AN: I've been on a bit of a Spider-Man kick lately.
Alarms, men running every which way, and guns pointed in every direction looking for him…this was a typical Saturday.
"File transfer is 80% done, just hold on for a little bit longer."The voice over the radio told him.
That was easy for her to say, she wasn't in the middle of a 20-man circle beating up crooked cops.
"Keep me notified…"He was interrupted by a fist almost reaching his face, but a quick jump out over the man he threw it and a kick to the back gave him more room to breathe, "…when it's done."He finished.
In front of him, 19 other men stood; ready to swarm him with batons, stun sticks, and a few pistols.
This was work for Miles Morales, the Amazing, Spectacular, Ultimate Spider-Man.
"Man, Willy must be paying you guys something fierce if you're trying to stop me. So, what are the benefits, health care? Dental?"Miles charged the group, shooting web-shots at the men with guns and giving a mean right-hook to the poor unfortunate soul in front of him.
"Get him!"One of the men said, and they charged back.
"I mean, it's gotta be a really good deal if you're trying to kill me? Does he give a bonus to whoever kills me?"Miles made his way through the crowd, punching, kicking, and webbing up the goons that tried to kill him all the while cracking wise.
"Won't you shut up!?"The same man from before shouted at Miles; charging him with a stun baton.
Miles ducked under the swing, shot a short web-line to the man's shoulders, flipped over him and swung the poor guy on the floor. He was knocked out cold.
"Sorry, I can't help myself. I'm working on my stand-up, you think it's good?"Miles joked to the unconscious man before going back into the fight.
At the top of the building, Wilson Fisk gathered his things neatly. Contracts, blackmail, and email of some men or another that owed him a few favors…the sort. It going all swimmingly until that arachnid showed up.
"What's the status of the spider?"Fisk asked his assistant.
"The men are still working on it, please; don't worry about the problem Lord Fisk. We'll see to his punishment, you will never see him again."
Fisk scoffed, "I doubt it."
One of the lights flashed on his desk, someone was accessing his server room, and he had a suspicious idea who it was.
With a click of the button a video screen came on of his server room and in it 20 of the cops on his payroll…knocked out. In the center stood the man in black and red…Spider-Man.
"So, you continue to be a pain in my side?"Fisk asked.
Spider-Man turned around to see the screen in front of him become a live feed of Fisk.
"Hey Willy, just stopping by, how's the business? You know, your guards decided to take a nap, I just found them like this."Spider-Man said, feigning ignorance.
"Such a child, which is why you will never beat me. Try as you might, Spider-Man, but not even you can destroy what I've built. My influence is too vast, too rooted; you are merely one man in a ridiculous costume beating on those without power. Not like me. I am too big to be destroyed Spider-Man, you can't stop me."
"Funny, I wonder what the Britannian government will think when they see these suspicious deals you've been making to the E.U. and the Chinese Federation. What do you think they'll do first? Throw you in prison or strip you of your nobility? My money is on prison but I won't lie, it's a close bet."
Fisk was trembling with anger…how….how DARE HE?!
"Sit tight Willy, I'm on my way up."The feed cut.
"Lord Fisk, what do you want…?"
"Leave, now. Send two squads up here now. I'll kill the spider myself. Take these; leave them at my estate in Maryland."Fisk gave the man his briefcase and sat back in his desk waiting patiently.
His thoughts were plagued with ideas of what he'd do to the spider. Humiliation. Yes, he'd expose him. Show the world who was behind the mask, let it fester. Everyone that was connected to him would suffer; every place he'd live would be destroyed and rebuilt for Fisk. Everything he cherished would become nothing but smoke and dust, and in its place, Fisk will rise. Like he's always done.
He's already killed one spider; he'll let this one suffer before putting him out of his misery.
The doors to his office opened, the squad he asked for had arrived, "What is the status of Spider-Man's whereabouts?"He asked.
"No clue sir, we sent a team to the server room but no one but the men already stationed was there."The team leader reported.
"He's on his way, and when he arrives I want him alive. Beat him however you like, before today ends he will be humiliated."Fisk rose.
"You sure about that Willy, I think I'm pretty humble."His voice, it was in the room.
"Spread out! Find him!"Fisk ordered.
The guards did as they were told; guns rose, looking for Spider-Man.
"Oh Willy, I'm touched, all these people just for me? You shouldn't have."His voiced taunted him.
"You think you can beat me?!"Fisk shouted.
"Think? I already have."The voice…it was behind him.
Fisk turned and running towards him was an invisible force. But as it shimmered back into existence, it turned into the thing he hated most…Spider-Man.
A right hook connected to Fisk's jaw, throwing him across the room.
That had to hurt.
"Alright boy's, whose first?"Miles asked as he readied his stance.
7 men with rifles all aimed at him, this would be easy.
Miles shot a web-grenade, as he dodged the hail of bullets. It connected to the closest goon before detonating and webbing the entire group. Miles pounced on them, kicking them into walls, the ground, sticking them to whatever hard surface there was to get rid of them.
"Your goons were pretty easy to deal with Fisk; maybe you should pay them less. I hear you give them dental."
BEHIND YOU
Miles spider-sense rang in his ears. He turned back to see that where Fisk was, instead of seeing him flat on his back, he was charging him. But it was too late to dodge as Fisk grabbed him by his costume and rammed him into a wall.
"I thought I'd show you humility, but now you die!"Fisk raised his arms to bring down on Miles but instead hit the wall.
Miles stuck his hands to the wall and kicked Fisk back a few feet. He flipped himself on to the wall and jumped in the air. 2 shots of web-line connected to each side of Fisk, yanking Miles towards his target. The wall beneath them shattered and they were in free-fall.
Punches and kicks were the only things the two men shared as they fell and fell.
They landed hard on a bridge, seizing the opportunity Fisk readjusted and tried crush Miles again. But Miles was prepared.
Charging his venom-strike, Miles jabbed Fisk in his collar bone, the shock threw Fisk into the air, over the bridge falling again.
Miles jumped after him; Wilson Fisk would not die here.
Judging his shot, Miles aimed his web-shooters and threw out a web-line. Just before Fisk could hit the floor, he was entangled in webs and dangled from the ceiling.
"So…what was that about being too big to fail?"Miles asked.
Brooklyn
"Miles wake up sweaty. I made breakfast."The voice of Rio Morales was the first thing Miles sense, followed by the smell of eggs.
Stretching his arms, and back, Miles got out of bed.
In the kitchen, his mother was at the stove cooking the eggs, and his father Jefferson was laying out the plates for breakfast.
"Good morning Miles, I thought we lost you to sleep."His father joked.
"Huh, yeah, sorry," Miles said as he prepared his breakfast.
"Ay, you scared me last night mijo. You were so late, I know you're too old for bedtime but I can't help myself!"His mother said, bringing breakfast to the table.
"Where were you last night? You weren't at May Parker's were you?"His father asked.
"No, no, I wasn't over there. I was with the guys playing ball. We decided to go up against this other team, and then one thing led to another and by the time I realized it, it was already late."
A lie, of course. What was he supposed to tell them? That he was the (in)famous Spider-Man and he was up late last night kicking in Wilson Fisks company building? It was a white lie, they didn't need to know.
"Well next time you and the guys go out, try and call us? Your mother worries a lot."His father said.
"I'll be sure to let you know next time."Another lie.
This was his life away from Spider-Man.
Miles Morales, 18-year-old high-school graduate. That's what most people saw him as only one person in the world knew that it was a mask for his identity as the Ultimate Spider-Man.
He remembered when he started being Spider-Man; originally it was out of guilt. He failed to help the one person who'd been so selfless to help others without asking for anything in return.
Peter Parker died because Miles didn't help him. But who was he kidding, Miles was a normal person back then, he couldn't help Peter fight against anyone. So he stood and watched as Peter fought against Fisk's forces. Even after all this time, Miles never knew why Fisk wanted to kill Peter. Sure, he busted deals the Kingpin of crime would notice…but what he remembered wasn't about monetary gain.
The conversation rang in his ears like it did so many times before.
"Well, all things considering I'd say this was a success."Wilson Fisk personally came to see Spider-Man, underneath the rubble that was once a warehouse.
"Willie, how are you?"Spider-Man quipped. Even in the face of death, it was those jokes that got him by.
Wordlessly, Fisk tugged on the mask, exposing Peter's face.
"Oh, that's a no-no."Peter groaned, the rubble was crushing him…he couldn't move, not this time.
"10 years I've been stuck with you, 10 years I've been waiting for this moment. Prowler, kill him."
The man in purple beside Fisk extended his claw-gauntlet, ready to kill Peter.
"Wait, I know what you're doing Fisk. I've seen it, all the files. Listen to me Fisk, it won't end well. I know, please you can't do this."Peter pleaded with him.
"Oh, I can't? Let me tell you something, Spider-Man. It's not always about the money. I'd continue with this conversation, but I'm on a schedule. Prowler…"
"What would Vanessa think, what would your family think of this?"Peter asked.
It was silent, and with a roar, Fisk brought his fists down onto Peter. Spider-Man was dead.
On that night Miles' hero died, but it wasn't long before he gained the power of Spider-Man himself.
A random looking spider, nothing entirely special, bit him. It was a rough few days after that, getting used to his newfound powers. But it was with May Parkers help that he learned to control it, and use it for good.
For the last 3 years, he worked every night he could into being Spider-Man, trying to learn what Peter Parker knew about Fisk. 3 years of blood, sweat, and tears…and it all ended today.
Queens
The Parker residence was not treated well; in fact, it was treated poorly by those around it. Why? Because of Spider-Man. Britannian policy-both foreign and national-was the most basic rule of nature "Survival of the fittest". Those who had power did not concern themselves with those beneath them, which is why Spider-Man was a polarizing figure. Here was a man with power, gifted with intelligence, strength, and willpower protecting the weak.
Britannia hated that, hated what Spider-Man stood for. The strong protecting the weak, that wasn't going to pass.
Which is why May Parker was cleaning eggs from her roof; no self-respecting Britannian would accept Spider-Man. Which is why after Peter was revealed to be Spider-Man, had been the worst day in May Parker's life. Harassment followed her those days; they still do but thankfully not as much. So, instead of getting a mob of people at her front door it's the occasional rock or egg thrown at her.
But she knew the consequences, she knew why Peter did what he did and she accepted it. It was her responsibility to stand alongside her nephew.
"Need help, Ms. Parker?"She turned, behind her stood Miles.
"No, I'm done with it anyway. Come inside, I made tea."
As they entered the house, May locked the door and quickly looked outside for any eavesdroppers.
"Anyone there?"Miles asked.
"No, we're good."
Both of them sat in the living room, as they did May took out a laptop.
"Did we get anything good from it? I hope I didn't risk my life for nothing."Miles remarked.
"I began unpacking the files right after I checked for any malware or anything that could give us up to whoever is working for or with Fisk."She said.
"And?"
May turned the laptop toward Miles, "See for yourself; I wanted to save it for you."
Miles grabbed the laptop to see for himself, there were plenty of files to check.
"Which one tells us what we want?"Miles asked.
May sighed, "The 10th one, named 'C'."
Miles opened the file. Immediately there were text documents, images, notes from Fisk himself, and video. Miles picked the first text documents he could.
"This one is a note from Fisk,"Miles said.
"What does it say?"May asked.
"He's saying something about a project, they're missing someone for the project to work. And that…the Emperor himself has ordered Fisk to search for this person, maybe a scientist?"Miles looked back at May, motioning for him to continue.
The next image file he found was a weird one; it was the entire world with red circles across the globe, many in current Area provinces controlled by Britannia already. They were all labeled as sites of some kind.
After that was an image named the target, the image depicted a young woman (late-teens to late-twenties?). She was fair skin, with green hair and yellow eyes. Her emotion was cold, uninterested.
"What else did you find? "
Miles turned back to May, "Well I found who they were looking for."Miles turned the laptop back to May.
"Hm, any idea who it is?"May asked.
"No, not even an indication of what her name is."May handed the laptop back to Miles.
"Keep digging, I'll bring some tea this time."May sat up and went to the kitchen while Miles dug through Fisk's file on the project.
Much of it were updates on the project, and conversations between him and the Emperor. There were also financial moves to aid in the project. Apparently, this was Fisk's backup plan if ever the Emperor decided that Fisk was of no use to him anymore, he intended to sell the information to Schneizel, the 2nd Prince in line for the throne.
For hours it was like this, scouring the depths of Fisk's involvement with the crown until he found the file he dreaded. It was from Peter. Fisk documented many of Peter's attacks against plenty of Fisk's buildings and some of the sites in Brittania itself. Attached to the document was a call between the Emperor and Fisk.
"Fisk, what purpose do you have calling me today?"
"It's about our resident pest."The Emperor gave an exacerbated sigh.
"What happened?"
"He knows."
"…"
"He attacked one of our in-country facilities; we're led to believe he's made contact."
"Deal with him, if he has connected to the larger web than he is a danger to us. Hunt him down and end him, regardless of the consequences. I'll have someone cover for you."
"It will be done."
Miles didn't exactly know how to feel, this was the order that killed Peter, the man that was supposed to mentor him. Needless to say, he didn't like it.
He was so lost in thought he didn't realize that May was talking to him.
"...iles…Miles."With a poke to his shoulder, Miles was brought out of his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry May, did you need something?"Miles stood up.
"You should go back home if I find something I'll let you know."May picked up the laptop and closed it.
"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."The two hugged before Miles exited the house.
Moving through the streets of New York, Miles had a lot on his mind. Not even including the information he stole from Fisk, but the pressure his parents were putting on him.
They expected much from their son (who graduated in the 10 percentile of his high school, not to brag or anything). Of course, it was expected; they wanted the best for him. So the expectations were high, get a good job, meet a nice girl, go to college, and pay for their retirement…the typical list of expectations.
Sometimes Miles hated the expectations his parents put on him, he was the crime-fighting Spider-Man for Pete-sake. What kind of superhero had to wrestle with living a good life as a normal person? Certainly not any of the ones he read as a kid.
Uncle Aaron never gave him expectations…but neither was he expected to achieve much with his life. It was what got him killed. So Miles guessed that he should be glad he had parents that expected much from him.
Miles sighed, life was hard.
When he opened the door to his home he could hear the shrieking of his parents, his adrenaline went into overdrive.
"Mom!?"He ran into the house ready to give anyone who entered a quick knock out.
The idea's floated around in his head, was it Fisk did he find out. Did Fisk always know? Where was Dad? Is he already dead?!
As he turned the corner, expecting to fight, he turned to only see his mother and father embracing.
"Miles, oh, sorry. We didn't mean to scare you."The two disentangled, with both of their smiles as wide as a Cheshire cat.
"What happened?"Miles asked cautiously.
"Well…remember how we were talking about college?"His mother leaned closer to him, Miles didn't like where this was going.
"Yes?"
"Well, …we got you a spot in a college!"Both his mother and father pounced on him, squeezing him as hard as they could.
"What?!" Miles was happy, he was…
"We got you a college in Area 11!"
The words sunk into Miles. Area 11. That was an entire continent away. Away from his friends, from his home.
As his parents hugged him, Miles couldn't think of a worse fate.
1 week later
May sat on her couch opposite of Miles, "So, what's got you in a tizzy?"She asked.
"My parents are sending me to college."Miles started.
"That doesn't sound too bad, why do I have a feeling you're gonna say 'but'?"
"But they're sending me to Area 11."Miles gave a sigh.
"Oh, that's problematic. When will you be leaving?"May stood up and started walking to the back the house.
"Tomorrow, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier my parents have been having me busy."The two of them exited the backdoor and into the backyard, they headed to the shed that housed the secret cave underneath the house.
"No need to apologize. So, how did you get it?"May asked as they both entered the shed and rode the elevator down.
"Apparently my dad saved some nobleman from being robbed. Apparently, he was important because he was able to pull a few strings to get me enrolled before the deadline."As the elevator reached the bottom May walked towards the computer on the far end of the room, she was after all his 'guy in the chair'.
"Well, if you're gonna go gallivanting in another country, you're gonna need more than that re-color you made a few years ago. Honestly, I don't know why you still have it."May typed in a few keys before a picture of Miles' outfit came up on the screen.
Miles found it quite nostalgic; it wasn't meant for him to be honest. It was just another replacement for Peter's if he ever needed a replacement. The spray paint was indicative of his own character stapled onto it, he may have been a totally different person but he was nonetheless inspired by what Peter had done as his time as Spider-Man.
"I just like it."Miles chuckled.
"Well it's time to let go of the old, and embrace the new."May pressed another key and a department opened up beneath the computer.
It was a small briefcase with a finger scanner on it. May pressed her thumb on it and it opened up to reveal a new outfit.
"Originally, Peter thought of having more outfits for different occasions. But of course, things didn't work out the way he wanted. So for the last few years, I've been working where he stopped and I think I got just the thing for you."
May picked up the costume and presented it to Miles. It was black and red like his own, except the spider was embroidered onto the costume, it pointed downwards like a 'V' and had red webbings going across the entire collar bone.
"I hereby introduce the Ultimate Spider-suit, for you Miles. Think of it as thanks, for carrying on what Peter couldn't see through."May handed the suit into his hands and Miles carried it gently.
"Are you sure May, this was originally Peters…"May raised her hand to cut him off.
"Peter has been dead for years; I can't bring him back as much as I'd want to. But what I can do is honor what he would have wanted. You hold the mantle Miles; just…just remember what he told you."
"With great power, there must also come great responsibility."Miles quoted the famous mantra Peter had told him the night he died. Miles steeled his nerves and looked back at May.
"I won't let you down; I won't let him down either."
"Good, now go out there and make a difference."May smiled at him before he left the cave.
'Area 11, prepare to meet the Ultimate Spider-Man."
This was a hassle to make; it went through a revision probably half-way through writing this because I didn't quite exactly know how to end this. And the consequence is that I wrote an extra 1,000 words. Let this be a forewarning, this will not be how long I make every chapter, this is the exception. Another issue I have to address is Fukatsu no Lelouch, the new movie that came out for Code Geass. I know Sunrise has stated that the previous movies recapping the movies and Fukatsu are alternate times lines and do not have any basis on the original series but I will be incorporating both the original series and the movies into its own. What that means, you'll have to wait. Also, just for clarification, yes the new outfit for Miles is his original costume from the Ultimate universe.