everything she had to go through.....
Martin: Oh it was my pleasure Peter. Just makes me wish I could do more.
Peter: Well May's always said "If you help someone---"
Martin: "---you help everyone." Yeah maybe she should run for Mayor this coming election and spread it out from City Hall to the whole city.
They both chuckled but Pete felt his phone vibrated in his pocket again he pulled out his phone seeing Yuri left him (Spider-Man) a voicemail
Martin: What's that?
Peter: Oh....just a Voicemail from the Doc. I gotta run. Listen thanks again for the party means a lot. See you later Martin.
Martin: Be careful out there.
As Pete existed the cafeteria Martin gave a frown for some odd reason as he watched Peter leave like something was occurring
Not much thought went into it, however as he shrugged it off. Worked well in Peters direction since he was keeping eyes on him every step of the way. Finally stepping out from the F.E.A.S.T center, he swipes to the contacts list.
There was a voicemail left from Yuri.
Hey. Silent alarm at the auction site for Fisk’s estate sale just went off. Could you investigate? Quietly? I don’t want to make it a scene if it’s nothing.
Peter: Fisk’s auction site, huh? Wonder what the Kingpin had hidden in its closet?
Routing to Fisk auction site.
Appears Fisk has made more enemies than he’s bargained for; a group of five men dressed causally in black and white with rifles and demon masks on had invaded only with no intentions made to burgle the place. Who breaks in a museum like this without taking any of the extra goodies? Men on a mission.
But these men on a mission did have one thing in their possession: an active hostage. A young black woman, mid 30’s, squandering in terror as a rifle was aimed at her from one of the demons. Rose Rosemann (Aja Naomi King)
was terrified, as most hostages were.
Demon: I’m running out of patience. Where is the file?
Rose: Someone else is here. They must’ve taken it!
Demon: There’s no one here but us. We will find it or you will die.
His voice arguably just as alarming as the rifle in his hand, he shrugs Rose off the marble floor and just shrugs her forward to lead the way leaving the others behind. Rose couldn’t help but to glare over at the expensive statues and relics that were being auctioned from Fisk himself. It only made her wonder why they weren’t here for them. One last glance to the ceiling before she got shoved again.
Up on the ceiling concealed in the vents, one watchful spider had his ears perched and his eyes on everything.
Spider-Man: Oh that ain’t good. They’ll kill her if they spot me. Gotta pick ‘em off quietly.
Perfect timing as the group of demons began spreading out accordingly, allowing Spidey to make the first move on the demon left alone. Leaping out from the vents, he webs him up in a cocoon but not before knocking him unconscious.
He leaps away before anyone has even the slightest suspicion to check it out.
Spider-Man: Yuri the silent alarm was legit. Masked gunmen and a single hostage. Nothings been stolen yet but it looks like a heist in progress.
Copy that. Sending units your way. Keep the situation from getting worse in the meantime.
Spider-Man: Can do.
Moving as gracefully as any other spider would do, scaling the vents, he scopes all areas of the auction house picking off demon after demon after demon in exhibit room after exhibit room.
Last demon he webbed up was close to the back of the auction site.
Once again retreating to the vents, he continued to move as he fast as he could muster. But hearing the sound of Rose grow more and more scared only escalated the situation.
My serenity wears thin.
Someone else is here, I swear! She must have the file!
If they’re here, WHERE ARE THEY?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I just don’t know!
Spider-Man: Gotta move quicker here. Bad guys getting ready to be bad.
Finally making it to the back room, out the vent and scaling above the support beam where the last two demons were held up, Pete couldn’t help but to notice a slight glimmer of reflective light from the other side of the room.
It distracted him momentarily, barring the resemblance of an object so crucial to his past that he almost dazed off before commotion brought him back to fruition. Once again, the last two demons were extremely close. Noticing how one would alert the others of spotted, Peter shot a web to a pile of crates to separate the two.
With the other exposed, that left him the only one available unfortunately as the other got cocooned from the support beam above. No sooner should the last henchmen suspect something odd, he’s pounced on from behind with the web-slinger standing over his unconscious body.
Spider-Man: Sleep it off.
Crisis averted. With all the demons gone and accounted for, that left the area clear for examining. But Peter couldn’t get that reflective shimmer out his head as it once again pulls him off to the side. On one of the many columns in the back room laid an old but functional Yashica Electro 35 camera: HIS old camera.
His heart skipped a beat one instance and in the other, it sank. Conflicting emotions were seeping through the brain as he gripped ahold of the strap, massaging the matte black texture and adjusting the scope. It meant something a lot more than what he had anticipated.
Spider-Man: No way. She’s actually here.
Immediately, his hands shot up with the camera stuck in his hand, standing face to face with yet another Demon gunman. Funny how he got all but one.
Spider-Man: Buddy, if I had a nickel for every “Don’t move”.....
He gloats to no avail. A gun was pointed directly at his cranium and his brain and his method of dealing with it was gloating. Except he was poised to make the first move as soon as the gunmen.
The opportunity doesn’t come, though. A blunt force launches over the Demons head, leaving a redhead with a eroded pipe standing over its unconscious body. Peters eyes widened at the visual perception before him; massively taken aback by help arriving when he was close to finishing the job himself.
But the sight within itself was mesmerizing as old memories began to resurface, reigniting an old flame. So much so that the mask of the armor was dismissed at will, retracting down into the neckline of the armor revealing Peters petrified face.
Mary Jane Watson (Katherine McNamara) brushing her hair off to the side, flashes that familiar infectious smile towards Peters direction and immediately, there was no taking his eyes off her. A mild chuckle erupts before she finally gets her words out.
MJ: Hey Pete. Long time no see.
Peter: Likewise.....what'd you....what'd you doing here?
MJ: The usual. Same as you. Working. I mean...I was. Heh.
Peter: The woman said someone was here I didn't--I...think you lost this.
Peter lifted his right hand carrying the camera which was obviously and awkward to him hers when they were young Pete was taking pictures of himself as Spider-Man for the Daily Bugle as Mary Jane was an actress
But around when Peter quit the Bugle and went to work with Otto MJ was kicked out of the acting and she felt adventuress enough to be a daring reporter and has been fallowing crime and Spidey activities ever since
MJ: Right thanks.
Pete: So let me guess....Robbie's got you covering the break-in here for the Bugle?
MJ: Actually...Robbie doesn't exactly know I'm here. And it wasn't a break in until five minutes ago.
Peter: Huh?? What'd you....
MJ: Let me explain.
The screen slowly fades with a text: ~15 minutes earlier~
We cut to fifteen minutes before the present time when the screen cuts to MJ walking into the auction house she looked around and as she brushed her hair over her ear she walked towards the front desk where Rose herself confronted her
Rose: Pardon me. Can I help you?
MJ: Yeah Mary Jane Watson. I'm covering the Fisk estate sale?
Rose: Rose Rosemann: I'm the head of the estate. I thought Craig said this was marked tomorrow.
MJ: He....did. But I like to get a jump on things.
Rose: Well...I don't. I'm going to ask you to leave. You'll to come back tomorrow.
MJ: Of course. Sorry.
Mary Jane went on her phone as she turned to the door with Rose walking back to the front desk as she heard talk
MJ: Hey Craig....? Yeah I'm here now but....sorry we just....I think we're gonna have to run something else on the cover....
Rose looked over nervous on what she meant by that
MJ: I don't know uh....maybe the expressionist piece?
Rose: Shit.....uh maybe the expressionist piece?
MJ: *Covers the speaker on her phone* Really?
Rose: Yeah. You're here now. No moment like the present.
MJ: Great thank you. *To phone* Craig? Yeah I'm still here. Listen cancel that. We're good.
Rose: Let's get started.
Soon as Rose turn her back to lead her to the back room MJ heard the recording on her phone she turned on while she was "Faking" the call to Craig who sent her there
She turned it off as she fallowed Rose and MJ caught a glimpse of a Samurai sword as they passed it she thought to herself
God....Fisk cut Peter open like a pork sausage with this first time they fought. Pete was lucky to get away but collapsed in my bed when he came in the window of my apartment in Queens. He was half dead and I had to steal my Aunt Anna's car to drive him to the ER. The first to many Nurse MJ moments. And the second one was....hehe not worth talking about right now.
When they walked in the room MJ caught a glimpse of a painting of two warriors standing in both ends and thought again
I can't get over this image. So much tension between these two. When Pete told me about the fight with Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers they had much tension between one another which divided the Avengers to two.
Soon Rose stopped and turned around
Rose: Starting with the prize: A one of a kind Kakiemonbaku.
MJ: It's beautiful. It's a Mifune?
Rose: Correct. Mr. Fisk has....exceptional taste.
MJ pulled out her camera and took a picture which flashed into Rose's eyes she rubbed them for a sec
MJ: Did you know him well...I mean before his arrest?
Rose: In a....professional context.
She lead MJ to the next phase as she spoke
Rose: I handled many of his sales. Let's move on please.
They walked back to the art when MJ thought to herself when Pete told her about the civil war between Capetian America and Iron Man
Rose: Now this exquisite piece exemplifies the traditional tarashikomi puddled-ink effect.
MJ: *Takes a shot* No offence but the two Nio are extremely imposing. I can see why Mr. Fisk loved this peace. That's likely his style
Rose: He loved the duality. "Destruction screams but creation toils in silence."
MJ: I don't mean to pry.
She speaked as they moved on.
MJ: But was there anything irregular in any of the sales you handled for him?
Rose: Oh no....of course not. I mean not that I was aware of. I mean yes I knew he's been in and out of prison from the mishaps in Hell's Kitchen but none in my knowledge.
MJ: It's just....there's a friend of mine who's running for DA in the next election he told me that Mr. Fisk used art sales to launder stolen goods.
Rose: I....heard of his records on that but....I'm....sure I wouldn't know anything about that.
MJ: Oh I know. I'm just curious now that he's arrested if you had ever noticed anything....strange?
Rose: You know what? I'm afraid I'm running short on time. How bout we grab the cover photo while we can.
As Rose walked to a side door MJ kept on speaking
MJ: He also said when I told him I was doing a piece on you....he said your name was familiar.
Rose: Just the photo please.
MJ: Are you sure....there's nothing you'd like to say maybe....off the record of the Kingpin's activities?
Rose: I doubt your readers would have any interest---
Rose was interrupted by a ring tone in the room
Rose: Dammit! Wait here for a moment.
Rose opened the door and went in that room where that ringtone was coming from and....
…..something in that room caught Mary Jane's FULL attention
A Chinese statue, old enough to where it looked as if it was eroding away. But the look alone at the texture from afar rose volumes let alone eyebrows from MJ. *The Nio statue.*
MJ: Is that—No. No way, that shouldn’t even be there.
Camera in hand, she quickly snaps a photo of the statue before the commotion through the other side of the door comes to an abrupt stop, forcing her to conceal the camera away in her jacket. Rose emerges from the room, shutting the door rather vulgarly and while her body language remained tranquil, her eyes betray her.
She was flustered but she couldn’t maintain the composure for long.
Rose: Well then.....Ahh, my dear. I think it’s about time for you to go.
MJ: Oh. Umm, could I—use the restroom real quick?
Rose: Huh. Fine.
MJ: Thank you. Umm, you know this—this is a really lovely space.
Rose: You’re right: it is. And this is the last time you’ll see it. The ladie’s is around the corner.
MJ: Thanks again. Be right back.
No sooner should she make her way should Rose huff in frustration, reaching for her mobile phone.
Pausing right as she got close to the ladies room, she inches further away taking cover behind the janitors cart. The cart reeked of dead pathogens and the aftertaste of dirty mop water, passing the odor of a sewer-like smell as she covered her nose.
*Hello Craig. Funny you should call.*
MJ could only scoot further below the cart hearing Rose’s voice raise higher in pitch and tone from where she was seated.
Rose: Because the reporter you sent clearly is not working the puff piece we agreed upon. No, she’s here now.
In the midst of her pacing in confusion and pent-up frustration, she was guarding the room to the back door, right there in plain sight.
MJ: I got to get into the back room. If that statue is what I think it is, this just turned into a HUGE story.
Waiting and waiting and waiting, she bids her time until Rose gets out the way. Finding time, she quickly slides beside the next exhibit case she sees. She slips up once, she would’ve been spotted.
Rose: What do you mean we had to reschedule? If she’s not your reporter, then who is she? Craig, WHO is in my auction house?!
It went dead silent for well over a minute as she gasps slightly, losing breath but recuperating seconds later. MJ had already moved further across the room but barely had her cover blown with Rose snapping her head over in that direction.
She sees nothing.
Her eyes fumed with anger, projecting it in her voice as she spoke back in the phone.
Rose: No, I do not trust you to fix this.......Well, the first thing I’m gonna do is have Ms. Investigative Journalist arrested and the next thing I’m gonna do is collect your head, Craig.....
MJ: Damn. She’s pissed.
Rose: It is most DEFINITELY a threat. Uh-huh. Sure, Craig.
Soon as her back was turned, the door was left wide open allowing MJ to sneak into the backroom before slightly closing the door. Even the slightest of thuds could alert the woman from the outside but no such thing happened.
Turning back towards the Nio, she froze. The mere sight of it alone raised one question too many.
MJ: Fisk used this to hide away evidence but why didn’t the police take this?
Turning to her right, laid an exhibit case an office table and other expensive/inexpensive items stored in that room. Apart from a brief glimpse of the Nio in a portrait with Rose and Fisk, not much stood out at least at first glance. Following her gut instinct, MJ stares down at the book on that table, so coincidentally left with the Nio statue on the page.
Right below the photo on the right laid the following words:
MJ: The statue can move. Most common pose is latent power: left arm down, mouth closed, right palm facing forward.
CuriosIty struck a serious chord with her, even more so looking beside the end of the desk seeing a portfolio of the statue, holding a golden staff. Eyeing over at the exhibit case with the staffs and back at the Nio, connecting the dots was elementary.
MJ shatters the glass, grabbing the staff near the end of the display case before approaching the statue; twisting its head to the right and shutting its mouth. She readjusts both arms with the right palm facing forward and the left arm down. The staff gets placed in the left arm for good measure.
Matching the original position, a drawer within the statue opens and MJ scuffles through the supply of paper inside but not before staring down at a file tied up with red string. Very little stuck out from its normal decor apart from everything she was holding in her hand.
Even more incriminating: the name of said file.
MJ: “Devils Breath”?
That’s as far as her curiosity would lead her to as the front doors swung open, drawing her attention from within the back room. Five demons in stock black and white suits
It caught Rose Rosemann’s full undivided attention. Drawing herself over to all five individuals, she tried to escort them out safely to no avail as she was slapped down. Almost immediately, she was rendered defenseless.
Demon: *Where is the statue?*
Rose: In—In there.
She points to the back room.
MJ: Not good.
File in hand, she takes the left route out which just so happened to lead into the basement level. Scurrying out right as the demons burst into the room only to find nothing within the statue, they were quickly dispersed throughout the area to search unaware the one they needed to look for had already escaped.
And she had no intention on slowing down.
MJ: I had to hide back here in hopes they wouldn’t find me. I was actually on my way out until I saw some reflective red and blue.
Peter: Oh. Heh, yeah. This—this was a gift from Tony. I just decided to.....take it out for another swing or two.
MJ: I’ll go with “Or two”
Mild chuckle from them both.
Peter: But still, consider yourself lucky to be alive right now.
MJ: Says the guy I saved five minutes ago.
*Hard to dispute that matter.*
Peter just stood there, still somewhat in exasperated awe over the actuality that here he is again, chatting with MJ. After all the months that passed, it honestly felt longer than that. That same mentality had been stuck with him ever since he first met her and now in 2018, it hasn’t really changed all that much.
On a different subject matter, he couldn’t help but notice how sweaty her hands were as she showed him the file she collected earlier.
MJ: Listen, whoever these guys are, they’re after this file.
Peter: What’s in that these guys want so bad?
MJ: Notes on something called “Devils Breath”. Not sure what it is but Fisk was hired to build a research lab for it and.....it scared him. He compares it to Pandora’s Box.
Peter: I don’t like where this is going. Not much shakes Fisk.
MJ: All the more reason they want it. But I can’t get out when the place is swarming with these guys.
Retracting his mask back on, Peter knew his job wasn’t done just yet. Duty calls.
Spider-Man: Ok then......we’re gonna get you and that file out of here. Just, umm.....I’ll take out the bad guys, you sneak to the front and try and make a break when it’s clear.
A slight nod from her goes through to him as she just waves goodbye. Again, he refused to move his eyes away from her in his line of sight as she got to the door. But it only creeks open as Mary Jane stops. She positions herself in the pathway of the door with her arms crossed slightly.
Calling Peter out again, she loses her train of thought briefly before saying the first thing to go through her head.
MJ: It’s good to see you again.
Spider-Man: You too. Not exactly how I pictured us meeting again, though.
MJ: Funny. It’s exactly how I pictured it.
A wink and another brief smile later, she exits the room.
As he watched her shut the door our web slinging hero just stood there awkwardly and couldn't help but to sniff twice
Spider-Man: Did she....change her perfume? Smells really---FOCUS Pete! Focus!
Hyper Genting thermal calories of perfume flavor--
Spider-Man: Yeah I know the flavor.
Your heat seems to increase 40 degree per--
Spider-Man: KAREN!!! Come on man Damn!
Not saying another word Spidey zipped up the ceiling and crawled eyeing the Demon men with Rose being held two rooms away
Spider-Man: Ok Karen...give me visual scan.
Beginning: Visual scan.
The vision of his mask sight scanned around the room calculating eight hostiles. One hostage.
Spider-Man: They'll kill the woman if they spot me....I better pick them off silently
Shall I activate enhance stealth mode?
Spider-Man: Enhance Stealth mode? You didn't tell me you had that.
Mr. Stark operated 40 present stealth technician in your suit.
Spider-Man: Of course he did. Yeah....Enhance Stealth it is.
His suit enhanced it (Not making him invisible) but hardly making any noise as he web zipped and hopped on each holding in the building.
And without raising alarm to the Masked Hostiles he snatched them all in webs one by one
Soon came across the last one by one the next room entrance and zipped kicked him down knocking out the goon
Spider-Man: There. That's all of them. Now to--
NO! LET ME GO!
One of the las Demons dragged MJ out of the back room by her jacket and as he threw her over she dropped the "Devil's Breath" file
He grabbed it and another Demon pointed her gun at MJ
MJ: STOP! PLEASE!
He clicked his gun and Mary Jane just looked away till Pete burst the doors down landing on his feet shot webs at the gun and another's gun pointing at Rose and he yanked them out of their hands
Noticing Spider-Man the Demon with the file ran out of the Auction House and got away with it
Spidey had no time to go after him he had to deal with the remaining hostels to secure the hostages.
Spider-Man: YOU TWO! HIDE!
MJ ran back in the back room as Rose hid behind one of the Statues as the final round with the Masked Men began
Spidey using his spider like reflexes kicked and punched every Demon near him and webbing them to walls
Spider-Man: Not cool with the hostage taking guys. Cause that gets on my BAD side!
Some Demons hand glows like powered fists and tried to hit Spider-Man with them Pete even saw some had glowing scythes and tried to swing at him
Spider-Man: Whoa....what is up with those glowing stuff on your hands and weapons? Wait don't tell me....you guys are ghosts? Never really fought a Ghost before. I mean I've fought spectres but technically spectres are not ghosts. I mean all ghosts are spectres but not all spectres are ghosts.....well you guys get it right?
Get it or not the Demons only responded by trying to kill him and Spidey kept dodging their attacks the axes made the flour and walls exploded each time they were hit on them
But just a few short minutes Pete beat down and webbed up the last ones to flour and walls
Spider-Man: Whoo! Daily cardio: Check.
After catching his breath Pete approached one on the flour and took off his mask observing it and a little curious
Spider-Man: Huh. Looks antique. But I wonder where it came from. I can tell it's chines. Maybe I know who can help me ID and track down what it is and where it's from.
Spidey heard sirens approaching
Spider-Man: I guess it'll have to wait. Better let Yuri take over here.
As Spidey left the room the screen fades only to cut to when New York's finest was observing the knocked out Demons even cutting the ones on the walls down from the webs
Rose soon spotted Mary Jane and approached her fast and seriousness in her eyes
Rose: I just talked to Craig before this disaster. You are NOT the reporter he was suppose to send. You're not even working with Heritage Arts!
MJ: I never said I did. I work for the Daily Bugle.
Rose: Wha….n---you....you will NOT write a SINGLE word of what you saw here.....
MJ holds her camera up to her on Record mode
MJ: For the record. What'd you know about the file those Masked Men stole? And the long history of stolen goods the Kingpin of Crime laundered at the auction house
Rose: That....I never....I....screw this! YOUR Editor will be hearing from OUR Attorney!
Rose stormed out like an angry parent and MJ felt a vibration in her left pocket she pulled out her eyephone received a text from Pete
Hey you alright?
She replies as she walked towards the exit
Yeah. Fine. But they got away with that file I told you about.
Damn. Sorry. Can I make it up to you? Say....Dinner at Micks?
MJ: Mick's? *Chuckles* As if the last six months never happened? Ah what the hell.
Sure. See you in five minutes.
Five minute later Pete and MJ sat in a booth both chuckling for the last time they were at Mick's it use to be a Burger Restaurant but now it's Italian that still serves fries
They hadn't been here since their last date before the brake up and since it's been month a bit much changed around here
MJ: Since when did Micks become Italian?
Peter: I have no idea. Ned and I came here one day and it caught us by surprise. Even seeing Stan come here on his spare time.
MJ: I know. I normally see him at the Café in Queens when he's not at his shop.
Peter: They got good pizza. But not as good as Eddie's. Still glad they make these fries.
Pete and MJ both took a fry and ate them
MJ: Totally. Best in the city.
Peter: So uh....how's the grind at the Bugle?
MJ: Hm. The same. Betty's still asking about you. About Ned mostly. Robbie's still protesting when he calls Johana at his show. Just to get him laughed at by his viewers. He did gave me my so-called antics tonight. So I guess I'll be meeting with the legal team. Again.
Peter: Ah I wouldn't count on it. When he reads the article you're gonna write guaranteed promotion.
MJ: *Giggles* So.....about the creepy mask guys. What's your take? Friends of yours?
Peter: Never met them. Must be new in town. And maybe just another night in the city. What's your take?
MJ: I think there's a bigger story to them. But let's not make this about business. How's Otto? Did you guys get that promotion yet?
Peter: No but....we're on the cusp of something really big. Something that will change the world forever.
MJ: That's great.
Peter: Yeah and.....he knows my identity.
Peter: My suit got messed up during the fight with Fisk I...tried to fix it at the lab but....he walked in on me. He said he keep my secret but....taught me a lesson to not leave the door unlocked.
MJ: I should hope so. But then a locked door didn't stop me from finding out.
Peter: Yeah....but on the positive side we're close to a brake through.
MJ: I'm happy for you Pete. But you know Oscorp would hire you in a heartbeat. One phone call to Harry....
Peter: Yeah. But....Dr. Octavius's work will help MILLIONS. I feel like I'm where I'm "Meant" to be.
MJ: You looked up to him since college. Your job with him almost sounds more important than your other job. I never heard you talk like that before.
Peter: I guess so much can change in six months.
MJ: Pete? Why did you ask me here? Do you even remember why we broke up?
Peter: This is a trick question isn't it?
They soon turn out the window seeing police cars outside ride pass them even Pete's phone vibrated on the table
The Caller ID said: "Yuri"
MJ smirked as Pete answered
Peter: Hey. Just saw the units heading down third. Where's the fire?
Looks like our old friend Herman Schultz is at it again.
Peter: Oh....*Eyes at MJ* What a....Shocker.
MJ chuckled softly
Peter: I thought his parole was decline.
Yeah. But someone made a bail for him after it didn't take. We don't know by who.
Peter: No worries. Herman's a big cupcake I'll have him back in Rykers by bedtime.
Peter hung up made eye contact with Mary Jane
MJ: Saved by the Captain.
Peter: Sorry. Talk to you later?
MJ: Yeah. Just go.
Pete was about to head for the door till he heard a man's voice call his name Pete turned to see...…
…..it was Stan (Stan Lee) (1922 - 2018) the comic maker and old friend of his Uncle Ben's
Stan: Ahh good to see you true believer. Gosh I haven't seen you since....I really can't say it enough no matter how much time passed. I'm still sorry about your Uncle Ben. He was a good man. He was the best.
Peter: Thanks Stan. Seeing you just reminds me how we use to come to your shop together. After the mess I made at your house while house sitting for you.....I felt kinda bad.
Stan: Oh water under the bridge my boy. Hey if you ever come by the shop again I got some Merry Marvel mayhem to get the old pulse pounding?
Peter: Thanks. I'll likely stop by when I can. For now I gotta go. But I'll come by.
Stan: Well nuff said. Anytime you need inspiration you'll know where to find me.
Nodding directly at him, he waltz straight out the door but not before he turned directly back towards MJ. She only waved goodbye at him with that infectious smile not doing much to hide the interior expression from within as he left. The doorbell jangling rung to dead silence.
Already having placed the check down, MJ found it hard to just get up and leave. Not when she’s still staring at Peter leaving from the other side of the window. No sooner should she finally get up and head for the door amidst the distraction came Stan.
Stan: So good seeing you two together again. You always were my favorites.
MJ: Thanks, Stan. Feels good to be back.
This suffocating cloud of sadness came over her all of a sudden as she stares back at Pete just walking off in the darkness all by his lonesome on the sidewalk; a reminder of the exact spot she was when they first met nine years ago. She felt this sudden urge to go up and just hug him, fighting back the abundance of tears she felt trickling out her eye sockets.
While the break-up was necessary, it did little to hide her feelings and shield her true intentions: Deep down, she missed him.
But the past was the past.
And the present was just as important as glass and debris blew from the confines of Audrey’s Finest down on the streets of Madison and Herman Schultz aka Shocker (Bokeem Woodbine) steps through, breathing as heavily from the helmet as his sweat drenched his yellow plaid protective suit. His vibro-Shock gauntlets
Spider-Man: Hi, Herman.
As quickly as he appeared, Herman pushed himself off the ground groaning loudly as he vanished with this loud crash vibrating off the ground as he left the scene.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t get far before he notices loose web threads falling behind him. It pretty much told him Spider-Man was following him.
Shocker: Give it up. You’re never gonna catch me.
Spider-Man: That’s what you said last time.
Shocker: I don’t wanna hurt you, man. You’ll just slow me down.
Spider-Man: Ok, that’s considerate.
That was a first, seeing how Herman didn’t want actually want to do any serious damage.
Even more-so, despite his vibro-shock units creating high-pressure air blasts to help guide his path, not much destruction was actually left in his wake by the time he and Spidey past the Brooklyn bridge. That only rose more red flags as Herman stopped bouncing on the streets and onto the rooftops.
Peter knew something was up.
Spider-Man: What’s all the money for, Herman?
Shocker: Why do you care?
Spider-Man: One: Because you know the police are watching your every move, so you shouldn’t be robbing again. And two: just trying to make polite conversation.
Shocker: Well, I’m done talking.
Bouncing off one of the fixed antenna pieces, Spidey barely had enough time to dodge an incoming seismic blast from Shocker as the rupturing dipper effect skins past him, caving a wall into two apartment complexes next to one another.
But then came another one.
And another one.
And another one. By this point, it was getting ridiculous.
Spider-Man: Seriously, Herman? I knew you were dumb but I didn’t think you’d be THIS dumb. You know the cops are watching your every move. Desperate much? If you’re not stealing for yourself, you’re obviously working with someone.
Spider-Man: Or FOR someone.
Spider-Man: Look, Herman. I’m sure I can help. You can either tell me now or I’ll punch it out if you later. Your choice.
Another seismic blast barely knocking him out the air was enough to answer his question. But barely recovering amongst the effect above a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, he couldn’t leave himself hanging out for long. Opting his visual lenses to zoom the distance feed ahead, he finds Shocker still fleeing but also two pipes sticking out from the roof.
Attaching two webs to the pipes, bending back as far as the body would let him and letting go, he sprung amongst himself forward letting the magnitude of his kinetic energy carry him the rest of the way as he tackles Shocker square off his feet, barely catching him red-handed.
Spider-Man: Gotcha. Now let’s talk.
Shocker: I said.....I’M DONE TALKING!!!
A back elbow and straight punch later, he attempts to flee but gets blinded by the silk of the webbing and crashes back on the roof. No sooner does Spidey flip Shocker back up to his feet, does ANOTHER seismic blast in his direction send him flying off the roof into freefall.
Webshooters couldn’t help him much, for the electrical interference of seismic blast shorted them. This left either one of two options left and Peter took the least extravagant, pulling out a built-in parachute, deployed from the spider symbol on his back. Despite not reaching a certain higher altitude, it was the best case scenario since the webshooters were available. But at least it helped him land flat on his feet.
He did say he was done talking.
Spider-Man: Dually noted.
He had shrug off the parachute as it blinded him momentarily. Since it was STILL the only one in its unity, Peter needed to remember to come back for it to be resupplied after its use. Webbing it up to the wall and cautiously crawling back on all fours, his optimism quickly dashed to disappointment not seeing Herman anywhere in sight. Even with a built-in surveying the area nearby, he found no traces of the yellow plaided villain anywhere to be found.
Spider-Man: Damn it.
A far from enjoyable conflict this time around for Peter. But then again, none of his confrontations with Shocker were exactly the definition of greatness. His first official scuffle with Herman was extremely one-sided at worst and very underwhelming at best. But responsibility comes through a lot.
So he went on patrol to scout and monitor for him. Still nothing. He had laid low for the time being. However this free space of time; It made him think back to the demon mask from the gallery. He figured until he popped back on the radar, he’d take the initiative and get some background info on what he found earlier.
Incoming call from......
The line picks up.
He got away, didn’t he?
Spider-Man: Just barely.
Damn it. At least, we’re still monitoring his movements. Did you at least know anything about his motive?
Spider-Man: Tried that already. He’s not very talkative. Plus, I think he hates me.
You have that effect on a lot of people.
Spider-Man: But you like me, right?
I TOLERATE you.
From that moment, the line cuts off. Leaving Peter speechless for only a moment, he couldn’t help but to think “That might just be the nicest thing she ever said to me.”
She doesn’t sound at all like what she said.
Spider-Man: Like she said, got that effect on a lot of people.
In coming call from: Mary Jane
A confused “Hmm” passes through Peters lips, seeing how unexpected this came. But spontaneous excitement flustered his thought process as he quickly picks up the line albeit shuddering and stumbling over what to say. All that did come to mind was.....
Spider-Man: MJ. You’re up late.
Just catching up on the news. Looks like you had quite an event with Shocker tonight.
Spider-Man: He was unusually combative. Not in the mood for my usual chatter.
None of your enemies are.
Spider-Man: Yeah, well, it’ll grow on ‘em. By the way, uhh.....Glad to know you’re checking in on me after all this time. To what do I owe you this call?
chuckles How about a favor? You still got that mask from the gallery?
Spider-Man: Yeah. I’m actually about to head to the F.E.A.S.T center to ask Martin about it.
Martin Li? How come?
Spider-Man: He’s got a degree in art history. If anybody knows the origins of that mask, it’s gonna be him.
Suppose that makes sense. Anyways, make sure to keep me in the loop when you find out. I’m positive there’s a bigger story behind this and I plan to be the one to break it.
Spider-Man: No problem.
Peter froze. Almost cutting the line off, he felt awkward just trying to go through that motion. And it wouldn’t paint him well considering the two just started patching up, only to squander it again. In order to make sure what was happening wasn’t a one time thing, he squirrelly mutters.....
Spider-Man: So.....we’re cool now?
He was surprised to hear her say “Absolutely”.
Spider-Man: You mean I can call you.....like whenever?
Sure. Whenever, wherever, whatever.
A massive sigh of relief resonates through Peters body, feeling massive weight from the shoulders just dissipate away as the line hangs up on the other side and the mask retracts away.
Peter: Heh. Guess we’re talking again. Cool.
It seemed Pete's luck with MJ was finally changing but it did depend where there relationship now was going from this
Remembering MJ asking him if he remembered why they broke up was the only dent in it giving how much HE missed her too and the funny thing was he barely remembered the reason he mostly thought it was cause they were both too busy but THAT was NOT the biggest reason
And no it was not cause of Peter's other ex Felicia Hardy they didn't pair up officially till AFTER the brake up but that was more of a complicated story than with Mary Jane cause May had a real reason of being relived her nephew was not with Felicia no more
But hours later it was morning finally and after Peter waited while texting and eating a donut he changed out of his costume and into his social attire and walked in the shelter up to the second flour to Martin Li's office
He was writing a letter to May which seemed odd....and he looked like he was sweating nervously
But his trance broke off when he heard a knock on his door Li looked up fast and putted his note in a drawer storing his journal
Martin *Ahem* Come in.
The door slightly opened with Pete poking his head in with a smile making Li smile back
Martin: Peter. How are you son?
Peter: Oh same old same old. I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Li....
Martin: Nonsense. I feel no bothers of you or anyone. What can I do for you?
Peter: I....kinda need to show you a little something. I have a friend from the Bugle named Mary Jane. She's doing a story on art imports and she stumbled across this piece she couldn't make heads or tales with. So she asked me to find expert opinion on it and I know you have a degree---
Martin: And this might be the first time I actually get to use it.
Peter: Well something like that.
Martin: *Chuckles* Very well show me what it is.
Peter set his back pack on Li's desk who looked at it curiously and Pete pulled out the Demon mask which made Martin's eyes widen and felt his heart beating too fast like he was being haunted
Pete held up the mask as Martin slowly took it looking DEAD in it's pained emotionless eyes
Martin: Interesting. Nothing I thought would be in a city like this. Where did she find it?
Peter: Uh....she didn't tell me. She was working another story till she came across it. What is it?
Martin: It's a uh....
Martin was loosing words fast his sweat began to run down again which made Pete worry a little
Martin: It's a replica of an Antique Chines opera mask. I haven't seen one like this in years. Dated back when I was in an Orphanage in Hong Kong.
Martin turned the mask to it's back side and the cines symbol on it was familiar enough to ID the mask
Martin: The symbol in the back roughly translates to the darkest legend in all of China. They call it the "Demon".
Peter: The "Demon"?? What's that?
Martin: It's a Myth that inspires negativity and darkness. My father....before he and my mother left me at the Orphanage told me....ghost stories about it. Scared the hell out of me....it made me tell it to kids at school I got laughed at about it. But....it was no laughing matter when it came to this mask and symbol.
Martin handed Peter back the mask and Li's expression soon turned serious
Martin: Peter I need to listen to me carefully. That mask it's.....there's a BIG possibility it's connected to very VERY dangerous people. Your friend may need to find a different story.
Peter: Why? You don't think she's in trouble do you?
Martin: I....I don't know. I hope not. But she could be. So why take the risk?
Peter: I asked her that myself when we dated in High School. But knowing her....it's likely she would.
Martin: Well trust me Pete. You may need to talk her out of it. These people....they really mean business.....and they shoot first and NOT ask questions. So....
Peter: I'll....talk to her. I promise. See you Mr. Li.
Peter grabbed his bag and headed out of the office leaving Li with the same serious expression on his face and he soon looked directly at the shrine of his parents
Giving us a funny feeling there's more about his past than what he just told Peter
Soon as Pete walked down the hall of the second flour to the stairs by the exit he pulled his phone out speed dialing Mary Jane
Hey Pete. So what did he say?
Peter: Pretty disturbing things. Mr. Li said the symbol in the mask means "Demon". He seemed so spooked he told me to tell you you should drop the story and find another one.
Haha! Fat chance! A story like that makes me wanna keep digging. What scared him though? Does Mr. Li know more than what he's letting on?
Peter: Nah. He probably just had a scary flashback or something. His childhood was pretty rough. It probably just gave him grim reminder.
That makes sense. I can bet mine wasn't any better than his. So....Demons huh? That's a Catchy Name. Well thanks for the update Pete. See ya soon.
The line hung up and Pete silently chuckled to himself thinking that went as well as he hoped he looked back again at Li's office before going down the stairs to the exit getting a tingling feeling but not by his spider sense but the feeling you get when you feel something bad is heading your way
But Pete looked back head down the stairs and out the door heading back to Octavius Industries
Today didn’t look to be that day luckily. A text message from Otto went through to him stating: We’ve just got a breakthrough. Get here quickly.
That form of breakthrough came in the form of what should be a glorified waiting game back at the lab. The prosthetic arm was finally being tested on an actual test subject on a former war Veteran with no left arm: the perfect opportunity to test it out. Otto could sense nervousness on the behalf of the veteran but none that could be visibly detected.
Everyone has those moments where your hands are shaking, the time stops ticking, everything is just set out of motion when the notion is still possible that you could be wrong. That’s where Otto did not want to be.
Otto: Don’t worry. We’ve tested it beforehand.
Veteran: How does it work?
Otto: Like a natural arm.
Briefly eying over at Peter as he walked in the room with his labcoat on, that big fat smile on his face was all he needed to hear about his presence needed.
Otto: Just think of what you want it to do and.....
No other words needed to be further expressed but a cloud of worry hung directly over their heads. Despite Peters work on the prosthetic arm beforehand, there’s always the possibility that they missed something. An arm like that has so many different moving parts that contribute to its movement that if one little thing goes out of wack, it’s a trainwreck and everything falls out of place.
Very early signs, however, said otherwise. Finger movement was evasive as well as wrist and elbow extension. Motion detection was a solid plus as the arm, as careful as a tortoise, reached for the paper cup across from him and slowly lifted it up.
Otto could help how his voice cracked as he laughed in excitement for they had reached momentary success for now.
The success however was cut short. Three site workers, one female, two male walked in from the door and immediately began renovating the area; none of which please Peter or Octavius in the slightest.
They had to know what was going on.
Peter: Hey! What’d you think you’re doing?
Site worker: This sites been declared a safety hazard.
She says as she hands him a clipboard, one in which Peter doesn’t bother to look at since he still didn’t know what the hell was going on.
Peter: By whom?
He asks to no avail as his question fell on deaf ears. Being ignored made him understandable ticked off a little.
Peter: Hey, I asked you a question!
The questions were getting them nowhere, for the place was getting ransacked top to bottom. From trinkets and tools to the more expensive, fragile gadgets and equipments used for said procedures, they were practically getting robbed of their life’s work. All of their toolboxes, documents, everything.
Otto: Stop that right now!
He says as he takes the tool box away.
Otto: This is very sensitive equipment. You know—that’s it. I’m calling the mayors office directly.
Otto: Speak Of the devil.
The devil, this being one Norman Virgil Osborn (Bryan Cranston), the co-founder, owner and President of Oscorp Industries and collectively, the mayor of New York City since 2006. He burst into the room with his arms up, looking ecstatic as ever with this gleefully pompous smile covering his face.
Norman: How the hell are you?
Peter: Mr. Osborn, I, uh....
Norman: C’mon now. How long have we known each other, Peter? It’s Norman. Norman.
Still every bit as shy as he was when they first met, he thought to himself. Not that it was a bad thing. Confidence came along the way but it was nice to know that sheltered side of Peter didn’t change much.
Otto: What are you doing here, Norman?
Norman: Good to see you too old friend. The grant agreement you signed has strict safety provisions.
He says as he hands the clipboard over to Otto who just skims through all the cursive writing, checkmarks and innuendos Hidden in the text. He scoffs at the sight, realizing it brought up similar violations that nearly brought down his line of work but didn’t.
Norman: You know this isn’t your first violation.
Otto: Please. These were excused.
Norman: By me. But you should’ve confiscated this equipment a long time ago.
Otto: But we just got a breakthrough.
Demonstrating to the veteran solider with the prostatic arm attached. A small sentiment of fear and a very inhuman chill crawled up Otto’s spine, seeing Norman basically tend to his patient with his experiment literally dangling over the empty arm socket.
Norman: Thank you for your great service to our country. These folks will escort you to Oscorp Robotics where you’ll receive the latest in prosthetics, no charge.
Escorting him out without his consent, red flags were raised and Otto was not a happy man.
Otto: This isn’t about safety infractions, is it?
Norman: I’m just trying to help you, Otto. You’re free to continue your work......but in a more naturally secure environment.
Otto: At Oscorp.
Norman: You were always the smartest guy in the room.
Otto: You haven’t changed a damn bit.
Norman: Neither have you.
His preverbal efforts at hiding that crooked grin doesn’t get Norman far; Otto could see straight through his lies and deceit: using this accident as an excuse to to have his grant funding revoked and confiscate all his materials and research. No ultimatum would make Otto change his mind about Norman.
Those days were long gone. But it didn’t stop Norman from poking the bear even more.
Norman: Hey, Peter. Harry will be back from his trip to Europe in a few weeks time. Maybe you two could finally get a headstart on the business you both dreamed about.....
Otto looked at them odd hearing that Norman is trying to get Pete work for him instead of Otto he wasn't mad at Pete but at Norman for even having the nerve to try to have his assistant quit on him and work at a business run by Oscorp
Peter: I appreciate the offer Norman.....but I’m right where I need to be.
Norman: Never say never. This is opportunity knocking.
Even on the way out the door, that smug smirk wouldn’t leave Norman as he made his way out. The sooner he left, the quicker Otto could clear his head. Peter could see him struggling to sit down so he had to monitor him slightly, advising him to be careful.
Morale was surprisingly low for Otto but not that it kept Peter from trying.
Peter: Well, they didn’t take everything. Maybe we could start over—
Otto: Peter.....there’s no “we”.....at least not anymore. Without the grant from the city, I won’t be able to pay you. I mean.....I know your other job requires no extra charge but.....
He didn’t need to elaborate any further. This left Peter in a lot of different ways: troubled, confused, conflicted and a wee bit exasperated.....exactly how he felt when his parents left. But both understandably stumped with nowhere left to go, they had to accept and come to grips with the circumstances as best as they could. The depressed Peter latched onto Otto, hugging him as long as he could not wanting to have to let go of this part of him.
Otto: If I were you, I think I’d look for another job.
Peter only nods. As much as it tore him up, he couldn’t deny facts: he needed money. He needed stability. But Otto no longer had the means to make it so.
Back on patrol, Peter, instead of swinging, relied on jumping from building to building, taking a mid-evening run to try and cool his head. He was the furthest from his happy-go-lucky self as he ever was. The funding got cut from his job so he’s more than likely to be let go, his apartment is on the verge of being evicted and whatever the Demons has related to this “Devils Breath”, it was only going to make his REAL JOB all that more complicated.
It made him wonder sometimes when it ever got that complicated as he took this moment to catch his breath, dangling on the edge of the rooftop in one of the buildings in Hell’s Kitchen.
This rare unusual reflection of Peters personality struck Karen as off.
What’s the matter, Peter? You seem mopier than usual.
Peter: I think I just lost my job, Karen. The city—Norman, actually—pulled our funding.
He only nods.
Peter: I just wish there was a way I could help Doc.
Aww Peter, I’m sorry. If Harry was here, maybe he’d talk some sense into his dad.
Peter: Well, that’s the problem: Norman never listens to Harry. Even tried to kill funding for his research stations.
Regardless of such, I believe he will make the right decision in the foreseeable future. As for you, you can find another source to exploit your talents towards. Your work is too important.
Peter: I suppose.....
Incoming call from: Yuri Watanabe
Urgency and panic sets in as the mask retracts back around his face and neck. Time to head back to work for real.
Spider-Man: Accept. Yuri?
We just managed to track down Shocker. He’s robbing a bank on East-Thirty First.
Spider-Man: Should’ve seen that coming.
I did manage to get more information on how he even got released in the first place. Remember how I said “someone made bail for him when it didn’t take”? Turns out that was completely falsified. Turns out one of the guards just walked up to his cell, released him, then gave him his suit back.
Spider-Man: I knew he was working with someone.
Oh trust me: somehow it gets weirder than that. The guard who released him? He’s dead. I can only assume Shocker didn’t want any loose ends. But from looking back at the footage, the guard appeared to be in some sort of trance. And maybe it might be the lighting from the video, but his eyes appeared to be glowing.
Spider-Man: Creepy. Alright then. I’ll see what I get out of Shocker when I get to the bank.
Police cruisers and first responders had already arrived at said bank on East Thirty First but no officers were outside themselves.
Logging in at camera six, small crackles of static ripples through the video footage of the bank as Shocker once again shows himself with two stockpile bags of money in his hands walking out of the vault. Ruble and debris laid on the outside of the vault and no means of security were in sight as every officer who entered the bank to apprehend Shocker laid battered and broken....or worse.
The only means of security Shocker happened to run into was the dangling 5’10 human spider creeping in on him AGAIN just as he was walking out with the money. And it annoyed him.
Spider-Man: Herman, c’mon now. I’m not in the mood for this.
Shocker: Not now, bug boy.
Spider-Man: Hey look, I’m just doing my job. I’m no parole officer but that’s gotta be a parole violation.
Zipping the bags of money out of his hands but the silk still sticking to his palms, Shocker had to take the incoming assault as Spider-Man zipped forward and tackled him back into the vault, all of which was recorded on Camera 06. Crawling on his back to tie up the yellow plaid menace the easy way, Herman was having none of that. The use of his gauntlets helped him bounce up to the ceiling nearly crushing Spidey in the debris, getting him off his back.
Wanting a hasty retreat, he rushes out the vault only for Spidey to shoot a thread around his neck and chuck him back in the vault before he kips up and shuts the vault door.
Spider-Man: Whoops, guess we’re stuck in here for a while. How about we play twenty questions?
Not having any of it, Shocker throws a punch but misses.
Spider-Man: Thumb wrestle?
Dodges another punch.
Spider-Man: Alright, fine. Face punch it is.
When he comes back with a punch of his own, the metal on his suit barely scrapes some of the paint job off the left side of his mask. But that didn’t stop Shocker from blowing Peter back again into the vault door, crumbling it off its hinges completely and crashing back into the main hall.
Flipping out but quickly catching his balance, he finds the place swarming in a whirlwind of money: most of which was in Herman’s duffle-bags. The look on Herman’s face as he was storming out would’ve been priceless but Pete didn’t have to see it to envision it.
Because he’s already seen it one time too many.
Spider-Man: Whoa! I forgot your gauntlets are all digital now.
Shocker: Argh! Have it your way. You wanna fight?! LET'S FIGHT!
Shocker blasted shockwaves only for Spidey to leap off the chandelier and to a pillar
Spider-Man: Man....I really can't wait to put you back in jail so we can talk science!
He lands on the flour just for Shocker to create a blastering shield around himself and kept firing at Pete
Spider-Man: Remember when we met? It was under that bridge you and the other Shocker guy with those alien weapons? Me so young....and stupid I'll admit and you and the first Shocker just.....stupid!
Shocker: Yeah and what was it you said? If I'm gonna shoot at something.....SHOOT AT YOU!
He fired again only this time he hit him forcing him across the room but thanks to the iron armor it protected him from any sever damages
Spider-Man: Karen....get me the full scan of his suit.....I need a way to shut that force field down.
Already on it. It's gonna take me Nano minutes so try to keep him occupied.
Spider-Man: Sure....whatever you say....
Shocker then created a MASSIVE wave which nearly tumbled the room down Spidey had never seen Herman behave this way that is.....worse than he normally does
Plus from what Yuri told him earlier one question popped into Pete's head
Spider-Man: Why you doing this Herman?!
Shocker: Because if I don't they'll kill me!
Spider-Man: Not if you turn yourself in. Yuri can offer you protection. If you come clean we can help you.
Shocker: Then just let me have my money!
He fired again and again and again and Spidey felt like a sitting duck with Karen taking her time
Spider-Man: Kar Ren.....
Spider-Man: THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL NANO MINUTES?!
Shocker busted a powered fist into the flour shaking it a bit with Pete then landing on a pillar of the chandelier
Spider-Man: Come on Herm. Just tell me who you're working for and maybe I can help you cut a deal.
Shocker: Nah! If I talk I'M DEAD! They made that VERY clear!
Spider-Man: You're freaking me out Herman. I've never seen you scared of people before.
Shocker: That's the thing. I'm not even sure these guys ARE people. They could be anything under those masks....
Spider-Man: Wait a minute.....did you say....."Masks"?
Shocker: I said enough!
He fired again and Spidey leaped to the next pillar which Shocker's wave destroyed the first one
Pete. I've calculated a weak point in his suit. Nothing physical can penetrate that shield but drop something heavy and blunt should be able to brake through it.
Spider-Man: Heavy and Blunt huh?
Spider-Man looked over at the broken pillar and then up to the chandelier down to see Shocker standing under it about to fire again giving Pete an idea
Spider-Man: THAT'S IT!
Shocker fired again but Spider-Man leaped to the next one with the blast destroying that too then the same happen with the other pillars and the Chandelier began to loose it's grip on the ceiling
Shocker looks up and the darn thing collapses on him pinning him to the flour and his shield was shut down
Spider-Man: Sorry Shock. But you brought this on yourself. Literally.
Seems that was the end of an era and it wasn't long soon as police came in soon as the noise died down when Spidey came out of the bank it was already night time and he soon saw Yuri by a fire truck and walked up to her
Yuri: How'd it go?
Spider-Man: He's all yours now. But man....he was scared and desperate.
Yuri: Well good work. We already have a special cell waiting for him at the raft. We'll make sure if his next Peral doesn't make bail he'll stay behind bars this time.
Spider-Man: There's one more thing. I think he's working for the Demons. They're everywhere all of a sudden.
Yuri: Demons? That sounds like one of the Daily Bugle headline. I'm sure Jameson would find it interesting.
Spider-Man: With or Without Jameson I hear they use to have very talented photographers. But now they have some very good reporters so....the Bugle's still a perfectly fine news organization.....
Yuri: Not sure I call it better news than the Daily Globe.
Spider-Man: Well....anyway.....have you had ANY reports on demons.....er….guys with masks....?
Yuri: Actually I have. For the last couple of months or less.....since Osborn's re-election was announced.....they have been pretty busy. Hitting a lot of Fisk properties. Construction Sites. Warehouses. Office Holdings.
Spider-Man: You think they're after the Kingpin? Why not just hit the Raft?
Yuri: Maybe they're actually trying to steal things from him now that he's locked up.
Spider-Man: Damn. You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yuri: Brewing gang war. We should probably get ahead of it.
Spider-Man: Agreed. Are they're any Fisk Properties that weren't hit yet?
Yuri: I know just one. One of my patrolling officers reported a bunch of activity at one of his shipyards in Portside.
Spider-Man: What did he use it for?
Yuri: No idea. But I think I know someone who does. Let me send an officer to help you there. His name's Jefferson Davis.
THAT last name "Davis" for some reason sounded familiar to our friendly neighborhood hero
Yuri: He's been working the Fisk case since that explosion in Hell's Kitchen. If anyone knows what's going on at that shipyard it's him.
Spider-Man: Thanks Yuri. When Spider-Cop's on the job come hell or high water the job gets---
Yuri: AWE HELL NO!
Yuri rushed to her police car not wanting to hear that last part she turned the ignition and rode off with sirens running
Spider-Man: She'd never admit it. But the chief was warming up to Spider-Cop. His casual disregard for by-the-book- thinking was a breath of fresh air. She'd come around. Some day.
Hehehehe your impressions might inspire her if given an opportunity to feel right about something.
Spider-Man: Then cross your fingers Karen. But uh.....in the meantime what can you tell me about this cop she's sending: One Jefferson Davis. There's something about his last name that sounds awfully familiar.
I still have the Baby Monitor protocol installed. Searching database.
Mere seconds later, results come in.
Jefferson Davis. Born on 1987 Graduated with honors in Brooklyn University. He’s one of the Skilled fighters with extensive firearm training, extensive knowledge of organized crime. 44 years old, 5’10. Husband and father of one. His brother is a few years younger than him.
Spider-Man: Can I get the brothers name?
It’s a rather familiar one at that. Aaron Davis.
Spider-Man: Aaron Davis.
The association with him to Jeff Davis was obviously apparent; nobody would deny the two are brothers. But something about that name also rung a bell or two yet Peter couldn’t place his finger on it.
At least until he asked Karen for a photo ID.
It was at that moment then and there, staring at a digital imprint of Aaron Davis’ (Donald Glover) ID, that everything started coming back to him. Not exactly in a very positive light also.
Spider-Man: Ahhh Jesus, it’s “Mr. Criminal”.
I’m gonna have nightmares over this, he thought to himself, cringing over the little mistakes he made from when he was still new to the whole vigilante trip. He wasn’t exactly expecting any families to get tied up in the midst of his “investigation” but fate can be cruel sometimes.
And more things than not, it is.
Spider-Man: Ah Jesus, I’m in for a rough one. Set coordinates to that shipyard.
The last of many of pickup trucks towed on into the shipyard near the construction site. One of Fisk’s men was already guarding the main entrance just as more of Fisk’s armored squadron piled out the back of the pickup truck, mobilizing around the area. Crowding around in the dark, guarding retail gates, perched upon rooftops to take a sniping position, time was in the essence for them
They were prepared to guard this shipyard no matter what it took or die trying.
Just do your job. Guard that shipyard with your heart on your sleeve.....and if they set one toe inside the vault, I will have your head.
Fisk guard: No worries, boss. Tripling security. Demons won’t touch a thing.
Not much was left to dispute as it the line cuts off.
Fisk guard: Alright, listen up! Boss may be in lockup but that don’t mean his hardwares up for grabs. The demons have moved in on our caches and two have already gone missing. We’re not losing anymore, understand?!
All guards minus one piped in and agreed. Shortly after he made his presence clear, he found himself panicking and resisting heavily trying to break free, only to get flipped backwards and fall flat on the upper half of his back.
The metallic clang of Peters Iron Spider suit met with the rooftop as he rebalanced himself and scopes the area from afar. A light tingling sound caught his attention however as he felt the excessive nanites that compile his suit slither off his arms, legs, back and face and pile up within the Spider emblem on his chest, leaving nothing but the Stark suit underneath.
No other tears or rips were present in said suit anymore much to Peters bewilderment.
Spider-Man: Wait. My suit.
I had repaired the vacuum seal of the suit and further tightened its enhanced durability while you were visiting Mr. Li. Surely, there won’t be any such incidents this time.
Spider-Man: Well, what do you know? Thanks.
Focusing back on the matter at hand, the shipyard amongst first glance was very deserted, possibly abandoned at one point. But given its location aside one of the many construction sites in the city, let alone one by the pier, Peter begged to differ.
However the area was more heavily guarded than it needed to be.
With this much right security around a safe-house, it did make him wonder exactly WHAT caches the Demons were looking for. They’ve already invaded the auction house so they’ve made it clear whatever beef they had with Fisk appeared to be strictly more than professional.
Spider-Man: Demons got them tripling security. I’ve got to see what they’re guarding. But whatever it is, I don’t want EITHER of their hands on it.
Adjusting his eye lenses squinting forward so the camera shutter lenses caught a clear target, Fisk’s snipers were the clear line of sight by a wide margin. Five snipers scattered throughout the shipyard, all armed, equal distance separated between one another.
Spider-Man: This is gonna be easy. Karen, thinking what I’m thinking?
He says as he scrolls through the HUD display on his fingers at all 576 web shooter combinations and swipes two options from the side.
Stun web and ricochet web.
Web shooters armed and loaded, he turns away as he fires both webs at the nearest searchhouses poised with a sniper inside. One looking through the scope caught a shadow on the very outside of the shipyard flipping through each building while being as surreptitious as possible.
Sniper #1: Hey, Jimmy. I think we g—
Cut short by a pulsating blue ball of webs, he’s blindsided as he falls back and nearly drops the rifle. A minute after recovery, he’s knocked woozy yet again. And then the ball kept coming back, ricocheting off of every wall, every door and every other sniper guard in the shipyard like Space Cadet 3D pinball.
Always hitting its target and never letting up.
The last two of the snipers got did in with another violent brush of the ricochet web only to the misfortune of the ground team as a sniper round went off blasting straight through one of the guards legs and rendering him one leg short as he shouted in agony.
Not long before the others rushed to his aid, one felt guard felt silk attached to his legs. Before long, it forcefully yanked him away dragging him alongside the concrete as the others began getting yanked away as well. No reaction time was given as they got plastered onto the wall and webbed up into a cocoon.
Hiding in the shadows, Spidey’s Spider sense tingled as he jumped back behind a crowbar wielding guard and knocked him sillily with a roundhouse kick only to incapacitate another approaching guard with a Web hammer and sent him face first into the wall. As for the wounded guard, he barely managed to maintain his leverage as he held up his rifle in a crouching position targeted at the back of Peters head.
The ricochet web however incapacitated him from pulling the trigger.
Spider-Man: Area clear.
The Doppler effect was in effect as the whirring of sirens slowly vibrated louder and approached closer to the shipyard, causing Peter to take a Yo-yo stance and just hide out in the open for the cop car to stroll on in.
The sirens wear off, the door opens and out steps Jefferson Davis (Morris Chestnut), uniform badge and all, here for his assigned duty to investigate said shipyard. Upon realization that he was beaten to the punch given all the web silk lying around, he doesn’t bother trying to overcompensate things.
If anything, he just chuckles it off as he sees Spidey just dangling down from the yo-yo, staring at him.
Jeff: You know we can’t vigilantes trespassing or doing illegal searches.
Spider-Man: Yeah, I know.
Jeff:.....which is why I brought a warrant.
The entire time, he was smirking as if he was waiting for this day to come down to this.
Jeff: So how about we do some perfectly legal searching?
Spider-Man: Sounds good to me.
Jeff: Jeff Davis.
Jeff held out his hand and Pete grabbed it shaking hands with him
Spider-Man: Pleased to meet you. I'm--Hehehe well yeah
Jeff could not help but to laugh either knowing that he almost introduced himself when there wasn't need to given Spidey's fame
Jeff: My son's a big fan of yours. He'd hope to meet you one day.
Spider-Man: I can send an autograph to him after this
Jeff: I'm sure he'd love that.
Spider-Man and Jeff soon came walking towards the front door and Pete was still a little bit peculiar about the warrant Officer Davis brought
Spider-Man: So uh....does that warrant cover breaking down doors?
Jeff: Yeah but.....not without a LOT of extra paper work. God I hate paper work.
Spider-Man: I can't imagine.
Jeff: I'm sure you never had paper work.
Spider-Man: No but I never get paid for my job.
The two chuckled again but soon got back on focus and of course Jeff did try to open the front door but would not even budge
Spider-Man: Not good. Guess I'll find another way in. But any place this run down should have a hole in the wall or a broken window or something.
Jeff Yeah I've seen a lot of Detective movies to know that for a fact. Why don't you check around back. I'd go myself but....heh...you know not Spider-Man.
After another brief moment of laughs from that Spidey did leap up to the roof of the warehouse and came across a vent on the roof he pulled it open and leapt down in it
As he was inside and landed on holdings above Pete looked a little spooked feeling this place might be...."Haunted"
Spider-Man: God...I feel like I'm in a horror movie. Uh...hello? Any Fisherman with a grudge and hook for a hand in here? Or a Hockey Player with a machete? Or....a cannibal with chainsaw?
Pete was so nervous he could not help but to reference horror characters and soon went back to finding that front door Jeff was waiting at
He then leapt down again landing right there by the front door
Spider-Man: Jeff? You still out there? I found the door and....doing my best to refrain from my habit of knock-knock jokes.
Appreciate it. Listen do you see a lock or a junction box powering the door?
Spider-Man: Yeah. I'm looking at it now.
Good. See if you can overload it that should force the door open.
Spider-Man: On it. I know just the tool I need. Karen. Activate taser webs.
As you wish.
Spidey shot a small taser web which overload the junction box automatically opening the front door and Officer Davis walks in
Jeff: Wow. Gadget man huh? You remind me of Miles?
Jeff: That's my son's name. When he was five he took apart the TV when it wouldn't work. Now he and his friends are unlocking cell phones at his school.
Spider-Man: Sounds like he can teach me a few things.
And sure enough Spidey and his new cop partner began their "Legal" investigation by searching crates and shooting more taser webs at more junction boxes to open them and so far
Spider-Man: I think this is Fisk's way of messing with me while he's in lock up.
…...until Pete and Jeff stumbled upon an opening on the flour which took both to lift it open
Spider-Man: Wow. I see you been working out.
Jeff: We're not all donut eaters.
When they went down it lead to an abandon bootlegger's tunnel
Spider-Man: Hmm....looks like no one's cleaned this place since Al Capone.
Jeff: And there's a lot of big chunk of concrete blocking the way.
Spider-Man: Oh yeah?
Pete shot two web lines pulling the blockade off and both came in a room stored with Fisk weapons
Jeff: Jackpot! Looks like the Kingpin's men stored most of their weapons.
Spider-Man: And some are already missing. Damn! Demons might be here already. How they beat us here?
Jeff: My guess....that back door over there.
Jeff pointed at the briefly opened back door and the two peaked out to see those familiar masked men from the Auction house loading boxes of Fisk weapons in trucks
Spider-Man: Shh! Demons....
Jeff: So that's them eh?
Spider-Man: Yeah. And they mean business. Stay here. I'll try and web them all up.
Jeff: Hell no. There's too many of them. It's gonna take both of us.
Officer Davis looked back and took a smoking Grenade from a top shelf
Jeff: And some of these
As the trucks soon began to drive Spidey web zipped up as Jeff pulled out his gun and runs up and Pete shot web lines to pull the trucks back
Jeff: FREEZE! NYPD! YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST!
No one pays him any attention as one of the demons from the back of the truck cuts the weblines holding the truck from accelerating any further all while one of them quickly moves along and escapes. Peter noticed how the sword had a streamlined negative energy flowing through the weapon as it took off.
Those who were in the other truck decided to stick by and take care of the web slinger now. That wasn’t gonna fly.
Spider-Man: Take cover!
Jeff: No! I got your back!
Standing his ground, it was made clear he wasn’t going let Peter hog the spotlight and rightfully so. Shaking his head in subtle agreement, both Peter and Jeff rolled out of the way of a negative electric whip. Briefly stunned but weary nonetheless, Peter dodges the whip and briefly shoots a taser web intertwining around the whip and shocking the demon.
Pulling through underneath him, he flipped him inside out only to hop over two more Demons, smashing their heads in together before dropkicking another Demon away. Unaware of another coming up from behind him, he’s alarmed of gunshots ringing through as the Demon laid dead.
Turning over to the Jeff’s direction, he only nodded vigorously only to see more Demons jump him from behind.
Distracted, he meets a swift kick from the opposite direction and it knocks him aside. Jeff, however, was just as resistant if not resilient than Peter. With his gun still in hand, he briefly pulled the trigger blowing a Demon back before tossing another over his shoulders and kicking him away.
Pulling out his fisticuffs and going one on one with another, he turns his gaze away and barely dodges another negative energy sword knocking his cap off. Luckily, Jeff gets an opening to tackle him down but not before tossing one of the grenades aside to incapacitate more of them.
Getting a birds eye view to Jeffs resilience, Peter was impressed at his ability to multitask as well.
Spider-Man: Your timing’s impeccable.
He says as he back-elbows another demon from behind before webbing him up in a huge yo-yo pile off to the side only to catch two more unattended for, heading for the one of the trucks.
Demon: Lets go! NOW!
He shouts, barely dodging a bullet from Jeff and quickly scurrying into the drivers seat incapacitating the last one as the truck finally scurried away, screeching its tires against the pavement.
Spider-Man: You alright?
Jeff: Go along! I’ll catch up!
Rushing now to finish the task at hand, he attaches himself to the nearest lightposts and slingshots himself out the shipyard and back into the midnight glamour of the city that never sleeps. Keeping a watchful eye above to the box truck, Peter adjusts his course making an immediate right at the next intersection to catch up.
Keeping up with a raging vehicle on the road was easier said than done considering the constant disturbances of traffic it was causing. Peter nonetheless was able to find a landing to attach to the truck albeit from a measly 4 feet away.
So he had to make use of him skidding his feet amongst the road avoiding traffic for the next three minutes before the back door of the truck opens and rocket launchers stick out of the abstract darkness from inside.
Spider-Man: Oh sh—
The spark of negative energy radiating from the missile barely grazes the vacuum seal of his suit as he leaps upwards to avoid the rocket and having to let go of the truck......which didn’t stop the demons from continuing to fire once Peter resorted to swing after them the rest of the way.
Spider-Man: Call Jeff Davis.
Spider-Man, few Demon stragglers in the yard. I’m held up. How you looking?
Spider-Man: Not much better. These guys are all over the road. They’ll kill somebody if I don’t catch up.
Doing my best to catch up but you might be on your own.
Spider-Man: Don’t do anything crazy, ok?
He asks as more rockets fling towards him. Fed up with the rockets, Peter launches a ricochet web, knocking the launcher away from the Demons and giving the opening he needed to get close.
Needless to say, the joy of no rockets hurling his way made the task much easier now.
Spider-Man: Sorry fellas, here’s your stop.
Both demons burst out from the back of the truck via a web grenade from behind, leaving only the driver to be occupied with. Aware of Spidey’s presence, he shoots from the window but gets his gun snatched away only to lose control of the wheel even as his attention shifted back to what’s ahead of him......
....only to realize there was no stopping it.
A fuel tank truck desperately making a last minute turn triggered Peters spider-sense, for the two were seconds from crashing into each other. Making the unfortunate decision to jump, the two vehicles crash and collide, neither one turning the other inside out.
Peter had to turn his attention away, gripping ahold of the back of the fuel truck via one single webthread alone as said truck crashed into a linear line of railroad tracks underneath the highway. The tensile level of strength from Peter alone kept the taillights of said truck and the driver as miraculously intact as possible.
Train tracks screeching in his ear from a distance almost incited an disgruntled cry of agitation on Peters behalf as he visibly blurts.....
Spider-Man: Oh great, NOW the 3 decides to run on time.
Straining his back with a tank-truck held by a single web-thread, slow and steady was the only to get said vehicle back on the road before the train fully came around. His Spider-sense however drew his attention aside as the same box truck from before sped right towards him. “Oh shit” was all he could think with his eyes dilating in shock.
No less then a few feet away, a police car rams into speeding box truck at high speeds, knocking it off the highway. Both vehicles laid demolished and crippled but both of the drivers were in a stable enough condition to have survived. While Jefferson Davis breaks down the door to his cruiser, sluggishly crawling out with purpose, the demon driver was already up about with a rifle in his hand.
Limping and shuffling to the fore-front to shoot Spidey still pulling up the tank truck, Davis disarmed said demon with his own rifle and knocked him down before collapsing onto the street.
The crisis was averted in the meantime and luckily, no civilians were armed. A crowd of bystanders surveying the scene watching in bewilderment and in awe at the scene before him, coming to the realization that Jefferson Davis just saved Spider-Man’s life. As the web-slinger helped officer up to his feet, they were both met with thunderous applause from the crowd, most of which was directed towards Jeff. Jeff groaned under his breath as Spider-Man rose his hand up, showing who the real hero of the night was as the civilians cheered in agreement.
By the next hour, this was making headlines in the news. Reporters were covering the event while paramedics and first responders were tending to Jeff as much as they could.
However, a certain redhead sporting a green jacket, no longer lost in the shuffle of the crowd, glanced at the occupied citizens and reporter crew before sneaking behind one of two firetrucks that appeared on the scene prior to the crash. She barely got up around to the side before.....
Excuse me, miss, are you supposed to be here?
A slight scoff and chuckle leaves her, having to constantly be on the receiving end of Spidey hovering over her like always.
MJ: Apparently, more than you. The Bugle, specifically Robbie, put me on the city beat after that fiasco at the auction house. Now I get full focus to look into stories like this.....and the demons.
Spider-Man: You know the closer you get to them, the quicker you become a target.
MJ: The closer I get to them, the better chance WE have to stop them.
Spider-Man: “We”? You do realize this isn’t an average interview for a Pulitzer’s prize, ok? We’re talking about people lives potentially at stake.
MJ: And there would’ve been a lot more blood on the streets if Jeff didn’t get in the way, right?
Having choked on his own words trying to ensue a counter-response, his urge to fire back a response eventually fades. It left him stumped and contemplated, none of which were MJ’s intentions but in hopes he would understand the point she’s trying to get across, she’d leave that to him.
MJ: Just relax, Pete. I got this.
Spider-Man: I still don't think you should put yourself on the line with these guys.....
MJ: Don't get your red and blue underwear tight. If you think about....after you called me on what Mr. Li told you at F.E.A.S.T. the whole city knows who they are too. Thanks to a headline I updated this morning. Now the whole city knows they're out there. You're welcome.
Spidey's eye lids widen up as Karen chuckled in his ears Mary Jane slip through the end of the firetruck and approached the ambulance Officer Davis was being taken into
MJ: Officer Jeff Davis?
MJ: Mary Jane Watson. Daily Bugle.
Jeff: Sorry Ms Watson. No comment.
MJ: Yeah I don't really blame you. But I thought you'd like to know these masked guys are going to tell their story with or without you. And between you and me they THRIVE on controversy.
Jeff: Really. If so what's your angle?
MJ: I don't have one. I just like to listen?
When the paramedics lifted Jeff's stretcher into the ambulance he couldn't help but to grin liking MJ's style which was unlike any of the other reporters he met
Mary Jane was actually on a bigger role than theirs he thought
Jeff: I could loose my job for this but....what the hell. Hop in.
MJ climbed aboard as they shut the Ambulance back doors leaving Spider-Man unadmitted with her
Spider-Man: Yeah....she is.
This may go against your better judgement but....I got a feeling if we keep her in the loop your chances of stopping the demons are likely 90%.
Spider-Man: Now don't tell me you're on HER side again. *Yawns* Man I'm beat. Time to head home and get some sleep.
I'll switch off till tomorrow. Goodnight Peter.
Spider-Man: Night Karen.
When Karen cuts off Pete found a near by alleyway to change out of his costume storing it under his social attire and putting his mask in his pocket
Later he was taking the Subway where he texted on his phone in the middle of a crowd where he received a voicemail from Otto which came in an hour before the truck chase
Peter: Doc left a message?
Peter. Listen I'm sorry if I might have been hasty advising you to look for another job. Cause God knows your...."Double" Job in the city doesn't pay much. But I have an idea. It just wouldn't stop rolling in my head. But I may need some time to plan it out first. I got a good feeling we'll live to invent another day. Call me tomorrow I should have more answers.
As the voicemail ended Pete smiled knowing Otto's shinning on still
Peter: Wow.....the Indomitable Otto Octavius. That's really great news. I hope his idea works.
Later that hour Pete made it back to his apartment building but he was in for another surprise...…..
…..when Pete just pressed his key in the bolt lock it would not turn Pete tried once and twice to turn it then lunged his shoulder forcing it open only to see....
…..his whole apartment was cleaned out Pete scoffed not believing what he's seeing even turned to see the "Evicted" sign on the door and didn't noticed it earlier
Peter: Come on. Come on!
He then saw a note taped on the door from Mr. Dikkovitch
Dear Mr. Parker!
It has come to my attention you have ignored your FINAL warning you are here by EVICTED from this apartment! We have cleaned out ALL of your belongings and threw them all in the DUMP! We expect your house key back by then end of the next day. Have a nice life!
PS Don't try to sneak in I got ears like a cat and eyes like a rodent.
Peter: Oh...damn you Dikkovitch! The drive!
Peter rushed back out to the apartment dump in a hurry and panicked that Mr. Dikkovitch might have thrown a Spidey drive with years of research on it he took out his phone calling the empire sanitation while looking in the dumpster
Empire Sanitation. This is Eddie.
Peter: Another Eddie....? Uh....I mean hi...."Eddie" I'm trying to find some items that were accidently picked up from a dumpster outside my apartment.
Peter couldn't find it at first then hopped sticking on the wall and lifting the dumpster with his foot spotting the number
Peter: Here it is! Uh....six four four seven six.
Route thirty-three. Truck's already left it's shift. But there's a slim chance you might find your stuff. But it's a long shot. If your pickup was on Route 35 they'd be dropping off at the incinerator right now.
It's over by Manhattan Bridge. If I were you I'd hustle
Peter: Thanks Eddie!
Pete hung up jumping back in his suit swinging over to Route 35
Spider-Man: Karen! Sorry to wake you but I need you to point me over to Manhattan Bridge Incinerator! Dikkovitch threw out our spider drive!
With Karen's calculating guidance Pete manage to swing as fast as he could to the incinerator and in the next minute he made it
There were trash bags piled up and Spidey pulled them off with his webs and found a familiar gym bag from his apartment and searched in it
Spider-Man: Please be here. PLEASE be here!
He then felt a small piece in his hand pulls it out and found his drive
Spider-Man: YES! In your FACE Dikkovitch! Hope it still works.
He placed it on his arm attatcher and Karen upload visual data on the drive
Spider-Man: Thank God. Everything's still here. Thanks again Karen.
My pleasure Pete.
Spider-Man: Now. Only thing to worry about is.....where am I gonna sleep? I....guess I could try MJ's. Now that we're talking again....
Uh Pete? Sorry to change the topic but....you have one voicemail from an unknown caller.
Spider-Man: Patch me in.
Hey there Spider. Long time no see. Did you miss me, sweetie? Cause I sure missed you. Come to this address. Catch me if you can.
Spider-Man: Oh no.....please tell me that voice isn't who I think it is.
Fifty percent likely, Peter.
Spider-Man: And zero percent chance I could score MJ's couch. Track the address, Karen.
Tired but still running on whatever fuel he had left, the location set by KAREN sent him over to Greenwich, the southwest part of Washington County in New York. Miles away from the park, Spidey lands in front of technical equipment on a rooftop, bombarded with red flag after red flag.
This miniature tripod with a camera stationed over a blanket wasn’t alarming. It was the sticky note implying the words “Play Me” written in cursive attached to a mini-cassette that took him off guard.
He had to press play to get to the bottom of this and his heart sank quicker than quicksand after hearing the first two words. So he pulled off his mask and played it.
Hello, Spider. Been thinking about you a lot recently. Hope you’ve done the same. We were good together back in the day, weren’t we? Made a good team and even better couple. Maybe it’s time to reignite the flame.
No questions no longer needed for who sported that flirtatious voice.
I believe that is the Black Cat.
Peter: Felicia....Please don’t be scoping out places to rob. You promised to give up that life.
She was waiting for him.....and he had no choice but to continue to play her sick, sadistic game of cat and mouse, for out of the corner of his eye, he spotted this black and white painting from a measurable distance away.
No choice but to use the camera.
Having to use the lenses to zoom in and around the area, there wasn’t much luck with finding anything that stuck out as suspicious.....until he zoomed into that blurry black and white painting over on the roof entrance to a warehouse and saw it was, in fact, a painting of Black Cat. Quite an artistic touch.
Then there’s the stuffed cat doll sticking out from the door.
Peter: That’s one of her cats. She packs those things with range extenders that harvest nearby RFID signals. Fancy way of saying I just missed her.
Better call Yuri then. Calling Yuri Watanabe.
The line goes through.
Peter: Yuri, you still have Black Cat’s equipment and gear in the evidence lockup, right?
Should be. Why? Is she back at it?
Peter: From the looks of it, yeah. But we never know. Just double check and let me know if it’s still there.
The struggle to not pull his hair out follicle by follicle was real for Peter as he laid down to a knee, breathing almost abnormally as possible. Just when things start to quiet down, they escalate just as quickly. His rent, the Devil’s Breath, his job and now Black Cat is on the loose once more.
Just another day in the life of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Peter, what’s wrong? You appear to—
Peter: Stressed out. Another day in the life of me. I’m homeless, jobless and now I got one of my ex’s stirring up the hornets nest again. But Felicia’s too smart to willingly put herself at risk like this, so either she’s desperate or....
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but nothing was adding up. You can’t force the pieces to fit if they don’t and Felicia has a history descrambling tons of pieces for Peter to pick up and track.
Never gets old.
Peter: I’ll be on the lookout anyways.
Incoming call from: Ned Leeds.
Peter: Well, that’s a breath of fresh air. Accept.
Hey Pete, caught the news again. Even read MJ's headline. What's this about Demons I hear?
Peter: Well....all I know is they're stealing weapons from Fisk but, uhh.......I’m at DEFCON 3 over here: Felicia‘s out of prison.
Peter: Yeah....the Black Cat’s prowling the streets again but umm......I hate to ask dude and I hate to change the subject but....any chance I can crash at your dorm? Mr. Diktovich evicted me cause I was too busy saving the city to give him his stupid rent.
Oh man....Pete, you know I'd love to have you over but the roommate is....kinda crappy and a space hogger. I couldn't sleep for two days straight this past week. So.....
Peter: May not work?
Sorry dude. I'm not trying to keep you out....
Peter: I know, man. I know, man. You never keep me out so I get it.
You know, invitation to the Halloween party still holds.
Peter: Might very well need it now, huh? Thank again, Ned. See ya.
Hanging up left him at pause.
There wasn’t much else left for Pete to go in this concrete jungle. He had no apartment, Ned can’t let him crash, MJ wouldn’t want to let him crash given her schedule and let’s say it’s not healthy to pass out at your place of work.
So where do we sleep now?
Peter: Well, that’s the thing KAREN. I.....there is only ONE other place that I can think of.
~The next day~
It’s 10:00 in the morning. The morning light shines through the cracks of the windows of the F.E.A.S.T center, beaming full of radiant joy into the office of Aunt May. Since May has made this her new personal humble abode, she has gotten extremely comfortable. As a matter of fact, she didn’t mind letting her company be shared with those closest to her, specifically her nephew Peter.
With this being the only reasonable place Peter can find to crash for the night, he had to make due with what was, which meant couch surfing.
The couch wasn’t the comfiest place to crash but it beats ravaging for scraps on the street. A portrait of Uncle Ben (Harrison Ford) with him and May brought a smile to his face, offering another brief reconciliation with the mistake that made him the man he is today. And on the side was another: This time with Tony Stark.
This mountain of extraneous weight in his head intensifies every time he comes across Tony. The man had a way of dissecting you from just a simple glare in just a photograph, but said vulnerability made the man such a Marvel even after he was gone.
A slight distraction prevented Peter from anymore potential mourning: this yellow package envelope with a couple hundred bills inside sticking out. All he had to do was get a glimpse at May smirking at him from across her desk and he could see what was going up.
Peter: I-I can’t take this.
May: Yes, you can. And you will.
Peter: But....what if you need it pay your bills? I don't want to run you behind too.
May: Peter. You never ran me behind. So you don't need to worry about it.
Peter: Then at least let me pay you back....soon....
May: Sweetheart. Don't ever be afraid to ask for help. Everyone always needs help sometimes Peter. Even Spider-Man.
Peter tried to protest but couldn't think of anything to say which made Aunt May chuckled mildly
May: You are so much like your Father and Ben. They both worried of thinking they were taking too much. But like they did you have to learn how to swallow that Parker Pride. And accept that you're only human. Like the rest of us.
Peter faced down knowing he could never win an argument with his Aunt almost like that one time after the ship wreck and Tony Stark taking his suit knowing back then he couldn't keep it all a secret telling her he screwed up and lost the Stark Internship
Pete even knew his Uncle Ben would say the same thing as May so it's a two on one thing on this situation
Pete snapped out of his thoughts hearing a knock on the door way he and May looked back a little startled
May: Oh Martin.
Martin: Good morning May. Peter. Sorry if I'm interrupting but uh....
Peter could not help but to not help but to notice Mr. Li's tone sounded like he was weak in the knees and had a since of worry and suspicion....not from his spider sense though but it was still strange
Martin:...I've had a call from Hong Kong for a business meeting and I'm heading out of town today. I'm leaving you in charge while I'm gone.
May: Of course. You can always count on me. But how long will you be away?
Martin: I uh...I really don't know. Maybe days....months. It's a big business deal.
Peter couldn't hold in his worries he blurt out a concerned question
Peter: Is everything ok?
Martin: It's.....a real personal business I've been planning for awhile. But....it's nothing any of you should worry about. *Turns to May* Please....take care of this place. And everyone here. It represents....the best part of me.
May could not help but to worry too
May: Are you sure you're ok Martin?
Martin: I will be. First time in a long time. Goodbye May.
Li turned away walking away never turning back and Pete's worries grew all the way up to his heart the way he told them "Goodbye" like that something must have been going on
And he wondered if it was cause of what he mentioned before about the demon mask
May: Well....I guess I better get busy.
Peter: I hope Mr. Li is ok.
Seemed to big of a good question now if he is cause his strange behavior really had Pete chilled to the bone
But later he was back in his suit swinging around still feeling bad about taking money from his Aunt worried more about Martin Li and also planning to meet up with MJ as she told him from a call earlier when he left that she told him she's covering a press conference this afternoon Mayor Osborn just announced he's giving Officer Davis an award for his brave attempts last night
With more time to kill Spidey decides to patrol in hopes he gets some lead on the Demons or Black Cat
Spider-Man: Karen? Since we got time to kill run a scan of the city to detect any movements on Demons and Felicia.
Understood. Incoming call from Jefferson Davis.
Spider-Man: Hehe. Accept. Hey Jeff what's up? Congratulations on the ceremony.
Thanks. But I'll be glad when it's over. I'm not really a speech man. Not even during my childhood. But listen I need a favor. The Captain got a report that our masked friends are moving in on another Fisk area. A construction site in midtown. I'd help ya out with it but the wife would be pissed at me if I ditched the ceremony to play cops and robbers but....I thought my friendly neighborhood partner would want to know and look into it.
Spider-Man: Understood. I'm not far from Midtown anyway. I'll swing by and let you know what I find. Oh and I got a tip for ya on public speaking. Just picture everyone in their underwear. Wait! Uh....maybe not Osborn. Y'know never mind.....
Hahahaha....thanks man. Be careful though.
The line cuts and Pete heads over to the site to find later a truck driving in labeled "Consolidated Shipping" and heard gunfire
Spidey swung in climbing above to see Demons dragging a dead Fisk man
Demon: Ok. Find the rest. Boss wants them ALL dead.
Spider-Man: Karen. Looks like the Demons are moving in on Fisk's territory.
Shall I activate Instant Kill?
Spider-Man: No No No No these are just guys in masks. No more with the Instant Kill.
After minutes of stealth take downs and web ups Spider-Man encountered more Demons about to kill another Fisk Man
Fisk Man: Please....you got what you came for. You don't need to kill us too!
The leader hit him with his gun
Demon # 1: Fisk's territory is ours now.
Hearing that voice the Demons look up and Spider-Man webs up the Fisk Man and kicks the First Demon off the other Demons yelled in Japanese and Spidey beated them down high and low and webbed them to walls and ceilings
After they were down Peter dangled to the hung up Fisk man who was out called and heard a cell ringing it fell out of his pocket but Pete caught it with a web and caller ID read: Unknown
But Spidey's eyelines lowered for he did not had to guess who it was
He hit accept
Spider-Man: Hey Willie. What's up?
On the screen Fisk looked over and grew angry seeing the man or in his eyes the "Boy" who put him in there
Spider-Man: Nice jump suit. It's really slimming. Where'd you get it? Parting gift to the Raft?
Stay out of my business boy! Last thing I need is you hitting my sights.
Spider-Man: Hold on a sec. If you want these Demons stopped from hitting your areas just tell me who their leader is and I'll get rid of them for you.
I told you I was the only one who kept order in this city. And now thanks to you these terrorists no longer have anything holding them back. But if you really want to help.....keep my men alive and maybe....JUST maybe I'll tell you who it is.
Abruptly hanging up over the phone with him, this was no surprise to Peter: strained relationships with the villains was never exactly a commitment but it was nice for a change of pace. That time would not be now unfortunately since he caught wind of helicopter propellers elevating up higher the construction site.
If he wanted answers, he’d go through with Fisk’s demand.
Zipping up higher to the bridge jointing the two construction sites together, it became apparent that this was going be somewhat of a finders keepers quest. Without the keeping.
Spider-Man: I’m basically saving bad guys from other bad guys. Not how I thought today was going to go.
Leaping to the bridge, there laid another Fisk guard cornered by three more Demons. Webbing the construction pipe behind two of them, he just pulls it behind them and immediately knocks them out, leaving the last Demon up to him. Sliding up from above him and sweeping him from the legs, Peter doesn’t get far but does dropkick the Demon with enough force to knock him out.
He did however forget this big demon the size of a sumo wrestler nearly squashing him from above. Peter gets out of the way and launches an onslaught of punches and kicks, none of which faze the giant. His hands generate with energy, swinging and missing with each punch and big boot he sluggishly attempts to throw before stomping down to release a shockwave as synchronizing nano-mesh particles release devastating negative energy.
It hardly rips through Peter’s skin. But that doesn’t stop him from dodging another double fisted slam and kicking him upside the head.
Except he gets caught.
He was lucky to grab him in midair and just chucked Spidey to the other side of the bridge. But failing to see what goes around comes around, he turns to see Spidey flying back at his direction, knocking him upside the head with a Web Hammer.
It barely knocked him woozy. So he slid up from underneath and just crescent-kicked his head in from behind, knocking him out.
Then his attention turns to the worker as he helped him up.
Spider-Man: I know, I know. Consider this a favor. Stay hidden until further notice.
Peter, I’m detecting heat signatures from multiple vicinities in the construction site. Closest one is directly below you. If it’s the workers, you better hurry.
This meant he had to leap back down first.
For the next few minutes, it was a farfetched scavenger hunt Demons with whips, swords, shields, none of them slowed down the Web-slinger enough to fully halt his progress. All workers associated with Fisk were spared and any if not all Demons were incapacitated and webbed up, nice and cozy.
By the time he was at the last worker, he knew he needed answers and fast. So he reluctantly calls Fisk back.
Spider-Man: Alright Fisk, your men are safe. Your turn now: Who’s running the Demons?
Maybe he’s there, maybe he isn’t. Check the roof.
Again, he hangs up on him abruptly.
Spider-Man: I miss these cryptic Fisk talks.
Fisk was partially right about one thing: The roof was, in fact, the area where most of the action was winding down.
The chopper from earlier had landed amongst the landing pad waiting for another Demon to finish dealing with one of the remaining Fisk workers that Spidey had left unintended. He tried pleading but to no avail as the negative energy from the Demons sword cut him down just as quickly.
Now he can make his escape with the others. Unfortunately, Spidey had already made his way up to the roof right before they even took off, all while the Demons sported a deadpan look underneath the masks knowing the entirety from this raiding was anything but a cakewalk.
Eyeing at him with those masks, he could tell the leader was nowhere present in this raiding.
Spider-Man: Not today.
Weblines were shot to the bottom of the helicopter aside the landing gear and attached to the power box wedged in place onto the roof. All he wanted was to prevent the helicopter from going anywhere. But even at THAT instance, he couldn’t stop a negative energy RPG sent his way. It flicked him off the power box which ripped itself off the roof and while still sticking up underneath the helicopter, it bumps into the crane.
That big of a bump disconnected the hinges from its position, dipping the crane lower and lower further increasing the likely probability of lives been wasted and the goons escaping.
If you let the crane loose, civilian casualties will skyrocket over 65%.
Leaping up to a vertical basis, Spidey rushes over to the crane meaning for now, he’d have to let the goons escape momentarily.
Spider-Man: No no no no no!
More weblines were shot, barely gripping the crane to a standstill so much that it’s weight started to drag Peter forward towards the edge. His mere strength against the weight of the crane nearly balanced each other out at least until his Spider sense honed in his senses of urgency.
Just too little, too late.
The actual hook of the crane lopsided Peter off the building, knocking him out and letting loose his grip on the crane. The force hurdling towards him left him in free fall unable to respond directly and in no position to fix the collapsing crane scenario.
That is, if KAREN wasn’t in control of the suit.
A sky blue florescent light radiates through the suit into the spider-emblem on his chest as it rapidly flashes before the manipulation of matter in the nanotechnology spreads throughout his body, resonating in the Iron Spider armor coating over the Stark suit.
Systems were quickly rebooting the further he fell all except for the man in the suit himself.
His eyes bulge wide open, bringing his head back to the situation at hand. The HUD display flashes red, directing him to the tipping crane as he flips over with his web wings and glides over, balancing himself and sticking on the edge.
The crane just continues to dip downwards as nearby civilians started to take notice of how their very lives were at stake this time.
Not on Spideys watch though.
Spider-Man: KAREN, thinking what I’m thinking?
Go for it.
Sprinting and then hopping alongside the crane, he had to wait for the bright moment to tie multiple splinter webs to the edge of the construction site to keep one section of the crane in place. Then he had to attach it to two separate buildings all while debris and glass where shattering everywhere.
Then there was the hook.
The crane was secured for the meantime thanks to tensile strength in the webbing but the escaping Demons fortunately didn’t go all that far. However, the power box still webbed up from below was making more trouble for them then it needed as it not only slowed them down but occasionally wrecked a few buildings on the way.
Spider-Man: Did THAT just happen?
Yes. Yes, it did.
Nothing left to do but to go after it.
All throughout Midtown, this had civilians either chattering or screaming their heads off.
Three minutes into the chopper chase and three minutes without a capture for collateral damage started to frustrate Peter in quite an unusual way. It got up to the point where by the time the box crashed through a sign, Peter started to lose his patience and picked up the pace.
I’m getting a call from Yuri. Should I patch it through?
Spider-Man: Yes, please.
It goes through.
I’m getting reports of.....a helicopter with a wrecking ball?
Spider-Man: Things with the Demons got complicated, Yuri.
That thing is destroying the city.
Spider-Man: I know.
You need to bring it down.
Spider-Man: I KNOW.
Maybe you can superhero a little faster?!
Spider-Man: Patience is a virtue, ok? Doing my damnedest here, Yuri. I’ll call you when it’s done; I got this.
He goes off the line, sweating profusely under the mask.
Spider-Man: Please let tell me I got this.
Finally after another pretentious five minutes, it looked like he did.
Zipping up to and gripping the edge of the power box dangling from below the helicopter, the unusual choice was made to cut the web holding the box in place. And then they both crash into a narrow building while Spidey stayed ahead of the box, sprinting, sliding, jumping, ducking and avoiding any and all objects hurdling at him at all directions. Anything to prevent being trampled over.
So instead of continuing to run, Peter just stops once he gets close to the window and let’s the power box wheelbarrow over him so he can hang on and land through the next building he came across, which happened to be right below him. Crashing a hole through the roof big enough for the Incredible Hulk to slide right through, Peter leaps off before the box flattens him through the next floor, landing another
More collateral damage to pay for later.
Sweaty, famished and exhausted, he felt more out of breath than he ever had in the last five years. The sudden burst of adrenaline from earlier faded despite more daily cardio checked off the list. However, that little squirt of energy came back upon dodging a hailing of machine gun fire from the far end of the building.
The Demons wouldn’t let up.
Billets kept filling the room with alloy and holes until it needed a quick reload. So sliding, jumping and zipping to the open window was no problem as he propelled himself forward, kicking one Demon out the heli, staring the other one in the eyes, proudly boasting.....
Spider-Man: It is I, Thor, son of Odin!
One down left the other to deal with the Spider, sliding under and around the throttle avoiding a series of sword slashes all while the negative energy only damaged the hull of the helicopter even more.
Noticing that gave Peter an idea.
Upon command, the four spider legs manifested from the armor's rear spider symbol disarming the demon and wounding him. Next stop was below the propellers as two legs simultaneously pierced through the plating, destroying the engines.
This meant trouble for the pedestrians down below as the helicopter began to spiral out of control. He needed a plan and quickly.
First one that came to mind was attach the helicopter to the nearest building it came across and literally swing it through traffic.
Guess this is the plan?!
Spider-Man: Yep, THIS IS THE PLANNNNNN!!!
Hurdling himself and the deteriorating vehicle through an onslaught of traffic and pedestrians was an absolute nightmare. Cars were smashed, more property damage was caused, fires erupted and worse, the throttle of the heli broke off, scraping the road and crashing like a tumbleweed over everything.
Luckily, it was yanked off the road. Webbing the tail end away, that left the hurdling copter spinning a full 360 in the sky, the smoke from the broken engines leaving a toxic trail not far behind. Having to suffer from smoke inhalation wasn’t the issue as it was picking nits compared to stopping a helicopter from crash-landing and killing hundreds.
Cutting it close, Peter!
Spider-Man: You got this, you got this, you got this! Web grenade, splinter web, Cobwebs, go!
Leaping off and letting the copter fall underneath him, multiple webs were shot at once, sticking to the buildings aside and the helicopter which in turn intertwined with one another. The silky lining branched over a cafe building as it trapped the helicopter straight through while leaving a gaping area above and underneath for Spider-Man to swoop on down and land.
The majority of people who did see that act of bravery and heroism whistles and cheered from afar. No time for Peter to bask it all in though. Crawling to the broken door on the right of the copter, he slides whatever’s left of it open with the same Demon from earlier gripping his shoulder and neck.
Once again, the urge to take away the mask from his bald head was too great so Peter did exactly that. He might’ve been a helpful hand in all this.....
....if he wasn’t part of the problem.
Spider-Man: This is your master plan: replace Fisk?
Demon: Fisk is only the beginning!
Spider-Man: So......Straw, meet camels back.
Just a slight push out from the cockpit area left him falling and trapped within the giant spider web cocoon.
Yet another crisis averted.
Spider-Man: Yuri, got the crooks for you.
I feel like there’s a “But” coming.
Spider-Man: But you might wanna bring a ladder.
Oh my god. Why can't you keep your feet on the ground?
Spider-Man: Where's the fun in that?
Pete shot a web and swung above a cheering crowd we join a 15 year old boy recording videos on his cell phone of Spider-Man swinging away
Boy: Wow he is totally cool.
Hey fanboy! Look alive!
The boy turned his head to the friend head to the friend who was calling out to him revealing to be One Miles Morales (Chosen Jacobs) Son of Jefferson Davis and Rios Morales who he mentioned earlier
Miles caught up with his friend only to receive a text from his dad
Son where are you?
Miles: Crap. I'm late.
Friend: You coming?
Miles: Uh....nah sorry dude. I promised my dad I be at city hall for his ceremony.
Friend: Oh that's right. Hey tell your pops I said congrades.
They high fived and fist bumped and soon the friend turned away and left as Miles replied to his Dad's text
Srry. Omway. C U soon.
Miles put his phone in his pocket and head on his way to city hall
Once there a minute or two later Miles met up with his parents Jeff and Rio (Gina Rodriguez)
Rio: There's the stage entrance. We'll be out in front over there.
Jeff was really not comfortable to be in front of a hundred people he really rather be helping Yuri cut the Demons down where Spider-Man left them
Jeff: I don't really know Rio. Sounds like a lot of people out there. And they always make me nervous.
Rio: Jeff honey you'll be fine.
Jeff: I'm not saying I won't. It's just....remember back in high school when I gave my independent report speech? Ms. Steiner gave me a C minus for that.
Both Miles and Rio laughed about that
Rio: But if Ms. Steinberg could you see you now. She would feel silly now.
Miles: Yeah Dad. You got this. Besides you saved Spider-Man's life. That officially makes you a hero like him.
Jeff: Hehehe I don't know about that son. I think the real heroes are the people who just don't give up.
The Davis family chuckled then Jeff kissed his wife and then hugged his son patting his back
Miles: Good luck dad. I'm real proud of you.
Jeff almost teared up hearing his boy say that
Jeff: Thank you Miles. Thank you for everything.
Jeff let go of him and walked to the stage entrance as Miles and Rio went out to the main entrance
But suddenly Jeff received a text from his phone and you're not gonna believe from who
Hey bro. Congratulations. Sorry I won't be in the audience but I'll be seeing you on tv. Go knock em dead Jeff.
Jeff: Heh....thanks Aaron.
A crowd stood infront of the building with Pete and Mary Jane not far from the front row where Jeff's family was where she was taking pictures and from there Norman's Deputy Mayor Jim stood up to give the greet and introduction speech
Jim: Good morning New York. And welcome to this monthly ceremony here at City Hall. Before I hand this off to Mayor Osborn I just want to say a few words.
As the Deputy Mayor on MJ and Peter whispered to each other about earlier and at Midtown
Peter: I think this gang war might be over.
MJ: You mean....OVER-over?
Peter: Well there.....might be some loose ends that still need to be tied up but....
MJ: What loose ends?
Pete was nervous he almost blurted out Felicia and held his breath when he re-thought of the truck he saw leaving the construction site
Peter: Uh....a truck pulled away from the scene from a company called: Consolidated Shipping. I got a weird feeling something's not right over there. Just don't know what. Plus I don't even know if that was the Demon Leader I caught earlier
MJ: Well....maybe after this we can go grab coffee figure it out together.
Jim: And now ladies and gentlemen. Let's have a round of applaud to our great Mayor: Norman Osborn.
The audience applauded mildly since basically most of the city hates him too so Otto's got them behind him on that
Norman: Thank you very much Jim. I couldn't say it better myself. But wouldn't hurt to try. Hehehehe *Vlears throat* We are here today because Jefferson Davis....is a hero. A better hero than that masked vigilante out there.
Peter: But I was thinking….instead of coffee we could....I don't know have some dinnere? I could come over....and....cook.
MJ turned her head giving him a cross eyed smirk remembering there LAST dinner date at her apartment
Peter: Or we could just.....grab dinner at a....totally neutral location where professional cooks work.
Mary Jane chuckled knowing how nervous he was since he too remembered what happened before
Norman: Jefferson Davis? For your noble attempts of extraordinary bravery above and behind the call of duty and service to our fair city it is my privilege to present you with the Department Medal of Honor.
The crowd applaud again as Norman pined the Medal on Jeff's uniform but suddenly Jim came up to Norman whispering to him
Jim: Sir there's a phone call for you on line one.
Norman: Tell them to call back later. I'm in the middle of something.
Jim: They said it's urgent sir.
Norman: For the love of Mary. Alright. Congratulations Officer.
Jeff: Thank you sir.
Norman went down to take the call as Jeff stood up to the speakers waving to his family who they applauded for him proudly especially Peter and MJ
Jeff: Um...thank you very much Mr. Mayor. But I don't really deserve to have all of this honor. I share it with my wife Rio my son Miles and my brother Aaron. Because without their support.....I don't think I could have done what I do now.
As Jeff spoke on too Norman took his phone from one of his security guards and spoke
Norman: Mayor Osborn.
Hello you son of a b**ch. You have no idea how many years I worked for this day. Over the coming days your company your city and everything and every ONE you love will ALL be destroyed.
Norman was puzzled on that threat and the voice on the phone was oddly familiar even to him he signaled his guards to listen in on their ear speakers
Norman: Who is this?
People will beg you for help but knowing you, you won't lift a finger to help them.
Norman: Hehe listen jackass. If this is some kind of sick joke it's not funny. Cause I get threats like this twice a week from my employees. So just grow a pair and tell what you want.
What I want....is to watch you.....SUFFER.
The line hung up and Norman frowned looking out to the crowd seeing trucks pull up slowly he was soon escorted to his car Peter's spider sense went off the hay wire it almost gave him a headache
He looked over to see men coming out of those trucks MJ looked at him worried as he moved through the crowd knowing he was sensing danger
He didn't respond cause he soon spotted a familiar face in the back
Peter: Mr. Li....??
Something was not right with him his hands and eyes were glowing and Demons came from behind him and to a bigger shock Pete looked at the stage to see Jim glowing and opened his suit revealing a bomb vest and Miles was the first to notice it
Miles: DAD!! LOOK OUT!
Hearing his son's warning Jeff turned to see the Deputy Mayor glowing revealing the bomb and Martin in the back....
…..BLASTED out of his hands and Jeff grabbed the cop near him ducking down
When the bomb hit zero and Martin's blast hit the building.....
Peter: GET DOWN!
….BOOM!!!! He yells at the top of his lungs before selflessly pushing MJ out of harms way, right before more explosions rock each column and brick and from blocks and avenues away, leaving the committee erupting into smoke.
Combination of the three from the aftermath of another suicide bomber almost matched that of a cumulonimbus, rolling over what should’ve been the foundation, the mark, the celebration of heroism.
Instead, it has become a beacon of despair, the absence of hope. The elimination of trust and safety and security that the city so desperately craved for. All this chaos, this senseless act of violence and for what?
The very symbol of heroism itself, the American flag was left stained in the aftermath of this, with the committee erupting in flames and civilians fleeing for their lives. Rio Morales, namely being one of the few fleeing occupants, stumbling and tripping over herself to keep ahead. Only she wasn’t worried for her self-being.
She was worried for Miles.
The 16 yr old laid distorted and disoriented, his eyesight continuing to betray him, blacking out seconds in and seconds out amidst the explosions.
One moment, he sees how myself sliding against the concrete against his will, unable to move. Another, the sight of his mother blurs his vision entirely, not wanting to wait to see her precious little boy safe in her arms again.
He was unable to hear her desperate pleas for help or bloodcurdling screams of the other civilians despite his eyes veering over towards an unconscious Peter Parker who’s selflessness towards Mary Janes well-being had saved her life at potentially the cost of his own. Dragged out from ruble, he laid emotionless and dare I say, almost pale following the explosion.
This left MJ reeling as she immediately intertwined her hands together, compressing CPR on his chest. Results were nowhere to be found.
MJ: No no no no no please not you. Peter, no! I'm not losing you too! Peter, wake up! Squeeze my hand if you can hear me!
Rio: Miles! Miles! Honey can you hear me?
The very least she could do was to shake and stir him until he can acknowledge her in some way. His eyes kept dilating constantly, for the excess dust covered around the ashes blocked the foreground of his eyesight despite getting up off his back, coughing excessively.
Rio: Miles. You ok?
Miles: Ow....ugh I--yeah I'm stable
All was stable, except his vision.
Everything maintained a blurry fragmented shape in pieces and no sharp photographic memory would help him automatically see from the front or from his peripheral vision. At the very least, he’d be able to hear her voice and how far and how close she was. Yet her voice nearly drowns out in a muddled cloud, a void of endless screams and cries and pleas from countless civilians, Mary Jane included, who can barely feel a detachable pulse to Peters heartbeat.
Apart from that, more hellfire and brimstone erupting over what was supposed to be a peaceful day.
Miles: Wh-where's Dad?
Rio: I don't know but I'm gonna find out!
Rio: I'll be right back! Stay where you are and you'll be safe!
No sight of her came through yet for the smoke always made things difficult to see let alone breathe so there was no telling where ok which direction she had gone. But that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. Feeling a sense of empowerment in dire straits was one of his father’s best quality so Miles made it his mission to channel his own, finally stumbling to a vertical basis as his eyesight finally cleared.
He could see everything clearly, the embodiment of impending doom smacking him dead in the face, blood and sweat were smeared on his forehead, cheeks and hoodie following the explosion.
Miles: What....is even going on?
He ushers to himself, puzzling the how, what, who, when, all at a moments notice. Unsure of what else to come, his concern only lied to finding his father but not before the sound of more desperate, heart-torn pleas from MJ rung in his ears.
MJ: Peter, get up! Come on, come on say something! Please!
Shaking and pushing did nothing in her favor, for she still didn’t get a response and her heart continued to sink. Her heart was directing her to take that last resort in a moment of sheer panic despite her gut going against it.
A promise was made to herself to keep her distance from that connection she so desperately shared with Peter before but she cared too much to have him leave again.....not by his own behalf anyways.
MJ: Don't---don't make me do this. Don't make me say it please...just wake up. For me! Please.....
Still no response. Still no detachable pulse.
MJ almost laid her head down in defeat slumping on both of her knees, tears dripping from her eyes. The reality biting back at her felt too good to be true, with all she tried not working in the past few minutes, the internal struggle to not say it was strong with her.
But how could she hold back now? She just couldn't anymore.
MJ: I---I......I will always....love you, Peter Parker.
Tears were no longer held back, after coming to the conclusion that one of her closest allies, partners, friends.....and lover had perished. Rising up to one knee, she was prepared to walk off until Peter suddenly inhales abruptly, coughing extensively as he sat up singed and momentarily reduced to one arm. The noise caught her attention and she was absolutely dumbfounded. But MJ had no shame in hugging him this time as soon as he recovered, her cheeks drenched in tears in fear of suffering a potential heart attack from another loss.
The hug served as a minor distraction, a psychological sucker-front, a facade to the barrier that separates him from his augmented reality back to the real world.....the whole truth. He soaks in the scenery amidst all the destruction.....and the first thing to pop out his mouth is.....
Peter: Are we in hell?
MJ: If we are, then there’s no checking out, Pete.
That wouldn’t stop him from trying, momentarily breaking the hug and stumbling up to his feet, only to see Miles crowding his way through a toppled restaurant through the corner of his peripheral vision.
Peter: Hey, stop! Kid, wait!
A cry yelled out seconds too late as he limped and hopped to his aid only to lose sight of him in the mass destruction. Miles knew exactly what he was doing however despite constantly being appalled and backed by the endless wave of violence displayed before him and unfortunately, his search for his father was put on hold for a short while. After roaming through the fires of the restaurant with his path blocked, he takes a detour only to stumble across an EMT tending to a trapped woman underneath pipes and ruble.
Further examination unfortunately forced him to see the situation in a different light, realizing it was his mother calling out for help.
Rushing to her aid, he gripped the edge of the broken scaffolding and attempted to push. Slipping at first, it didn’t stop Miles from gripping the edge of the pipe and, with the EMT’s assistance, slowly lift up what was left of the scaffolding. Unfortunately, the pipe broke form its positioning, leaving his mother still trapped underneath.
Rio:-breathe! Can’t—I can’t breathe!
Undeterred, Miles once again grabbed the pipe but slid it in a different direction, managing to lock in a different hotspot to loosely tighten the pipe in. Finally, there was enough space for the EMT to drag his mother out safely as he dropped the pipe and nearly collapsed.
The two reconcile yet again following their short separation but even then, it still doesn’t last. Miles managed to save his mother, now he needed to make sure he can do the same for his father.
Miles: Gotta find Pops.
Rio: Baby, no. No, you can’t. It’s too—
Miles: I have to find him. Please, just stay here!
Rio was forced to watch as her son began looking up amongst more ruble following the destruction and she automatically knew where this would be going and she was powerless to avoid it. Miles found himself struggling to stand on a fallen support beam, further advancing further up the pile. The cries of his mother yelling.....
Don’t leave me again! Please!
.....did little to stop him. By the time he got up to the top and having to balance himself on yet another support beam, he saw that the Demons never left. And that they were only getting started. Multiple civilians were either cornered, pleading or already dead and the Demons showed no sign of stopping.
Miles knew time was on the essence and that silence was critical at this point. If he showed himself or made any sorts of noise, it’d be over for him. So he SLOWLY climbs down from the support beam before crouching behind more ruble holding a burnt Mayor Osborn flier.
The sounds of people being pushed against the flyer and impaled as he slid out from the other side and into a demolished upside down car puzzled him more than the indescribable Chinese gibberish any of the Demons sputtered. Still being weary of his location, he had to balance himself over another scaffolding pipe to get further ahead.
Finally sliding out of the compacted area with no trouble, he made his way to the podium.....where the podium once was. The suicide bombing had reduced the podium to literal ashes and the same could be said for his father, who was nowhere to be seen.
Miles: He-he was right there. Where—
The sight of a gun-toting Demon with a sword stashed away caught his eyes and he sought his opportunity to strike, carefully moving away from the massive debris, picking up a charred Stop-sign and clocks him aside the head as he rolls down the stairs.
Finally, he manages to get a clear viewpoint to his father. Having to manually roll him over due to his weight being a little over his, the dead soulless gaze Miles received from his deceased father felt more like a slap to the face than it did as any shred of posthumous praise. He risked his life for the sake of the city and this is how it works out for him in the end?
THIS is how he’s repaid? It almost made him furious as he continues to administer CPR and check his pulse with no success. The bruised face and bloodied badge only made it worse.
Miles: Get up. Get up, get up! Dad, c’mon, I’m here!
Still with little to no success, he gets more and more frustrated with tears nearly dripping from his eyelids only to hear slight crackling coming from the opposite direction. No sooner should he turn does the Demon he knocked out earlier come back swinging his sword at full force, nearly hacking the kid to pieces but only shredding his hoodie.
Barely surviving a taste with death, Miles picks back up the broken Stop sign and gets in a read stance.
If he couldn’t bring him back, then he’d have some satisfaction in taking out the people responsible.
Miles: C’mon then! Let’s see what you got!
Both men pause and lower their weapons as they face the direction of said voice. Only his voice was present to embody his presence for the smoke had blocked his body amongst all the fire and flames.
We have to leave now.
Almost immediately, all Demons in the area just flew the area, leaving Miles on his lonesome.
Looking back at his father’s lifeless body, Forced to accept the reality that someone you’ve loved deeply is never coming back is never an easy task to take hold of, period. But it was something that needed to be done...
.....and Miles didn’t look the slightest bit happy about it at all.
~1 week later~
Following the LODD (line of Duty death) of one New York’s finest, generally, a public event with full, military-style honors was the right to go about the funeral.....unless the family were to prefer a private service. Unsurprisingly, that was the route that Rio Morales preferred.
For a noble sacrifice to require an audience in such short numbers for its funeral.....it felt unethical. But it’s what the family wanted.
Only a portrait of Jeff Davis, a handful of civilians who familiarized themselves with Davis, a few high ranking officers and Norman Osborn were attending said funeral, gathering around the casket. One such officer handed Norman the American flag who then proceeded to hand to the Morales family but not before he consoled Miles and Rio.
To his surprise, Aaron Davis, who was also present, briefly nods at him while gripping Miles shoulder. Miles leisurely takes ahold of his hand and grips it while Aaron simply glimpses around until Peter comes into his eyesight.
And vice versa.
Peters eyes shot up when he saw Aaron staring at him from afar, not because he recognized him from the Shocker incident years ago but because this was the wrong place and the wrong time for another incident to occur.
The gears were continuously spinning in the back of his mind as if he was waiting for the inevitable to happen. But no such tragedy occurred.
The funeral proceeded as planned.
No sooner does it end hours later does Miles make the attempt to try and approach his father’s coffin. A mild twitch one moment and a calm yet ticked expression the next, he jumped back and forth between anger and sadness and turmoil and confusion, all of which led to the destruction of a child’s innocence.
Miles had just lost whatever innocence he had left.
Peter: I’m sorry for your loss.
The young child flinched at the sight of Peter appearing beside him.
Miles: Do I know you?
Peter: No. But—look, kid.....I—
Miles: Miles. The names Miles.
Peter: Peter Parker.
In a lot of ways, Peter could already see a lot of him in Miles besides the blatantly obvious. But the blatantly obvious is unfortunately what mattered at this moment: Miles will never see his father again. Peter lost both his parents, his Uncle Ben and most tragically, Tony Stark. The last thing he wanted was for what happened to him to happen to Miles.
He had to let him know it was ok.
Peter: Listen....I know you don't know me. But.....I just want you to know....
Miles:...."I know what you're going through." Is that what you were gonna say? Or....."It all gets better with time." Or "Don't worry....it's part of God's plan."
Peter: No...I was only trying.....
Miles: "......trying to help." I know, but i don't need the pity.
Miles turned away and walked away as Rio came from beside Peter with MJ close behind her
Rio: I'm sorry about that. He's been having it hard even before.....I don't know what know I'm gonna do with him.
Peter: I can't imagine. I lost both my parents as a kid. My Uncle and.....a teacher at a.....Internship. If there's anything I can do to help....
Rio: I'd appreciate it. Mr. Parker. Here's my number.
She handed a piece of paper just before she fallowed Miles with Aaron fallowing her MJ decided to walk them to their cars Pete looked at Jeff's coffin himself
He couldn't help but to wonder if there was ANYTHING he could have done to prevent this Anything that would have saved Jeff's life
But what he couldn't believe was.....HOW it happened and WHO caused this was Martin Li. The good man who created F.E.A.S.T. Who hired his Aunt to help the Homeless AND The Hopeless Peter just did not understand why someone as good as Li would do something so....EVIL
Peter was sad and ashamed of Li of what he's done and did NOT even hesitate but something started to make sense to him. His reaction to the Demon Mask he showed him and his strange behavior when he left May in charge of the shelter but it was still hard for him to understand why Li would do this
Peter: I'm sorry Jeff....
Peter walked to the other side of the church pulling out his phone and as he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone and he stepped out to the sidewalk by the entrance ramp and speed dialed Yuri
But at the station in Chinatown Yuri's day was no better than our hero's
Chief: So....first we loose relay on the towers THEN these masked guys show up then that thief hag Hardy brakes out and now.....we lost Jeff
Yuri: It's tragic Chief. I know. The best we had on the force.
Chief: Then why pray tells does it look we're not doing anything about it?!
Yuri: I assure you we are. We're gonna roam the database I've even sent some of my finest to monitor each gang in the whole city in lockdown if things get worse sir. I assure you we're doing all that we can do.
Chief: All we can is not enough right now. You need to find this guy Yuri.
Yuri: I swear on my father's grave I will catch the bastard that did this.
Chief: I don't wanna hear that shit! Your father was worse than useless Watanabe. When he was in the force he accepted bribes off the Magia and you run these percent's straight to disaster just for these terrorists to drag us all into the stone age!
Yuri: Sir....let me assure you....
Chief: No Captain let me assure you!
As he yelled on she felt her cell vibrating in her back pocket
She ignores it briefly
Chief: You're....something special. But I've already lost my patience and while you have a great work ethic you've made one too many mistakes. And I can't afford another.
Yuri: So I take this my last chance? "Sir"?
Chief: Damn right! You just......get this guy off the streets before things get worse. And if you fail to follow through with that....I'm gonna have to release you.
Yuri: What? You mean....as in you'll fire me?
Chief: As great as you are it's one error to many and I've given out too many chances. This is it Yuri. You're a good cop but either you smoke this guy out and put him away or I'm gonna have to let you go.
Silence flood the room till she felt the cell vibrated again
Yuri: I have to take a call.
Silence floods the room again before she makes her way leave out of the chief's office keeping the smug disgruntled look on her face and pulls out her cell reading the caller ID
Yuri: Oh for God's sake.
She rolled her eyes back upon accepting the call. This was most likely urgent but the fact her phone had been blowing up all day didn't help brighten the mood from her most recent downer
Yuri: I'm busy getting yelled at by my boss and avoiding getting dismissed permanently. This better be good.
Did you start looking for Martin Li yet?
Yuri: No. I already told you: I'm not gonna initiate a manhunt for a suspect based on a hunch from Spider-Man. Not to mention I would get in trouble if they found out it came from you.
But I'm telling you the truth! He's the guy!
Yuri: But you don't have proof. Nor any solid evidence on him.
Peter at the cemetery was just frustrated his friend on the force wouldn't even believe him like it wasn't the first time
Peter: Well how bout this? Earlier that morning the same me day the bombing happened Jeff tasked me on stopping Demons from moving on another Fisk Construction Site. They had trucks from Consolidated Shipping. You know the discontinued shipping service at the recycling center? An inside source told me Li bought the center last year.
So...that's probably his base of operations. His front for Demons probably. And you're suggesting this Li guy is there?
Peter: Honestly don't think so. But so far that's all I know aside from him running F.E.A.S.T at Chinatown But if he's not at the center....
There's bound to be evidence to show he might be involved.
Back at the station she was looking around the department with the work that she's grown attatched to and staring back at her boss through the window door with his arms crossed still
Yuri: Alright, alright. Just call me back when or IF it's valid. You find anything at Consolidated and F.E.A.S.T. then I'll take over from there. BUT if you're wrong about this.....
Peter back at the cemetery had a worried look on his face
....you're helping me find another job.
Peter heard the hang up knowing Yuri means business when she's like this and pretty soon Mary Jane came over to check on him before leaving
MJ: Hey....so....how you feeling?
Peter: I feel like I screwed up, And that kid lost his father. I can't even believe it was Mr. Li who did it. He had a good heart at F.E.A.S.T. even Aunt May looked up to him. How could he do something some horrible?! WHY would he do this?!
MJ: Peter.....sometimes people change into something so awful. Even Mr. Li had it hard as a kid. And who knows how long he held on to his hate. So I think it's just a question if the real Martin Li you and Aunt May knew was even there before.
Peter: Yeah but either way I should have been more active something told me I didn't really catch the leader. Fisk was right. These terrorists have nothing holding them back thanks to me.
MJ: What were you suppose to do? Let him keep Godfathering the whole city?
MJ always had a fair point Fisk was just as trouble as these Demons maybe worse
MJ: Listen...I know you too well to say you should give yourself a break. What about Yuri? Does she have any leads on Li?
Peter: She's not looking for him. She doesn't even believe me.
MJ: What about Ned?
Peter: College has him pulled away from his....."Chair".
MJ: Then it's up to us to stop him. Look I've been doing some research. Can you swing me by home? I have an address you could check out.
Peter: Uh....sure yeah. Just....let me find a safe place to change.
We cut to when the Davis and Morales family where Aaron had just drove Miles and Rio home and Miles was silent through the whole drive soon as they pulled up Rio grabbed her purse and Miles remained silent
Rio: Thank you for driving us Aaron.
Aaron: My pleasure. It's the least I can do.
Aaron was the first to notice Miles sitting back there like a statue
Aaron: Rio....mind if I talk to the boy for five minutes? Alone?
Rio: Oh....not at all. You two take your time.
Rio exited the car and Aaron turned back towards Miles still facing down
Miles says nothing as soon as his mom leaves. He didn’t even bother looking up to acknowledge his uncle was talking to him, as if his mind was completely blank.
Aaron: Kiddo, I....I know it's gonna take some time. I can't imagine what you're going through. I'm gonna miss him too.
Still no response gets through to him.
Aaron: Miles? Look.....shit like this happens every day and there's gonna be hard times. But Jeff always said when it comes the hardest times.....you gotta fight harder even if you have to taste danger. Take chances you might you lose, feel the turbulence on the back of your wings, swim with the sharks, ya know....cause the real heroes are the people who never give up.
That briefly catches Miles attention back when his dad told him before the incident
Miles: Dad told you that too....?
Aaron: Way before he took up the whole renegade cop thing.
Miles: And yet.....the thought never occurred that this was where he was gonna end up?
Miles: Honestly, just let me know if you had thought about it. The urge, the nerve to dip your feet at the edge of that piranha tank, knowing there’s unlikely a chance to get out unscathed?
Aaron: You can’t think like that, man......I—I’ll admit I’ve run into my fair share of blockades and obstacles....and run-ins with the law. But all I wanted to was to provide for you and the rest. I’m no fan of rioting or violence or death but as a victim and a bystander to violence all my life, it’s safe to say its impossible to avoid it.
Miles: Have you ever thought of running away?
Aaron: The better question is ‘WHY do you want to run?’ You can run as fast as your legs and your mind can carry you but your problems will haunt you every step of the way. Our family doesn’t run from things, Miles. Miles: Neither did he.... Aaron: So you see my point?
He only nods at the the slowly inclining but he still found it hard to see the sun under this dark cloud. He don't know how to work through this without.....breaking someone’s face.
Aaron: Miles, let me tell you something: there's sweet lady from the shelter I'm staying at. She's got a nephew who.....pretty much had the same bad luck. He had an uncle that always told him about some responsibility that came with great power. Matter of fact, you just met him like 10 minutes ago.
Miles: You mean that Parker guy?
Aaron: That’s him. We way go back.
Miles: When he was my age?
Aaron: Yeah. He was....pretty....pretty out there. Like he couldn’t fully manage everything. But he had balls. He had guts. He had heart. And it’s taken me a long time to find someone other than your father to have all that.
Miles: I see.....and he must have been....trying to tell me that himself....and I threw in his face. Aaron: You were grieving, man. We all were. We all do.
Miles: I’ll see if I can make up for that.
Aaron: Last I heard, he works down at the F.E.A.S.T center. Maybe you run into him there, see if you can apply. Something to take your mind off this......
He nods slightly, taking and shaking his uncles hand before finally peeking the runway of smiles.
The tone for the rest of the day was rather murky, both in temperature measuring around close to 80 degrees and the weather as the cumulonimbus clouds rolled over the sky contemplating between drizzling or pouring down buckets of precipitation. For the later of the moment, it was only a slight drizzle which made didn’t make it easier for Peter to get over everything. His responsibility to protect Jeff let alone the people at his celebration cost more than just HIS life and he couldn’t help but feel as if Spider-Man’s reputation would change forever. Dropping off MJ back at her apartment having to wrestle with that thought in his head made it one of, if not the most awkward swing in his life after Michelle. But at least, there's no worrying about whether or not she's be sneaking out and about again.
MJ: Thanks for the ride, I—I really needed that.
Peter: Anytime. I think, umm......I think I need to get back out there. Much as I want to relax, I—
He stops in his tracks for the sight of another camera on a tripod lurking off in the distance struck him in the face. It was almost as if it was calling to him to snoop around. Luckily, he catches his train of thought again.
Peter:....I-I have to get back out there. Li needs to stopped.
MJ: Which is why I just sent you a text. It has very valuable information which you can dissect when you’re up for it. I wanted to show you in person but I gotta get back to— Peter: No worries, I understand. Thanks again. The two embrace in a hug.
MJ: Hope you take care of yourself. Peter: Same with you. I’ll see you soon.
Brief little glance later, the two walk away from each other as MJ heads back inside. Groaning loudly as Peter just teeters himself over the edge of the roof, the tension to watch all the strolling civilians and the speeding cars became difficult to enjoy. Nothing could possibly break off the monotony for what was already a dark and gloomy afternoon. The only solution was to find a way to entertain himself since then. And then he looked back to that camera perched on the roof. Reaching into his shirt pocket and donning a pair of advanced Matsuda retro sunglasses, he taps on the brim of the legs expanding his vision so he can see the camera clearly.
Peter: Oh god. Here we go again.
Staying cautiously out of sight but leaping to the building across from MJ’s apartment, he comes into contact with yet another camera on a tripod surrounded by a blanket, pictures and some other trinkets, none of which mattered to him. Wasting no time, he digs through the lenses and searches around. When her painting shows up, via him zooming out and moving the lenses down the bottom left, that’s when he saw the cat nearby peeking itself out of the window on the roof and snapped a photo. This area however looked somewhat familiar to him.
Peter: I think they sell rare wine here. Well, she’s definitely branching out.
She’s calling you.
Peter: Thanks, EDITH. Accept.
My oh my, look at what we have here. Once again, the spiders’ fallen into my litter box.
Peter: You know I’m not very fond of your puns.
I beg to differ.
Peter: Yeah, well at least, I’m not the one diminishing my own credibility and suffering from breaking a promise I couldn’t keep.
Awww, poor spider. I know I disappointed you when I couldn’t go straight but....why mess with perfection? The straight and narrow got boring.....very quickly. Further illustrates how much I love making you chase me. Someday.....I might even let you catch me.
Peter: Its going to happen one way or another.
True. But just not today.
She hangs up on the other end and once more, it left Peter conflicted and frustrated. All he knew was there was more where that came from. But in order to save himself a bit of that frustration, he took a gamble and asked Karen for a favor. “EDITH, put Karen on the line." Whether or not it would pay off would take awhile. But now he needed to focus on more important matters.
Peter: Hey, Karen. Pull up phone HUD display.
Vibrating through the lenses of his glasses, he immediately pulls up a digital file of his text messages skimming past past texts from Happy Hogan, Harry, May, bills, bills, more bills and an urgent plea from Rob Lowe. Finally, skimming down led him straight to MJ’s stream of texts which haven’t been refreshed since late last year. Until today. Opening up the recent message came a flood of information: Document files and confirmation papers on Martin Li buying the recycling center around last year AND Consolidated Shipping. As for the actual address, it was closer than he had surmised.
He exerted a grunt of amusement and frustration, finally having something done about the man who threw decades of accomplishments down the drain for seemingly nothing.....at least he hoped it wasn’t just for nothing.
Peter: Karen, I need to ask you a favor. Give me a orbital scan all around Manhattan, see if you can track down any misplaced cameras on rooftops or cats with range extenders that harvest RFID signals. See if anything pops up in common between where they’re located or how they’ve been placed. In the meantime, I’m heading to the recycling center.
Can do. Dispensing orbital scan immediately. Good luck, Peter.
So many kaleidoscopic beats nailing him on the head as much as him barely swinging and slinking through an alleyway: How he let Martin down.......how he let Jeff down. How he felt let Miles down, knowing that his favorite superhero/role model wasn't there to protect the people that mattered to him. It continued to eat at him the entire length of the swing over to the recycling center.
By the time he arrives though, an interesting revelation befalls him: The recycling center was completely deserted. Nobody pacing, nobody guarding the door, nobody dozing off due to boredom, nobody was there. And it puzzled Peter to no end. He could only hope that MJ didn’t send him to the wrong place on accident. Didn’t hurt to check the text again. Bringing up the address again, there was no typo, no misspelling, she didn’t miss anything: this was the location. MJ’s hunch might’ve been right but no one was in sight. Again, Peter had to assume that Demons were off on another shift. So he had to investigate further. First line of snooping meant going command central: the front entrance. Didn’t take too long for Spidey to find but it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk. The entrance door grate was embedded with a high security lock which meant barging through was out of the question. What was in question was Why does this have a high security lock? Banks normally have this. At least that’s what Peter thought to himself. Luckily, with high security locks, they normally come with a junction box to keep the door from letting in who it’s not supposed to, so Peter switched the sights on his lenses to his enhanced vision. Delving through the door and underneath the ground, the wires from the door led all the way to his left. The wires led to a power box. There was one right beside him behind a lightpost. One behind a pile of boxes. And another behind the wall with the original junction box.
All three activated with an electric jolt from his taser webs and the door was pushed open. Sliding straight through and up to the next vent inside, Peter only assumed the doors were locked so he didn’t take the chance. I mean, for a hideout, it had to be well guarded enough to not leave any doors unlocked.
Yo-yoing down from the next vent, the room he came across had that retched, that foul, that incriminating smell and scent to the point where might as well well have “evidence” and “schemers nest” written all over it. Peter was shocked at the endless crates of rifles and AK-47’s and sub-machine guns from Fisk’s armory was stashed in the corner of this one tiny room. But then the table to his right brought forward his attention in an even more pressing matter: the trucks were being used as bombs: the bombs he could barely see from the edge of said table. Unfortunately, he wasn’t done yet. His eyes locking onto the center of the room discovered a map. Peter didn’t like where or how this looked.
Spider-Man: This must be where they’re planning to attack next. Gotta—Wait, wait a minute.
Dissecting the red marker from where they stationed to go and back to where they come from, the dots were starting to connect. From first glance alone, it looked incriminating. From second glance, it was pretty much clear from the offset that this felt like an attack that had planned for far too long. But in the process, another address was earned.
Spider-Man: What the hell were you doing, Martin? Karen, call MJ.
Peter. Did you find him?
Spider-Man: Li’s not here. But the address you sent was no joke: this place is being used as a front for the Demons: gun-running, weapon’s crafting, I even saw most of them were taken from Fisk’s construction site as well as truck bombs.
Oh my god.
Spider-Man: Even worse, there’s this map. Red marker linings all separated, stretched out from another landed their targets at multiple campaign offices, all of which lead back to another address. Turns out this wasn’t a gang war. They were stealing from Fisk to go after Norman.
Osborn? The mayor?
Spider-Man: Yep, that’s him.
That makes sense.....but at the same time, it doesn’t. I know Norman's a jerk and all but....what would drive Li so deep to make him want to eliminate him?
Spider-Man: Beats me. But I think I'll find more answers back at his office at F.E.A.S.T.
Oh god....what about May? You don't think she's in danger, do you?
Spider-Man: No. When Li left, he put her in charge. I think she and everyone there are safe. The real target’s Osborn.
What about Harry? He may be out of town but....how do we know Li won't try to track him down to get to Norman?
He couldn’t help it. The thought pondered greatly in the back of his mind, how it was common lore that said heroes friends become the perfect bad guy target. If it could happen to Liz, Michelle, Ned and especially MJ, the absentee Harry Osborn is no exception. He wouldn’t allow the same to happen to him.
Spider-Man: Point taken. I’ll try and reach him after this. In the meantime, I’ll get to Consolidated Shipping. The address I found appears to be the exact location.
And careful he was for a full 2000 meters away before he reached the actual Consolidated Shipping site. By the time he arrives, the drizzle has come and gone, replaced by an actual rainshower. Also, THIS time, a substantial number of Demons were present. Nothing he can’t handle. But not something he was completely crazy about, for the building with the crucial information was mere feet away. So instead of methodically clearing out the entire area, Peter stuck to the rooftops, leaping from one perch to the next. Snipers were priority number one.
But there was an easier way: trip mines. Sneaking behind one itchy trigger-finger sniper via enhanced stealth mode, Peter just snapped a trip mine behind him while stepping over the wire that would trigger the mechanism. The process repeated for all the other four snipers amongst the roof.... ....and they all feel for it. The wires were tripped and they were immediately chucked off the roof, webbed up to the side of the building on the other side. Clear pathway between him and the next window vent and..... Spider-Man: Inside we go. Diving in feet first, the room more or less was less in information spilling than the other one was. Nothing was sticking out or hidden in plain sight or obscurely placed in a position to where anything can be picked out or verified because the room was practically empty. All that it did have was a pink piece of paper dating back to Pale Horse Ridez attached to clipboard and another map clipped to the wall. This time, one showcasing the Demons multiple places of venue.
Spider-Man: Warehouses all around the city? Yeah, they have an army alright.
Suddenly, a slight bum-bum-bump rung through his eardrums as his attention turned to the door. Pop-shots after pop shots muffled by indescribable shouting and screaming was all Peter can hear from eavesdropping before most of it finally died down. Needless to say, he didn’t need another rundown from what just happened through Karen but it wouldn’t stop her.
There’s been a disturbance outside, Peter.
Spider-Man: Dually noted.
Bursting through the doors, the scene before him laid another horrific massacre consisting of nightmare fuel. Riddled with holes through their chests and some with their faces and masks burnt up, the Demons looked incredibly outmatched as a literal pile of them laid stripped of life. All except for one. Struggling and slipping to his feet, another gunshot crippled him back to his knees and the only thing he could see was in relation to the ground. His luck continued to run out the moment he inches himself up. Two heavily armored guards color-crossed in black and Silver ziplines down from the roof of the snipers. Almost immediately, they continue to mollywhop him aside and kick him.
Guard #2: Oh No no no. This one’s mine.
- 1: Alright.
- 2: Hold him up. I’m executing this son of a—
Spider-Man: Hey! Back the hell up. That’s not how we do things DOWN. TOWN!
He says as he zipped the guns away and launching them back at the mysterious armored forces only as a distraction. Following a knee to the face on one guard and a jumping axe-handle to the other, his heightened senses heard more guns being aimed and cocked from mere feet away. Multiple silver-armored men surrounded Consolidated Shipping in droves, more coming down from the roofs and barging through the front entrance guns armed and ready to shoot. The fact that they however had the decency to keep their distance from Peter struck a curious chord with him as they kept clearing the way for ‘Silver Bird’ to drop in and take it from there. Helicopter propellers flutter from up above only deepened his curiosity. Two of them came by and one held a mysterious woman shredded in silver (Léa Seydoux). And unlike an infamous platinum blonde, her hair was completely silver blending in with the rest of her outfit. The look on her face spelled trouble with Pete's eye lens lowering in curiosity. But no need to wonder no longer as she hopped down from above, dropping four disks at his direction. Leaping out the way did nothing for the wall-crawler, as homing electric wires popped from the discs and tied him up to the ground as soon as the discs landed.
No sooner should the woman land square on her feet does Spider-Man struggle and nearly succeed in ripping free. The woman only smirks as she pressed on the side of her right gun, increasing the voltage of the wires and watching the wall-crawler shake and twitch like a convulsing cockroach. Luckily, the sound of sirens pulling up past the armored vehicles halted the progression as the captain herself grabbed the gray haired woman by the shoulder.
Yuri: NO! STOP! He works with us.
The look of sudden resentment never brushed over the woman’s face neither came a hint of anger or annoyance. In fact, there was barely even a reaction. Yuri wondered whether or not she was deaf or something. But few seconds pass and she clicks the side of her guns, releasing Spidey. Needless to say, she was understandably reluctant about it.
Spider-Man: Yuri. Explanation, please.
Yuri: This is Silver Sablinova from Sable International. She and her army are here in official business, paid for by Mayor Osborn.
Spider-Man: Oh great, he’s got a pet army now.
He sort of has to look over at Sable, seeing how annoyed she was with him already.
Spider-Man: I was just doing my job, Sable.
Sable: Let me make one thing clear: Next time you get in my way, I will not be so gentle.
Spider-Man: Says the women who hired over 50 armored zilits to pop me with lead while you nearly electrocute me with wires. Did Looney tunes teach you that line by the way?
Already, slight irritation kicked as Sable growled, nearly throwing a punch before Yuri grabs her arm.
Yuri: He didn't mean it like that. Please.
Sable: I'm surprise you let him interfere with police business.
Yuri: He's.....he's an Avenger.
Sable: Whatever Fury pays you, tell him not to nose his one eye on my job again.
Spider-Man: Umm, first of all, it’s not up to you whether Fury snoops on you or not. And if you don’t mind me asking, how the hell do you know Nick Fury?
It's no surprise that she would.
That answer didn’t come nearly as fast as Yuri and Sables rapid fire stone cold glances over at his direction. Because to answer his question: “who DOESN’T know Nick Fury?”
Spider-Man: Never mind, stupid question. I should get back on patrol.
Sable: Clear from all charges, plucked off the radar, it doesn’t matter to me. Just know....I will be watching you.
Not wanting to continue this argument any further the webslinger web zipped straight up with Sable just staring up at him so SERIOUS and Yuri walking away from her
Peter was just so stumped that Norman would hire an army so strict and black and white thinking back to his trip in Europe when he met Fury made him wonder who else he was in touch with he thought of getting a hold of him but no answer from him
He even tried Happy Hogan only to hear he and the remaining Stark Family were out of town for awhile so once again our hero was on his own besides having MJ to help and he felt there was nothing else to do except head to F.E.A.S.T. to see if there's any clues on Martin Li's corrupt personality
Once there Pete out of costume found May in the kitchen doing the dishes and didn't take long for her to notice him walking in
May: Peter. I figured you were out swinging around.
Peter: I was. I was just in the neighborhood thought I swing by.
May: I saw what went on at City Hall on the news. I was worried.
Peter: Uh....yeah just jumped me. I was there with MJ while she was covering a story.
May: Mary Jane? Oh please tell me you two are back together.
Peter: We're....talking. Baby steps. I mean Felica broke out of jail and....
Peter: DON'T worry. I'm not gonna let her get to me again. She's a criminal. And I'm only gonna look at her as one. Nothing more.
May: Good. Last time I saw that woman she stole two of my family air looms. And the way she....messed with your head that was the last straw. So Peter? If you ever encounter her again don't EVER let her get in the way again.
May's serious tone sure gave Peter some goosebumps
Peter: You got it.
May: *Smiles* Good.
Peter: But what about you? Who's doing your old job while you're running this place for Mr. Li?
May: *Chuckles* I am. But I wouldn't mind more help. Know anyone?
Peter: Actually I do. You know a kid named...Miles Morales?
May: Morales? Wait....isn't that the name of Aaron's nephew?
Peter: Y---Y--Yeah. He's his father's brother who was Jefferson Davis. The cop who was being honored at city hall.
May: Oh good lord....
Peter: Yeah I talked to him and Aaron at the funeral. He'as a real smart boy. But....he's really going through so much.
May: I knew a boy like that once.
Peter: I even remember it helped to....stay busy. I was thinking it could help him too.
May: Well...I did just got off the phone with Aaron. He asked if it was ok he could come help with a few things.
Peter nodded and he pulled out the paper Rio gave to him at the funeral and handed it to May
Peter: Here's his mom's number.
May: *Takes it* Thanks sweetheart. I'll give her a call when I can.
Peter: By the way....have you...heard from Mr. Li today?
May: No. Why?
Peter: Oh just....wondering . I'll have to get back to my....patrol soon I'm gonna see if there's anything I can do first.
May: Please be careful when you go back out ok?
Peter finally left the kitchen and soon his expression turned serious as he went up to Li's office he grabbed the door nob but no surprise it was locked Pete soon spotted an air vent above the door and looking back making sure no one was around Pete pulled both his web shooters out of his pockets and placed them placed them on his wrists and zipped up to the vent
And then Pete came out landing in the middle of Li's office and the first thing he noticed was the shrine of Li's parents which had Pete curious on why that was there
Peter: Li's parents? he said they left him at an orphanage in Hong Kong. I guess MJ's hunch was correct. There must be more than what he let on.
It didn't take him long to noticed the key hole on the side of the shrine Pete frowned again as there could be another room behind it he went to Li's desk where he found a note from Li to May which was the same one he was writing before Peter showed him the Demon Mask he picked it up and read it
Please forgive me but I didn't had the heart to tell you this in person. But I'm not really coming back. Because sooner or later you're going to hear things that say I'm a terrorist and a murderer. They're all going to be true. But what is also true was how grateful I am that you were willing to help me help the hopeless. It even brought me hope. Tell Peter I'm sorry too. He's a good kid. Tell him I was proud. But I'm so sorry to let you down. Please don't loose your faith in F.E.A.S.T. because of my failings.
Peter placed the note down and went in a drawer of the desk and found Li's journal which gave him some more information of Li's connection with the Demons he even found a key that could FIT that key hole in the shrine
Peter fitted the key in and what it opened was the WHOLE shrine to a back room where Pete saw more Demon Masks shinning weapons that glew like their powers he even saw he had articles of Norman Osborn in the middle wall it was for sure Li was obsessed with Norman and to his bigger surprise guess what he found on the table infront of it
Peter: Is that.....the file from Fisk's auction house?
That's right the Devil's Breath file the Demons took it from MJ and Li had it here the whole time and now he knew he had SOLIDE evidence for Yuri Pete took the file hiding it in his back pack Pete was about to leave until....he tripped on something causing his spider sense to go off and leaped to the ceiling just as the flour was electrifying seemed Li left a trap case there were any intruders but lucky for Pete he found another air vent that lead him to the laundry room
Pete came out with caution till he heard....a familiar voice
Peter's heart jumped as he turns around and it went up his throat as he saw who it was
Peter: Mr....Li???? I...thought you were out of town...
Martin: I hope you found what you were looking for.
Saved by the second voice Pete saw May coming by with a box of cereal boxes
May: Back so soon?
Peter: I'll take those! *Takes them *
Li putted on a smile to May
Martin: Not for long actually. I just forgot something at my office.
May: Did you hear about City Hall?
Martin: Uhhh…....yes. Yes I did. *Turns to Peter* How tragic.
May: Peter and Mary Jane were there. They were very lucky to get out of there alive
Martin: You? at an Osborn rally? I didn't know you were a fan.
May: Actually they know Mayor Osborn's son Harry. They spent childhood together. Right Peter?
Martin: So you two are friends with an Osborn huh??
Hearing that made MJ's other hunch correct it would seem sooner or later Martin may go after Harry too Peter was tempted to warn May about Li but worried that would jeopardize her and everyone here
Martin: Anyway....what matters now is that you two are safe and sound.
Peter: But aren't you worried the bombers are still out there? Who knows what they planned next.
Martin: Trust me I don't think you or May have nothing to worry about. As LONG as you don't SWING into places you're not suppose to be.
Now that scared Peter more when he said that wondering if he possibly figured out his secret by catching him coming out of the vent but that was a question yet to be answered later
Martin: Well....I better go. My flight leaves in 20 minutes.
May: Do you know yet when you'll be back?
Martin: No not yet. I suppose whenever my work in Hong Kong is done. Once again....Goodbye May. Peter.
Martin turned away and walked down the hall to the front door some of the homeless even Gloria waved at him he tried to reply with smiles and waves but most of them time he tried not to show his real expression to them....and it was a grudge
Pete frowned again but lower after he saw this slight little speck of energy sparkle from Martins fingertips before his hand went into his pocket. Once again, another indication of the man he once knew and the man he is now was no longer one of the same.
Thing is he wasn’t the only one to notice that.
May: Did I just see—
Peter: If we’re talking about the same thing, yes.
Peter was tempted to warn May about Li but worried that would jeopardize her and everyone here. But the temptation not to do so weared off.
May: What are you thinking right now, Peter?
Peter: I'm thinking you need to stand back.
Him being the experienced crime fighter, May had to oblige wearily. Peter takes the forward leap ahead, tailing Li no sooner should he leave.
What starts as a mild power walk soon gallops into a run and then a frantic sprint towards the front door as he burst straight through. Peter was just in time to see Martin take his leave in his limo a few feet from the center. Breathing heavily as he burst out the door, the glance Li gave him as he stood as immobile as possible told him I’ll be expecting you soon. And Peter ashamed and embarrassed, bit against the urge to ball his fists up and hit something.
Easier said than done as a homeless man, for seemingly no reason, came ducking in to tackle Peter from behind unaware his spider-sense allowed him to avoid said attack. Almost immediately however, he got back up.
Then there came more homeless people from both sides of the building and each took a turn ganging up and trying to punch Peters lights out. "Wait wait wait!", he pleads to no avail. Noticing each one had the exact same negative streamline kinetic energy glowing through their bodies and how relentless their offense was getting, there was no getting through with them. All he could do was stay on the defense while his eyes repeatedly gaze over to Li escaping in his limo.
He couldn't see the apparent look of regret plastered over Martins face and the glare of sorrow in his eyes. His demeanor looks sad at first but slowly, gradually builds up to a demented smirk as the limo drives off.
Left with no choice, Peter's urge to pull his punches was no longer ignored as he had kicked one attackee to the railing following another block check strike. He got tackled from behind, grabbed from the hips. No leverage to shake him off following his increased durability so Peter had to swing around to loosen the grip while kicking another homeless man down at the same time.
The energy appeared to have died off by the time all four of them hit the ground and even worse, none of them appeared to be breathing at least to a point where it was or wasn’t obvious. As Peter went down to check, his fears were founded: while he didn't kill him, the negative energy nearly did.
Menacing glare over his face as he left was one thing but his eyes radiating with negative energy like under some finicky advanced possession didn't make Peter all the more comfortable. Glancing down at the now defenseless band of homeless folks who attacked him, without hesitation no less, there was no beating around the bush any longer.
Li knew exactly who he was.
The unpredictability of his Aunt coming into danger wasn't a guarantee anymore and that name drop following their conversation didn't give Peter any hope that Harry wouldn't be in trouble again. Making matters even more complicated is how he knew about the Devil's Breath, why his grudge with Norman Osborn is even a thing and why these are the lengths Li had chosen this far to go. Did he care this much about tarnishing Osborn's legacy he was willing to doom the entire city over it?
Didn't have time to find out so he takes out EDITH to make the call, and hoping this would be enough to get some hard earned justice for the man he once called his friend.
Peter: Yuri. How are you?
Luckily.....still employed. We just got back from confiscating the evidence you informed me of over at the recycling center. As of right now......still the captain. What's happening on your end?
Peter: Lots more where that came from. When you get a chance, head to the F.E.A.S.T center and you'll find the rest of the evidence you need.
What exactly am I going to find?
Peter: A lovely woman named May Parker.....and a lot of stuff in his office pinpointing his destructive nature and next plan of attack. He's got something called "Devil's Breath" planned.
Sounds destructive. What exactly is it?
Peter: Sounds like a bioweapon honestly. Picked up the folder with the information back at Fisk's auction house.
Any chance I can look at it?
Peter: Yeah but first I need to hold on to it till I can learn more about it. I'll send you copies when I'm done.
Ok, good work. We're on our way to the center now. And if we find what you say is there, I'll put on an OFFICIAL search for Martin Li.
Peter: Thanks, Yuri. EDITH, call MJ.
Calling Mary Jane Watson.
Switching lines, disconnecting and reconnecting simultaneously, Peter got no reaction from the other side of the phone before he made the first move.
Peter: MJ, hey. I think you might wanna hear this.
Hey, Pete. I don't think this is a good time.
Peter: That why you're whispering?
Yeah, I'm in the middle of something. Maybe you can tell me later tonight.....say, dinner at my place?
"OH", was all he could mutter. The conversation from the ceremony seemed to be rubbing off on them both in the best possible way. Slight baby steps into getting back to each other on a friendly basis were progressing smoothly albeit on such a bumpy collision course. Now might've not been the best time to take a minor break but anything if it meant MJ was there.
Peter: Umm.....yeah. Yeah, absolutely, sure. I can cook if you want.
Cool. See ya around.
Peter: Oh man...Dinner at MJ's. Hm. What should I even cook? Without burning anything that is.
Try Chicken Curry. They're a lot more easier to make in your experience.
Peter: Oh yeah. May loved that on her birthday last year. Thanks for the tip Edith.
Peter was just about to remove the glasses until....
Peter wait! You have a call from: Otto Octavius
Peter: Oh. I wonder if this is about his idea he mentioned on my voicemail. Accept. Hi Doctor. How you doing?
Great! Just great! Cause I got exciting news! Can you come by the lab?
Peter: You....yo mean right now?
This my defining moment! You have to see this!
Peter: Uh....Uh....that's great Doc but....I...I've made dinner plans with Mary Jane. Any chance I can come by tomorrow?
It won't take long. I promise. I know you have your hands full with your...second job. I have been watching the news but this will be real quick. You NEED to see this!
Peter: Uh....I guess....I could swing by for just a minute.
Terrific! I'll see you soon!
The line hung up and Peter took off Edith placing them in his pocket with so much thoughts in his mind the way Otto sounded he seemed more happier since Norman cut his funding made him wonder more if he had his job back
We cut to a minute later back at Octavius Industries finally where Pete came in in his lab coat which was the first time in weeks since he wore it
Over here Peter.
Pete looked over to the further back and noticed all the new equipment and boxes all around the lab and Peter could not help but to be amazed that his former boss had been busy since their funding was cut
Peter: My god. Look at all these new stuff. Where did you get all this equipment?
Otto: I called some old colleagues of mine. For every last favor. I had to take out a few loans but for the first time in weeks it's like we're starting over again. But THIS time......it's going to be a hell of a lot different!
Peter came over at his position to see their robotic arm just had an UPGRADE it was bigger stronger even looked more advanced than ever
Peter: Gee Doc. You really been busy.
Otto: The Mayor cutting our funding motivated me enough to upgrade our project. And we're JUST getting started my boy. You see we've been looking at prosthetics from the wrong perspective. And it had me thinking: "Why restore people to what they use to be....when we can make them even BETTER?"
The tone of Otto's voice sounded so positive Peter never even seen him like this before not even when he attended his classes at Empire State
Otto: So....you ready to witness the new generation to human kind?
Peter: As I ever will be.
Otto then picked up a remote controller which obviously controls the arm even at it's old state Otto switched it on and made the arm lift itself to it's highest
Peter gasped softly the way it did Otto chuckled at his reaction and as it was about to grab the coffee mug....it sadly began to spike again
Otto: No...No No NO!!
Peter: Everything ok?
The arm manage to grab the mug but then shorted out again and dropped the mug smashing as it hit the flour which drove Otto crazy
Otto: GODAMMIT!! I hope you're happy Norman....this is all your fault you SON OF A BITCH!!
Otto threw the remote on the flour with rage bursting out of his lungs and they sounded more HATEFUL than angry which worried Peter what this was doing to him he looked back seeing Otto starting to sadden as he leaned down on the table
Peter: I'm sorry Doc. I guess I now know who you're not voting for in the next election.
The Doc looked up to him with seriousness on his face
Peter: I uh....I didn't mean it like that. It was a joke. I....have a habit of making bad jokes in....tense situations.
Otto: *Wides a smiles and chuckles* No worries Peter. It was a good joke. I bet you used them more on your enemies don't you?
Peter: You caught me there. But I know you're not one of them.
Otto: Course not Parker. Never will be. It was just an overreaction. Something I had since I was young.
Peter: How bout you take a break. And I'll clean all this up.
Otto nodded and he slowly walked to his chair and sat down as Peter grabbed the near by broom where it was always kept during each hiccup they had and as he swept up the mug pieces Peter just couldn't help but to be couldn't help but to be curious on what Otto had with Norman
Given he's one of his best friend's dad and he works for a man who hates him so much but doesn't blame him despite he didn't want to hurt his friend Harry but he had to know what the deal was
Peter: I don't mean to pry Doc but....what's the deal with you and Mr. Osborn? He said you two were friends or something.
Otto: We were. We were lab partners and roommates in college. Like you and his boy were. Curt (Dr. Connors) was our Ned Leeds.
They chuckled after that
Otto: We almost did every experiment and project together, mostly Norman and me but we did reptile DNA with Curt. After graduation we decided to build a company together. We both had visions of....changing the world. We just had different ideas about it.
Peter: So.....you worked at Oscorp?
Otto: Better. I helped built it. I'm even the second reason it's called Oscorp. In grad school our classmates and teachers called us the O's. Norman thought it had a nice ring by adding corp so....when he bought the old Avengers Tower that's what he named it. Norman became President of the Contract Deques Labs. I became the Head of Research to our projects.
Peter: Then....why did you quit?
Otto: Norman became more and more obsessed with genetics. He started working on a project he called.....GR-27. It's a reducing serum that could possibly cure any dieses in the world. Even Cancer. The only problem was....it was unethical. And then there was this.....incident that....
Peter stared at the way he paused like there was more to the story that seemed to hide some event which could have destroyed their friendship forever
Otto: Let's just say it cost so much. And then Lawyers got involved and....I just couldn't stay there after that. I went back to Empire State to teach with Curt while looking into building my own company. I relied on Grants ever since.
Peter: I see....sounds like you been through a lot there. Did you guys ever tried patching things up?
Otto: Norman tried once or twice but.....he's still on about that GR project. I just can't be around him as long as he is. If.....if this project doesn't work...…
Peter: It will. Cause I think I found the problem. The circuit was just a little short.
Peter took a half minute to reroute the circuit on the pad and just after Otto brought in some fresh brewed coffee he let Peter use the controller so when he did the arm moved again and gently grabbed the mug lifting it up which impressed them both and they chuckled
Peter: Wow! I think we did it!
Otto: Indeed. It seems to like you more. Hehehe that was a joke too. But none the less next step: Neural Interface.
Peter: Gee Doc. That sounds like a lot of work to do by yourself. I can still help. I haven't found another job yet.
Otto: That's nice of you to say but my funding's are still.....
Peter: I know but the point is.....my "Second" job is also about changing the world too. So what's a few bucks for?
Otto: *Chuckles* That's the spirit Peter. *Picks up his mug* To changing the world.
Peter made the arm clang his mug to Otto's to make a toast to changing the world Otto became more and more proud how Peter was dedicated into changing the world and he knew his alter ego as Spider-Man was just a slight start on that but Peter's motivations were just the same as they are now even during EVERYTHING he went through with the Avengers Toomes Thanos Mysterio and even his trips to the multiverse that saved his identity and when he encountered Venom in St Francisco
But those were stories to be told later but for now this was to a better future
Later that 8PM sharp we finally come to Mary Jane's apartment where the doorbell rang and MJ rushed to it's opening it before Pete could quote she just pulled him and just the door which had Peter.....a LITTLE jumpy
MJ: Peter! So glad you came. You are not gonna believe what just happened.
MJ: You know that Address you found at Li's base? I went there.
MJ: Before you give me the "You could have been killed" lecture just check this out.
MJ reached in her pocket and pulled out a weird device she picked up during her infiltration to God knows where
Peter: What's this?
MJ: I got it off an old mutual friend of ours. And you won't believe who so just listen.
~An hour and a half earlier~
Swift, silent and sure was Mary Janes attitude and mentality as she slid down a narrow hallway surrounded by cabinets and toolboxes and motorcycles while constantly having her earbuds trampled with approaching/dwindling footsteps blindly passing by as she blended in to the dark obscene scenery to the wall. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely following the lack of air conditioning, she needed her jacket off.
The address that Peter sent to MJ discreetly, Pale Horse Ridez, was one of the few splices of info Peter received following his visit to the discontinued Consolidated Shipping. So considering how she got full coverage on information surrounding the Demons and considering how she refused to sit in the backburner while Peter does all the hero stuff, it only made it fair to her that she took matters into her own hands and head to said address herself. But she didn't expect this much and this little resistance at the same time.
MJ found no way to move however without roughing up the place in the most obscure manner possible, so she pushes a toolbox an inch above her out the way. It crashes to the floor, alerting one before she runs across the other side. "Seriously, Who's the dumbass who can't put their shit away?"
BARELY escaping within the skin of her teeth, her confidence was more or less assured, glimpsing over at the office window no less than about a minute away. Startled by more voices, MJ just shuffles and moves quickly away from more conveniently placed cabinets and boxes and giant wheels the size of a monster truck. Judging from the abundance of motorcycles present, MJ couldn't help but to shake the thought This is a mechanics shop. Who'd Martin want here to help him?
While not clouding and drowning out the possibility of an inner circle, more noises and voices rattling from within the shop force MJ to move yet again, only this time up a conveniently placed cargo ramp and back down to the other side.
All this left MJ doing was crouching and zigzagging back and forth from hiding place to hiding place in the most unorthodox manner she could manage only for more voices to startle her as she stumbled back into some barrels no less than two feet away from the office. Finally reached some kind of safe haven.
The dirty yet flakey texture of the barrels, however, caught her eye as it displayed the symbol titled Alchemax. Taking her mind off the subject matter, it was interesting to discover that Alchemax, which is normally present in the year 2099, is also present here on Earth-616. Before more speculations can be taken, a slow thump elevated louder and louder as the sound approached the window and the window shattered as someone went flying through the glass, crashing and burning upon impact with a fractured leg.
Crawling did him no good soon as the door swings open and out steps this 6'7, 385 hulking giant of a man in shredded biker gear: Lonnie Lincoln (Michael Ja White). Also known professionally as.....
MJ: Tombstone. That's just......peachy.
The sight of seeing the biker twitch and contort with a broken leg was uncomfortable, not like she hadn't seen any of those before, but Tombstone was a big BIG dude and he didn't look the slightest bit remorseful about it.
Especially since other bikers were watching.
Rick: Lonnie, c'mon. Li'll never notice.
"That's right, Rick", Tombstone smugly agrees before gripping the back of Ricks neck and lifting him up like a small child. Rick can only squirm and yell and agony, unable to shake Tombstones grip.
Tombstone: Won't notice.....cause it won't be there!"
Slamming Rick face-first by the neck forced MJ to snap her head away for a split second. Luckily, she still heard more groaning and scratching amongst the pavement,
The man tried to point his gun at him frantically shaking and stirred proclaiming, "I said I'll fix it!" up to his face. What he'd get in return? His hand nearly crushed within Tombstone's grip yet still gripping the handle as Lonnie forced the barrel up to his forehead, chuckling sinisterly. Long before Rick even caught on to what he was doing, the trigger was pulled, the bullet left the chamber and a loud POP echoed through the shop all while MJ's eyes BOLTED from the sound and ducked down.
MJ: Is he NUTS?!
That was all she ushered before common sense came through: Lonnie was due to this, it rendered him superhuman. As a result, the bullet fired but it didn't dent him in the slightest, no scratch, no bruises, nothing. He gripped the gun hesitantly for some reason before authority came in and bludgeoned Rick with the gun.....and then CRUSHED down on his head.
That made MJ jump and turn away.
Tombstone: You had stones, Rick. But now I need a new welder.
He comments as he rips the gun apart, walking away with his biker gang.
Technically true but not all that he needed. MJ, nearly suffering from watching someone get his head crushed, peeked out from behind the barrels seeing a literal trail of blood where Ricks body laid.....and a shiny metallic object sticking out from the cold gooey mess: Rick had a GPS tracker fall out his pocket.
MJ: What the—
Unsure of how to take the news, Peter jumped awake, staring down at his simmering chicken curry and over at her cherry-colored red hair with her face buried deep into the computer.
Getting herself into trouble seemed to be one of, if not her new priority when she wasn't caught up with work at the Bugle or if the Bugle needing information prompted her to further endanger herself. As much as it pained him to even consider the option, hours and potential days could be wasted with multiple potential leads lost if he was doing this on his own. MJ was already stuck in the loop but he had to officially integrate her into this.
Be the adult, be the adult started echoing in the back of Peters cerebrum, opening the constant revolving door in his head once again self-doubting and contemplating his next line of action to no avail. He finally calls MJ's attention over to him, standing there so static.
Peter: Hey, Umm.....look, I wanna tell you not to do that again but since I know you're going to anyways.....
Out of his pocket, Peter just tosses a disc at MJ's direction and she catches it, but only just.
Peter:....take a few of those next time.
MJ: What exactly is it?
Peter: Basically something to distract nearby enemies. You'll need it where you're going.
MJ: Sweet. Thanks.
Peter: You know that Tombstone is pretty much invincible, though?
MJ: Hey, everyone has their weaknesses. Mine is.....whatever the hell you're cooking right now cause it smells like heaven.
Rapidly changing the topic, she was taken off by Never a bad time to slack off and just eat a little, right? "Seriously, what is that?", MJ repeats herself, noticing how Peter didn't immediately answer back.
Peter: Still working on the chicken curry. Just need some time to simmer.
MJ: Well I just hope you didn’t add dumplings.
Puzzlement and confusion wrapped over the thought bubble formulating through Peters head up until MJ just could not help but to laugh given their last dinner date. "You're kidding me, right?" The laughter only rose up a few decibels since what happened before did involve a disaster but the kind in which gave them a moment to reminisce on a happy accident.
Peter: Are you seriously never gonna let me live that one down?
Peter laughs the statement off as MJ continues shaking her head 'No', trying not to burst into tears from laughing her hardest. It subsidies just as Peter sits next to her on the couch as she took her drink for a sip to drown her parched throat.
MJ: Peter Parker; the king of the dumpling catastrophe. It's still weird they evacuated the entire building.
Peter: And that was only last January. Your neighbors absolutely HATED me.
MJ: Yeah they were....pretty happy when we broke up.....
Peter: Yeah....so was....
Felicia was suddenly in his head again and the last thing he want was to let her come between them again. Faint chuckles here and there faded rather quickly since, again, neither one were happy about their breakup. The smiles were gone, the laughter subsided and the two just felt dead inside.
MJ. Well....umm, anyways, you wanted to tell me something about Li?
Peter: Well, lets just say you weren't kidding about Li's corrupting touch. I actually saw it in action.
MJ: How so?
Peter: Four perfectly nice homeless people attacked me. Their bodies and eyes were glowing and.....now that I think about it, Yuri told me of a similar event with the guard that released Shocker. Shocker didn't think they were human at all.....and honestly I can understand why. What I don't get is when it comes to Norman Osborn....Li just....he doesn't act like himself. He clearly has bigger issues with him than anyone.
MJ: So it is all connected....but why?
Peter: I don't really know....but I think his next move involves this....Devil's Breath thing. Karen?
Peter: Any chance you can—?
He stops. Almost frozen, before looking back at MJ. Nothing really detrimental came out of her facial expressions but what did come out of it was the impression that Peter might not have needed MJ. Peter was better than that though.
She knew the risks. And she wanted to make sure she’d go through it with him. Peter felt that.
Peter: Cancel that. Whatever that is....MJ’ll dig into it.
The transmission ends as MJ hesitates to place her hand on Peters knee. She inches away at the last second but the thought was hard not to.....formulate.
MJ: Listen, Pete. Ive been thinking about this since City Hall....you and I both know better than anyone that you can’t do this vigilante act alone.
Peter: Doesn’t stop me from trying.
MJ: Which is why I want to propose a possibility: What if we....teamed up? You know, like we used to when we were younger?
Peter: Team up? Wait....are you saying....like uh....Spider-Girl? Spider-Woman?
MJ: No. No. Not a sidekick. I mean....if....I was....like that, I wouldn't call myself that. I'm more like, uh....backup. A last resort.
Peter: Like a.....Partner?
The idea had potential, promise, and it could work. Granted, it did work with Michelle and Ned since he already had Ned on his team as his guy in the chair but college was no cakewalk. With him kneedeep in semesters and being pressed for time, Peter didn't feel the need to think about taking up the offer.
Peter: I think....I like the sound of that.
MJ: So do I.
Peter: Is this really what you want though?
She suddenly lowers the tone of her voice before inching up a little bit close to him.
MJ: I wouldn't have it any other way.
She doesn't get TOO close however due to the oven beeping on and off repeatedly. Peter was quick to rush back in the kitchen, frustrated he nearly let the curry burn AGAIN.
Peter: No no no, not again! Damn it!
MJ slightly chuckled as she went back to her laptop and Peter coughed out the smoke as he tries to put it out and both of them were pretty occupied that is until.....
….MJ heard a vibration on the coffee table she reached behind her laptop grabbing something solid and pulling out Peter's phone
MJ read the image on the phone saying it was another crime system alert
MJ: Hey....you're....crime system thingy is going off. It's saying something about uh....a residential break-in.
Peter: Toss it over.
MJ tossed it like he asked her too and good thing Peter left his web-shooters on cause when he missed catching it he shot a web pulling it in his hand then read the alert
Peter: There's a brake in at a penthouse owned by a....Charles Standish.
MJ: Sounds familiar. Let me look him up.
Mary Jane typed in his name a dozens of records pulled up on that name
MJ: Here we go. Charles Standish. A chief Financial Officer at Oscorp. Single. Mostly known for his art collection.
And something on the Oscorp part hit MJ's brain like a truck running it over putting the puzzle in her head together knowing what the Crime System was saying
MJ: Wait....you don't think this has something to do with Li do you...…?
The second MJ turned her head Peter was already in his suit about to jump out the window but as he saw she caught him red handed there was a sudden awkward silence till Peter broke the silence with hesitant tone
Spider-Man: S--S--Sorry to cook and run. I....
MJ: Did you.....did you just seriously leave your clothes on the kitchen floor?
MJ's tone was a crack up one as she asked him that making Spidey froze dead in his tracks walking backwards into the kitchen and grabs his cloths folding them together and walks back in the living room
Spider-Man: Where do you want me to....
MJ: Just....the couch is fine. I'll get them washed and drop them off at F.E.A.S.T. tomorrow.
Spider-Man: Thanks. See you later?
After another awkward silence Pete turned around and leaped out through the windows as MJ went back on her laptop but little did both of them know...…
…..Pete left the Edith glasses on her table behind her laptop which was there with his phone before the Crime System went off
At the Standish Penthouse outside cops and Demons were gunfighting but inside on the top flour more Demons were all over the place on guard for any inference as two demons forced Standish on his laptop
Charles: Ok! Ok! Now what?
Demon # 1: Enter your password!
Demon # 2: Anything funny and we'll decorate the whole place with your brains!
Charles: Alright....I'm doing it.
As Charles typed in his password the Friendly Neighborhood Hero came in from an air vent after fighting his way from outside in the parking garage elevator shafts to the top flour
Spider-Man: Ok Karen. Give me visual scan.
His Spidey vision scanned every hostel in the room and one hostage with two hostels in the office assuming that was Standish and like in the Auction House Pete developed stealth attacks web ups and attacks from above to take the Demons out one by one
But the two in the office with Standish noticed their comrades were missing and went to investigate till they ended up the same as them but Pete's success was short lived when back up showed up and those Demons who had swords had Li's power like the one from his office
They were even fast enough to dodge Spidey's attacks so one thing clicked into Pete's mind
Spider-Man: Karen! Activate Enhance Combat Mode! But still no instant kill!
Enhance Combat Mode: Online.
His eye lenses widen and soon his agility made him fast enough to beat the speeded Demons and were then all beaten down which took the breath out of Peter
Spider-Man: Whoo….now let's try this again
Spidey went back to the office forcing the glass doors open seeing Standish hiding behind his desk after the fight went down
Spider-Man: It's alright. It's safe now.
Charles: Spider-Man thank god...
He stood up as Pete walked up to him by the desk
Spider-Man: What were they after?
Charles: I don't know....just....financial records.
Spider-Man: Let me guess: About Devil's Breath.
Charles: How do you know about that?
Spider-Man: Cause that's a file they stole from Fisk. Why are they after it?
Charles: Honestly don't know what it is. Mr. Osborn's been pouring money into it for almost ten years. He keeps the whole project a secret. He doesn't even tell the Board Members about it. I'm the only one he left with any record of it.
Spider-Man: Not anymore. Cause from the looks of your laptop they copied more records to a secure server. Payroll information. On a one....."Dr. Isaac Delaney"? Who's he?
Charles: Besides him being an Empire State University teacher I have no idea.....
Pete's spider sense went off revealing a Demon Chopper hovered outside the window Spider-Man pushed Standish down and flipped back to avoid the firing Charles ran to the elevator only to find the Demons blew them down and he fell in the shaft screaming
Spider-Man: HOLD ON!
Peter dives down the shaft and avoiding the falling debree Spidey shot a web line at Standish catching him and shot another at other elevator doors braking their falls and this indeed made Peter remember saving his classmates at Washington
Spider-Man: You ok?
Charles: Yeah I think so.
Spider-Man: Good. You know. Between you and me....as Elevator Shafts goes this is pretty nice.
Standish did not understand that joke given the whole shaft was on fire but later that hour he was being escorted out by Sable agents out by Sable agents that took over for the cops with our hero watching from above on a roof across the penthouse
Spider-Man: Karen? Call Yuri.
Calling Yuri Watanabe.
Spider-Man: Yuri. I got Standish out but didn't get much out of him just before these Sable jerks stepped in and told me to back off or they'd arrest me. What's the deal with these guys?
My guess is they care about keeping him quiet.
Spider-Man: Because he knows about Devil's Breath.
Right. Whatever the hell THAT is. When am I gonna get a copy of that file?
Spider-Man: Still working on it. But I think I got another lead at Empire State. Standish told me there's a teacher named Isaac Delaney. He has information about the Devil's Breath.
That's some lead. You sound like a cop now.
Spider-Man: Don't you mean...….Spider-Cop?
Oh HELL no!
The line hangs up
Unsurprisingly, the line hangs up a second later. Begrudgingly signing, it was the reaction he expected, opposite of what he'd hope. "That's fair", Peter admits. It's what he got for being annoying and nosy. History proved however that being nosy worked more and less in his favor at the same time and you can't really force any of the pieces to fit. Delaney was yet another piece to be found.
So who else to talk to about this then the one he can always trust?
Spider-Man: Karen, call MJ.
Line buzzes through static for a brief second and then picks with a rather ecstatic MJ on the side of the phone, following the news of his penthouse apartment being raided and destroyed.
Peter! You ok? What happened with Standish?
Spider-Man: He’s safe. But whoever the Demons are after next might not be. I got a name, you got a pen?
Better than a pen, I can look ‘em up.
Spider-Man: Ok then. What’d you find out about a Dr. Issac Delaney?
Funny you mentioned that. I accidentally stumbled across his name while looking across Oscorp records of Standish and it turns out he recently began working with another doctor at one of the many Oscorp labs stationed here. Whether or not it’s related to Devil’s Breath is beyond me but it’s worth investigating. Check out the photo I sent.
Pulling up phone HUD display.
Vibrating through the eye lenses of his suit, he immediately pulls up a digital file of his text messages skimming past more texts until a photo from MJ came into frame, highlighting a crowd of people in costume, none of which caught Peters eye unfortunately.
One thing was certain: this Halloween party came earlier than anticipated which meant he and Ned were due.
Spider-Man: Which one is him?
No idea, but I guess you'll have to go to the party and find out.
Spider-Man: Good thing I already have a suit.....wait, you still have my homemade sweatsuit, right?
Not that I know of, no. I think you gave it to Ned. So if we catch Li there, say hi to Ned and the gang if you see them for me.
Spider-Man: Will do.
~Thirty minutes later~
Empire State University: a private, Ivy League, research university in Upper Manhattan, New York City. The same college the Mayor and Otto attended together years before either one of them even knew Peter existed.....gave out a neutral 'Meh' to Peter. Not much changed since last time he visited aside from the obvious decor of trinkets, tinsels and rather large pieces of structure covering the front entrance in all this ominous glow of light.
If the giant skull or tentacles were any indication as to what he was walking into, Peter had just the right costume for the job. Except as he further walked into the grounds of the university for the Night of 1000 Ghouls as advertised on the flier, glancing at the concession stands, lights, tents, balloons, endless parade of people dressed as comic-book characters and World Of Warcraft characters and a stage set for a major band to perform, a damning conclusion was quick to follow.
Spider-Man: Halloween party. I'm coming for you, Ned......gotta change out of this thing.
Granted, comments such as "Would you look at that?" and "Now that's someone who puts the "A" into effort. Bravo!" were well appreciated but it slowed him down more than anything else. And who's to say the pedestrians with an eagle eye formulate a clue and assume the real Spider-Man was here? His costume gave out too much of a red flag in his opinion. If I'm gonna fly like this, I have to blend.
Unfortunately, his memory was more foggy than he'd like to remember which meant tediously walking around as much of the campus as he could before he could find his other best bud. More Spidey villains and Spidey cosplayers came into sight more than Transformers, Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings or even classics like Goldfinger or Scarface. Popularity would be the end of him if he was the first thing ever invented in modern culture. More minutes were lost wandering around navigating around college kids prancing and parlaying around to Turn Down For What, which only added to Peter's attention span drifting shortly away.
At least, until he came across an obvious House Of Mirrors display headed by a green, purple and yellow plaided cosplayer of Quentin Beck aka Mysterio with a literal fishbowl over his head just spray-painted purple, glossed over and shined.
"You gotta be—" He mutters his breath before changing his tune as he approached.
Spider-Man: Excuse me, do you know a Dr. Delaney?
Mysterio: Ahhh, Spider-Man. My nemesis, you won't catch me this time!,
it emphatically proclaims through its voice modifier before Spidey lost all ability to see within 10 feet in front of him. No attempt went in trying to chase the costumed plaid cosplayer through the House Of Mirrors due to being blinded by the smoke pellet, causing him to cough mildly.
No spider-sense needed to deduce where to go next.
Spider-Man: Oh no, smoke. Whatever shall I do?
He sarcastically quips, not letting the ol' prankster get too far away. The House Of Mirrors offered up little to no resistance since the path was merely straightforward.
At least until his spider sense went, signaling him to head to the right as a refill dart skimmed pasts his neck. Peter really had no time for this cosplayer but a part of him couldn't help showing off.
“Mysterio”: Now I have you!
The poor cosplayer stood no chance as Peter heedlessly dodges, ducks, dips, dives and dodges the refill nerf darts. Harmless, yes but they were still in the way. Unfortunately, he got a little carried away as he gripped the actual fishbowl and yanks it off but not before he sends said cosplayer hurling down to his knees.
The bowl cracks and so does Peters internal barrier before he could get down to business upon finally looking at the man's face. Both his and Ned Leeds (Chris O’Neal) faces drop from a look of annoyance to astonishment and all of a sudden, everybody felt incredibly stupid.
Peter couldn't help but to chuckle at both of their lacks of proper communication, seeing how it was difficult for the two to open up to one another, seeing it was the first time.
Spider-Man: Whenever you're surrounded and there's one minuscule tiny object that sticks out to you the most comes directly up at you, they're probably looking at you.
Ned: Sorry....I could barely see out of this thing and not to mention, it's been a couple years, has it not?
He clarifies as Peter helps him up as he nods, retracting his mask away.
Ned: Dude, the place is full of Spider-Men and his arch enemies all over the place.
Peter: Like that shirtless guy that called us twins back there?"
Ned: Oh, don't ask about him. But hey man, it's great you could attend. Give me some.
Interlocking and swooping in and out with their handshake, there came some slight reprieve for the two of them. But not for long.
Peter: Unfortunately, that's not why I'm here. I'm looking for Dr. Isaac Delaney. But I can't go like this; people might get suspicious, so I need my other suit. You still have it, right?
Ned: Closet up in my dorm, yeah. But what's the rush exactly?
Peter snaps his head to him and back around the crowd of people before inching closer to Ned, signaling him to come closer. Whispering came few and far between amidst the large party crowd but Ned heard enough to the point where his eyes almost bulged wide open.
Ned: Aww shit.
No longer was this party fun and games for Ned. His head back in the game, all he had to do was guide Peter out of the House Of Mirrors ripoff room and just point up to his left above him.
Ned: Right above that dragon, that first window to the left. Stay out of the lights so no one will see you.
Immediately pausing in their tracks with the voice startling them, their hands immediately shoot up.
....at ease, and let Funny Man bang on these keys.
Spinning slowly around following that slight slight subversion from bumping out Hollywood Undead lyrics from the speaker system, the sight before them came in the form of another in the long lost of old friends, as well as an old flame: snarky, sarcastic Michelle Jones (Janelle Monáe) in a leather jacket and plaid old black Denim jeans.
Michelle: Sup, nerds?
Nothing could stop Peter from looking absolutely petrified. The sight garnered the mildest of chuckles from Michelle.
Michelle: You know, Peter, you call me Michelle again if you want. It's not even my official nickname anyways. It's just what my friends called me.....when I had them.
That turned out peculiar for the two boys, given it was just a random nickname for one MJ and an official nickname for another. Peter couldn't help but notice she was twirling around her broken Black Dahlia necklace from those many years back, thus bolting his eyes open. About a good chunk of the metal was scrapped and the paint was torn, yet none of that bothered her if she still kept it.
Yet another distraction.
Peter: Yo-you still kept it.
Michelle only flashes a crooked grin.
Michelle: What more can I say? Love comes in many different forms and I'd rather receive the best kind of love from a friend who knows everything about me and always puts others before himself.
Simultaneously, they both utter "Elbert Hubbard", following what Michelle loosely based what she said off of. Another slight chuckle later, the two bring it in with a resounding hug. It was nice, it felt good. But there was nothing like seeing an old friend.....even it never lasts for long.
Michelle: So....I guess you're not really here for the party? Spider work?
Peter: Yeah.....uh....that's why I have to....
Michelle: Oh yeah yeah yeah. Totally fine, just....stay out of the lights.
Michelle stared emotionless at Ned as Pete, since he couldn't leap, ran out and away from the hall and back into the crowd. Not much could be seen from a distance point away until the reflective red, blue and gold reflected off from the side with Peter parkouring over tents before narrowly avoiding lights to begin climbing to Ned's room.
Michelle: What's he here for?"
Ned: He's looking for the Lizard.
Michelle: Connor's or Delaney?
Confusion spiked at Ned, turning his head towards her, at least until she lets down her demeanor and smirks. She wasn't known for being the one who told the jokes let alone react to them, at least from what Peter or Ned was used to seeing. The deadpan was loosening up a little bit and was having fun.
The unfortunate matter for Peter is that while he felt changing the suit was necessary, it was anything but. Trouble had already reared his ugly head down on the dance floor with the breakdancing cosplay Lizard known as Dr. Issac Delaney (Demián Birchir). Flapping his arms and spastically hopping up and down the dance floor, he was having too much fun.
Bustin' a move ultimately resulted in him bumping into other people, mildly irritating whoever came into contact with the doctor/professor. Irritation came to a boiling point though once Men In suits and ties just grabbed Delaney by the shoulder and forcibly take the mask off him.
Said men were wearing masks themselves: Demon masks. Terror filled Delaneys eyes.
The door to Ned's dorm burst open only for Peter to slam it shut the second he enters. It was a hassle to find considering every single dorm room looked exactly the same apart from one another and no time needed to be wasted to begin with. Luckily, no signs of his roommate was a blessing in disguise and as for the room? Not completely diseased free but sturdy enough.
Peter: Hurry up, Peter. Hurry up!
Dissolving and calling the nanotech away from his suit leaving him in his jammies, he gallops to the closet door and tossing out shoebox after shoebox after shoebox stuffed within the corner of the room.
Finally, he hits paydirt at the second to last shoebox: the red sleeveless hoodie with a small black spider-emblem at its center, blue sweatsuit underneath, pair of fingerless black and red gloves, red boots, and the ugly looking red ski mask with goggles on the eyes. Still looked cheap as all hell but it was all he got.
"A onesie, ehh Tony?", Peter chuckled with all jokes aside, considering how usefully this suit was more than simply just that.
With one suit slapped on and the other in his backpack. Now more presentable and camouflaged enough to not raise any suspicions, Peter just needed another course of directions. Easier said than done, for the first obstacle that immediately bombarded him was on the other side of his friends door.
Another young African American female (Meagan Good), a few years older than him, completely ripped his focus away from his primary objective. He couldn't put his finger on it at first once but once two and two connected, his breathing quickly intensified and his brain couldn't function properly. Luckily, Peter didn't have to make the move first.
But he did drop the mask.
Woman: Umm, my apologies. I thought Ned would be here.
Peter: Well....j-just be glad his roommate isn't.
A mild chuckle from her later, her posture loosens but so does Peter's. He had to take a step back to fully bask in the image of what she was saying. He couldn't help but shake the feeling and a part of him didn't want it to be true. But it was.
Peter: I, uhh, I feel like—sorry if I'm pushing a little too far here but you don't think we've ran into each other in the past, have we?
Now it got the gears in her head cranking a few times.
Woman: Not that I remember, but....it's coming back to me.
Peter needed some sort of confirmation to deduce the facts from fiction and what he had to say next would be the key to figuring it out.
Peter: So you don't mind if I give you some trivia? Who would you consider your.....superhero crush?
Woman: That's a bit random but.....decades strong, still have a bit of thing for Spidey. I did have a.....a dance at the time this crush formulated but not all ended well.
That bolted his eyes wide open.
Liz: Yes, Wha—how do you know me?
Peter: I think the better question is 'How can I forget you?' You were always the smartest girl at Midtown High.
Every further distraction meant a man's life would be further in jeopardy but Peter couldn't help but to let past memories resurface. And Liz found herself doing the same once two and two click together upon the realization that the stranger in front of her used to be her homecoming date from 2017.
A quick loss of breath follows after the revelation, some hesitation but most of it, left her utterly dumbfounded.
Liz: Peter? Is—is that really you?
Peter: Y-yeah. Yeah, it's me Peter. It's really me.
He expressed the matter rather gleefully, trying not to overdo himself in front of another old flame. After two and half decades with no contact or communication whatsoever, the two former Decathlon members were face to face once more and from the looks of it, they both looked remotely more pleased to be in each other's presence as opposed to last time.
One felt more happy to be with the other than the other. Liz couldn't resist being polite though, for Peter had always been a good guy.
Liz: Wow. I can't believe....almost didn't recognize you under there. Under that....did you make that?
Peter: Y---yeah. Awhile back. I, umm.....
Liz: Am sorry? Again?
Something went off in Peter's head when she said that for he's quick to dismiss her statement, shaking his head vigorously.
Peter: Of course not, no. I'm done with that.
Liz wasn't confident that he was being truthful with her. She used to know him like the back of her hand and it just felt too odd.
Liz: You used to say that a lot back then. You sure?
There was no use in avoiding the question or trying to bypass it and not answering would make him come off as disrespectful so all he did was nod. Luckily, his movements no longer spoke out as shy and awkward so Liz couldn't tell. Switching the topic.....
Peter: Well, anyways Liz, uh....what brings you back to town?"
Liz: I'd rather talk about it with the others present. You know where they are?
Peter: I....saw Ned and Michelle downstairs. So I guess I'll see you down there?
Liz can only nod. However, she couldn't go without loosening up a little bit and giving Peter a unanticipated hug off the bat. It felt undeserved in Peter's case, with the prom dance still lingering in the back of his mind wondering what could've happened if things did go to plan. All water appeared to be under the bridge at this moment, apparently. It took a little while for Peter to hug her back, replying with a perplexed....
Liz: I missed you. Glad you're holding up fine.
With a high school memory more or less restored, there wasn't much left to say or do aside from watching Liz, still as beautiful as ever, walk down the hall and completely disappear after breezing by a few familiar men in black.
But soon as he saw that familiar men in black pair with Chinese opera masks and Delaney in the Lizard scaled tail and jacket in their grasp, he ducked back into the room. Changing the suit didn't alter his initial thoughts whatsoever: it wouldn't matter what suit he'd be wearing, for as a group as eagle eyes as Martin Li's band of demons, they'd be able to tell the difference between a phony imitation and the real thing.
Not willing to risk one of them see him too early, he heads to the end and lifts up the window just as one Demon got suspicious passing the open door. No use looking through the window and out the window, for the webslinger was already gone.
Mask and goggles on.
Spider-Man: Can't risk them catching me and killing him.
Crawling along the walls wouldn't get him to Delaney after faster albeit safely but that's when he saw a vent beside him. Yet another private ventrance.
A laboratory closed for the day was one of the few logical locations to discuss matters privately for the Inner Demons, with no one really suspecting anyone would be in there. At least it would've been that way if there was a nasty sword cleave through the locks on the door. The Inner Demons entered in droves, still holding Delaney as a hostage.
Delaney: Who are you? All of you?
While little fear resonated through to Delaney, there was obviously a lot of anxiety and uneasiness that came with being threatened at gunpoint. His hands were jittery and goosebumps were aplenty the further he was pushed ahead with more guns and weapons being placed around him.
Delaney: I asked who are you?
Consider me a debt left unpaid
Echoing the ominous message with a concealed layer of anger hidden underneath the exterior, that was his introduction to Martin Li, peeking out from the shadows, yet encompassed in the familiar shades of black from afar.
Li: You recently began working with someone at an Oscorp lab.
Delaney: H-how do you know that?
Li: I'm pressed for schedule and we don't have a lot of time, Issac. Give me his name.
Delaney still tried to hide it, but Li knew too much already. He could see that the doctor was...fearful. Delaney was trying to hide his fear, but little could get past the former owner and founder of F.E.A.S.T.
A look of deep regret overshadowed his mind, aware of what he'd have to do next as he reached for his wrist and massaged the His eyes fluxated with flashing white while his skin, suit and tie inverted colors, spiking with fiercely omniscient blasting electrical energy, inverts change in colors to negative. His appearance resembled that of a photographic negative with his face and hands turned black while his hair, suit, tie and eyes all resonated white.
The birth of Mr. Negative.
This only made Delaney even more uncomfortable around him. But then his corrupting touch comes into play: infecting Delaney with his apparent mind-control ability via a single finger, bringing out Delaneys photographic negative side with his eyes and skin radiating black and white.
Mr. Negative: Now....the person you're working with. His name.
Delaney: Dr. Morgan Michaels.
No sooner should the beans spill does the vent suddenly break open from above and incomes the friendly neighborhood hero.
Spider-Man: Show's over Li. Let him go!
He boldly usurped the statement a few seconds too late, seeing how Delaney's appearance resembled that of a photographic negative, his skin white and all his clothes with an inverted color scheme.
Peter wouldn't even be able to move unfortunately since Mr. Negative immediately launched project powerful electricity-like blasts of negative energy from his hands, leaving a nasty blast residue in its wake as it knocked Peter back completely, causing debris to crash down on him. But the sudden drainage of energy forced Li down to a knee.
A subtle growl can be heard from within until it bellows, echoing throughout the room. It was getting stronger, it grew more hungry. The demon feeding off his energy left his only option: absorption. Placing his hands on two of his Inner Demons nearby, a streak of light sparked out from their heart and into Li's hands as he absorbed their lifeforce as opposed to when he'd gift small portions of his powers to his followers.
Both men dropped dead having served their purpose and Li's energy restored but he wasn't done yet.
Once again at his strongest, he respectfully nodded towards Isaac again. But not before taking a gun from beneath him and cocking the hammer.
Mr. Negative: Thank you....Doctor.
He then handed him the gun and walked out, followed by the demons just when Peter pushes off the ruble and looks out in horror to see the Doctor, still under Li's influence, pointing the gun to his head.
Delaney drops dead with the energy on him lowering off as Peter kicked the ruble off him and rushed to the recent deceased Doctor
Peter: I'm sorry Isaac
He looked where Li and the Demons exited and he frowned deep on and went after them still not believing the man he knew at F.E.A.S.T. had literally just crossed another line and likely had to be stopped by all costs
Outside Li and his men kicked open a door and Ned was sadly the first to notice him he looked odd at the newly super villain with his negatively imaged appearance as he approached him with emotionless
Ned: Uhh….hey man....nice costume...
Li only respond with a tap on his chest consuming Ned too with his dark energy and like the guard who released Shocker the suicidal bombers the homeless people who attacked Peter AND Delaney his skin and eyes glows pure white
Mr. Negative: Keep your friend from fallowing me ANY means nessercary.
A few minutes later Pete came out from the busted doors Li created and what he saw were student under Negative control even his best friend and first girlfriend
Spider-Man: NED?! MICHELLE?!
Ned: Mr. Negative was never born. He is ever living.
Michelle: He is attached to nothing. Thus he is one with all.
Peter saw in horror as his old high school classmates along with the rest of the students and teachers were infected and they attack him like Zombies from Dawn of the Dead
Ned throws punches only for Pete to dodge and try to reason with him
Spider-Man: Ned! Snap out of it man! Li's controlling you with his corrupting touch!
Ned didn't respond just kept punching and Michelle jumped him from behind tying his neck with her arms
Michelle: How bout one last kiss loser.
Spider-Man: This....isn't you....
Michelle continues to strangle him but Pete throws her off and ties her to the wall with webs
Spider-Man: Sorry Michelle it's for your own good.
Ned attacks him again and he flips over him only to encounter Negative Infected Liz
Spider-Man: Oh god!
She grabs him throwing him like Colossus did Deadpool back into the Hall of Mirrors
Spidey recovered as Liz approached him emotionless and raised her hand to him about to strike but he then launched himself leaping over her and typing her to the mirrors only to get lunged by Ned again but Pete grabs his arms then knocks him off balance tying him to the flour
Spider-Man: Sorry dude. Had to stop you somehow.
In time for several minutes Spidey made short work of the other corrupted students tying them all down just till the effects wore off but Li had manage to escape and remembering what he got out of Delaney he knew those other Doctor. Morgan Michaels was next on his list
No time to loose Pete pulled off his mask and out his regular cell from the pocket of his old suit and called Yuri
Peter: Yuri. I need help.
I know. I got a report of shots fired at ESU.
Peter: Yeah that's me. AND Li. He was just here and right now you need to try and track down a Doctor Morgan Michaels. He's Li's next target.
Copy that. We're on our way.
The line cut off as Pete heard a groan from the flour seeing Ned back to normal and still tied down
Ned: Damn my head. What....hey! What's up?! Why am I tied in your webs?!
Peter: Sorry man. You were kinda out of control.
He cut the webs off Ned and helped him up as Ned whipped the small webs off his Mysterio costume
Ned: Guess you weren't kidding about these Demons. What'd they want?
Peter: Mostly Harry's dad. For now they're looking for Delaney's boss Dr. Morgan Michaels. Li's on a warpath. He's got to be stopped he just murdered Delaney by making him shoot himself.
Ned: That maniac! He's worse than Beck. Sounds like you're gonna need my help with this.
Peter: Are you sure Ned? I don't mind if you got enough on your shoulders.
Ned: Way I see it you're gonna need all the help you can get. Besides it'll be like old times again.
Peter: Good to have my guy in the chair back.
Next thing they heard was police sirens coming along with Sable's troops pulling up
Ned: Go. I'll hold everything here.
Pete nodded and ran off leaping to the roof and Ned started untying everyone even Michelle and Liz
Later Pete was back in his Upgraded suit above Empire State looking down to Sable troops and Yuri's officers on the scene Yuri even went to the background to avoid being scene she looked up around the place
Yuri: I know you're still here.
Spider-Man turned up crawling on the wall beside her
Spider-Man: What gave me away?
Yuri: I knew you would stick around just to talk. But anyways who is this Dr. Morgan Michaels?
Spider-Man: I'm not sure I think he's the head scientist on Devil's Breath. Did you manage to find him?
Yuri: Yes and No. Silver has him under Sable protection at a safehouse somewhere in the city. But she won't tell me where.
Spider-Man: I thought you and that crazy lady were working together.
Yuri: So did I. Until she told me Osborn pays her men triple if they kept her mouth shut.
Spider-Man: Alright. I have another idea on how to find him. I'll let you know what happens
Just then he webbed zipped straight up with Yuri looking up at him
As such our hero arrives at Oscorp remembering it to be the old Avengers Tower however it was under Sable security so with a little help from Karen he manage to disarm all the systems only to alert the troops to be on watch for an intruder Pete avoided their detection and manage to get into Norman's office
He wasn't there so he came in through the vent and went on his computer and looked up Devil's Breath on it but what he found was something he heard earlier today
Spider-Man: GR-27? Wait....isn't that the same project Otto mentioned before? Hmm...maybe there's more to it than what he told me. Dr. Morgan Michaels is the chief scientist but the location of the lab is redacted....
Pete flips through images until he comes across Confirming Devil's Breath
Spider-Man: Oh my god....GR-27 IS Devil's Breath! And it's everything Doc said earlier. Designed to cure diseases.....but it's current form is like a bioweapon. That must be why Doc thought it was unethical. But why didn't he tell me about this if he knew about Devil's Breath.....? Guilt maybe?
Curiosity killing the cat couldn't have been anymore accurate. The further he examined and read through the lines, the more questions were formulated and the more answers became answerable and unanswerable all at once. He noticed how this entire summary was a review set together by Issac Delaney and how Dr. Morgan Michaels is the chief scientist but the location of the lab was redacted. He's left having to flip through the rest of the peer summary once more to sink in the rest of the information up until Peter comes across the intended side effects of said project.....and the actual results.
GR-27's prime function was actually a cause for the greater good, attempting to pair AI controlled CRISPER genome editing with AI contrived gRNA to identify and replace genetic mutations and errors. The concept alone gave out the possibility of curing any genetic disease but the results contradicted the concepts initial chances of success.
The good: High efficacy with constant results.
The bad: The viral delivery mechanism would incorrectly target the immune system, causing those infected to be highly contagious. This was tested on 40 rats. One rat was subjected and within a week, all forty of them were deceased.
And the ugly: one infected subject could cause a global pandemic. Lab techs nicknamed it "Devils Breath."
This pretty much confirmed and solidified everything Otto had told him about the unethical project beforehand, and the realization was horrifying. Back through the PowerPoint yet again. About a page or so to the end, something caught his eyes previously, forcing him to backtrack to the previous page titled: Next Steps. At this rate, why risk continuing? couldn't leave Peter's head. As out of character as it was for him to think that, he deduced that most of the events from here onwards wouldn't have occurred if they took more time to discover what they were really dealing with.
The subheadings seemed to follow that initial line of thought.
Continue development?: Mr. Osborn believes the risk is worth it.
Maintain secrecy: If this gets out, PR nightmare, could bring down all of Oscorp.
Mitigate risk of exposure: Dr. Michaels should keep the only sample on his person at all times.
Peter was no Sherlock Holmes but the amount of evidence leading to most of the hows and whys were coming to the fruition. With Michaels keeping the sample with him 24/7, it made sense why Li would want him found as quickly as possible. But Michaels would be better off with him.
They find Michaels, they find the Devil's Breath.
Spider-Man: This is insane.
Remembering to deploy the reconnaissance drone for USB storage, he picks up the line to call Yuri, hoping that she would still be out and about to get the information he promised to send her way.
The line does pick up.
Just got back in the car. This better be good.
Spider-Man: Captain, hope you have a phone or laptop nearby. Bout to send you that file now.
About time. I'm on my phone, go ahead.
Sending the saved file images from the folder MJ had taken first, he then readdressed the information from the PowerPoint onto his drone-y USB adapter and then sent that Yuri's way. This resulted in her phone blowing up with 11 notifications with even more incriminating evidence.
Spider-Man: That's the official name of Devil's Breath. I had a source that told me it was a serum that labeled unethical. We have to find out where Sable is keeping Dr. Michaels or this could end in a disaster.
Well, we can't put out an APB otherwise Sable will just get suspicious and turn on us. But I'm trying to get someone to hack into their communications behind the scenes however. If we get a breakthrough, you'll be the first one to know.
Spider-Man: Any lead we can get it would be fan-freaking-tastic.
For once, I can agree. Good job, Spider-Man.
He hangs up over the line only to redirect it to call MJ to share the same amount of info as the reconnaissance drone reverted back to the symbol on his chest. Peter needed to hurry up, for he feared his presence wouldn’t remain anonymous for much longer.
Pete hey. What's up?
Spider-Man: I finally learned about Devil's Breath: Dr. Octavius told me something about a genetic serum called GR-27. Turns out that's the official codename for Devil's Breath. It wasn't designed to be a weapon; it's a treatment for genetic disorders but in it's current state, it's wildly imperfect - in trying to fix the body, it rips it apart. We have to find Dr. Michaels, he's the lead scientist behind the project. I don't trust Sable and her buds to contain something this deadly so we gotta find him first.
Not to worry. EDITH gave me a lead.
Spider-Man: EDITH? What...what about EDITH?
You left the glasses at my apartment and I got.....curious. Turns out she likes me. Eventually, she told me Charles Standish's location: he's being held at a Sable base in Central Park. If he knew about Delaney, he's bound to know about Morgan Michaels. We're trying to reach him now.
To say Peter was perplexed was a bit of an understatement. Mentally speaking, he was almost freaking out from the revelation.
Spider-Man: I—I don't remember giving you permission to use her. That is a multibillion dollar AR tactical intelligence system you're wielding right now; you gotta be careful with how you use her. And if you don't mind me asking; that place is pa led to the brim with force fields and guards. How the hell you gonna get in?
MJ: Very very carefully. See you around, partner.
The signal disconnects as MJ conceals her heavy breathing, having barely snuck inside the Sable base in Central Park against all the odds. Gripping the disc that was given to her from earlier, and EDITH on hand, the rebellious adventurer puts her game face on.
Gripping the legs, she slaps EDITH over her eyes.
Welcome back, Mary Jane.
MJ: EDITH, think you can give me the quickest path to Standish that you can find?
Let's see what we can do.
I just can't catch a break, can I?, the conflicted adolescent thought to himself, once again letting the pressure just boil and boil up underneath his shell. Devils Breath and Martin Li was one thing but once again, having MJ slip through his hands only to stomach the possibility of losing her too? Clearly, there was no comfort in sight for Peter.
He knew that she meant well with absolutely anything he needed and vice versa. The woman was fearless, it was something he admired, yet disliked about her. MJ's headstrong attitude and personality often got her into more trouble than its worth and oftentimes put her in actual danger. He would not let another person he loved get hurt. Especially not her. He couldn't.
Spider-Man: MJ, why you making me do this?
Peter once again strains his voice wrestling with the inner conflict inside him before finally giving into his heart and leaping, using his web-wings to glide off away from Oscorp.
Any sane person would probably think twice on going head-on into an armed military base with no weapons on hand except for a few lures and a pair of glasses from arguably the Earth's best defender. Well, MJ was sane enough to know this wasn't going to end well as such if she stopped or it or if somebody exposed her.
Halfway through the base and only a few feet and minutes away from the tent, she suddenly felt hesitation kicking in. The only logical options were to turn back and run or keep moving.
MJ: Nowhere to go but forward.
Racing through the park at a moderate speed, MJ ducked and crawled pass nearby agents, taking cover behind a set of gun cabinets and keeping her mouth as quiet as possible. Perfect time to use the lures as two were thrown in front of her, pitching a low frequency vibration that attracted away the first two Sable guards in front of her.
Up to task, maneuvering pass another tent with only guard inside with his back turned, MJ creeps into another open field, not too many guards but not enough of a crowded area to offer her much space. Her only hiding place was behind a power box. Precautions needed to be taken into consideration: one wrong move, she could either get caught or accidentally set the thing off and kill herself. Luckily, a less hazarded approach was found and exploited.
On the far left of the box, she ended up pushing down another toolbox which caused more shenanigans. This skinny platform separating one area to the next was her only escape. And she barely skimmed across, albeit nearly alerting an already distracted Sable guard.
There was this truck that blocked her path, coming in. A lot of shaking and stirring was happening with this truck and those monitoring it sounded very impatient. "Get that truck movin'! Should've been uptown half an hour ago!"
That truck is getting ready to move. When you're ready, sprint across and move along the side until you get to the closet tent to your right. Stay as low as you can.
Sprinting to the truck, she slide to the backside of it, shrugging herself back up before moving along to the right side, away from enemy encounters.
More lures were thrown, toolboxes pushed and more guards were distracted which continued to lead a clear path for the young journalist as she barely got home free after maneuvering through a flight of stairs and slinking through another perimeter with trucks, vans, lights and guards.
Finally, she had reached Standish's tent.
Thankfully, he was the first thing she saw as she looked inside. The CFO looked very calm, very relaxed for some who was taken in against their will. Safety however wasn't guaranteed with Sable and she needed to assure the aghast doctor that she was friend, not foe.
MJ: Charles Standish?
Startled, he jumped back from his Rollie chair, frozen and petrified in fear as MJ slowly approached him. The paranoia was still very alive and well with him.
MJ: Relax. I'm looking for Dr. Michaels.
Standish: That....thing sent you?
The look of bewilderment and confusion covering her face just struck Standish as off-kilter but most of it just irritated him she didn't know what he was trying to say.
Standish: Li. He's not human....he sent you to kill me, didn't he?
Hours removed from being shot at and hurling down an elevator shaft and then being forcibly taken against his will, Standish was letting the paranoia get to him again despite having every reason not to believe her. Things quickly escalated however when he grabbed a nearby .45 magnum and aimed it at MJ, forcing her to raise her hands in self-defense.
If she knew however that her former love landed just outside the boundaries of the park in an attempt to track her, then maybe she wouldn't be nearly as taken aback by the gun as she was. But regardless, it spelt bad news for Peter, desperately trying to get her back, albeit at the worst possible time.
Spider-Man: Where are you MJ....Karen, give me a visual scan NOW!
Running by the statistics, diagnostics and GPS tracker, all viable areas of the base were scanned. A few knocked toolboxes and lures were spotted amongst the closely compacted compound and it stood out as a zig-zag, etch a sketch style of movement.
Following this movement digitally led Peter a path straight to Standish's tent where the gun toting doctor kept MJ at bay with the gun.
Spider-Man: No no no no.
Standish was shaking down at the knees, very terrified and no longer willing to take precautions when it came to his well-being and his safety. If Li wanted him dead, he was gonna have to do it himself.
MJ: Charles, j-just hear me out. I-I'm not with the Demons. I'm not with Sable. I'm just a reporter.
Keeping her other hand sturdily in place, she inches her other arm into her coat pocket, pulling out her Daily Bugle ID and tag. The gun was still idly aimed at her face but Standish took a step backwards once the ID came up.
MJ: And just like you, I want Li stopped.
Standish: Watson. I've heard your byline......but one can never be too careful.
MJ briefly squinted her eyes. She wasn't necessarily proud of the fact that it wasn't gonna be her background alone that'd get Standish to cooperate. She knew she was gonna have to go THERE and....it was mildly frustrating.
But what's done needed to be done.
MJ: Need more convincing? Ok.....well, what if I told you....I used to work with Spider-Man behind the scenes for a time?
That finally prompted Charles to put the gun down. Hours after being rescued by that same man, the fact that he didn't work solo brought the man even more relief. He'd need to get out of this one way or another.
Standish: Then consider me relieved. Sable....Sable won't listen to me. She won't even let me go to the cops. She's holding Morgan in the Bowery; they're moving him to a new safe house tomorrow at noon. But she's totally ignoring Grand Central.
MJ: Grand Central?
Standish: When the Demons held up my penthouse, I heard them talking about it, said they're going to get something Mr. Osborn donated to hold there. It's a.....
Before Standish could finish they heard a slight bump above them and looked up to see a shadow on the roof. MJ, recognizing that shadow, realized she had to be quick, knowing where this was gonna lead to.
MJ: To get what Charles? What did Osborn donate there? What do the Demons need?!
His attention span was already focused on the web-slinger above the roof, drawing morbid curiosity and anxiety all at once. Suddenly the gun was yanked away by webs and he saw no means of defending himself as Spidey jumped in, causing Charles to trip and knock himself out.
Let's call that botching 101.
Spider-Man: Ohh....my go—
Within seconds of knocking the man out, the image becomes clear to Peter and he soon realizes he not only jeopardized the mission and lost some very valuable evidence but he's also about to be at the mercy of an angry redhead. MJ didn't even try to refrain her voice.
MJ: Standish! What the hell?!
Spider-Man: Not a Sable guy, definitely not a Sable guy. Sorry, Charlie.
MJ: ‘Sorry, Charl—‘ Are you kidding me right now?
Both of their heads suddenly ring to their lefts, overhearing overlapping commotion grow louder and louder as it approaches the tent. They heard the scuffle, placing more of the blame on Pete's shoulders; his overprotectiveness costing both him and Mary Jane's chance at wrapping this case up quickly.
But he didn't care as long as MJ was safe and sound.
Spider-Man: Sorry to cut this short, we gotta go!
MJ: No no no wait, he knows something! Peter, you—
She had no say in the matter, her and Pete zipping out the broken roof hatch as Sable guards tended to the unconscious Charles. He'd probably think twice on relying on a masked vigilantes help in foreseeable future.....and MJ was thinking the same.
The entire twenty minute swing back to MJ's apartment was widely overshadowed with a lot awkward silence and pent up frustration from both parties. All of that hard work, sneaking in to get valuable information and mere seconds away from getting it, she gets her background research destroyed thanks to the do-gooder's well intentions.
Peter, on the other hand, was getting into that unintentional invidious state of mind again and it wasn't helping what he just had to do. The fact that MJ is mad at him over her doing something that stupid and effectively careless didn't sit well. Not a good conclusion for what had to be the most awkward swing of his life. Soon as he hits the ground, MJ completely distances herself and shrugs him away.
MJ: Get off me.
His mask retracts, his face no longer hiding the irritation. Last time Peter was pushed after a swing, it was with Michelle. Still having a way with the ladies but not in a sense in which trying to play dumb or saying "What I'd do?!" was gonna fix anything. And MJ clearly had NO time for any of it.
MJ: You're seriously this clueless?
Peter: I'm clueless? Did you have any idea what you were walking into?!
MJ: Hell of a lot more than you! Oh and by the way, 'Sorry Charlie?' After two and half hours of poking around doing God knows what, you knock a man out, destroy my background research and the best you got is 'Sorry, Charlie'? Is everything a joke to you? Am I a joke to you?!
Peter: Honest mistake, ok? I messed up there. That—that was s—
He ends up stuttering over himself again, following another crammed-in position he couldn't escape from.
Peter: It was supposed to be a tension breaker. How was I supposed to know it was him?
MJ: Tension breaker. Right. This coming from someone whose mouth keeps writing checks that his ass can't cash.
The sudden level of spite and disrespect shown towards Peter immediately caught him guard at best and nearly insulted him at worst. No matter how angry she got with him in the past, MJ'd never stoop THIS low to make Peter feel this way, let alone when it came to his work ethic.
Lowering his eyebrows with some contempt clouded mostly by confusion and raising a jaundiced eye, he outright asks....
Peter: Are you saying I suck at my job?
MJ: What does it SOUND like I'm saying?
Peter: Like you're saying 'I suck at my job'. You do realize that I saved you cause I honestly thought you were about to get filled with lead, not cause I had nothing better to do, right? This has nothing to do with that.
She face-palms, biting back the urge to lose her temper again. Frustration was common in terms of finding the sources and editing the headlines but not nearly as much as Peters complete obliviousness when it comes to them.
MJ: Actually, Peter, it has EVERYTHING to do with your job because this? This is exactly why we broke up.
It was never a good sign when Mary Jane had to start raising her voice. The last argument Peter ever wanted to come back to was rearing its ugly head again. And there seemed to be no getting out of it this time.
Peter: I thought it was cause you wanted to focus on your career.
MJ: Are you freakin' kid—we broke up cause you wouldn't stop treating me like a baby. Every time I try to lend a hand, you have to go 'Don't do this, MJ', 'don't do that, MJ' or 'Oh, it's too dangerous, MJ.' I get that I might not have super spider powers but I'm not made out of glass anymore! Danger is my new middle name!
Peter: You walked into the middle of an armed military—If I didn't get you out on time, somebody would've caught and shot you on sight, no questions asked!
MJ: I had everything under control! Nobody even knew I was there but Standish!
Peter: So getting into close contact with a gun-toting scientist at point blank range is your way of handling it?
That's as far as Peter got before his eyes bulge open to MJ tossing down her green jacket and revealing a bulletproof vest strapped around her shirt. His face nearly drops, dumbfounded at just how much prepared she actually was and his eyes seemed to catch another one underneath the one she wore beneath.
To him, it still didn't excuse her from sticking her nose in the wrong areas again.
MJ: It was my idea. My choice. I had it.....
Peter: You wouldn't be saying that if it was the Sable guards shooting at you. Their guns graze right through vests.
MJ just shrugs, folding her arms. "So?"
Peters mouth almost dropped to the floor. "SO?! So your vest probably wouldn't protect you if you got caught!"
MJ: Would give me a break?! So far, I wasn't caught thanks to those squeakers you gave me. They were working fine to lure the guards away! And let me ask you something, Peter Parker.....
The use of his full name chilled him down to the spine.
MJ: Would it make you feel better if I DID have spider powers? Cause now I'm starting to wish I had so you'll stop worrying about me every 10 freakin' seconds!
Peter: MJ that's not what....
MJ: I wanted to be your girlfriend, Peter but instead you treat it as if I'm just a target.
Peter: Well, you kind of are!
Having to raise his voice now, frustrating wasn't the word for how he felt right now. When he got cornered and there's not much else to do, he normally has a backup plan....just not towards MJ.
Peter: It's been like that for the past 10 years! Everyone I come into contact with, they're pushed into the firefight just because I have to put on this mask, do all these stunts and make up to the promise I made upon a dead man's grave. But then again, can you blame me?! I am the way I am because that's the one thing that I've been trying to stomach since my parents, my uncle, Tony Stark and I—I—I just can't. If you can't respect me for giving a shit and doing what I have to do regardless, why am I—
MJ: Well, you never respected me for doing it.
She suddenly cuts him off, once again to Peter's bafflement. She could tell he was waiting for a moment to lash out with another fresh remark but she wouldn't allow it.
MJ: So yeah, I'm not the smartest gal in the room and I'm just as unprepared as you can be but what, you have to monitor my every move, stalk me on a daily basis and work up my entire work schedule just to make sure BEFOREHAND that I wouldn't try any stupid shit? What happened to not going back on your promise: letting me take the risks with you? Why do you act like such a wuss?!
Peter: Well, why you are always overreacting?!
Suddenly, the question of "Why are you being selfish?!" popped out both of their mouths simultaneously and almost immediately, they froze.
Both: I'M being selfish?! You were the one that—I-how....
Once again talking over each other at the same time, they were visibly dumbfounded and at wits end from the verbal abuse both Peter and MJ felt they were receiving. At least the tension momentarily dies down as they both take a step back from one another, letting it all sink in.
The restrained looks on both of their faces spoke out more in frustration and sadness than anger. Both people, led by the objectives they swore to complete, were being scolded for doing their jobs.
Peter: Can we not talk about this now? This isn't going anywhere.
MJ: You're right. It isn't.
Having to refrain her vented frustration again, MJ just keeps her distance and lowers her voice to almost that of a raspy tone while looking at Peter sigh heavily, looking lifeless after the relentless back and forth they had.
Peter: Can you at least tell me what Standish said regarding Dr. Michaels?
MJ: Aside from him explaining the Demons next plan of attack at Grand Central, he told me Sable moved Dr. Michaels to the Bowery. They're moving him tomorrow.
Peter: Good, good......umm, anything else on Grand Central before I—jumped in?
Once again, the distain was real. The angry look in Mary Janes eyes as she had to force herself to shake her head "No" did very little in pushing back and bottling up the pent-frustration that had been building for the last few months and years. Despite having worked closer together as an occupational hazard of their jobs recently, Peter remained completely oblivious despite her dropping some major hints. Their first reunion in months during the Demons' attack on the museum, she had call him out for acting like she's the damsel only moments after she saved his ass.
Only now did she have to openly spell it out for him and even then, Peter doesn't seem to grasp the full picture as to why. It felt like a lost cause and she wasn't in the mood for it any longer.
MJ: Remind me to take a cab next time.
Peter: MJ......look, I'm sorry....I....like I said, I thought you were in trouble and....I don't know what came over me.
MJ: Neither do I. But until you work it out....I got to file a deadline. Goodnight, Peter.
She wished she didn't have to make it anymore obvious but berating Peter wasn't as upfront as slamming the door behind her, which left the hero ridiculously stupid as ever. To him, it was like You were about to killed, what more do you want from me? But he just couldn't see how badly he contributed to this dysfunctional relationship.
She didn’t even give EDITH back to him.
Peter: ‘Peter'. That's how you know she's still mad. Nice work, you son of a—Goddamn you, Mr. Superhero. What would Uncle Ben think of you now?
I'm sorry to bug you in this Pete but....SHE'S calling.
Talk about being in the wrong place at EXACTLY the wrong time. Party Hardy keeps making it worse for Peter.
Peter: Oh, of course. Of course she'd call now. That's just.....fucking peachy. Sorry; go ahead Karen, accept.
Well, that blew up in your face spectacularly. Did she tear you down again? Want another hug?
Peter: NOT from criminals like you, Felicia.
And that's all you'll see me as?
Look, I'll make it easy for you. I know you've been hot on my trail, tracking my stakeouts. Every poor unfortunate soul who got their goodies stolen had no idea what hit 'em. As of right now, my target numbers fifty million. Nice round number, don't 'cha think?
But.....if you're lucky enough to catch me before I make my goal, whenever you get the chance, I'll give it all back and I'll go straight. My future's in your hands, Spider.....I pinky swear.
Peter: I'd better swear you leave town actually before I find the time to chase you. Cause the minute I find you, I'm turning you over to Yuri on the spot, no hesitation.
Funny. I was just gonna say the same to you. Things are getting dangerous around here Spider. Why don't we chase each other out of town?
Peter: I'm too busy to fool around with you Felicia. I--I mean....play your games. End call.
No sooner should the line cut off and Peter allows the seconds to tick by him, he finally lets the pressure get the better of him, just yelling out a load groan to the skies in anguish and kicking the nearest balcony rails almost into scrap metal.
It just wasn't his night.
First, the ex he loves sneaks into an armed military base and scolds him for doing his job and then the other ex, still looking for kicks, had to butt in at the unluckiest of times, taunting him for failing again as the more Peter thought, the more he knew when it came to women, he was about the unluckiest man in the world. Liz and Michelle were one thing but Mary Jane and Felicia were just more extreme. Both loved danger and thrills but while one did it for selfish desires and the other out of bravery, he couldn't stand either of it.
Peter had bend the balcony rail back into place just to for a comfortable place to sit. Trying to catch his breath after letting the tension out felt impossible.
Let it all out, Peter.
Peter: I just wish it made me feel better. I'm sick and tired of being reprimanded or scolded for doing my job, not being there in time, letting everyone down; it's not my fault that I care too much. And, and why does Felica have to stick her head in every time.....every.....time.....
Every time you and MJ have a falling out?
Peter just sighs heavily and nods Yes.
I understand, Peter, more than you know. Despite the best of intentions gone.....horribly wrong, I'm positive MJ still appreciates your bravery and all that you do but like I've mentioned before, it was a mistake to keep her out of the loop. We're more successful with her than without her.
Again, Peter couldn't help but to scrunch his face up and raise an eyebrow. It wasn't bad in the sense that Karen thought highly of MJ but it definitely sounded like she was defending her.
Peter: I'm just trying to keep her safe.
If I were to guess, I'd say she had everything under control. Rescue was required, yes. She would've needed guidance getting out. But the way you went about it? It required some more thought.
Given that botched entrance and him knocking Standish out, he couldn't really argue with that. Then again, Karen always had a bit of a point.
Peter: Thanks Karen. You're more like my therapist as you are my.....whatever J.A.R.V.I.S and F.R.I.D.A.Y were to Tony.
They were his online assistants........Uh oh Peter? I got another call from Otto. Shall I patch him in too?
Peter: Yeah. Hello?
Peter it's me. Sorry to call so late but I'm about to begin another test. Wanted to see if you were up for it.
Peter: Yeah. My.....second job had me in the middle of uh.....a bus hold up. I'll be there soon.
It was already 4:30AM in the morning by the time Peter arrived back at the lab as he came in through the door Otto was at the front table running something for the neuro interface for the arms
Otto: Evening Parker. Or.....is it morning now? Guess it doesn't matter. I been running the neurosensors all night. So far I can't work up a fast response. Try to get it under three milliseconds.
Peter: On it.
Peter went on the tablet and as the sun outside began to rise Peter manage to get the neuro link under two point eight milliseconds Peter handed Otto the helmet and he put it on and just to be sure Peter stood by the abort button just in case and he put it on and just to be sure Peter stood by the abort button just in case and then Otto activated the arms the right one took a ball from a basket under the table and threw it but in a micro second it reached out stretching it's layers catching the ball
So far not a single spike as the arms raised up and the right tossed the ball and the left one catches it
Otto chuckles as he made the arms took two more balls and start juggling and in more micro seconds they took all the balls from the basket and juggled them all at once not missing a single one both Peter and Otto smiled and laughed like it was a dream come true and soon the arms dropped all the balls back in the basket not one hitting the flour
Otto: Well.....if you ask me that was a mild success.
Peter: Are you kidding me? I call it unbelievable!
They both laughed again and as Otto reached up to take the helmet off but....for some reason couldn't and didn't take long for Peter to notice
Peter: Do you.....need some help?
Seeing no reason to argue Otto nodded and Peter walked behind him unplugging the helmet deactivating the arms and pulled it off Otto's expression was enough to Peter realize something besides Norman was bothering him
Seemed like he had his own MJ got to him weather whatever he was doing all night or something
Peter: Doctor.....what exactly is going on?
Otto: Hehehe I've become that obvious huh? Back when I was in high school I had an overexposure to toxic chemicals. I was a wild kid that liked to play with.....dangerous things. In fact it was the cause of my.....overreactions in my....reckless youth. My Doctors called it "A Degenerative Neurological Disorder." They don't know if it's permanent but I had it since I was 15.
Peter: My god....Doc I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?
Otto: You already are. It's just that....it only affects my muscles. My mind continues to work but....it can no longer do.
Otto: You're the only one who knows Peter. I'd appreciate if it stay stayed that way.
Peter: Of course. And like I told you when I first came here to work for you I respected what you *Points at his head* got up here that's not going anywhere. So like you're keeping y secret....yours is safe with me too.
Feeling so appreciative Otto gave Peter a mild emotional smile and both embraced slightly
Later as it was fully sunrise Peter was coming out of the Men's room and about to leave for F.E.A.S.T. again but he felt a vibration in his back pocket he pulled out his phone and the caller ID read "Rio Morales"
Peter: Hey that's Jeff's wife. *Answers* Hello?
Hi Mr. Parker? It's Rio Morales. We met at the funeral? Your Aunt gave me your number. I just want to thank you and Aaron for giving Miles the job at F.E.A.S.T.
Peter: I'm happy to. Glad he's got a good uncle too. Reminds me of mine. And please call me Peter. "Mr. Parker" was my father's name and....a little more together than me.
Well....Peter. I thought you should know he has reservations. I gave him a choice though. This or more therapy. Aaron told him about you and your Aunt how you two work with helping others. Helping them too will help him as well. He just hates feeling like a victim.
Peter: Trust me. I'm the same way. I'm on my way to the shelter too now. I'll look for Miles when he arrives.
Thank you again Peter. This means a lot to both of us.
The line cut off and soon Pete left the lab but meanwhile not far from the shelter we finally come back to Miles Morales when he was now being mugged himself the two thugs kicked him to the ground but Miles tried to fight back only to get pushed down even more
Thug # 1: My....we got ourselves a fighter here.
Thug # 2: You just made your last mistake punk!
All of a sudden the second thug was yanked by a web shot at him the first one looked behind him got pulled up too and forced down with Spider-Man landing on him
Spider-Man: Seriously guys. Does it just take two grown men to rob one teenager?
He tied them both together and saw the familiar teenager from both the city hall disaster and his father's funeral Pete went up to him staying in character and offered his hand to him
Spider-Man: You ok kid?
Miles looked and he couldn't believe his eyes the superhero he loved since his childhood was standing right in front of him offering his hand and Miles widen a smile grabbing his hand standing up and shaking it not letting go
Miles: I--I---I can't believe it! Spider-Man! I dreamed of this moment all my life! You're the Amazing Spider-Man! You're the Spectacular Spider-Man!
Spider-Man: *Chuckles* Yeah. Yeah and a few other adjectives Jameson uses.
Miles: That jerk's full of it! You might not remember me but I think we met before but I was younger then. But either way it's a great honor to meet you! Officially!
Spider-Man: Same here to meet any fan. Listen uh.....that was brave what you did back there but um....next time leave the fighting to the pros. Ok?
Miles: Sure but....what if there aren't any around?
Spider-Man: Well you can't just go swinging at someone twice your size. Don't get me wrong I fight people stronger than me all the time too. But when I do it.....
Miles: You mean like when you fought Vulture in Queens years ago? That was awesome how you stopped that plane. And when you fought Mysterio in Europe. He thought he exposed your identity till everyone saw you save that kid he thought you were. And then there was the powerful lady and that big oozing monster in Sant Francisco. But before all that you helped the Avengers beat Thanos and save us all from the blimp!
Spider-Man: Before most of it yeah. But they're all perfect examples. When the other guy's bigger you have to be quicker.
Miles: Well that's easy for you to say. I just....can't do what you do.
Spider-Man: Really....alright. Let's fix that. Put em up.
Spider-Man: Yeah come on. But first thing's first...don't let the adrenaline get you down. Breath very slow and deep. And stay relax. Hips square to your opponent and always let them make the first move. When they use their feet they'll be off balance for a short minute then look for an opening.
As Miles lifted his arms fallowing who he doesn't know is Pete's instructions he softly palm-punched his hand and right at the opening Miles took the shot and....REALLY letted Spidey have it
Miles: OH SH-----
Brief shock and bewilderment came over the web-slinger, momentarily holding his jaw in place following the sucker punch from arguably his biggest fan.
All of that was washed away by an overwhelming sense of astonishment and joy; Miles was indeed a fast learner. To give the kid a moment like this after his world had seemingly ended with the death of his father, it was well worth it.
Spider-Man: That's great, man. Keep that up and, uhh, you'll be surprised how well you defend yourself.
Giving the signal off that he had to go, at least Spidey was able to shake Miles hand as a sign of mutual respect and camaraderie before he thanks him. Complimenting the young kid, he quickly zips off and away back into the cloudy but clear day.
All he left behind was Miles staring down at his clutched fist, basking in his moment and letting it soak all in.
He couldn't stop smiling.
"I just punched Spider-Man", Miles said with glee.
Granted, he technically didn't let him punch him but that was still quite a moment as a fan and a member of the long-running Spider-Man fan club. Having a chance to properly introduce himself to his hero all grown up let alone interact with him in a sparring bout? It was every kid's dream: getting to mess around with their hero and learn more about them.
That's another milestone to be checked out on Miles list of accolades he has since accomplished since fixing the TV at only five years old. Hopefully with nobody else in the way, now he was on his way over to FEAST.
But not before a quick phone call.
Miles: Ganke, you're not gonna believe this. I just punched Spider-Man.
You did what?! No freakin' way.
Miles: I know, couldn't believe it myself.
You lucky son of a bitch. Hey, you show him our hacking app?
Miles: Ohhh.....crap! Man! Sorry dude I totally forgot.
Oh you suck!
Miles: I know. Believe me, that was the first thing on my mind but....he was actually teaching me how to fight. That's how I manage to punch him.
That makes sense. Well, if you get another chance, let him know next time. He totally would buy it off you then we'd be like famous.
Miles: Right. I'll definitely show him next time. But I gotta go. I promised Uncle Aaron I wouldn't be late. Mom would kill me if I was."
No problem. Later dude.
"Catch ya later."
Miles puts his phone away after the call, still radiating with giddy optimism after showering himself with glee upon meeting his childhood hero properly this time. That delightful 8 year reunion/fantasy turned reality wasn't much to block the true reality of what was happening directly in front of him: as he came crossing the street, there were cars aplenty being blocked off following the chaos surrounding the Demons.
His smile quickly faded, looking over worrisome for those who couldn't get across.
That very same line just got longer and longer and longer the further he walked away from the road and into a market section where fruit and veggies were being sold. He could briefly hear the usual New York hustle: honking horns and yelling pedestrians trying to get along with their day that can't due to the backed traffic. Their was swallowed up by the chatter and by a rather familiar voice from an episode over the nearby radio. It was cancerous within the first few seconds it boomed from the speakers and the worst part about it?
There was nobody around but him to turn it off.
Today on Just the facts with J. Jonah Jameson, we discuss the certain.....issue at City Hall. Now....I want to go on record here and say right here and now: I'm not blaming Spider-Man for what happened there. Believe me, I'm aware that this was the Demon Gang's act and their doing but tell me, you spider fans out there: where was Spider-Man to save the day? He didn't show up to prevent up the explosion nor was there to save ANY remaining survivors so how do we even know that he even CARED about what happened at City Hall IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Makes you fan clubs even wonder, doesn't it?
Miles: Think again, you prick.
Clearly not in the mood for Jamesons bickerish banter, he presses onwards and blocks out the ranting. What also made him think again was the thought that he was gonna get an easy path straight to F.E.A.S.T.
Unfortunately, he was right.
He found himself in a line, barred off by more barricades with a multitude of drones, vans and so many Sable guards cooped around the area that it might as well as served as the blocks personal blockade. Nobody would get in and nobody would get out......and he unfortunately was one of those who wouldn't be able to get in and out freely, at least without authorization.
Authorization that he didn't have.
Miles: Oh, you got to be kidding me!
The line was ridiculously short, only eight people in front of him. Miles had the patience, but he didn't have time to waste any cause at the pace the people were moving and the electric barrier blocking off the crammed-in cars in the middle of the road from both sides, just getting from point A or point B was going to take forever.
He was going to get to F.E.A.S.T one or another but there was no way in going forward with unless he could just sneak past. Glancing around and seeing one of the drones a few feet away from him, Miles gets his idea.
He had no luck with it to Spidey, but he hoped luck would be in his favor this time.
Miles: Hacking app. If this doesn't work, I'm screwed.
Turns out luck was on our new young friend's side as Miles logged on to his hacking app on his phone and hacked into the drown disabling it's vision
Sable Agent: The hell? Hey! We got a drown a drown down here! Someone get over here and fix this crap!
Miles whispered to himself Wow! That was too easy! I can't believe Sable systems are unsecured. Maybe I'll send them an anonymous tip after this.
Miles hopped the fence and ran through the traffic the Sables made with their road blocks and he had to go through more Sable territories that was blocking his way to F.E.A.S.T. he had to use his hacking app to disable near by systems confusing the Sables and ran stealthily passed them as their backs were turned
Miles did step on some glass which caught one of the Sable Agents attention
Sable Agent: What the---??
Miles: Uh oh!
The last second Miles jumped over the solid wall just the minute the Agent turned over he thought he saw something jumped over the wall but the minute soon he assumed it was a stray cat hopping over it and reassumed his post
But on the other side Miles found himself in a small park with two basket ball courts with teenagers playing basket ball in each one and Miles catching his breath
Miles: Whoo....finally in the clear. Geez that was more intense than last semester's fire drill.
Next thing Miles notice was he felt another vibration in his pocket he pulled his phone back out and read it was his mom calling Miles sighed softly knowing she was checking to make sure he was already at F.E.A.S.T. but he went ahead and answered it
Miles: Hi Mom.
Hi dear. Did you make it to the F.E.A.S.T. center ok?
Miles: Yeah. I'm standing right in front of it now. Just made it.
Oh good. And listen Miles....you know you don't have to work at that place if you don't want to.
Miles: But I thought you said I did.
No. I gave you a choice. This or more therapy.
Miles: Yeah but.....I had to choose this. I mean the therapy was helpful. But the guy said everyone grieves in their own way. And this is my own. And besides I haven't spent much time with Uncle Aaron since he was kicked out of his apartment. It'll be nice to have more time with him at the shelter anyway. After the funeral...he really helped me out when we talked in his car.
Okay. I'm sorry Miles....
Miles: Mom. Just cause I don't want to talk about it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.
Oh honey I love you too. So much. We'll get through this. Alright?
Miles: Yeah. I gotta go. I'll call you on my way home.
Soon after the second phone convo Miles soon crossed the street to the shelter and as he came in he saw more homeless people waiting in line at the front desk even Gloria helping set cereal boxes in a regular boxes she took volunteering for May after her first just before her actual job starts
And soon as Miles came into the gym saw Peter talking to another homeless guy who was under stress
Peter: You know what just keep breathing and I'll be back soon Mr. Hodges.
Hodges nodded as Pete noticed Miles coming in and rushed over to him putting on a friendly face
Peter: Hey Miles. Welcome to F.E.A.S.T.
Miles: Hey Pete. Sorry I'm late.
Peter: Oh no no. I'm just happy you made it with all the weird stuff happening out there.
Miles: Yeah....hey listen....your Aunt told my mom on the phone about your parents your uncle and your teacher. I'm sorry. I'm even sorry I snapped at the funeral.
Peter: Water under the bridge. That's what an old friend always tells me.
Miles: Cool. So um....What can I do to help?
Peter: Oh I don't know. How bout you um....just start by getting comfortable with the place. Meet a few folks. Oh you know what everybody loves coffee.
Miles: Coffee. Alright.
Miles grabbed the coffee brewer from a near by table and he caught a glimpse of Hodges still twitching which weirded him out and didn't take long for Peter to notice too
Peter: Oh it's alright. Mr. Hodges doesn't bite. Much.
Miles: You sure?
Peter nodded and went around to the side hall to the back as Miles explored the area pouring coffee to others and soon came behind another guy at a table near the cafeteria
Miles: Uncle Aaron?
Aaron: *Turns over* Yo Miles you made it.
Aaron stood up holding out his hand with Miles giving him a high five and patted hug.
Aaron: How you doing kiddo? You find the place ok?
Miles: Oh yeah it wasn't that hard.
Considering he ran into muggers and Sables earlier
Aaron: Well you're gonna love it here. It's everything I told you the other day.
Miles: I'm sure I will. You uh......need help with your crosswords?
Aaron: Nah. Not unless you know what the hell's a quark is.
Miles: I do. It's a subatomic particle: The uh....building block of protons neutrons hadrons.
Aaron: Subatomic? Yeah it fits. Good one man.
Piece of junk!
Miles and Aaron noticed another homeless guy smacking the tv as the screen was all static
Miles: What's with that dude?
Aaron: Ernie? He's a mellow guy but easily cranky. The tv went out last night and he's been at it since this morning. Maybe you can show him what I showed you when you were five.
Miles chuckled and poured Aaron his coffee then went up to the tv carrying the brewer Ernie kept smacking the tv cursing out loud in frustration just as Miles came by
Miles: Mind if I take a look? We have a couple of CRT's at school. I know how to fix these when---
Ernie: CR...what? No no you just need to SMACK IT! Do it a couple of times! Get it going!
Miles: Or.....could be a loose coax cable.
Ernie: Oh yeah? Alright. Yeah....be my guest. Mr. Smarty-Pants.
Miles turned the tv around and found the loose coax and as he plugged it back in the tv showed another news reports of the mourning of his father which turned his expression upside down flashbacking when Jeff shield the bomber with himself and later finding him dead and hearing that voice in the smoke We have to leave. was obviously from the man who murdered his father but unknown to him was also who built this shelter Miles then clutched his fist
Like any vengeful son who wanted to avenge their father Miles deep down wanted to avenge his.....by KILLING Martin Li
But Miles soon snapped out of it when Peter came to check on him the kitchen where May was putting sandwiches on a table
Peter: Hey May. I have to take off but uh....I brought some help for ya.
May: Well hello Miles. Nice to finally meet you. Grab an apron wash your hands and I'll show you around.
Miles: Thanks Mrs. Parker.
May: Please call me May. Aaron talks about you all the time. I feel we aren't too acquainted.
Miles nodded as Pete pat his shoulder and left the two in the kitchen rushing outside and later slipping back in his suit and took the roof
Spider-Man: Karen. I'm heading to the Bowery to make sure Michaels gets to his safe house safely. I want a full scan of the transportation by the time we get there.
I don't know about that Peter. Didn't Yuri say Silver Sable made it clear you're not welcome?
Spider-Man: Oh come on. How bad could it be? You think she might shoot me?
To be precise: Fifty-fifty chance.
Spider-Man: Alright fine. But lets still go. At least in case Li shows up.
As you wish.
As we cut to the Bowery we finally observe the chemical container labeled with Oscorp with fiery serum inside yes it was GR-27 AKA......The Devil's Breath and it was placed in a brief case and handcuffed to one Dr. Morgan Michaels (Phil Morris) as Sable Agents walked in he closed the case instantly
Sable Agent # 1: We're ready for you Dr. Michaels. Is that the Devil's Breath?
Dr. Michaels: How many times do I have to tell you it's called GR-27. Not Devil's---look whatever your intensions are please be careful. In the wrong hands it could----
Sable Agent # 2: Don't worry Doctor. We can get things done a day faster than S.H.I.E.L.D.
Dr. Michaels let out a soft scoff as in he wanted to believe them but doesn't after whatever he's gone through since Michaels was announced by Dr. Delaney to Li
Dr. Michaels: *Sarcastically* I feel better already.
Sable Agent # 1: Code three eighty-one package is on the move.
Ten fourth. Keep your eye out for Demons and Spider-Man.
They escorted the Doctor to one of their Sable cars letting him in the back seat making Michaels nervous...….until.....
Booming noises and ground shakes erupted like if a volcano was going off Sables armed themselves preparing for a war zone but instead......a HUGE monster size tanked truck appeared from the right side and was flouring towards them the Sables opened fire but a Demon popped out form the side and launched a bazooka blasting them off balance and the truck crashed into the escort behind Dr. Michaels's escort car and rammed it falling upside down
Michaels dimmed off and his vision took a second to regain focus then the next thing he notice was a Demon Brute pulling him out the car and carrying him to the truck where the good man who built F.E.A.S.T. who is now the darkest man in the city that built chaos and destruction was waiting
Mr. Negative: Welcome aboard Doctor.
Michaels panicked and the big Demon tossed him in and Li nodded to the Demon to get to the back and he did and Li shut the door and they floured it again just in time when Spidey swung into the aftermath
Peter saw the Agents dead but some survived he even tried to help one up but like a jerk he pulled himself off him
Sable Agent: Get off me freak! We got this!
Spider-Man: Yeah sure you do. Is that how you say thank you where you come from?
Peter stomped causing a man hole lid to fly off and he tossed it at a near by fire hydrant bursting water out to put the flames out and then our hero swings after the truck
Spider-Man:: Karen. Get me Yuri.
Calling Yuri Watanabe.
Spider-Man: Yuri. I'm in pursuit of Martin Li. He just grabbed Dr. Michaels and the Devil's Breath and now the Demons are on the move.
Copy that's More units are on their way. What did he do to Michaels?
Spider-Man: He's still alive. Apparently he's a hostage.
Probably to force him to make more Devil's Breath. The file you sent me was legit. Could mean more lives lost if we don't stop him now.
Spider-Man: I'm working on it. I just have to stop that truck or tank or....whatever he's driving.
Soon as the line cut off it didn't take Li long to realize Spider-Man and more Sables were fallowing him he had his men fire at them mostly at Peter but was able to dodge them and manage to land on top of the truck where three Demons climbed up with him and he fought them off
But as the truck got further and further into the city it wasn't long when Silver Sable flew in from above in her chopper from before and spoke through a speaker from the chopper
Silver: This is Sable Internal. We have authorization for deadly force. Stop your vehicle now and surrender. There will be no further warning.
Spider-Man: WHOA! WHOA! THERE'S A BIOLOGICAL WEAPON OVER HERE!
Peter. Sable is calling.
Spider-Man: WHAT?!?! How did she get this number? Ugh.....Accept.
Spider-Man. You were told to stay out of this! Get clear now. You are interfering in my operation.
Spider-Man: YOUR operation?! Listen "Sarah Connor" sorry to piss you off more but I'm not on board with Operation: "Missiles in Manhattan".
You been warned...."Avenger". All units open fire!
Spider-Man: SABLE NO!
The near by agents launched their own bazookas and launchers which barely got any hits on the truck as Spidey held on to the truck
Spider-Man: Hey....why is everyone shooting rockets all of a sudden?!
You have to secure the Devil's Breath Peter
Spider-Man: I'm getting to it!
The next thing we see is a man holding out his hands given warning to random people like most street nuts would do
Man: He is coming. He is coming and will destroy all sinners.
His speech was interrupted as the truck came crashing through the people even the man the man got away barely
ON YOUR TWENTY!
Pete turned and saw a constructed bridge he leaped zipping through the debree as the truck crashed through it and he landed on top of the hood staring face to face with Li
Spider-Man: Li please stop! Just release Michaels and hand over the case!
Li only responded by shooting a gun at him but Pete flipped over to the door hitting the glass but Martin kicked it open to knock him off but Pete held on tight as he could till it broke off and slid under the truck
Peter shot a web at the engine when Yuri called in again
What's your status? Have you apprehended Li yet?
Spider-Man: STILL WORKING ON IT!
Mr. Negative: Circle back to Brooklyn. We can't let him fallow us to Grand Central.
Demon: But the brakes are gone!
Mr. Negative: The boy is clever. He always was. Go faster! Ram everything! And anyone!
To Martin's surprise Spidey popped by his side reaching for the case
Spider-Man: I'll take this!
But then Mr. Negative grabs his arm fueling energy in the grip which caught Pete off guard
Spider-Man: What are you doing?!
Mr. Negative: Giving you a new perspective.
Li grips him by the wrist, preventing him from taking ahold of the briefcase and from letting loose. Peter quickly began convulsing in agony, yelling out loud as Martin squeezes harder on his wrist, letting the negative energy once again seep through the molecular structure of the suit, causing a malfunction, fizzling and shorting out the nanotech. The disruption of the atomic, molecular and supramolecular particles within the suit leaves Peter's other suit wide open and his wrist bleeding.
He barely grabs ahold of Martins hand to try and alleviate the pressure but Peter catches his head splitting via a sharp headache and his eyes splintering in and out between Li gritting his teeth in front of him and sudden blackness fused with time and space melting together. He hasn't suffered a headache worse than this.
The blackness eventually overtakes him, sparkling bright white and oozing black within seconds of one another as he passes out.
When he finally came too, the massive splitting headache remained; the room spinning in circles as Peter finally regained consciousness.....or so he thought. He had to keep blinking rapidly under the pretense that the wool over his eyes were pulled: everything was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing.
First thing his eyes shot towards was directly below him: there was no floor. Bolting up to his feet, his eyes eventually caught the horror. Nothing solid, nothing holding up his weight to land down on.......or so he thought. He was waiting for it, dreading the moment he was gonna fall through the floor. No such thing happened; as if the vast emptiness of this cosmic neverland served as its own gravitational pull keeping him stationary until further notice.
Even if the possibility of falling through the floor at any second wasn't creeping in the back of his mind, the emptiness he felt from just looking around, or the lack thereof was very distracting with no bright electromagnetic radiation left to be perceived by the human eye.
So with no visible guidance, he was left to bumble through the darkness alone.
All that could be heard throughout was his steady heavy breathing.
A reverberating 'Welcome' turned his attention span over to the Doppler effect of the sound of the voice. There Mr. Negative stood, hands in pockets, smug, arrogant and cocky in his attitude but smooth and monotone in his demeanor. Him being the only source of light in this vast purgatory of empty space in Peters mind, he's left no other choice but to slowly approach him.
He wanted out quickly.
Mr. Negative: I must be honest. I was hoping to bring you here. My abilities lend me a certain.....persuasiveness.
Spreading his arms wide out to the side sparked endless streams and balls of light to flicker and radiate all around the two of them, bringing to light a tragic memory. The grounds, walls, ceilings, all the dimensions they found themselves in stretched out to mimic the alternate plane of the memory being revisited: City Hall.
Peter, mentally pulling his hair out following the circumstances of events repeating in front of him, shortly before noticing his suit was now radiating with that same negative energy that now tainted Li's name.
Mr. Negative: Just for you.
Then he vanishes.
Peter's concern for Martin had reached an all-time high, almost just as much as what the point he was trying to get across. This frozen parallel of this supposed self-reflecting image mirrored exactly what happened the day of the City Hall bombing. Suicide bombers fizzling with energy only to explode, causing civilians to fly or disintegrate within seconds, ruble, dust and debris laid static on the ground or through the air, all the chaos and destruction that occurred on that day; just recreated in a thick layer of negative energy, smoke and fog.
All that could be said about it was pure dumbfounded shock and disbelief from the friendly neighborhood hero. He don't know whether to hallucinate or just pray that he was dreaming. Was this even real? Or was it in his head?
Spider-Man: Karen? Karen?
Calling out to his artificial intelligence user interface gave him no such luck. With the negative energy warping around the suit, it also short-circuited the user interface from the inside out leaving nothing but static.
He heard a slight warp from his far right. Turning to see Mr. Negative appear once again, seeing his bright fluorescent negative white light be the only shining object in his peripheral vision, he’s forced to follow him although this purgatory of negative space.
Mr. Negative: I've been watching you for quite some time. I was hoping to catch you down over at City Hall but you never came. Quite a shame that so many people had to die with no heroes to save them?
He was beginning to push a few buttons and Peter didn't like that.
Spider-Man: Don't start.
Mr. Negative: That officer saved your life, didn't he? He was there because of you. A futile gesture, I might add.....
Spider-Man: Jeff gave his life for everyone that day. Why put this on him?
Mr. Negative: Because Norman wanted to use him. The oldest City Hall in the United States still housed by its original governmental functions gets dismantled and stained with innocent blood and where was Norman during all this? Slinking away like a rat.
Spider-Man: HE HAD A FAMILY!! AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM THEM!!
Mr. Negative: Norman forced him between himself and me. He knew what was coming, I WARNED him what was about to occur and he FLED like the gutless craven he is. Always letting others fight his own battles, serving himself before others has always been his play.
The brief stroll down memory lane was already another accolade for Peter to add in his 'Most fucked up patrols ever' case but the fact that Li had the temerity to keep disappearing and reappearing on him on a dime, making him paranoid, driving his spider-sense insane, even replaying Jeff's noble sacrifice in front of him: the excessive explosive replaced by a massive gust of black residue.
Martin's persuasiveness seemed to be working: Spider-Man was on edge, anxious, distressed and unable to focus properly.
Mr. Negative: Norman is a hidden cancer on New York, hiding behind his own mask, a mask of lies. He must be excised with no trace of his corruption to return. We must break it apart and drag him into the light!
Spider-Man: Whatever your reasons are for this, you know it's all wrong.
Mr. Negative: Right and Wrong are not constants. We're at war, Spider-Man.....and you would know all about wars, wouldn't you? The Avengers? Thanos? Stark? You and I have lost more than either one of us would like to admit and I KNOW you hate Osborn as much as I do. Maybe MORE than I do. That's why I gave your suit some of my energy. Embrace the power! Become one of us!
The classic bargaining offer: join me or die.
One too many times he's heard it and one too many times he's turned it down. This wouldn't be so difficult to turn down if what Martin wasn't telling him wasn't true. The problems he's now had against his best friends father had only begun to boil and rise and escalate to monstrous proportions. A part of him did begin to wonder whether Norman truly deserved everything he was getting and more.
A question once again brought into the fruition once a bright ball of light levitated down towards Peter, eventually dying down.
The very same antique Demon mask he gave Martin days prior phased out of the light. Martins aura slowly oozed further out and away from his demonic power as he levitated towards the air, eagerly waiting for a response. Peter was left huffing air repeatedly following the mental dilemma he was left with. Despite gripping the mask and feeling a massive surge of energy flow through him and his suit, he was quick to distance himself from it. Senseless act of violence after senseless act of violence had ripped his life apart since the very beginning, it always made him ponder how he hadn't gone mad yet.
But that's why he had Uncle Ben to remind him why he's the man he is. Hope would always be stronger than hate to him.
Spider-Man: Thanks but NO THANKS!
He web lined the mask and tossed it back to Li which exploded as it hit him nearly loosing his balance with a dissatisfied expression
Mr. Negative: Fool! One way or another you WILL join me. Or DIE!
Spider-Man: Uh oh
Uh oh was right Li caused the ground to shake which cracked it open fueling fire in negative energy and all of a sudden human imaging ghostly like figures appeared and they attacked Pete and was force to fight back
Li appeared and disappeared as he kept taunting him
Mr. Negative: All the innocent souls you've lost. All the victims you couldn't save.
Spider-Man: No Martin.....their blood is on your hands!
Mr. Negative: And more will spill! Unless we stop Osborn. You have so much strength. The power I gave you can give you the will if you let it.
Mr. Negative: Then bodies will continue to fill up the gutters. Just like the ones at city hall and YOU did nothing!
Spider-Man: I can't save everyone!
The fights continued and the ghost figures kept coming their numbers began to increase with more Pete felt he wasn't gonna make it for a moment and Li kept taunting
Mr. Negative: What's one life? A simple trade: One life for a city of souls. Why do you defend Osborn while he sits in his Ivory Tower?
Spider-Man: THIS ISN'T REAL!
Mr. Negative: Show me your true strength! Use the power I gave your suit!
That's when Li lunged an attack of his own reaching for Pete's mask but Spidey held him back with his wrist
Mr. Negative: Kneel before me! Or I will pull that mask off your face to the world and expose you!
Spider-Man: Sorry to disappoint you but.....someone else beat you to it. And guess what.....after much help no one knows who I am anymore!
Mr. Negative: Don't be so certain!
Li flashed in his eyes and blinded him for a bit as he formed a giant Demon Mask the same size as City Hall and launched fiery Demon Masks at Spidey he dogged the first ones and web tossed them at the big mask cracking it
After three hits it was weakening
Mr. Negative: No! You can't!
Spider-Man: You can come back to the light Martin! It's not too late!
After another toss the mask exploded and soon both Mr. Negative and Spider-Man were back in reality and his suit was back to normal with Li still gripping his wrist and the truck was still going Pete punched Li forcing him to let go then he shot large webs at a near by Gargoyle from above and pulls down leaning the truck over
The truck tilted and was only on it's right wheals people ran to get out of it's way and soon the truck crashed into another building blacking out the screen
As it regains focus Spidey wakes up in ruble catching his breath he climbed back to the truck but Martin and the Demons were gone nothing left but the empty but the empty case that contained the Devil's Breath and it was gone too
Spidey soon found Dr. Michaels coughing on the ground and went to his aid helping him up
Spider-Man: Are you ok Doctor?
Dr. Michaels: Yes. Did they take it?
Spider-Man: Yeah. How worried should I be?
Dr. Michaels: Very.
Not a moment too soon Sable's chopper hovered above them and her two Sable Agents slid down by wires and she gave Spider-Man a Grudged Look
Spider-Man: You're a popular guy Doc.
Silver: Where is the serum?
Dr. Michaels: Gone.
Silver: Didiskoya! Fury must have been crazy to recruit you! So called "Avenger". You think you save people but all you do is just make it worse! This is your fault!
Sable pushed Pete with force and he scoffed in disbelief
Spider-Man: MY fault??? Are you kid---he was under YOUR protection.
She pulled out her guns pointing them at him
Spider-Man: Really? You really need two of those?
He tried to web-yank them out of her hands but she flipped kick him knocking Pete aside and Dr. Michaels got in-between them
Dr. Michaels: STOP! His fault or not this man saved my life! I'd be dead if not for him! Besides we have to brief with Mayor Osborn. Now!
Sable wasn't too keen that Michaels became another grateful civilian but the brief to Osborn made her lower her guns as Michaels turned to Spidey
Dr. Michaels: I'll go with her. Thank you. I'll never forget this.
The Agents escorted Michaels to the chopper as Sable gave our Hero one last hateful look as she turned to leave with them
Pete rubbed his jaw then pressed on his right ear
Spider-Man: Karen....are you there?
Always. You had me worried when you blacked out like that I even yelling at my loudest volume.
Spider-Man: Sorry. I think Li made me hallucinate his own image of the Demon Realm. But never mind that the city is in danger. Please tell me you have more leads on Li's location.
Yuri sent you a text saying "Spider-Man. We just picked up footage from a guy at a coffee shop. Looks like Li hopped into a Black Sedan after the crash."
Spider-Man: Black Sedan. Got it.
There's more. She said "We have a partial plate and one of my patrol guys just found a matching plate. Black Sedan in a parking lot near Canal and Hudson."
Spider-Man: Yuri's a good cop. Write a reply to her I'm checking it out.
Later that Noon Pete arrived at that exact location and he did find the Black Sedan car crashed and busted all the doors were broken off windows were shattered but No Devil's Breath
Spider-Man: Dammit! Devil's Breath is gone.
We should call MJ and warn her.
Calling Mary Jane Watson.
Hi This is Mary Jane Watson. Sorry to miss you please leave a detailed message and I'll get back to you soon as I can.
Spider-Man: Oh god....I'm getting that feeling again. What are you up to now MJ?
I can track her by tracking E.D.I.T.H. If she uses her again I can pinpoint their location.
Spider-Man: I can't believe I'm saying this but I hope to God she uses Edith.
With Peter and Sable losing the Devil's Breath via miscommunication and inability to cooperate, everything felt bleak for the next few minutes as it was made clear that at any second, what happened at City Hall was going to look like a paper cut compared to what the Devil's Breath was gonna do......
.....so, of course MJ figured this would be the PERFECT time to crash by Grand Central Station and just survey the area, keeping her eyes open.
Covering 48 acres with 44 platforms, more than any other railroad station in the world, this commuter rail terminal is the third-busiest train station in North America, after the New York Penn Station and Toronto Union Station. Not to mention Grand Central Terminal is one of the world's ten most visited tourist attractions, with 21.9 million visitors in 2013, excluding train and subway passengers.....as well as one of the oldest structures in New York.
It was perhaps the perfect place to stage and set up a destructive bioweapon to deploy in an area of this magnitude, an area that had been frequently featured in films and television.
She knew that in a matter of time, something was going to happen here, she was going to witness it firsthand and she was going to stop it, with or without Peter's guidance; hopefully WITHOUT it.
MJ: Standish said Sable ignored GCS here but if that's the case, what would Li be planning here? Maybe I should....poke the bear a little, see what I can find.
Four steps down the stairs and one foot onto the main floor before she suddenly goes against it. A part of her knew this felt too easy.
MJ: No no no no, what am I doing? I'm too close.
The suspicion of trickery and deceit amiss was high. What if Li was already here and wouldn't set his plan in place until either she or Peter was there? What if all the people in the station were in on it? Could it be possible that the whole Grand Central Station debacle was a cover-up for what Li really wanted to do? The possibilities were endless and MJ didn't like any of them.
Her only option was call Pete and let him know what she's doing.
She takes a step back nearly reaching for the phone in her pocket before some form of self-clarity came over her. As if her conscious from the other day came in, shifting and altering her thinking process. What's the point of asking for help if he can't trust me? She thought to herself. Her fingers still reaching for the phone, she goes against it.
MJ: Actually, I—Scratch that. He'll probably tell me to go home and chain myself to my laptop. I mean, I'm already here so I'll just get what we need myself and.....hopefully, he'll see.
That being one of the few things she had to keep telling herself as she decided to go through with her plan, nothing felt completely shallow on the atmosphere as she stepped down into the main floor, gazing her eyes all about.
The commuter rail terminal never ceased to amaze her and with the crowd coming out and going in the subway and looking at the Oscorp donations and tech displays available, it just made the temptation to doze off from the objective at hand that much harder.
The over-abundance of them, to the average consumer, would seem rather ludicrous. From gift cards to banners to tablets and laptops to encryption codec systems, nanotech health care, your typical emergency systems and a metal pad that passed for optical camouflage and invisibility, it felt like overkill but the consumer in MJ, let alone the consumer in all of the people in the station couldn't help but murmur compliments from 'Cool' to 'Amazing' to 'We are indeed in the future'.
Distracted, and catching it too late, Mary Janes attention span quickly turned away from the displays.....at least for another brief moment before her eyes catch another contraption on display: a container poised as yet another Oscorp property.
But something about the condition of the glass and the matte and the structure came off as odd and it raised enough of a suspicion for her to approach it. The tablet adjacent from the display table sported a demo explaining how such a display works when in effect. What it had to say about this contraption once MJ piped in to listen raised a couple of flags: This Gaia Microbe Dispersal Device releases specifically formulated microbes into the atmosphere and, in turn, makes our oceans and rivers cleaner than when man first walked the earth.
That was as far as she got before she actually glanced forward to touch it. No need to be too cautious around it, since nobody was preventing anyone else from touching the displays. MJ immediately glanced at the wires off to the side entangled around each other spiraling in both directions to the side and to the back, not to mention the ends of the wires had drastically different colors: two blue wires, one red and one yellow.
It was at this moment the curiosity faded and her defenses were raised: this wasn't a display, this was an actual bomb.
Why this was made let alone put into such a highly open area continued to plague the redheads thoughts as a very inhuman chill crawl up her spine. Her eyebrows squinched as she started to sporadically look around, almost in a frantic state of mind before she began to question herself and turn her attention to behind her. Soon as she did turn around though, she saw......
Mary Jane Watson.
A sure fire yet monotone-like voice boomed from behind her and MJ turns around in curiosity. Martin Li coming into view did very little to enlighten her, given his massive three week track record. The best she could do is stare him down and vice versa.
MJ: Mr. Li?
Slight hesitation from both sides killed the silence. Neither wanted to make a move but they had jobs to do.
Li: I did warn Peter to get you focused on ANOTHER story, did I not?
MJ: We knew better. When a situation goes south, we won't just ignore it.
Li: And this is where it gets you.
He grabs her arm and MJ quickly tries to shrug it away to no avail.
Li: I don't want to have to do this but this will go on much quicker if you stay calm and do as I say.
MJ: Listen....You’re don't have to do this.
LI: Oh I think I do. Cause I know Peter wouldn't want to find you dead when he arrives.
There was a whole lot to dissect in a very short period of time; time in which she didn't have. Not only did she now have proof that Li knew exactly who her former lover was, she couldn't help but to look at the man disapprovingly. She didn't have to say anything – MJ could see that there was no point in bringing Li back to his senses from whatever and wherever his demonic intentions lied.
Noticing tiny little fizzles of negative particles circling around her arm the tighter he squeezed, she still found no luck trying to break her grip. All she could do was the last thing she wanted: call for help. She hated where it would lead to but she was low on options.
Spotting two near-by officers, due to the point overlapping commotion in the station, she's forced to screech at the top of her lungs.
Both nearby guards heard her shout and saw Li staring him down with glowing eyes. One of their attention spans stirred and distracted, that's when Demons from behind him knocked him down and more started shooting at the other guard, killing him and causing a hail of bullets to fly everywhere, causing people to panic and round up around each other in peaked hysteria.
The Demons barely had any work to do rounding them up and pointing their guns, all except for one who took ahold of the microbe dispersal device from one table to one that was almost centered in the middle. MJ, once again, got herself caught in the middle of it all as the only civilian left standing, Li's hand still gripped onto her arm, immovable, like lockjaw.
MJ: You'll never get away with this!
LI: I believe if you want to prevent more casualties, I will. Osborn and all who follow him will die for his crimes.
MJ: You can't be SERIOUS!
He just stares at her, menacingly, his eyes radiating with a negative white glow that honestly startled her, showing how serious he was with this.
LI: Norman will answer for what he did to me.
Finally, she feels him loosen up and release as he backs away.
LI: Put her along with the others and get the bomb ready. I gotta make a call.
MJ: What crimes? What did he---??
THAT was as far as she got before she was silenced. She couldn't finish protesting. Her mouth was left covered from another Demon from behind as she just squirmed and yelled for release before being tossed aside. There she was once again, held captive against her will, just like she was when she was younger.
The dispersal device was repositioned amongst the table right as Li prepared the ultimate weapon of mass destruction: the Devil's Breath.
The vial sliding back through the middle slot of the dispersal device locks the Devils Breath into place which in turn solidified Martin's course of action-to-be for the next 10 minutes but he felt no genuine joy in the journey he partook to get here. The act of violence to follow however would be necessary.
Li is slow to bring out his phone from his left pocket and speed-dial. He wanted to drag this out as long as he could to make the man suffer before he put Norman out of his misery. Hearing a female voice on the end, Li got straight to the point.
Mayor Osborn's office. May I help you?
LI: Yes. I wish to speak with Mayor Osborn.
May I ask who's calling?
Li: The man he's looking for.
It was silent for a moment before the voice changes and he gets the man he’s looking for.
What do you want, Martin?
Li: In five minutes time, I want you at your own basement. Or more blood'll be on your hands before sunset.
Crushing the phone and the case, he takes another look back at the bomb, exhaling quietly. As he leaves MJ’s line of sight, the gravity of her current situation stayed the same: imminent death given one wrong move. Not if MJ didn’t have anything to say about it, quietly pulling E.D.I.T.H. out of her coat pocket and slapping the lenses before putting them on.
MJ: EDITH, are you there?
Course I am, MJ. What do you need?
MJ: I need you to send a text to Peter. Tell him party at Grand
To say Peter felt the gravity of the impending doom coming his way was greatly exaggerated. He almost let the city once already, he wasn't gonna let it happen again. Upon remembering their brief conversation from the other day, Peter put his game face on, zipping over to Grand Central Station. Inches away from , the HUD display over his eyes switches to a text message sent from MJ.
Her given text: Party at Grand Central. Wear your best suit.
Spider-Man: Hope I'm not too late then. Karen!
Calling Mary Jane.
Spider-Man: MJ! I'm on my way! Are you hurt?
MJ: No I'm fine. So far. Just hurry.
Going as fast as I can. Karen just tracked Edith in GCT. Guess you got a headstart without me.
MJ: Had to lay out your red carpet somehow. Listen, Li's going to release the Devil's Breath.
Then you got to get out of there.
MJ: I can't. I'm pinned down with the rest of the hostages and he won't do it 'till Norman gets here.
Dammit! This must have been Li's plan all along. He's going to force him to release the Devil's Breath to make him responsible!
MJ: Kinda makes sense. In a twisted psychotic way.
As if he wasn't psychotic enough already. I'm goin' in the vents. Let me know if you see me.
MJ happen to notice Li's men setting up drones and they fly up in arm forces
MJ: Sure but it looks like he's got some drones patrolling. Guess he's prepared for you. Which reminds me. Does he....know your secret? He mentioned Peter's name earlier. Not Spider-Man.
He kinda caught me snooping in his office. But I'm not really sure. But don't worry I'm in the ventilation system. Can you see a safe exit point?
MJ: Edith? Where's the safest exit?
On your right. South West Corner.
MJ: I hope you caught that.
I did. I'm on my way.
Our brave red head heroine looked to the right and happen to see the familiar red and blue figure come out from the vent and swing over near over near the south entrance and took time to examine the drones and Demons patrolling but no sign Mr. Negative
It's no good. If I get too close those drones will spot me.
MJ: Edith? Any ideas?
Just one. Activating Vision Link.
MJ's point of view through the glasses made a calculating load which also appeared on Pete's Spider eye lenses
Spider-Man: What's going on?
And then what came on his vision was Edith's point of view for whatever MJ see's he will see
Spider-Man: Karen what just happened?
E.D.I.T.H. has upload a vision link. To whatever her and MJ may see we will see.
We'll be able to help Peter and K.A.R.E.N. through this link giving them what they need to proceed.
MJ: This....is extremely cool.
You're gonna give those back after this right?
MJ: No promises Pete. Now let's get this over with. You see that tablet I'm looking at?
Pete manage to see the on one of the Demons crates by a laptop and a Demon walking away from it
That controls the drones.
Spider-Man: I see it. Think you can snag it?
Yes. If you can make a distraction. And try not get shot.
Spider-Man: I'm ready.
Tell me when.
MJ eyed at the circled booth and nods to herself
MJ: Alright. I'm ready.
A web was shot hitting directly at the clock over the booth which caught the Demon's attention shouting in Japanese and soon as they approached the booth MJ made her move and reached for the tablet just when a near by hostage yelled: They're not gonna take me without a fight!! ran up to one of the Demon's punching him catching Mary Jane off guard the Demon grabbed the man pointing a gun to his head and MJ stood up
MJ: WAIT!!! PLEASE!!!
MJ! WHAT'D YOU DOING?!?!
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