Peter was absolutely terrified. He felt his spider senses going off the charts, as a pain in his stomach continued to vibrate sharply. 'What.. what hurts..' the teenage hero thought to himself in a panic as he ripped his mask off, gently putting it into his suits only side pocket without thinking.
"Mr. Stark... I don't feel so good..." the teen hero gasped out in slight panic as he slowly limped to the worried looking man and tripped, leaning on the older hero for support, "I-I don't know what's happening... please." It was quite rare for the billionaire to be seen in such an act, but seeing Star-Lord, and several others disappear into dust and seeing Spider-Man slowly panic, the only thing Tony could do was try to do was reassure Peter.
"You're gonna be okay.." Tony reassuringly said as he gripped onto the younger hero gently. Peter fell back onto the ground, and with a solemn look on his face, stared back at Tony's face and quietly mumbled, "I'm sorry."
The teen could feel an unbridled pain surging throughout his body, but then it quickly ended and he could only feel a marring numbness. He could slowly feel himself dissolve into dust, feeling the usability of his arms and legs fade, as the last thing he saw was his mentor and almost what could account to as father figure looking the most serious he ever saw the billionaire playboy.
'No...' Tony thought to himself quietly as he quickly shook that dust off of himself, and quietly stood up looking at the deserted alien planet. With a clear nod to those who were left with him, Stark had only one thought he could speak out clearly, "Thanos will pay."
Darkness was all that existed. Darkness was all he could see. Pizza. He could smell pizza, but where was it coming from? Eventually, the spider themed teenager could see a bright light shining in front of him, about a football field away.
Peter began to sprint through the shrouded darkness towards the light feeling the usability of his body again, as he found the strange glowing orb in the distance led him straight to a building with a pizza on its board. "Best Pizza? This was in Manhattan I think..." Peter mumbled to himself as he gave a gasp and fell back, an explosion rocking inside of the shop, the building fading away. The glowing light his only guide in the darkness.
Peter shook off the feeling of dread he began to feel, as he continued to jog through the darkness. The teen slightly panicked, hearing the voices of his past burst forward. "Who are you talking to? You know you can't show that video to anyone right?" Came the voice of the man Peter recognized as Happy Hogan, Tony Stark's chauffeur. A smile slightly graced Peters lips, as Happy blew him off a lot but In the end after defeating vulture had told him he was a good kid, he had some good memories with the man.
Peter began to hear himself talk, his voice echoing through the darkness as he remembered this conversation happening not to long ago, "I need you to cause a distraction." He soon heard his best friend Ned shouting out, "Holy shit, there's an alien spaceship, we're all going to die!" The screams of the kids on the bus resounding out as Spider-Man had used that distraction to quickly sneak off the bus, allowing him to help the avengers confront Thanos.
Peters heart began to sink as he heard the voice of his worried aunt, the woman who had raised him his whole life desperately asking if he was alright, "I know you left detention today. I know you left the decathlon. I know you sneak out of this house every night and that is not okay. Peter, what is going on with you? You can tell me! Just you and me. I promise."
Peter's hands began to tense up as he attempted to run faster and faster towards the glowing light. It was an odd spherical orb which quickly began to turn into a large portal that was able to be seen in the darkness. On the other side of the portal, one could see Iron Man, Rocket the raccoon, Captain America, Captain Marvel, and several other heroes who survived Thanos' culling attacking the purple man.
"W-What are you fools doing?! I am a god!" Thanos shouted as he with his whim, pushed back several heroes who tried to get ahold of the mighty gauntlet he wore.
Thanos growled as he took ahold of the weakened Nebula, "My own family... you will endure punishment the likes of which has never been seen before." Thanos calmly dropped Nebula who slowly disappeared into dust, a single tear on his face as the alien really was ridding himself of everything he cared about, obviously for the good of the universe in his mind.
Peter frowned as he didn't stop running, "I can stop this.. I need to get back!" Peter shouted out loudly, but the teen panicked as the portal began to close.
The light began to fade, as the wall crawler was now shrouded in complete darkness. Familiar words were gently spoken to Peter, as the teen tried to fight back tears upon hearing them, "Don't forget Peter, with great power comes great responsibility, never forget that."
The teen fell onto his knees in the darkness, as he began to feel greatly weaker. "What...?" The teen quietly asked to himself, in a state of confusion, as he began to feel himself slipping from reality on the cold dark floor which felt like concrete, as he could not see anything at all anymore.
The teen fell onto his back, as his hazel eyes slowly began to close. The last thing he would remember about this experience was a calm rich, almost ethereal voice speaking to him, "You will save the Universe."
Smoke rose through the brightly lit sky as off in the distance several large trains could be heard giving off their loud horns, as a jet somewhere in the sky gave off a sonic boom.
The city of Gotham was just getting over it's afternoon rush as children began to get off from school, and adults began to leave work for lunch or other leisure's the large city provided. Several police cars raced down the busy streets towards Gotham's Uptown bank, as an officer in the passenger seat of a racing police car with its sirens and lights blaring began to speak into his walkie talkie, "GCPD cars three, five and twelve are headed towards Gotham Uptown union bank."
A dispatcher on the end of the line chirped in, "You're good to proceed car three, five and twelve. Assess the situation carefully, bystanders have said the armed criminals have firearms." The police officer spoke into his walkie to confirm the dispatchers orders, "Roger that HQ, will proceed with caution and will practice extreme prejudice."
The officer driving nodded to his partner who set his walkie down, "Time to get to work, union bank is up ahead." The officer in the passenger side nodded as he radioed the two police cars speeding behind his car, "We are about to pull up by the bank, we will quietly enter the bank together."
The quick police cars flipped off their sirens, and lights as they gracefully stopped in front of the large Gotham bank. Eight police officers showed up in total to scope the banks, as the group slowly walked up the banks large marble steps.
A strong cop kicked the door open as the group rushed in, guns out in defense as the whole bank had scared civilians on the ground at the mercy of over ten gunmen who wore strange black and red body armor, the mercenaries violet and red masks had strange skull designs on their faces.
"Hahaha, look it's the GCPD." A mercenary holding a rocket propelled gun said with a cocky demeanor as he aimed his missile straight at the cops who had just entered into the bank through its entrance.
The mercenary was close to firing as several globs of webbing shot from above the man, smacking the man in his face as he could no longer see. "What the hell?!"
He dropped his RPG as a thin strand of web shot from the large ceiling of the several story central bank, the web hitting the gun, and pulling it up from the ground. Several cops and mercenaries looked up at the ceiling where the web was attached to a chandelier, but no one was visible for the men on the ground to see.
"Is this some sort of police trick?!" A mercenary with a rifle shouted as he aimed his weapon at the police officers and began to fire off several rounds. The officers took cover as the loud bursts caused civilians outside to scream and run in terror.
A half a minute later the man smirked and stopped firing his weapon, "How many of ya survived that?!" As soon as those words left the criminals mouth, a web shot from a darker corner of the room as it hit the man's gun and pulled it away, the mercenary slightly panicking with his weapon stolen, "W-What was that boys."
A mercenary holding a pistol shrugged his shoulders as he guarded several bankers, "I don't know, what the hell is going on here."
The questions of the confused mercenaries and cops about what was going on were quickly answered, as a silent and thin red figure jumped from out of a dark corner in the ceiling, and landed in between the cops and mercenaries.
A shocked elderly woman keeping herself calm and unmoving on the ground looked up at the person who landed before her, taking notice of the persons thin figure, and the red and blue costume design struck her as odd.
But the most interesting detail noticed by everyone, was the black spider symbol proudly displayed on the figures red chest, and the red spider on his blue back.
"Who the hell are you?" A mercenary shouted out as he aimed his machine gun at the thin vigilante. The spider themed hero shrugged his shoulders as he spoke in an inner city Gotham accent, "I'm just ya' friendly neighbahood spidah-man, ya dig?"
A police officer was star struck as he stared at the vigilante confronting the robbers from behind a desk, "Spider-Man? Do you think he's affiliated with Batman?" Another cop shrugged her shoulders as she aimed her gun on the vigilante, "Doesn't matter, makes a move towards us, I'll put him down."
"Get outta here, this is no place for kids dressing up, playing Batman." The machine gun mercenary said as he aimed his barrel straight at Spider-Man.
Peter began to think over those words in his mind, 'Another criminal talking about Batman... he really instills fear in these criminals but he only fights crime at night... this is where I come in, the daylight absolutely welcomes me!'
"Hey, ya hear me?! I said scram!" The larger criminal shouted at the spider themed hero as he threw the butt of his gun at Spider-Man. Peter's spider senses kicked into play, as the teenager narrowly dodged the swipe, as the vigilante quickly shot a glob of webbing into the man's face blinding the eyeholes of his helmet.
Before the mercenary could rip his mask off, Peter went in for a right hook, cracking the criminal in the face with several swings, and a final kick from Spider-Man's foot sent the mercenary onto the floor unconscious.
Peter's spider sense went off like crazy as he saw seven other mercenaries standing in front of him, with some holding guns, and others holding melee weapons like machetes or crowbars. "Well, if this isn't my lucky day." Spider-Man quipped as he sprang into action, slinging webs at the men's firearms first, as he was able to successfully pull the weapons away.
He narrowly dodged the swing of a crowbar at his face, as Peter retaliated with a sling of his web towards the man's crowbar, when the web held the crowbar he pulled back onto his web. Peter began to dodge the swings of a mercenary with a machete, as he grinned inside seeing the mercenary not wanting to lose his crowbar holding onto it tightly and pulling back with all his might.
Peter let go of the web holding the crowbar as the man pulled the heavy bar back into his face, knocking himself out. The machete mercenary went for another slice at the spider, but quickly regretted ever taking this job after receiving a kick to his lower regions by the wall crawler who felt rather sympathetic at the man falling to the ground in pain.
The five remaining mercenaries charged at Spider-Man from all sides, as the vigilante jumped up into the air and shot a net of highly reinforced webbing at his bewildered enemies.
"Electric net!" Spider-Man called as he pushed a button on his web slinger, and the five men began to scream and roar in pain as they were put unconscious by the electric net.
Peter frowned at his handiwork as he sighed and shook his head, "I don't ever want to use the electric net again."
The vigilante began to look at the enemies he had just fought, 'Huh... they have skull designs on their masks.' Peter was brought out of his thinking by the cocking of several guns behind him, as he raised his hands and faced the police officers, cursing to himself as more sirens blared outside.
"Hands up.. Spider-Man was it? You're under arrest!" A Hispanic female cop shouted as Spider-Man gave a visible grunt and spoke in his highly stereotypical accent, "Ya what lady? You knows I just saved ya skins right?! You should be thanking me!"
The officer growled, "You damaged public property, and put everyone's lives in danger!" Spider-Man scoffed, "Your lives were already in danger, peace!"
The vigilante quickly fired his web up towards an open ceiling window as he quickly swung towards the window and shot himself high above the city, barely missing the bullets fired at him by the female cop.
Peter began to swing through the tall skyscrapers of Gotham much like he did in New York, as he gave a loud, "WOOOHOOO!" For the teen, he had been here for over two months, and while it hadn't been an easy time he had to be grateful for the similarities this world had with his own world.
Peter slightly recollected his memories as he remembered finding himself waking up on a Gotham rooftop, 'I still can't believe it's been two months... Aunt May.. Mr. Stark.. MJ..'
The wall-crawler shook himself out of his thoughts as he continued to soar high above the city as he looked for more people to save, knowing he had no one to go home to. Peter quickly found shelter in Gotham's streets, and had found a food bank for homeless like him, and he was grateful for that. Finding a part time job and saving people was all the wall crawler cared about at the moment.
A day had passed since the robbery, and Gotham was abuzz about the reveal of another Vigilante of Gotham. The GCPD were in an absolute uproar, Batman was enough for them, now this wall crawler?
Alfred Pennyworth has seen a lot in his life, from the jungles of Burma to the mountains of Switzerland. But the man never thought he'd see other vigilantes taking after his own wards activities.
"Hello Master Bruce, feeling well this morning?" Alfred asked the man he's looked after since the man was a boy, Bruce Wayne.
The billionaire playboy sat in his bat computer chair wearing a pair of well
made khakis, Brown loafers, and a casual business shirt on.
Bruce nodded as he didn't remove his blue eyes from the bat computer screen and its keyboard, "I'm feeling well today Alfred, how are you doing?"
Alfred nodded to himself as he set a tray of tea and sugar down on a nearby desk by the brooding playboy, "Everything is alright. You have a party you're hosting tonight if you recall."
Bruce looked up at Alfred and nodded with a smile, "Yes! I remember, the fundraiser for Harvey Dent's campaign to become mayor.. heaven knows he deserves it more than anyone."
Alfred nodded as he stood by the young billionaire, watching him work. "That is true. Mr. Dent seems to care completely about the safety and well-being of this city, much like Batman... And much like this Spider-Man fellow I read about in the paper this morning."
Bruce looked up at Alfred curiously, "Spider-Man?" Alfred smiled and took the morning paper from his jackets inner pocket and handed it to Bruce, "Take a look master Bruce, I believe he might have been copying your animal theme."
Bruce's eyes slightly widened, as he read the entire front page. "Spider-Man took out over ten mercenaries and thwarted the criminals from attempting to rob a bank, and trying to kill police in the process. Watch out Batman, there's a new hero in town. Spider-Man."
He looked at the author of the Gotham Gazette article and hummed, "Vicky Vale.. huh." Bruce looked back at his console and entered Spider-Man in the search bar. "Over two thousand results on the new vigilante. He's blowing up all over the internet. There are already fan sites devoted to him after a month of his work, I remember it took me twice as long to get a fanbase." Bruce explained to himself and Alfred as he continued to type at his console.
Alfred stifled a chuckle, "Jealous of this heroes popularity master Bruce?" Bruce chuckled himself but shook his head, "More intrigued.. this can't really be a man, can he? Based on the body structure from these videos and photographs of him, he appears to be at least a young adult."
Alfred agreed, "Yes, it seems the vigilantes are getting younger nowadays. What matters is that he shows compassion to even his worst enemies. He was very merciful with those mercenaries if I should say so myself. That Arrow fellow in Starling city would have preferred to kill them."
Bruce nodded as he rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock on his console. "Huh, eight forty five. Harvey's party will be upstairs in two hours. I better get ready." Alfred began to walk towards the elevator that took the two up to Wayne manor, when an alert hit the bat console.
Bruce pressed a key, and a GCPD transmission popped up. A dispatcher continued to talk to who appeared to the commissioner of Gotham, "Several armed mercenaries at city hall chief, dressed the same as the mercenaries brought down by Spider-Man, Lieutenant Gordon is on his way."
Bruce gave a sigh as he looked at Alfred and nodded. Alfred quietly sighed and smiled to Bruce as the playboy walked to his bat suit display, "If you don't make it back in time, I'll let your guests know you are working late."
The room darkened as Alfred got into the cave elevator and began to travel quickly to the surface. Soon, the whole cave was eerily quiet and completely dark, until the roar of engines tore through the cave and two high beam lights shined at the dark figure of Batman.
The hero quickly jumped into his armored car, as he sped his car quickly out of the cave, and onto the roads towards Gotham.
Batman hit several buttons on his cars console as the bat-mobile began to speed up through the streets quicker. The dark knight touched his ear, as he began to speak in a deeper tone, "Alfred, alert lieutenant Gordon. Let him know I'll be of assistance at City Hall. It's time to go to work."
