Chapter 1
Otto Octavious awoke...confused.
Yes, confused. He didn't know where he was, how he got there, or why he heard...voices. Not really voices, more like suggestions. Telling him to escape. Telling him to run.
Telling him to kill.
Otto looked around him. He was in a small room. It appeared to be a hospital room. There was what he assumed to be a guard sleeping, albeit noisily, by the door. He looked down and looked at his body. Between his legs appeared to be...a diaper. A dirty one.
Well, that's unfortunate, Otto thought to himself.
Then Otto noticed something else very different. Very. Different. His metal arms, attached to a harness around his waist were by his side. And his harness was still on him. Melted to his body. He could tell by the melted skin around it.
Oh no, Otto thought worried. Oh God, please no. No...
"Nooooooo!" Otto yelled at any god that would answer.
"Huh? Wazgoinon?" the guard who was previously asleep asked. He then saw Otto was awake and looked surprised. "Oh crap!"
The guard talked into the radio on his chest as Otto's arms started to move rapidly around. All Otto kept saying was: No no no.
"Dr. Richards," the guard spoke into his radio. "He's awake!"
As soon as he said that, many other guards ran into Otto's room, along with a man. Well, maybe not a man yet, but soon. The teen's nametag read 'Dr. Richards' and he was probably around seventeen from Otto's perspective. He had short brown and was very skinny.
Brown haired teenager. Why did that seem so familiar to Otto?
"Mr. Octavious," Dr. Richards said obviously trying to keep Otto calm.
"Doctor," Otto said.
"What?" Dr. Richards asked.
"It's Dr. Octavious," he said.
"Right sorry," Dr. Richards soon corrected himself. "Dr. Octavious, you were in an accident. You're in the Baxter Building infirmary right now..."
"The Baxter Building?" Otto asked. "The SHIELD place?"
"That's right Otto," Dr. Richards said. "You were in an accident, so we brought you here."
"The explosion," Otto said.
Otto remembered it now. He was demonstrating how his mechanical arms worked, the ones now fused to his body, and then there was a ripple in the air and then...BOOM!
"How did the explosion occur?" Otto wanted to know.
"We don't know," Dr. Richards said. "We believe it was caused by a dimensional paradox caused by misuse of inappropriate technologies in another universe, but we have no idea of telling which or if it'll happen again. The entire world felt the effects."
Yes, Otto remembered now. He was in Empire State University. At Dr. Curtis Connors' display...
Dr. Connors.
Otto started to move again.
"Dr. Connors," Otto said, anger quickly filling him. "Dr. Curtis Connors did this to me!"
"Otto, that's impossible," Dr. Richards being the voice of reason. "How could Dr. Connors cause an effect to the entire planet?"
"I don't know how he did it, but he did! Now get out of my way or you'll pay!"
The guards in the room started reaching for their guns.
"You're not going anywhere scum...," one of the guards started, before he was hit in the forehead by one of Otto's arms, causing him to fly back and have his head squashed against the wall, killing him instantly.
"Oh my God!" Dr. Richards cried as the other guards shot their guns ar Otto.
Otto didn't know what he was doing. It was like the arms were moving on their own, but he still felt like he was controlling them. Like they were listening to his requests from deep within his self conscience. He had wanted to kill that guard. And when he did...
...he felt powerful.
Again by instinct, Otto used his arms to protect himself from the bullets flying at him, and they bounced off the arms in such a way, that the bullets flew back and hit the guards that fired them, leaving Otto and Dr. Richards as the only living beings in the room. Otto used his bottom two arms (he now realized two of the original six had been blown off in the explosion) to lift himself into the air to walk.
"Dr. Octavious," Dr. Richards said. "You don't have to do this. Just calm down and we..."
He never got to finish as one of Otto's arms rammed itself into Dr. Richards' stomach, sending him back into the wall. Otto smiled as the teen howled in pain and blood came from his abdomen.
"Quiet boy," Otto said.
Otto let the young man slink to the floor as he left him there.
He had business to attend to.
Susan Storm had heard a noise.
A loud one. And a scream.
Now, Susan was not a heroic person by any means, as there was nothing fantastic about her. But she recognized the voice that screamed.
Reed, she thought. Oh God, not Reed.
Susan ran in the direction she heard the scream into the room they had kept Otto Octavious. She had felt sorry for the man, having those arms welded to his body like that.
That all changed when she saw the room.
Dead bodies everywhere. Most of them guards that were supposed to keep Octavious calm. Then next to them, she saw his body. Reed. Susan fell to her knees and cried.
"S -Sue?" Reed coughed out.
"Oh my God!" Sue cried out in happiness. He was alive.
But he was dying.
Sue thought for an idea. Only one came to her mind. They had harnessed cosmic radiation from a very recent government funded space flight. It had showed to have regenerative properties on mice.
Humans were like mice, right?
But if she was going to carry Reed to the radiation room, she would need help.
"Sue? Sue, what's goin' on? We heard a scream," she heard a voice say. Her brother Johnny.
"Susie? Where are you?" Reed's friend, Ben Grimm.
Perfect. Sue could cry.
"In here guys," Sue called to them. "I need your help, hurry!"
Maybe it wasn't too late.
I am so late.
That was the only thing going through Spider-man's mind as he swung by his web lines coming from his webshooters under his suit.
And late he was. He was supposed to have met Gwen ten minutes ago. If she was even there, he needed to hurry and head to The Coffee Bean. There was one problem, though.
The big truck plowing through New York City.
He had no idea what it was carrying, who was driving, or where it was going. He just knew one thing.
He was so in the dog house for this.
Which makes this personal, Spider-man thought. Congratulations, buddy. You just ticked off one...
Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man!
Oh crap, Spider-man thought, returning back to reality. The truck is heading right towards that girl.
Kitty Pryde was done.
D. O. N. E.
She had been shopping for, like, ever to get her baby sister the perfect birthday present. Barbie this, Ken that, it was enough to make someone go crazy. But, she loved her baby sister so...yeah...
She put the bags down at put her hand on her Star Of David necklace. Her great grandfather had hid this through the holocaust. It was a family heirloom, and it was priceless to her family. It represented that even through the most hopeless situations, there still is a way. She just hoped she'd get through this day.
And that's when she saw the truck coming for her.
It had bounded up the sidewalk and was heading straight for her. Kitty knew she was gonna die. She could never describe the feeling of that to anyone who ever asked, but at that moment she knew her life was about to end.
"Heads up!" she heard a voice say.
Then, next thing she saw was a flash of red and blue, and she was out of harms way, but her necklace flew off her and onto the street as the truck passed by. Being put down she looked up to face the person who saved her.
"Oh -oh my God!" she exclaimed. "You're Spider-man!"
"Costume gives it away, right?" the masked man said. "Hey, are you okay? Any injuries, sprains, fractured bones?"
"N -no," she stammered, then realized something was wrong. "I -I lost my necklace!"
Spider-man turned around and looked into the street.
"Spider vision, activate," he said.
"What? You have that?" Kitty asked.
"I sure don't," Spider-man said. "Oh, there it is."
He extended his right arm and pushed his two inner fingers into his palm, causing a long sticky strand to come from his wrist and attach to something in the street. Then, he pulled, and Kitty's necklace landed in his hand.
"Got it."
"Oh my God, thank you." Kitty said.
Spider-man opened up the necklace and reached his hands behind Kitty's neck, putting the necklace on. Kitty could feel her face turning red.
"Star Of David, huh?" Spider-man asked.
"Are you Jewish," Kitty asked.
"Uh, no." Spider-man said. "But I have friends that are Jewish."
"I'm Kitty," she said and internally kicked herself. This guy was a superhero. Why would he care what her name was?
"Hello, Kitty. (Uh, I am officially a five year old girl.)" Spider-man said. "I'm Pe -Spider-man."
Kitty got butterflies in her stomach. The way he talked, it was calm and strong and playful all at the same time. She had a feeling that if she knew who Spider-man really was, they'd be good friends.
Spider-man walked towards the street casually. He turned to Kitty one more time.
"See ya around, Kitty," he said as a police car drove by and he stuck his hand out to attach himself to it. He waved as the car pulled him away.
Kitty smiled to herself. Then frowned. She looked down and saw that her Barbie Steakhouse BBQ was crushed by the truck. She sighed.
Well, she thought. At least I'm alive.
Well, that almost went horribly, Spider-man thought to himself.
He had almost revealed his identity to that girl he saved. Why would he do that? Although, she was cute. And he had always had a thing for brunettes. And natural redheads.
Ugh, what am I thinking? I have a girlfriend. One whom I...
Love? Did he love Gwen? She said she loved him, but he never said it back. Did he love her...or should he really be paying attention to the situation at hand and get out of the world where his biggest problem is girls?
I'm gonna go with option two for three hundred dollars.
Spider-man leaped from the police car he was currently perched on and landed on the back of the truck. He crawled until he reached the driver's door, and facepalmed himself when he saw who was driving.
"Oh my God," he said. "Gargan?"
Macdonald Gargan looked up at the webslinger with sad and angry eyes.
"Oh no," Mac said. "Not you!"
Spider-man had stopped Gargan way too many times. And he'd only been Spider-man a good few weeks. Normally, Mac stuck to small crime. Pick pocketing old ladies, jaywalking, stuff like that. This...this was a little more extreme than that.
"Not me?" Spider-man said in fake sadness. "What do you mean not me? If I didn't know any better Macky, I'd say you didn't like me."
Gargan pulled out a very very large gun and aimed it at Spider-man.
"Maybe this will show you how I feel about you!" Mac said angrily.
Again, Spider-man felt the familiar tingle of his spider-sense banging at the back of his skull. Before, it used to give him a full picture of the danger that was about to hit him. Now, it only gave him a tingle. Well, when life gives you lemons...you spray a web and hit the end of a gun with it to stop the bullet.
"Awww, Mac Daddy Fresh," Spider-man teased lacing his fingers together. "I knew you loved me."
Spider-man sprayed a web that hit the brake pedal.
"So why don't we just hit the brake so we can get re-acquainted?"
Mac looked at Spider-man as the truck stopped.
"What're you...?" Mac started before WHAM! Spider-man hit him directly in the face, knocking him out instantly.
Well, that's done. he thought.
Spider-man pulled Gargan out of the window and webbed him to the truck. He didn't have time to talk to the police. He had a date.
Spider-man sprayed a web and started to swing. Maybe he wouldn't be any more late. Maybe she'll still be there. Yeah, and maybe Soulja Boy will put out a good song. But at least he can try to make it up to her by at least showing up.
Then, he heard the sirens, heading in the opposite direction he was supposed to go, in the manner or what he was starting to refer to it as "Parker Luck."
Maybe I can just skip this one, he thought. I'm sure the world won't end if Spider-man takes one night off.
Then, a face appeared before him. A calm face. A strong face. A loved face. He saw his Uncle Ben appear before him, and the words came back to him.
With Great Power, There Must Also Come Great Responsibility.
He shook his head. He'd make it up to Gwen somehow. He jumped in the opposite direction and fired a web line.
Somehow.
Peter Parker walked into the restaurant. His brown hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and he had a small bruise on his side.
A day in the life of Spider-man.
He looked around the restaurant, hoping to see an ounce of golden hair. He didn't see it. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard an angelic voice call his name.
"Peter?"
Peter turned around and saw her. He saw her golden hair that seemed to reflect the sun better than a mirror, her blue dress that flowed perfectly over her glorious (oh so glorious) curves, he saw her ocean blue eyes that went perfectly with her dress, eyes that he could tell were full of love. True love. And in that moment his knees almost buckled. The fact that she was still there, when he was almost an hour late. The fact that she still looked at him with those loving ocean blue eyes. It was almost too much for him. He wanted to go to her, grab her, and kiss her like she had never been kissed before. He wanted to show everyone in this city that they were together, and that they could suck it for all he cared.
But, instead, he just said, "Yo."
Genius. Who the hell says 'yo' anymore?!
"Yo," she said. "I'm surprised you actually showed up."
Her and Peter sat down at a booth not far from the door.
"I'm surprised you're still here," Peter said.
"Yeah, well, I already ate, and I have no money," Gwen said. "So, they wouldn't let me leave."
"Oh," Peter said, crushed.
"I'm joking, Peter," Gwen said. "Lighten up a bit."
"You're...you're incredible, y'know that?" Peter asked, taking her hands.
"Of course I know that," Gwen said. "Now, are we gonna order or not?"
Peter smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. A quick one. Maybe it wasn't the full out suck it to the world kiss that he envisioned, but seeing the smile on her face, and her red cheeks as he pulled away, it didn't matter.
He wouldn't have had it any other way.
Connors. Connors. Connors. Connors!
Otto slammed his mechanical arm into a wall, breaking right through it with no effort. He wanted to do the same thing to Connors' head. He didn't know how Connors did it, or why Connors did it, but he knew he did it. He just knew. And he would make him pay for that.
Otto looked at the broken glass on the floor of the abandoned warehouse, and saw his almost naked self.
First, he thought. I need to find some clothes...
Okay, first off, thanks to bobilcaluiza for favoriting me. Following is one thing, but it makes me feel really good when someone favorites me. (Although, you have A LOT of favorite authors, but it still means a lot.)
Also, check out Deadpool: New World. The first few chapters are slightly rushed, but they got good reception from Deadpool fans.
Also, thanks to That One Random for reviewing the last Spider-man: New World, and giving a shout out to my Deadpool fic in Broken Boy Soldier. Also, you guys should read Broken Boy Soldier, it's really great to read, and it has a nice Peter/Gwen pairing.
I also recommend The Mark Of Responsibility by MLP Mike. (My fanboy craziness cooled down from when you reviewed my last story. Sorry about that.) Spider-man: Evolution by L-Dog Z. (I think that's his name.) And Spider-man: Evolution by TheMetalGearZero and The Marvelous Spider-man by Cucumba. (And it's sequels.)
That's all for now. Till next time.
(Also, I read Amazing Spider-man #4 and I liked the idea of Silk. So, you never know...maybe there was a girl standing close by the spider tank when the wave hit. Gasp! Spider-man: New World 3?!
-Brad.
