Spiderman - The SHIELDtacular Spiderman
The SHIELDtacular Spiderman
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Peter Parker, one of SHIELD's finest, is a part-time gadgeteer in SHIELD's R&D Department, trying to cope with a demanding job at the same time as he attends school. Then, on top of all this, he also winds up getting bitten by a radioactive spider! Oh, what is a teenaged SHIELD agent to do, when he starts to develop superhuman powers?! Perhaps he can confide in his friend Agent Romanov? Agent Natalia Romanova, AKA The Black Widow?
Disclaimer: Spiderman, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you watching the show/reading the comic/watching the movie in the first place?
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above if you're reading this on fanfiction.net.
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*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
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~translation~
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*** Mad Author Ravings ***
A little hint about continuity, both regular comic and Ultimate? Don't bother looking for it in this fic. :)
You could say that this is a seriously whacked out AU. While it's got some serious Ultimate influences ( Ultimate Spiderman being the greatest thing to happen to the Spiderverse since sliced bread... ), I've been a fan of the comic for *way* too long to pour everything that happens there down the drain. As a result, continuity can go screw itself.
Some things will be from the Ultiverse, some from the comicverse and some will be a blend of the two, making it even harder to make any canon sense out of things. I've also got a few notions of my own that I'm going to inflict upon poor Peter, making an even bigger mess of things. So don't come complaining to me about it later on, you've been warned.
*** Mad Author Ravings Stopped By Gag And Straightjacket ***
Chapter One, Enter Peter Parker:
"Parker. Fury said you had a new prototype bracelet for me to field-test." an impatient, yet sultry, voice stated, causing the youngest brilliant mind in the organisation to jump as he didn't know that he had company.
"Widow!" he exclaimed, spinning around and clutching his chest, wondering if his wildly hammering heart was about to burst out of his chest or if it would eventually decide to stick around for a while longer. "Yikes, you scared me. Don't you overpaid lazy spooks have anything better to do then scare the crap out of us poor hard-working techies?" he demanded, glaring up at the taller woman.
"Sorry." she apologised. "Old habits die hard." she added with a sheepish smile. "But one would think that you'd eventually learn to deal with it."
"Yeah, well. Gimme a break, it's only my second month." Peter groused and turned back to his workbench. "Gimme a minute and I'll just wrap things up here, before we head on down to the armoury." he requested, then hastily tidied up and collected a few samples that he couldn't just leave lying around. Not unless he wanted Captain Carlson to yell at him again for leaving potentially dangerous chemicals lying around without supervision.
Working for a top-secret offshoot from both conventional military, intelligence and justice did have it's negative sides, but the perks more then made up for such inconveniences as working within a military hierarchical system run by people who seemed to have been born with sticks up their asses and a talent for shouting very loudly.
"What are you working on now?" the redhead inquired, looking curiously over his shoulder.
"Some extra features for the new bracelet." Peter replied evasively. Another drawback was the constant secrecy, absurd amounts of it. She were going to use the damned thing, she would most likely be the one to field-test the damned thing. Yet, he couldn't tell her anything about it until he got clearance to do so.
"I'll be looking forward to it. You've got a real knack for this line of work, kid." she responded and he blushed at the compliment. "I heard some of the other ner... Eh... Techies, talking about you as I arrived. You've made a good impression on them."
"Thanks." he mumbled, trying to keep his attention on what he was doing, instead of the hot older woman in skin-tight spandex standing behind him.
"What made someone as young as you wind up in this business anyway? Manufacturing gadgets and armament for SHIELD 'aint exactly like working part-time at your local supermarket." she inquired.
"I applied for a whole bunch of scholarships and apparently, this made a few bells ring in some automated computer surveilance systems. My data was collected, wound up at personnel and it was decided to approach me, despite my age." Peter replied as he started to put away the equipment, cleaning up after his experiments. "Fury came to see me himself." he added, shaking his head as he recalled the meeting.
Never in his whole life, had he ever met somebody as intimidating as the legendary old war-hero. The eye-patch, the stubble dotting his face, his size, the large cigar jutting out from the corner of his mouth and most of all, the expression on his face. Peter didn't think Fury had blinked even once from the moment he was called to the principal's office and was introduced to Director Fury, to the moment the older man had left.
"Surprised the heck out of me, to tell you the truth." Peter admitted with a chuckle. "But it wasn't an opportunity that I could just pass up. I mean... How often do you get an offer to work with some of the most brilliant minds on the planet, have access to the neatest toys imaginable, get funding up the wazoo *and* serve your country at the same time?" he inquired, but didn't wait for an answer. "So, I go to school and come here in my time off for work and training. It doesn't leave me with much time for anything else, but what the heck, I've never had any social life to talk about before anyway. So it's no big loss." he finished, a pained expression on his face as he talked about his previous life.
Widow nodded, looking at the kid, she could imagine that he wouldn't have had an easy time at school. Even if the training regiment SHIELD required all it's employees to go through had bulked the kid up a bit, a picture of his face wouldn't be out of place in a dictionary under 'nerd'. Kids could be cruel and Peter must have been a perfect target for the bullies at his school.
"There." he finished as everything was back in order. "Lets head on down to armoury and sign out your new toy, eh?"
"Sure thing, kid." she replied.
"But all those are just minor improvements on the old design, this right here, is the new feature." Peter explained, having run through a brief explanation of the device to a bored Natalia, who knew the damned thing better then the kid ever could. After all, she had been using them for years. But she tried not to show it, Parker was a good kid. "I think it's rather neat, if I may say so myself." he added and directed the bracelet at a group of training dummies.
But instead of the usual electrical discharge, a sticky mess was launched at the dummies, hastily covering them.
"It's... A web." Natalia commented woodenly, glaring at the wrapped up dummies.
"Yep." Parker proudly replied. "Good for restraining inconvenient people from a distance, creating barriers to block off pursuit and in emergencies..." he explained, then aimed at the ceiling a ways off. "Transportation." he finished, then shot off a thin, narrow line of webbing, then hollered in part excitement, part fear, as he shot off across the room. He wobbled significantly, grazed a workbench and knocked over a colleague, before he came to a stop and eventually managed to get back onto his feet.
"Well, it'd take more practise then I've had, obviously. Seeing as how you have been using your Widows Line previously, it shouldn't take you long to get used to this." he sheepishly continued as he returned to her. "But the uses are endless. You want to get down the Empire State building on the outside? No problem. Just put in a new canister of my webbing, attach it to the top and slide down. You want to climb a flat surface? No problem, just shoot webs and climb. You want to get rid of somebody without killing them? No problem, just net them to a wall or floor. You want a gag? This works like a charm and let's through enough air to let them breathe. You need to escape from pursuers? Just change the setting to sticky and shoot at the ground or floor behind you. You need a cuff? This will do just fine. You need to stop a car? Web it to the ground and it won't be moving for a while."
"Oh..." Natalia commented, starting to see a whole lot more uses for the stuff then when she'd seen him wrap up the dummies. At first, she thought it was just some non-lethal weapon compliment to her Widows Bite, but this... This might just be useful!
"Kid... You *are* good. Your colleagues knew what they were talking about when they praised you." Natalia said, looking with awe as the kid removed the bracelet and handed it to her, along with a metal box filled with small canisters of extra webbing.
"I sure hope so." he chuckled with a faint blush, doing his damndest to keep his eyes off her chest. She smiled. The kid was cute, a real gentleman in a way. It was a shame that he was at least ten years too young for her. Or well, ten was perhaps a bit excessive. Four or five years, at the most. After all, she wasn't an old maid yet and there were all those Hollywood stars setting a good example for women her age!
"Anyway. The grey ones are the regular stuff. It evaporates in an hour, you can shoot wide webs, narrow lines and extra sticky fluid. The blue ones doesn't have the dissolving solution, so the webs are more or less permanent. Very useful for emergency repairs or whenever an hour just won't be enough. It's a bit more solid, not as elastic as the usual mixture, but I imagine it might come in handy from time to time." he explained, flipping open the lid on the box, revealing three different coloured canisters of webbing.
"And the red ones?" Natalia inquired.
"Highly flammable. It's a weapon." Peter sighed. He rather obviously didn't like this part of his job, but did his duty none the less. "Set the setting to extra sticky, and it'll combust on it's own after a few seconds exposure to air. The wide setting increases the time to about five minutes. When you use the line setting, you'll have to manually set it on fire." Peter explained. "I imagine it might be useful for distractions and traps, and also in a pinch, as a flame-thrower."
Natalia swallowed and nodded. She had never been all that fond of fire as a weapon herself, the damages it caused were rather gruesome. But the psychological effects on enemies that saw it used against them, were indisputable. Fire was a truly horrifying weapon. One which she had used in the past, and probably would again should the need arise.
"Shoot a wad of it and cover it with regular webbing, and you have yourself a bomb or grenade." Peter added. "You'll need to completely surround the flammable webbing with regular webbing for greatest effect, but you probably know more about demolitions then I do, so I'll leave the mechanics of that up to you." he continued, a slightly nauseous expression on his face.
"Cheer up, kid. You'll get used to it." Natalia told him.
"That's supposed to cheer me up?" Peter inquired, then shook his head. "That's the hardest part about this job. Knowing that what I create most likely will be used to kill with, or at least assist in killing, sooner or later." he confessed. "Getting used to killing, getting used to murder, that's not something that I want to strive for."
"I've been at this for a while now, kid. Trust me, sometimes it's unavoidable." Natalia revealed, deciding not to mention that it was sometimes a heck of a lot better then the alternatives. "SHIELD has some very good shrinks for you to talk with about things that bother you." she added.
"I know." Peter admitted with a sheepish expression. "After the compulsory physical education and learning how to shoot a gun, Fury took one look at my face then signed me up for two compulsory sessions a week."
"You're a good kid, Parker. Innocent, but good." Natalia informed him.
"Thanks, Widow." he responded.
"Natalia Romanova. Or you can call me Natasha, if you prefer that." she offered.
"Thanks, Miss Romanova." he amended.
"I guess miss Romanova will do for now, Parker." she snorted. The kid was way too polite for his own good. "Now, tell me more about these marvellous little features you've implemented." she implored, slinging one arm around his shoulders and hugging him close.
"I'm home." Peter called out as he entered the house, being greeted by the delightful smell of freshly baked cookies.
"Hi, Peter." Aunt May called from the kitchen.
"How was work?" Uncle Ben added from the den, the TV giving off some background noise.
"Oh, same old, same old." Peter replied. They knew what he worked for, they both had to sign a special release form before he could start since he was too young, but he couldn't really tell them what he did for SHIELD. More of that top-secret need-to-know nonsense that he always got shoved down his throat.
Not that they would understand most of what he did even if he told them, but it would have been nice to at least have that option. On days like this, when he'd have to actually explain a weapon that he had helped build to someone who was likely to use it, the need to talk with someone became almost overwhelming. Luckily, he had another session with Doctor Eriksen scheduled for tomorrow. The good doctor would have to do.
"Have you done your homework?" Aunt May asked.
"Yes, Auntie May." Peter replied, heading into the den where he flopped down into the sofa, joining Uncle Ben in front of the TV. "How's it hanging, Uncle B?" Peter asked as he prepared himself to enjoy a calm and relaxing evening at home, away from the stress of school and work.
The End! ( For now... )
*** Additional Mad Author Ravings ***
Peter Parker working for SHIELD? What the heck is wrong with you, you ask?
The short answer is, a lot. :)
The slightly longer one is that the notion just popped into my head and had to be written down. I liked the way Fury tracked down Peter in Ultimate Spiderman, revealing that they knew that he was Spiderman and that when he turned eighteen, he was *theirs*.
Thus the notion of Spiderman working for SHIELD was lodged itself in my brain and from that, another notion occurred to me. What if Peter Parker was working for SHIELD, before he even became Spiderman? What would happen then? What would happen when he finally gets his powers? How will he cope with school, a part-time job and a side-line as webslinging crimefighter?
I see plenty of fodder for amusing twists'n turns in this situation and thus was born, The SHIELDtacular Spiderman.
*** Author Shutting Up ***
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Spiderman, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you watching the show/reading the comic/watching the movie in the first place?
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above if you're reading this on fanfiction.net.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
A little hint about continuity, both regular comic and Ultimate? Don't bother looking for it in this fic. :)
You could say that this is a seriously whacked out AU. While it's got some serious Ultimate influences ( Ultimate Spiderman being the greatest thing to happen to the Spiderverse since sliced bread... ), I've been a fan of the comic for *way* too long to pour everything that happens there down the drain. As a result, continuity can go screw itself.
Some things will be from the Ultiverse, some from the comicverse and some will be a blend of the two, making it even harder to make any canon sense out of things. I've also got a few notions of my own that I'm going to inflict upon poor Peter, making an even bigger mess of things. So don't come complaining to me about it later on, you've been warned.
"Parker. Fury said you had a new prototype bracelet for me to field-test." an impatient, yet sultry, voice stated, causing the youngest brilliant mind in the organisation to jump as he didn't know that he had company.
"Widow!" he exclaimed, spinning around and clutching his chest, wondering if his wildly hammering heart was about to burst out of his chest or if it would eventually decide to stick around for a while longer. "Yikes, you scared me. Don't you overpaid lazy spooks have anything better to do then scare the crap out of us poor hard-working techies?" he demanded, glaring up at the taller woman.
"Sorry." she apologised. "Old habits die hard." she added with a sheepish smile. "But one would think that you'd eventually learn to deal with it."
"Yeah, well. Gimme a break, it's only my second month." Peter groused and turned back to his workbench. "Gimme a minute and I'll just wrap things up here, before we head on down to the armoury." he requested, then hastily tidied up and collected a few samples that he couldn't just leave lying around. Not unless he wanted Captain Carlson to yell at him again for leaving potentially dangerous chemicals lying around without supervision.
Working for a top-secret offshoot from both conventional military, intelligence and justice did have it's negative sides, but the perks more then made up for such inconveniences as working within a military hierarchical system run by people who seemed to have been born with sticks up their asses and a talent for shouting very loudly.
"What are you working on now?" the redhead inquired, looking curiously over his shoulder.
"Some extra features for the new bracelet." Peter replied evasively. Another drawback was the constant secrecy, absurd amounts of it. She were going to use the damned thing, she would most likely be the one to field-test the damned thing. Yet, he couldn't tell her anything about it until he got clearance to do so.
"I'll be looking forward to it. You've got a real knack for this line of work, kid." she responded and he blushed at the compliment. "I heard some of the other ner... Eh... Techies, talking about you as I arrived. You've made a good impression on them."
"Thanks." he mumbled, trying to keep his attention on what he was doing, instead of the hot older woman in skin-tight spandex standing behind him.
"What made someone as young as you wind up in this business anyway? Manufacturing gadgets and armament for SHIELD 'aint exactly like working part-time at your local supermarket." she inquired.
"I applied for a whole bunch of scholarships and apparently, this made a few bells ring in some automated computer surveilance systems. My data was collected, wound up at personnel and it was decided to approach me, despite my age." Peter replied as he started to put away the equipment, cleaning up after his experiments. "Fury came to see me himself." he added, shaking his head as he recalled the meeting.
Never in his whole life, had he ever met somebody as intimidating as the legendary old war-hero. The eye-patch, the stubble dotting his face, his size, the large cigar jutting out from the corner of his mouth and most of all, the expression on his face. Peter didn't think Fury had blinked even once from the moment he was called to the principal's office and was introduced to Director Fury, to the moment the older man had left.
"Surprised the heck out of me, to tell you the truth." Peter admitted with a chuckle. "But it wasn't an opportunity that I could just pass up. I mean... How often do you get an offer to work with some of the most brilliant minds on the planet, have access to the neatest toys imaginable, get funding up the wazoo *and* serve your country at the same time?" he inquired, but didn't wait for an answer. "So, I go to school and come here in my time off for work and training. It doesn't leave me with much time for anything else, but what the heck, I've never had any social life to talk about before anyway. So it's no big loss." he finished, a pained expression on his face as he talked about his previous life.
Widow nodded, looking at the kid, she could imagine that he wouldn't have had an easy time at school. Even if the training regiment SHIELD required all it's employees to go through had bulked the kid up a bit, a picture of his face wouldn't be out of place in a dictionary under 'nerd'. Kids could be cruel and Peter must have been a perfect target for the bullies at his school.
"There." he finished as everything was back in order. "Lets head on down to armoury and sign out your new toy, eh?"
"Sure thing, kid." she replied.
"But all those are just minor improvements on the old design, this right here, is the new feature." Peter explained, having run through a brief explanation of the device to a bored Natalia, who knew the damned thing better then the kid ever could. After all, she had been using them for years. But she tried not to show it, Parker was a good kid. "I think it's rather neat, if I may say so myself." he added and directed the bracelet at a group of training dummies.
But instead of the usual electrical discharge, a sticky mess was launched at the dummies, hastily covering them.
"It's... A web." Natalia commented woodenly, glaring at the wrapped up dummies.
"Yep." Parker proudly replied. "Good for restraining inconvenient people from a distance, creating barriers to block off pursuit and in emergencies..." he explained, then aimed at the ceiling a ways off. "Transportation." he finished, then shot off a thin, narrow line of webbing, then hollered in part excitement, part fear, as he shot off across the room. He wobbled significantly, grazed a workbench and knocked over a colleague, before he came to a stop and eventually managed to get back onto his feet.
"Well, it'd take more practise then I've had, obviously. Seeing as how you have been using your Widows Line previously, it shouldn't take you long to get used to this." he sheepishly continued as he returned to her. "But the uses are endless. You want to get down the Empire State building on the outside? No problem. Just put in a new canister of my webbing, attach it to the top and slide down. You want to climb a flat surface? No problem, just shoot webs and climb. You want to get rid of somebody without killing them? No problem, just net them to a wall or floor. You want a gag? This works like a charm and let's through enough air to let them breathe. You need to escape from pursuers? Just change the setting to sticky and shoot at the ground or floor behind you. You need a cuff? This will do just fine. You need to stop a car? Web it to the ground and it won't be moving for a while."
"Oh..." Natalia commented, starting to see a whole lot more uses for the stuff then when she'd seen him wrap up the dummies. At first, she thought it was just some non-lethal weapon compliment to her Widows Bite, but this... This might just be useful!
"Kid... You *are* good. Your colleagues knew what they were talking about when they praised you." Natalia said, looking with awe as the kid removed the bracelet and handed it to her, along with a metal box filled with small canisters of extra webbing.
"I sure hope so." he chuckled with a faint blush, doing his damndest to keep his eyes off her chest. She smiled. The kid was cute, a real gentleman in a way. It was a shame that he was at least ten years too young for her. Or well, ten was perhaps a bit excessive. Four or five years, at the most. After all, she wasn't an old maid yet and there were all those Hollywood stars setting a good example for women her age!
"Anyway. The grey ones are the regular stuff. It evaporates in an hour, you can shoot wide webs, narrow lines and extra sticky fluid. The blue ones doesn't have the dissolving solution, so the webs are more or less permanent. Very useful for emergency repairs or whenever an hour just won't be enough. It's a bit more solid, not as elastic as the usual mixture, but I imagine it might come in handy from time to time." he explained, flipping open the lid on the box, revealing three different coloured canisters of webbing.
"And the red ones?" Natalia inquired.
"Highly flammable. It's a weapon." Peter sighed. He rather obviously didn't like this part of his job, but did his duty none the less. "Set the setting to extra sticky, and it'll combust on it's own after a few seconds exposure to air. The wide setting increases the time to about five minutes. When you use the line setting, you'll have to manually set it on fire." Peter explained. "I imagine it might be useful for distractions and traps, and also in a pinch, as a flame-thrower."
Natalia swallowed and nodded. She had never been all that fond of fire as a weapon herself, the damages it caused were rather gruesome. But the psychological effects on enemies that saw it used against them, were indisputable. Fire was a truly horrifying weapon. One which she had used in the past, and probably would again should the need arise.
"Shoot a wad of it and cover it with regular webbing, and you have yourself a bomb or grenade." Peter added. "You'll need to completely surround the flammable webbing with regular webbing for greatest effect, but you probably know more about demolitions then I do, so I'll leave the mechanics of that up to you." he continued, a slightly nauseous expression on his face.
"Cheer up, kid. You'll get used to it." Natalia told him.
"That's supposed to cheer me up?" Peter inquired, then shook his head. "That's the hardest part about this job. Knowing that what I create most likely will be used to kill with, or at least assist in killing, sooner or later." he confessed. "Getting used to killing, getting used to murder, that's not something that I want to strive for."
"I've been at this for a while now, kid. Trust me, sometimes it's unavoidable." Natalia revealed, deciding not to mention that it was sometimes a heck of a lot better then the alternatives. "SHIELD has some very good shrinks for you to talk with about things that bother you." she added.
"I know." Peter admitted with a sheepish expression. "After the compulsory physical education and learning how to shoot a gun, Fury took one look at my face then signed me up for two compulsory sessions a week."
"You're a good kid, Parker. Innocent, but good." Natalia informed him.
"Thanks, Widow." he responded.
"Natalia Romanova. Or you can call me Natasha, if you prefer that." she offered.
"Thanks, Miss Romanova." he amended.
"I guess miss Romanova will do for now, Parker." she snorted. The kid was way too polite for his own good. "Now, tell me more about these marvellous little features you've implemented." she implored, slinging one arm around his shoulders and hugging him close.
"I'm home." Peter called out as he entered the house, being greeted by the delightful smell of freshly baked cookies.
"Hi, Peter." Aunt May called from the kitchen.
"How was work?" Uncle Ben added from the den, the TV giving off some background noise.
"Oh, same old, same old." Peter replied. They knew what he worked for, they both had to sign a special release form before he could start since he was too young, but he couldn't really tell them what he did for SHIELD. More of that top-secret need-to-know nonsense that he always got shoved down his throat.
Not that they would understand most of what he did even if he told them, but it would have been nice to at least have that option. On days like this, when he'd have to actually explain a weapon that he had helped build to someone who was likely to use it, the need to talk with someone became almost overwhelming. Luckily, he had another session with Doctor Eriksen scheduled for tomorrow. The good doctor would have to do.
"Have you done your homework?" Aunt May asked.
"Yes, Auntie May." Peter replied, heading into the den where he flopped down into the sofa, joining Uncle Ben in front of the TV. "How's it hanging, Uncle B?" Peter asked as he prepared himself to enjoy a calm and relaxing evening at home, away from the stress of school and work.
The End! ( For now... )
Peter Parker working for SHIELD? What the heck is wrong with you, you ask?
The short answer is, a lot. :)
The slightly longer one is that the notion just popped into my head and had to be written down. I liked the way Fury tracked down Peter in Ultimate Spiderman, revealing that they knew that he was Spiderman and that when he turned eighteen, he was *theirs*.
Thus the notion of Spiderman working for SHIELD was lodged itself in my brain and from that, another notion occurred to me. What if Peter Parker was working for SHIELD, before he even became Spiderman? What would happen then? What would happen when he finally gets his powers? How will he cope with school, a part-time job and a side-line as webslinging crimefighter?
I see plenty of fodder for amusing twists'n turns in this situation and thus was born, The SHIELDtacular Spiderman.