Happy holidays everyone! For those of you who follow me I know this isn't the update you wanted, but I've been busy with school, work, and family stuff for the past few months and have absolutely no idea where I was going with any of my other stories. If I ever remember what I had planned I'll be sure to update them. For now though here's a new story that I've been thinking about for the past few weeks. Inspired by HandAssassinSpider-man's 'Spidey and Scarlet', here's 'A Chaotic and Tantric life for a Spider'.
Read, enjoy, and please leave a nice long Review! Enter stage left!
Fifteen year old Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, strongest defender of New York City, sciencewiz extraordinar… was really tired. Four months ago he had been bitten by some kind of radioactive super spider when his science class visited the famous Oscorp labs and had gotten superpowers as a result. Three months ago his uncle had been shot and killed by a small time robber that Peter had let pass him mere hours before, and less than two hours after his Uncle's life had ended, Peter's new one began. With his still new powers and gifted mind he had tracked the robber down to a portion of New York still recovering from the chitauri attack on the planet in 2012. It had been his first act as the hero/vigilante known as Spider-Man and ever since he had played the role as the city's guardian against crime, be it thugs, murderers, rapists, or even the occasional low level enhanced human or super villain that thought they could make it big. Though seeing as the strongest enhanced humans in the city outside the Avengers were him, some really big bar owner named Cage, and some weird hobo looking guy called Rand that wasn't really saying much (unknown to Peter however was that two of said villains he took down, Bullseye and Sabertooth, we're actually on S.H.E.I.L.D.'s radar as potential threats that could hold their own against some members of the Avengers).
It was because of this position as a street hero, on top of his obligations as a high school student, that lead to Peter's current state. Tired, sore- he had to lift a couple busses and trucks due to a bridge failure- lightly bruised- one of the truckers had run him over thinking he was going to be robbed- and ready to just call it an early day and hit the sack for a few hours before he had to go on patrol when the sun set. 'Maybe I could ask Daredevil to take over for the night.' The web-slinger thought to himself as he trudged up the stairs of the apartment complex he lived in with his aunt. He had met the red leather wearing ninja man a few weeks into his hero carrier, back when the red devil was wearing a black shirt and a headband and he himself was still terrified of using his web shooters as transportation. Anyway, the two had met while taking down a drug and human trafficking ring that was moving through the city and had, along with The Punisher Frank Castle, taken the group down before too big of an impact on the city.
It had been Peter's first time meeting other heroes… well a hero and whatever Punisher was. Peter had actually felt pretty good about the fight, having taken down more than either of the other two men during the conflict. That is until the older heroes had called him out on his fighting style. Castle had noticed he pulled his punches, a lot, and had told him that people like the smugglers didn't deserve mercy, punctuating his statement by shooting one of the thugs he had webbed up in the head. Daredevil on the other hand was more on the concerned side with his criticism. He had told Peter that he was too young to be putting his life on the line, and should stick with his getting into college, but after Peter made it clear he wasn't going to quit the ninja had instead offered him combat training, saying that if he wasn't going to stop he was going to be prepared… Peter hadn't realized his fighting skills sucked so much until their first bi weekly lesson, he had really relied on his powers more than he could really afford if he ever hoped to make it to the big leagues… or make it to age twenty.
That was two months ago and Peter saw a remarkable improvement in both his fighting skills- nearly prodigies- but also in his professional relationship with Daredevil himself and surprisingly Punisher when the man began showing up to train with the two red clad fist fighters. He would never agree with the man's brutal and lethal stance against criminals, but he had come to understand it and was able to work with the ex-Marine if the situation called for it, if reluctantly.
Shaking his head clear of his reminiscing the teen unlocked the door to his and his aunt's apartment. His aunt May wasn't home which was good, she didn't know about his masked activities and the small bruise on his face would have been a pain to explain. Luckily it would be gone in an hour thanks to his healing factor. 'No idea why spider powers would give me minor regeneration capabilities, but it's not like my stats really correspond to normal spiders anyway. Hurray for genetically engineered radioactive mutant super spiders.' He was still trying to figure out why his powers were at the level they were or why some manifested the way they did. His wall crawling was thanks both to small stiff hair like things on his hands and feet- like a spider-and a full body capability to attract electrons like a lizard with its own wall crawling, a spider's extra eyes translated to better eyesight and a danger sense he called his 'spider-sense', exchanging more eyes with stronger eyes and precognition, strength went from longer limbs to denser muscles, fangs and venom translated to… well fangs venom but he could produce both the typical lethal and sedative types along with very good control over when he released it and the fangs were really just retractable canines. He wasn't complaining about the translation don't get him wrong, spiders didn't even have genitals in the traditional human sense for crying out loud, but it was weird.
Before he could continue down his self reflection of his strange biology he was broken from his thoughts by a voice he didn't recognize, "Heck of a shiner there kid."
"Gah!" Peter yelped nearly jumping to the ceiling as he turned to face the intruder in his apartment, barely keeping himself from revealing his powers. 'Why didn't my spider-sense go off?' He internally questioned. It was a danger sense! And the there was someone he didn't know in his apartment! That was dangerous right? That's when he registered just who the intruder was. "Wha-? M-mister Stark?" The teen asked clearly baffled at the appearance of the genius billionaire playboy.
"The one and only." The Iron Avenger smirked as he continued to lounge on the old arm chair in the Parker's living room.
"Wha-what are you doing here?" The teen asked, making no attempt to hide his confusion, or his nervousness.
The older man didn't lose his smirk for a second as he stood up and began to explain, taking out his phone as he did so, "Well, there are two reasons." He told him, "One was to offer you an… internship, at Stark Industries."
Peter's eyes nearly burst out of his skull when he heard that, "Really?" Peter almost yelled in joy.
Stark just continued to smirk, "Yep anyone who can weaponize a biodegradable super adhesive and maintain a personalized dispensary system for it is more than worthy of a proper lab and resources." He said as he opened one of the saved files on his personally made phone.
And just like that Peter's smile was replaced with a look of fear as he quickly began to deny what the older hero was implying, "I-i don't know what you're talking about." He stammered.
Stark quirked a brow at the teen, "Really?" He asked in a tone that clearly said he didn't believe him. "Then, this isn't you?" He asked rhetorically, his phone now projecting a small hologram video of a youtube video made a month previous. A video of him, in his crappy costume catching a car that had been lost its breaks before it could hit the side of a school bus.
Peter paled further.
"Nice catch, three thousand pounds at forty miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills." Stark complemented.
"That's uh, that's all on YouTube though right?" Peter cut in, "That's where you found that? Because that's all fake. It's all done on the computer." He tried in vain to convince the Iron Avenger. "It's like that video. What is it?" He babbled on.
"Funny kid. So you're saying that if I looked in your bag right now, I wouldn't find a red mask and a homemade adhesive delivery system?" Stark asked him.
Peter knew he was beaten. "I- uh." He stammered.
Stark smirked again. "So, you're the Spider...ling. Crime-fighting Spider. You're Spider-Boy?"
'Oh come on, really? First Castle and now my idol?' Peter bemoaned, "I'm Spider-Man." The teen sighed crossing his arms.
"Not in that onesie you're not." Stark snarked.
"It's not a onesie." Peter grumbled.
Stark ignored him, "You know what I find really impressive? That webbing." He complimented, "Tensile strength is off the charts. Who invented it?" He asked.
"I do." Peter told him with a hint of pride.
"And the shooters too I'd imagine. See, that's why I want to give you this job. If you were able to create things like that using your lunch money and scraps imagine what you could do with stuff that isn't literal trash trash!" Stark exclaimed.
Peter blushed, having his skills complemented by the very man who got him interested in science was more than he could have ever hoped for. "Th-thank you mister Stark." He mumbled embarrassed.
Stark smiled broadly, "The other reason I'm here is because of that suit of yours."
Peter looked up confused, "What about it?" he asked.
"It looks terrible." He told the teen bluntly. "And I can't in good conscious allow for a fellow super science bro to wear such an eyesore in public. So your first job as my, and to an extent the Avengers, personal intern is to design a suit that I can stand to look at and help me bring it to life." Stark said boisterously.
Peter blinked. Did the man in front of him- who was dressed in old jeans, a greased stained AC/DC shirt and a suit jacket- just insult his superhero costume? And then offer to make him a new one? "... When do I start?"
Just a set up chapter that I wanted to get posted as a form of Christmas present for you all and to break in my new laptop (old one's screen popped off, lasted three and a half years of highschool, being dragged around the USA and Germany, and a hard memory wipe, sorry to see it go. Its also part of the reason I took so long to post something). Hope its not terrible.
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Wingd Knight out.