AN: Hey folks! First off, I want to aplogize for the long updates as far as my two other stories go, I literally have had no time to work on them lately, but now I do, so expect them to be updated real soon! Alright, now this story was thought of between me and one of my friends on a whim, and I decided that it was too good to not be written, so I decided to go ahead and do it! Now I know the category does list Spider-Man, but believe me, this is just as much a Spider-Man story as it is a Power Rangers story. Oh the beauty of crossing universes over with each other. Well, I hope you all enjoy it, and remember, I don't own any of the characters or places, or anything that you've seen/read/heard of before in this story. It all belongs to Marvel and Disney. The first part of the story is Peter Parker's POV on everything, in case you get confused. The bit where Felicia and Peter go at it is taken from a graphic novel, "The Evil That Men Do." It just seemed to fit, so don't hate! Enjoy the ride!
I've never realized how good looking New York looks from up here, on top of the Daily Bugle. The lights, the sky, the way the moon shines on the water, the constantly busy streets...and whatever thoughts I had about New York are gone, out the window, as I hear screaming below me. So I sigh. It never stops here in the city that never sleeps. As I leap down to see what could possibly be causing the disturbance, my mind begins to wander back home, to what MJ could possibly be doing right now. Probably sitting in bed, watching the news, worrying herself sick about me, like she always does. Usually, I'd tell her that I have everything under control, but this time, I can't blame her if she is worrying about me. The past few months have been pure hell for little ol' me.
It all started back in April. I was swinging through downtown on my way to meet MJ for lunch at our favorite restaurant when, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone running through the streets. At first, I tried to ignore it, thinking it was nothing, hoping the cops could take care of it, but then my spider sense went haywire, and soon after that, a large explosion was heard, followed by many cries for help. Turns out that Shocker escaped from jail and was tearing the streets apart again, like only that shock jock could. Imagine how happy MJ was when I stood her up to tango with Shocker. So over the next few days, the two of us would fight and fight until I finally managed to get him to basically make a building collapse on him. He survived, thankfully due to that suit of his, and then he was hauled off to jail once more, where he's been ever since. You'd think it'd be over, right? Incorrect, buster! It only just began.
Soon came Doc Ock, oh boy, that was as fun as recieving two root canals. Then after ol' Ock was Rhino...then Electro....then Vulture...then Mysterio....Chameleon...Hydro Man...you get the point I'm trying to make, right? Good. I hope so. But the strange thing about that entire thing was...well, for one, I thought that I was always being followed. By Venom. Like, I know he escaped the psychiatric ward and is on the loose, but nobody's heard from him and he hasn't done anything that I know about...but I just can't shake the feeling that he's watching me every where I go, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Ahh, here we go. Standard theft. Shouldn't take me any longer than ten minutes.
"Heya buddy, where do ya think you'd be going with all that jewlery?", I ask in a smarmy, sarcastic tone, as the burglar looks like he's just collectively pee'd his pants at the sight of me. So he turns in the other direction and runs. Oh, why do they always have to run...
The other thing is, much like I feel that Venom is constantly watching my every move...I feel like I'm being haunted by the memory of...of....
Felicia.
I haven't seen or heard from her in ages. The last time I saw her was months and months ago, right before the chaos started. She had just helped me lock up an underground gang that was planning to go on a killing spree that would have ended with the Mayor. I remember standing on top of a tall building that had a view of everything. She looked so damn beautiful...
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"How are you enjoying the view? Better view than having one of those losers boots being driven near your face, huh?"
Peter looked to his sometimes partner and former lover, her long, platinum blonde hair flowing in the wind as she had her back turned to him, arms crossed underneath her breasts as the moon shined off of her black leather suit. Peter, through his mask, instantly regretted even asking, seeing as the two of them were on shaky terms as it was. Peter then curtly nodded his head, cursing himself for even asking as he turned to swing away.
"Well, um...I can see that you don't want to be bothered right now, so uh, I'll just thank you for your help with defeating those thugs and I'll be on my merry way. Thanks again."
Peter took one last, long look at the back of her head, shook his head, and unfurled a webline, and prepared himself to swing away when suddenly...
"Stop."
Peter stopped, just like her voice had directed him to. Underneath the mask, his eyes squinted to see what exactly was going on, tilting his head to the side. The woman slowly turned around, her arms still crossed underneath her breasts, before dropping them to the side, taking one of her white-gloved hands and running it through her hair. Her green eyes were like daggers, ripping through his flesh and going straight for his heart. Her lips were pursed shut until she let out a sigh. Things weren't any easier for Felicia Hardy, aka The Black Cat. In fact, they were just as difficult for her. She wouldn't have to tell the news just yet...but having it sit there in the pit of her stomach just made her feel queasy. Nevertheless, she carried onward. Spider needed a piece of her mind.
"What is it, Felicia? Why did you tell me to stop? Heck, why did you even help me out down there? What's going on?"
"What is this, 20 Questions?"
Peter rolled his eyes; typical Felicia. Though right now, even though he wouldn't admit it, that's exactly what he was looking for.
"Well what do you want from me, Leesh? We've already been through the struggles, the trials and tribulations, I mean, what more could you possibly want from me? Can't you understand that I'm happy with MJ? Can't you--"
"Spider, before I gag, please, shut up....and stop whining. You think that it's all about you? You think that the problems that we've had in the past and present are all my fault, that you're the victim of everything? What about me, Spider? You think I'm happy with how everything has gone? Do you?"
"Felicia..."
"No, Spider, it's my turn to talk. Truth of the matter is, I'm not happy with how everything went. I wanted everything to work between you and me, and if you had given me more time, I would have come around and realized that I didn't love just Spider-Man, that I loved Peter Parker too...but all it is with you is how I'm the bad person, waah waah waah. Get over yourself, Peter."
"Leesh..."
"No! I'm not nearly finished yet! Here's one other thing that I don't get about you...would it be so hard for you to just say thank you? Would it kill you to be appreciative of what I've done for you and all the times I've helped you? Like for example, hey, thanks for that one time when you surely saved my ass from getting killed by Smythe's Spider Slayers. Or, hey Felicia, that was really, really sweet of you to go through that surgery and get those bad luck powers so that we could team up together and you could watch my back in the field. Or even right now, look Leesh, thanks a bunch for kicking that gun out of that guy's hand, you saved me from getting a bullet in the back of my head that my Spider Sense wouldn't of ever been able to detect! And then you turn around and complain about stuff that we can't do anything to change. All I ever get is the sob story and that I loved the amazing Spider-Man, not little ol' Peter Parker. Boo friggin hoo! God, you just make me...I just...oooh, man, you can really tick me off sometimes!"
Peter looked Felicia with amused eyes through his mask. He wasn't surprised with the ferocity of her rant there, nor was he surprised that she layed it on fairly thick. He was surprised at how she had managed to sound pissed but not mean to be harmful in any way. He smiled underneath, slowly shaking his head in approval of what she had said. He wanted her to say those things. It gave him the perfect comeback for this type of situation. So he rolled his neck and cleared his throat.
This would win her over.
"Hey. Felicia. You sure saved my ass from geeting killed that one time by Smythe's Spider Slayers. And y'know, it was really, really sweet of you to go through that surgery to get those bad luck powers so that we could team up together and you could watch my back in the field. And the way you kicked that gun out of that guy's head so that a bullet didn't go into the back of my head, the one my Spider Sense would never been able to detect? Man--you rock."
A small, subtle grin crept across Felicia's lips as she looked at Peter out of the corner of her eye. "Ooh, he's a good one", she thought to herself as she saw him inch closer and closer to where she was standing. She turned her head, so that he couldn't see her smiling. Peter always had a way with words around her, and he had just gotten his way once more. She took a quick glance over her shoulder, but turned away just as quickly as she had looked; he was right behind her, and even though the mask did a good job of hiding it, she knew, she just knew that he had a big shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. She felt his gloved hand touch her shoulder, and it sent shivers up and down her spine, and his touch warmed her heart.
It felt good to have him touch her like that again.
"Shut up, Parker."
"Listen Felicia, I'm sorry I came down on you that hard. The past few weeks have been rougher than usual. MJ's on edge with this whole deal. I'm sorry. My bad. Friends?"
Felicia turned around to face Peter, looking at him with a serious expression. His hand was extended towards her, like he was asking for a handshake. Instead, she decided to do him one better, and leaped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and head, while his own hands slowly, comfortably slipped around her waist. Now she had him right where she wanted him. She even contemplated sliding his mask up above his lips and just kissing him like old times; to hell with the fact that he was a happy, married man. It wasn't like Mary Plain was going to find out she put a move on her wittle Petey Parker. But she knew that would have to come if the time was right, if and only if. Smiling as she rubbed the back of his masked head, she breathed heavily as his grip around her waist got tighter, her boobs pressing against his chest as she knew he was struggling to resist the urge to just ravage her right then and there.
It felt good to see Peter Parker melt like putty right in her hands again.
"I really hate you sometimes, you know that?"
"And I'm thoroughly disgusted and appalled with you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Welcome back, Party Hardy."
As soon as Peter spoke those words, she frowned and released the grasp she had on the back of his head, breaking out of his grip and walking towards the ledge of the building, her back turned as she began rubbing her right arm. She was hating the fact that she'd have to tell him this just when they had patched things up again. Peter tilted his head to the side, wondering why she just broke off like that, so coldly. He walked to her and reached out to touch her shoulder, but she turned around and smacked it away. He wasn't expecting that. A lone tear could be seen streaking down Felicia's face, her lower lip beginning to quiver as Peter rubbed the hand she had smacked away. Throwing herself back into his arms, she felt at ease with everything, but that still didn't make the news she had to tell him any better on herself. As she melted into his chest, his arms now comfortably wrapped around her waist, she decided that now would be the time to drop this bomb of hers.
"What's the matter, Felicia? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?", he asked in-between her sobs, his masked chin now resting on the crown of her head, letting her cry as he tried to comfort her the best he could.
"It's just...oh Peter, I hate to do this to you, I really do....", she began before trailing off, burying her head deeper into his chest, the tears freely flowing now as she gripped his suit and held onto it tightly as he began to rub her back and console her.
"I'm going away...I leave tomorrow afternoon for California. And then after that, I'm taking a flight to Hawaii. I'm going away on....personal business. I don't know when I'll be back..."
Peter backed away, releasing his hold, hand on the back of his head rubbing his mask. Did she just say what he think she had just said? There was no way she had uttered the words, "I leave for California...I don't know when I'll be back." Why the hell was this always happening to him? Just when someone had re-entered his life after being out of it for so damn long, they disappeared just as quickly as they had reappeared. It had happened between him and Felicia before, not to mention Betty Brant, Liz Allan, and many other women. Hell, Mary Jane herself had done it numerous times before she had finally learned to come to grips with the fact that her husband was your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And don't even....bring up, so to speak....Gwen Stacy. For as many times as Peter had said he had convinced himself that she was in a better place and moved on from Gwen's horrifying and deeply saddening, depressing and unfortunate death when she got caught in the crossfire of the never-ending war between Peter and the Green Goblin...he still felt vacant inside whenever she was brought up. He held himself responsible for her death. He had loved her madly, and he had missed her terribly. He wished she was still alive, and he wished he could of been there for the day that him and Mary Jane had gotten married; the two of them had gotten along like sisters when she was alive, and she was the first real, true love for Mr. Parker. Losing her the way he did nearly drove him to the brink of insanity, and the fact that some of his enemies had used her death as a punchline to a sick joke, danced on her grave, just made the wound seem even more open and fresh, and caused him to deal with the grief and the regret once more.
Now Felicia was leaving him on ''personal business'', right after he had just gotten her back as a partner and friend. What did he do to deserve this? What super hero god did he piss off to get such bad like like the bad luck he had been dealt his entire time wearing the costume? It was one thing after another it seemed, and as Peter Parker, the amazing Spider-Man, came back down to earth, he was beginning to realize that he was going to be alone once more as far as his alter ego's life went. Captain America was overseas fighting terrorists in Iran. Ironman and War Machine were busy with their constant struggle against Iron Monger. Nobody knew where Hulk or Thor were. Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm and the rest of the X-Men were holed up at Xavier's Academy, devising a game plan to stop Magneto's reign of terror. And the Fantastic Four, Iceman and Fire Star were currently in Canada searching for clues on the Silver Surfer's last supposed appearance, just north of Calgary. Peter shook his head. He said the only thing that came to mind at that moment.
"What?"
"I said, Spider, that I'm going to be leaving tomorrow for California, en route to Hawaii on personal matters, business that I need to take care of. I do not know when I will be back here in New York. It may be a day, it may be a week, a month, hell Spider, it may be a whole year. The only thing I know for sure is that it'll be a while before you see me prancing around in my suit, saving your butt again."
"You can't be serious, Felicia....you just came back, in a sense, into my life. And now you're gone just as fast as you came? What gives?"
"Please Peter, don't make this any harder on me than it already is, alright?"
"I'm not trying to make anything harder on you or on myself here, Leesh, I'm just trying to figure out why the hell you'd appear out of nowhere like you did tonight, help me wrack up those goons and get them carted off to jail, make nice with me, and then tell me you that you're leaving for Hawaii."
"I said that it was personal business. That's all you need to know."
"Why did you help me tonight?"
"Tonight was the night I was going to find you and tell you. I had been searching all over the city looking for you, and I even contemplated going to your home and knocking down your door to let you know. I just happened to luck out when I swung by over the alleyway down there. I saw how many there were and I took the appropriate action to make sure that you weren't killed or taken advantage of."
"That doesn't..."
"I didn't expect on making up with you tonight, so that's what's made this so hard for me, Peter. I had expected to just tell you that I wasn't going to be around, leave, and then go do what I need to do. This was all very unexpected. I hope you understand."
To be honest, Peter didn't understand. He wanted Felicia to trust him. He wanted her to confide in him like she had over the years. He wanted to be there for her as much as humanly possible. And now she was just up and leaving for god knows how long. Why couldn't she tell him why she was going? Why couldn't she put that trust back in him?
"I don't really understand, Leesh, but I'm going to try my best to accept the fact that...well, you won't be around these parts for quite some time. I just want you to know that whatever it is you're going to be doing in California and Hawaii, you have my full support. I wish you nothing but the best. I'm glad we were able to clear things up and get back on the same page. I'll miss you, Felicia."
"And I will miss you too, Peter."
"Good to know. Try and keep in touch, if you can. Well...I best get going. MJ's probably wanting to kill me for being away so long without contacting her, so--"
Before Peter could even finish his sentence, Felicia was up on him, rolling the lower part of his mask up so that his mouth was exposed, and then thrust herself forward, passionatly kissing him as her tongue began to dance around inside his mouth, his tongue doing the same inside hers. Time stood still for the two former star crossed super heroes as they relived one of the finer moments of their time spent together, drinking from each other as continued that deep, slightly fierce, but entirely romantic liplock. After an eternity of kissing each other, the two of them broke off and stared at each other; Felicia was blushing wildly and had a little grin on her face, while Peter was amazed that the two of them still had that spark of theirs, in awe of what just happened. Felicia then stepped forward and gave him a big, tight hug before turning away and heading towards the ledge, preparing herself to begin her travel back home. She turned her head to face Peter, who was still standing in shock, and another lone tear began to roll down her cheek. This was it.
"Good bye, Peter. I love you."
Felicia had said those three words to a few men in her time, but whenever she said it to Peter, she meant every last bit of it. Married man or not, she still harbored stong feelings for him and would give up everything if it meant that she could be with Peter forever. Her eyes began to well up a bit more, with Peter saying nothing, his jaw shut, his eyes surely wide behind the mask. Felicia took this as her que to leave, slightly nodding her head as she wiped away a few tears, before rapelling off and swinging back across town to her apartment in SoHo. Peter watched her swing away, before her black suit was lost in the dark of night, his hands on his hips now dropped to his sides as he let out a deep, emphatic sigh, rolling his mask back down over his mouth, before turning in his own direction to head home. He contemplated going after her for a moment, before giving that thought up as he unleashed a webline and began to web from building to building. After a few seconds, he stopped himself as he stuck to a wall, his eyes back in the direction of where Felicia was going. He thought of all the good times he had spent with her, and all the bad times. He regretted none of them. So it wasn't entirely hard for him to regret saying what he said to himself next as he resumed his swinging across the city.
"I love you too, Felicia...."
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That was months ago. I haven't heard from her since. I've sent letter after letter, I called the hotel in California she was staying at, and I've even sent her the rare e-mail (honestly, do I look like the kind of person who would know how to properly use a computer?), but I continue to get no return letter or e-mail, and no phone calls either. It makes me worry about her, but as she said, it was personal business, so I'm going to leave it at that and hope for the best as far as she goes. It'd of been nice to have her around the past few months, fighting all of those damn loons. But it is what it is, and I can't change the fact that Felicia isn't here anymore. Where ever she is right now though, I really do hope that she's taking care of herself and is well.
So, going back to the task at hand. Standard theft. Turns out it was a jewlrey store. Nothing big. As I cling to the wall, I look at the work I've done, and I can't help but admire it. It's rather simple, but stilll a giant web cocoon is a giant web cocoon, and unless you're someone like Doc Ock or Venom, you're not breaking out of it. The guy tries to threaten me, though with all the webbing covering his mouth, I'm surprised sound can come out, let alone form a coherent thought of actually wanting to try and kill me.
Leaping forward, I notice the bag of jewels in his clenched fist, so I take them and then go on my merry way, right as the cops show up. Two seconds later and the jewels that were once stolen are now back in their rightful place with their rightful owners. Wow, tonight was a slow night, even by New York standards. My spider sense hasn't been bugging me for a while, and the streets and rooftops seem relatively quiet. Does this mean...does this mean I can go home early? I can see MJ sooner than expected! Woo hoo! This i's gonna be great. But soon though...things go haywire.
I began to swing back home, when suddenly my spider sense went crazy and basically screamed at me to move out of the way of an incoming attack, so I listened to it and I dodged. I had no clue what it was, but the moment a dark cloud appeared and the skies went blacker than usual, I knew something was going wrong at that moment.
"Hello, Spider-Man. We've been waiting for you for an awful long time. We don't take kindly to waiting."
Venom. Oh shit. I KNEW I was being watched by him! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!
You know that whole thing about seeing MJ earlier than expected?
I spoke too soon.
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"Can you quit that? For just one minute guys? I'm trying to get teleportation back online, and I need silence."
"What? We're not doing anything wrong!"
"It's kind of wrong watching someone you consider a sister make out and act all lovey dovey around someone you call your best friend."
"Oh, just leave them alone. They're koo koo for each other, if you didn't already notice. I think it's cute."
"I'll tell you what I think..."
"Why dont'cha tell us what you were thinking when you decided to get braids and abandon the high top fade?"
Five of the six teenagers then burst out into laughter, while the one wearing glasses rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders before getting back to work. He then made a note to himself to close the garage door so that nobody could see what was going on inside of it.
To the normal adult or kid, these six teenagers looked well...normal. Ordinary. Plain. A group of friends who were inseparable and did everything together. You'd think that by taking one look at them, wouldn't you? If you were normal, that is.
Truth of the matter is, these six kids were anything but normal. Billy Cranston, the brainiac of the group. The one who used all sorts of techno babble to describe everything, the smartest kid in all of Angel Grove High. Trini Kwan, the calm and compassionate one, the other intellectual of the group who usually translated Billy's techno talk. Jason Lee Scott, the big-hearted, helpful, outgoing guardian who had his friend's backs no matter what. Zack Taylor, the quick witted, clever jokester who always maintained a positive attitude. Kimberly Hart, the heartbeat of the group who was so loveable, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her if she burned your house down. And Tommy Oliver, the unequivical leader of the group who, while forgetful most times, was good natured at heart and had a kind soul and a passion for martial arts like no other.
To their parents, teachers, Ernie and other friends, they were just six normal teenagers.
But in reality, they were secretly the superhuman fighting force that had been protecting Angel Grove for over a year now.
They were the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Tommy, the leader, the White Ranger. Jason, the former leader, the Red Ranger. Trini, the level headed one, the Yellow Ranger. Billy, the genious, the Blue Ranger. Zack, the boisterous one, the Black Ranger. And Kimberly, the glue of the team, the Pink Ranger. They were bonded together by their mentor, Zordon of Eltar, and his faithful robotic assistant, Alpha 5 of Edenoi. Together, the six of them were the protectors of Angel Grove and the entire Earth.
And now they were goofing off.
"Seriously guys, you need to stop making so much noise!", Billy said with mild annoyance as he hovered over his work bench, toying around with the six communicators that served as their link to Zordon and the Command Center.
"Aw lighten up Billy, we're just having fun. Relax man. It's not like Zedd's gonna spring a monster on us at this very moment", Jason reasoned as he playfully smacked Billy on the back.
"After today, if I ever see another Putty Patroller or monster, it'll be too soon", Kimberly whined as she let Tommy hold her, his arms wrapped comfortably around her waist as she rested her back against his chest.
"After today, I don't think Zedd will try anything funny with us for quite some time", Trini said quietly as she flipped through the channels on the television Billy had set up in his garage, looking for any breaking news updates on their battle today.
"Did I ever tell you guys how much I hate bugs? Yeesh. They give me the creeps, yes they do!", Zack exclaimed as she shuddered and rubbed his shoulders; today they encountered another bug monster and Zack definatly was not pleased.
"Only a million and one times, Zack. You gotta get over that one day, man. It's not healthy", Tommy muttered as he rested his chin on Kimberly's head, nuzzling it while she giggled.
No sooner than Billy had put his screwdriver down after tweaking with his own communicator, the familiar six beep tone that meant they were getting an incoming transmission from Zordon or one of themselves ringed through the air, causing everyone to stop doing what they were doing. Billy grabbed his communicator, strapped it to his wrist, and began to speak.
"Billy here. What's going on Zordon?"
"Ahh yes, very good. Communication is back online, my friends. I apologize for any problems this may have caused."
"What happened anyways, Zordon?"
"Alpha was practicing his dance moves again and caused the short circuiting."
Five heads and ten eyes then slowly turned and focussed on Zack, who had this look on his face that basically said, "Who, me?". He gave them that cheesy smile whenever he knew he was responsible for something, and sure enough, he was responsible for teaching Alpha some basic dance moves. He tried to laugh it off but was quickly shot down.
"Don't even", Trini said sternly, her eyes fixed on Zack's now-worried face, while Jason put a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her.
"Trini, now come on, don't go killing him. That won't solve anything..."
"Thanks man, I--"
"Just beat him around a bit, or maybe leave him in just his boxers, then pin him to the wall with your Power Daggers for a few hours. That'd be better than killing him."
"Whose side are you on, man? Are you nuts? She'll actually do it! Tommy, help me out here, dude!"
Tommy went to go say something but was met with not only a glare from Trini, but from Kimberly as well. He quickly closed his mouth and gave Zack an apologetic smile.
"Sorry man, I'm not getting into this one. You're on your own."
"Billy, my main man--''
"I wish to not be involved in this exorbitant quarrel, I do not wish to designate myself in this roundabout."
"Um...Trini?"
"He doesn't want to pick sides. Good Billy."
"Calm down, Rangers. Alpha is sorry for the inconvienence and hopes that he didn't accidentally alarm any of you. It was a simple mistake. And congratulations on your victory today, Rangers. I am so very proud of you all."
"Thank you, Zordon. We appreciate it."
"Very well then. Take care, Rangers."
"We will, Zordon."
After Billy ended the communication link between him and Zordon, chaos was already unfolding around his garage. Jason was on a bench, using his free hand to hold himself up and prevent himself from falling to the floor, while he used his other hand to cover his stomach, his laughter causing him to nearly double over as he watched Trini chase Zack around the area, crowbar in her hand, while Kimberly began to laugh herself, with Tommy watching on in horror at the mean streak that he was seeing in Trini.
"Come ON, Trini! LAY OFF! I ONLY TAUGHT HIM A FEW MOVES! HOW DID I KNOW HE'D ACTUALLY GO AND PRACTICE THEM?!?", Zack yelled as he narrowly ducked under a basketball getting thrown at his head.
"YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ZORDON!", Trini screamed right back at him.
"Triniiii!", Zack whined as he leaped over a tipped over stool, staying literally just one step ahead of the enraged Yellow Ranger.
"Keep complaining buddy, just keep complaining! Wait till I get my hands on you!", she bellowed as she followed Zack's path, only to be cut off by Jason, who, despite the fact that his face was as red as his suit due to the laughter, managed a tight hold on the pissed off Yellow Ranger, who was flailing her arms wildly and kicking her feet, while Zack was a safe distance away, near the garage door, catching his breath.
Kimberly, by now, was laughing hysterically, head buried in her arms as she laid her head on the counter top behind her, pounding her fist on the table for some added emphasis. Tommy was amazed that she had that kind of ferocity in her, and muttered to himself, "Maybe Zordon should of made her the leader", as he shook his head in disbelief at what he just saw.
Billy, on the other hand, looked around at his garage. It was a total mess thanks to Zack and Trini. He couldn't think of the words to say, because words nearly couldn't describe what he was feeling right now. Tommy put his hand on Billy's shoulder and shook him a bit, but got nothing in the form of a response.
"Billy? You okay man?"
Billy turned his body so that he was facing Tommy. His face was expressionless, only slightly wincing at Trini's thrashings and insults being hurled at Zack. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sighing emphatically as he looked into Tommy's eyes.
"Why me?"
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"Stop trying to run, you spineless, pathetric excuse for a hero! We promise to kill you as painfully as possible! Now hold still!"
Spider-Man had ducked another blow intended for his head, springing away to the top of some wooden crates as Venom, his sadistic, ruthless and barbaric nemesis, removed his large fist from the wall and turned to face Spidey. Spidey calculated that he had exactly 4.3 seconds to figure out how to evade his foe's next attack in search of higher ground. But before anything could be done on his part, Venom was already inches away from his face, freakishly large tongue sticking out, green drool and everything, as his massive body hurtled towards Spidey, crashing into him as they went flying onto the ground.
He was off by one second.
"Eddie, why are you doing this!? What's your motive?!? WHY?!?", Peter Parker yelled underneath the mask as he tangled with Eddie Brock, the man who had been chosen by the alien symbiote that made up his black suit. The two men were now rolling on the dusty pavement, neither of them gaining any distinct advantage as they tussled to try and break apart from each other. Venom went to slash at Spidey's face but he moved his head to the right and, using a lot of his leg strength, monkey flipped Venom over onto his back, but as Spidey kipped up, Venom shot a webline at his feet as he was in mid-air, jerking the line back towards him, which caused Spider-Man to fall face first onto the ground as Venom dragged him towards his clutches. Venom grabbed Spidey by the ankles and held him upside down by them, with Spidey trying to regain his bearings.
"We have no motive other than to end this, infernal wall-crawler. For far too long, we have been watching you, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. But, as our luck would have it, we waited in line as we saw you dispose of some of your more menial, secondary enemies. Like we said earlier, insufferable web head....we do not take kindly to waiting."
The words were making an impact on Peter; he knew he had been stalked by Venom over these months. He knew he could feel his presence every time he did battle with Vulture, Electro, and all the other loons that were now locked up in jail. He could feel Venom taunting him from the shadows, biding his time, waiting to strike when the right time arose. It made his blood boil knowing that all this time, through all these months, Venom was right there and he could of done something about it, but he didn't act on his instincts.
"This is it, Spider Boy. We are ending this tonight. This is our final dance. We will have our last battle right here. And we will be left standing while we devour your carcass."
"You talk...a big game...Eddie..."
"What is that, whelp? Are you daring to mock us?"
"But you can't....back...it up!"
With that, Peter came to life and punched Eddie in both kneecaps, which weakened him a bit as his grip loosened around his ankles. Peter fell onto his head and felt a small crack, but he knew he had to keep going no matter what; if Venom was as serious as he was about this being their ''last battle'', he had to ensure that his greatest foe was brought to justice....no if's, and's or but's about it. He couldn't let Venom run amuck in the city any longer; he was going behind bars for good tonight. Peter felt a hot, searing sensation in his neck; judging by how far he had been held up by his ankles and how he landed directly on his head, he went out on a limb and assumed he had a fractured neck, but he carried on, somersaulting and backflipping away so that he was sticking to a pillar overlooking the spot where he had just been. Venom snarled as he gained his equilibrium back and leapt towards Spidey, who leaped to the left and watched over his shoulder as his enemy's large body went crashing through the pillar and onto the ground. No time for witty wise-cracks; Spidey had to stay on top of his game if this were to end in his favor.
"You bothersome little child, do you not realize who you are in the presence of? We are the king of death!", Venom managed to get out as he stood up and continued his chase of Spider-Man.
"But Elvis died years ago!", Spider-Man shot back as he felt more searing pain go down his neck; so much for the wise cracks.
"You will pay with your life!"
Venom sprang forward and the two met in mid-air, trading and blocking blows left and right, once more, with neither one of them gaining any sort of upper hand as they blocked big blows and backflipped down onto the ground. Behind him, Spidey noticed a rather enormous amount of explosive barrels in front of the generator that kept the warehouse that was the setting for this fight running. For the slightest of moments, Peter thought about what could happen if either of them were to be driven into that; sudden death would surely be the result. As he looked at this sight and thought of ways to avoid it, his spider sense began to scream at him, but it was too late.
Venom was on top of him and ready to go for the final blow that surely would have killed Peter.
Too bad Eddie didn't anticipate Peter's next move.
As he wound up with his big meaty claw for a fist, Peter took a deep breath and brought his legs up so that they were underneath his chin, then shot them upwards, which, in turn, sent Eddie up as well. Peter then brought his legs down, setting Eddie on his feet for a moment, before bringing them back over his head forcefully, which sent his foe hurtling towards the generator and barrels. Thinking quickly, Peter sprang onto his feet and shot a web out at Eddie's ankle before he hit them, and then whipped him back his way into a giant metal carrier, Eddie's back making a sickening thud as it met the outside metal exterior. Peter, sensing this was the time to end the battle, jumped forward to put Eddie's lights out for good.
Too bad Peter didn't see Eddie feign injury and grab him by the throat.
"Did you like our new acting skills? We thought you would", he snarled as his tongue licked Peter's mask, causing the man wearing it to shudder underneath. "We told you that this would be the last battle between us, pathetic spider. Now it's time for the grand finale."
Eddie cocked the arm that had Peter in his grasp back and threw him, but something was off; it felt like Eddie was half-heartedly throwing Peter, like he wasn't trying to kill him. "What the hell is this?", Peter thought to himself as he still had the werewithal to twist his body around and shift his weight as he grabbed Eddie's arm and flung him over his body. Realizing what he had just done and the impending doom that was about to befell Eddie...
"EDDIE! NO!"
Peter shot a webline at his foe, but as he did so, it was parried by one of Eddie's own weblines, which tied his wrists around so that he couldn't shoot any weblines out.
"We meant it when we said this was our last battle! We realize that we cannot continue to live as long as you pump the blood we wish to drink through your weak body, so we have decided that we will sacrifice ourselves and never give you the satisfaction of bringing us to justice! Happy trails, Spider-Man!"
Peter went to go say something, but realizing that if he didn't get out of there as fast as possible, he'd end up like Eddie, he bolted for the nearest exit, which was directly in front of him, but it felt like miles and miles away. Without the ability to swing to the exit, Peter used his other spider-like abilities, running as fast as he could, leaping over barrels and crates, springing off the wall, each time taking a quick moment to look back at Eddie as he flew towards his death bed.
"Come on, just a few more feet!", Peter yelled at himself as he could see the door in plain sight.
Those few feet weren't enough.
The building went up in flames the moment Venom hit the barrels, which in turn knocked into the generator, and a huge electrical fire was the result. The entire warehouse went up in smoke and flames, and it would have made most firefighters blush. Sparks were everywhere, the smoldering heat made it feel like the sauna from hell, and ashes were filtering through the air. Admist the wreckage and hellfire, a lone body could be seen, just mere feet outside of the flames, crawling towards the end of a hill. The body propped itself up on their elbows and watched the flames rage on like there was no tomorrow. Pulling himself to his feet with all of his available strength, Peter Parker could of cared less about his appearance and how he felt physically. All he cared about was Eddie.
"Eddie! EDDIE! Are you in there!? EDDIE! Speak to me, man! SPEAK TO ME!"
Nothing but the sound of crackling, burning wood and metal melting away because of the heat. There was no body visible in the monstrosity. Peter searched and searched, called and screamed for his enemy's name, but he got nothing but ash on his suit and burn marks on his body. After all of this, it came down to tonight. And Peter was suddenly hit with a shocking realization.
Venom was dead.
"After all of that...all we've been through...the battles...teaming up to stop Carnage...nearly destroying each other...he couldn't handle it anymore...because he couldn't rid New York of me...My god...what have I done?"
He then realizes that this isn't his fault, that Venom chose to kill himself because he realized that evil would never triumph over the good. He remembered that no matter what he did, he always fought for what was right, what was just, and what was true. He then remembered what his late Uncle Ben said, his words being the catalyst for Peter becoming Spider-Man all those years ago.
"With great power, comes great responsibility."
And it is right there that Peter takes one last look at the fire before walking away, finding a place to swing, and swings away, back home to his Mary Jane, who is sitting in bed, flipping through the channels, worrying herself sick to see if her husband has made any headlines. She'll be relieved to find him swing into their bedroom, maskless, planting a kiss on her lips before collapsing into bed, falling asleep due to the pain and the shock of the events that took place tonight. He couldn't believe it. Three words kept repeating themselves over and over in his sleep that night.
Venom was dead.
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The chamber was quiet. Cylinders spun slowly around to push the cold air in. The giant marble chair in the middle of the room was empty, sans for a snake slithering on one of the arm rests. A lone figure was seen on the balcony that overlooked the palace and had the view of the planet Earth in plain sight.
"So I'll call you tomorrow and set up times, k Trini?"
"Yeah, that'll be great, Kim. See you around noon?"
"Noon sounds great!"
"Hey, what about us? Us guys gotta have something to do!"
"You boys can have fun with each other, tomorrow is a ladies day out, if you don't mind."
"Oh whatever. You just don't wanna have the Zack-Man around. I get it. It's cool."
"You're lucky you are even standing, buddy."
"Trini, please. Lets not exacerbate the exigency any more than humanly latent, okay?"
"Trini?"
"Let's not make anything worse than humanly possible."
"Ohhhh. I see now."
"I'll call you later?"
"You better, buster. I'm gonna need some sort of distraction from my school work!"
"Alright, will do. I love you, Beautiful."
"Love you too, Handsome."
The man's telescopic vision had been all over these six teenagers all day. What he saw was sickening, enough to make him want to destroy a small planet, it was so disgusting. All the goodness. All the purity. Hatred and suffering was needed. Tapping his metal plated fingers on the balcony's ledge, the glowing red figure turned around and began to scream for his main lackey.
"GOLDAR! GET IN HERE THIS INSTANCE!"
A big, lumbering gold plated beast with massive wings walked into the chamber, tight grip on his sword, his head looking at his feet as he stood before his leader.
"Yes Lord Zedd, how may I be of service to you?"
"Stop groveling like a spineless puke and grow a backbone! I want you to round up as many Putties as possible. I want you to take them down to Angel Grove and have them take the citizens hostage. And then, in exchange for their safety, I want you to demand that the Power Rangers concede defeat to me! Do I make myself perfectly clear, Goldar?"
"Yes master. I will not fail you."
"See to it that you do not. Go now. Do what you are told."
Goldar bowed his head and turned on his heel, walking back to where he came, barking orders for as many Putties to be created as fast as accessible. Lord Zedd then turned to face the Earth again. He was breathing heavy, and his visor was glowing a sickly shade of red. He then slammed his fist down on the ledge as lightning bolts emerged from where he pounded it.
He would not let them suceed this time.
"Mark my words, you pathetic little Power Brats...Angel Grove...will....be....MINE! HAHAHAHAHA!"