I teased I'd do this so here it is the Spider-Man story that doesn't directly involve him. I saw a lot of death of Spider-Man stories and while some were good none were how I would've done it. For instance, they loved making the killer doc ock but I think that's too obvious instead of super villain what if it's a common crook, just regular guy…
Chapter one
"and first up tonight is the tragic passing of a hero. I'm talking of course of the death of Peter Parker also known as Spider-Man." The newscaster said somberly.
"This morning a still unknown man broke into a local corner store to steal from the register, which got the attention of the now deceased Parker which leads to-"
"Oh, god it's here too" a man says picking up the remote and changed the channel.
"So, captain what's the current state of matters with the avengers in light of recent events?" The reporter asked holding the mic out to cap.
"Well, the avengers were and always will be about the public safety first that comes before all else. However, we are still doing as much as we can to find peter's killer we can't drop everything and look for him as we don't believe that would fit peter's mem-"
"It can't be everywhere!" The man said once again changing the channel.
"An open to the public funeral will be held this Saturday from-"
"Why" he screams
"I dated him for a while, in fact I probably knew his identity before anyone else but now I-"
"Are!"
"What kind of monster would-"
"You!"
"Parker was a valued member of the bugle staff during his time-"
"Everywhere! Why can't you just leave me alone I didn't want any of this! I didn't want to kill Spider-Man!" The man yells, his name is James freeman as he has previously stated he killed Spider-Man. He's wearing a dirty shirt, dirty pants, and a dirty overcoat. "got to get my mind off this." He said and began to listen to the messages he got.
"Hey, James it's me Kevin. You didn't show up for work today, well I mean you already know that but I mean you didn't tell the boss or anything he's pretty mad. He said the next time you do something like that you're fired. So, tell us if you can't make it I'm in your corner man I want to help *beep*"
"Oh right." He thought. he didn't make it into work today, still a bit shaken up by what happened this morning. I mean wouldn't you be if you accidentally killed one of New York's most prominent super heroes. Still it was nice to know Kevin thought of him, he's been one of his only friends down at the packing plant. Anyway, let's see what other messages are on here.
"Mr. freeman this is the fifth month without paying for your rent if you do not gather together all the past months of rent for me by the end of this month, I'm afraid I'll have to evict you." Well that went, well didn't it? That was his landlord Mrs. price calling once again about his lack of rent. He tries to pay but the money from the packing plant isn't enough to cover it and it's not like any other place will hire him. The money from the register was to pay his rent but then…
"Oh, stealing from a register, not exactly original." No! Not that he doesn't want to think about it. It doesn't matter anyway he wasn't even able to get the money, instead he's got just about every cape and secret organization trying to sniff him out. Guys like shield, the avengers they do realize he's just a normal guy, right? What he did was wrong but he considers it self-defense, just wanting to make it out without getting hurt. Though he's sure he's in the minority since last, he checked the avengers don't hunt down common criminals. But maybe it'll work itself out, maybe this whole hunt for Spider-Man's killer thing will dust over. Till then all he's got to do is wait, I mean there's not much to go on, he was wearing a mask it's not like they've got technology that lets you see through them. Satisfied with his own answer he heated up a microwave meal, sat down on his recliner and quickly fell asleep.
*smack*
He was awakened by being slapped in the face which was soon followed by- "wake up we've got a few questions for you." A voice spoke in a rather unnerving fashion.
"Who hell are you? Why are you in my house?" James asked groggily. Opening his eyes he was greeted by the image of a woman with logo on her outfit he couldn't make it out but it looked a lot like-
"Shield operative, I'm here to ask a couple of questions." The woman answered. Upon closer inspection, it was quite obvious she worked for shield, she was in uniform after all. Upon even further inspection he realized the holster was empty. No gun no nothing. Maybe she doesn't think she's going to need it. Now James was becoming rather nervous. Did they find out? Is he going to jail? But he realized that would just make him look suspicious, so as difficult as it may be, he attempted to keep his cool simply responding with-
"Ok, as long as you leave afterwards." James stated calmly, attempting to mask his fear. The shield lady mumbled to herself for a bit but soon replied-
"Sure, first of all where were you this morning at five o'clock?" The lady inquisited. Rather polite for a member of what James liked to describe as the super police. On second thought, maybe she didn't bring her gun as a manners kind of thing.
"I was here in my house eating breakfast. Toast if you would prefer the specifics" James spoke at this statement the lady furrowed her brow but continued on with the questioning.
"Second, do you happen to own a ski mask?" The lady questioned. Shit James left out the ski mask. I mean in his defense he didn't think anyone would just pop in and start asking questions but it's literally right behind him! He could have tried harder. Oh well guess he's going to have to roll with it.
"Yes actually, one was given to me by my aunt unfortunately I'm not much of a skier, however it is quite good for long walks." James bullshited. none of that was remotely true heck, His aunt's dead. The lady once again furrowed her brow, he's got to speed this thing up if she gets time she's going to realize she could easily disprove every single thing he's been saying. "Can we get on. With it I've got something to do later on and I need to prepare."
"Fair enough, last question. Have you ever had any contact with the late Mr. Parker also known as Spider-Man. It appears he's forced officer polite into showing her hand. Honestly, he's not sure why he's not doing this under a lie detector, maybe she thought it was impolite to get that close to a suspect. Then again, she did slap him in the face to wake him up so maybe she just forgot to bring it.
"Never, I saw him on tv and in the news but I never got the chance to see him in person I'm afraid." Once again if a lie detector was here James would be in jail right now. Thankfully the only one here is officer polite, a person who probably finds truth serums intrusive and you would assume prefers to give the people she's questioning a cup of tea. So, he thinks she might have bought it.
"All right sir that will do for now though I may contact you again." So, saying the officer then turned and jumped out his window which he now sees is broken. Suddenly you hear her voice cry out "Oh and good luck with your thing!" Before disappearing into the night, the sound of a parachute opening following her.
That thing being getting the fuck out of here he sets to work grabbing what little money he has and an almost expired bag of chips, he'll have to travel light a guy walking around with a backpack on him looks suspicious then shield finds out then they realize he's full of shit (though they would probably figure it out anyway.) and next thing you know he's the avengers punching bag. Suddenly he realizes he should bring one more thing. Sure, it is a risk but it might come in handy if everything goes under. So, saying he grabs the ski mask and heads out the door. He'll work on the whole where to go thing later.
-meanwhile-
Our shield agent, officer polite as we call her is in a pitch-black room. Suddenly a voice is heard. "authorization code needed" the agent is quiet for a moment then saying-
"with great power." She said suddenly the room sputters to life a projection being created while it happened.
"agent-crztz-laurel how goes the mission?" the hologram asks.
"it's going well I have spoken with Mr. Freeman, there's no doubt in my mind he did it." Laurel says.
"did you go with your idea?" the hologram asked.
"yes, the being polite idea, he saw me as a non-threat just because I was nice and didn't bring a gun. he didn't even notice the fact I was picking up on his bullshit, I don't need a lie detector to tell me he's full of it." She explained.
"good, did you put a tracer on him?" the hologram asked again
"no, but trust me it won't be long, we don't have to find him I'm pretty sure he'll find us. The asshole will get what's coming" the agent said
"I'm glad to see you have this under control agent laurel, do you what you must I trust your judgement. Codename Cassius out." The hologram said as the room went to black.
Ok that's it for now. Honestly unlike most of my stuff I actually know exactly what I want to do with it and have a plan. As always, the promise of more comic fics, please leave a review and I'm out.