A/N:This is my first Spider-man fic. Ya! ^_^ This is also Movie-verse, so everyone will look like the peeps who played everyone in the movie. AKA, MJ will look like Kristen Dunst, Peter/Spider-man will look like Tobey(which I doubt anyone will have a problem with, expiecially me ~__^), etc. There will be some MJ/Peter romance in here sooner or later, and maybe some Jameson/Peter(Spider-man) friendship. Strike that; understanding.There might be some OOCness in here for Jameson at some points, but come on, does anyone like his personality in the first place? I don't. But, I'll still try to keep him in character. Also, thoughts and people on the other side of a phone conversation are italics, speech is this-- "I like eggs" or something like that. I won't actually say that, but you get the point. ~_^ So, enjoy! ^_^
Summary:While fighting a new enemy, Spider-man gets Amnesia! What will happen to the city now if their favourite wall crawler isn't there to defend them with this new villian reeking havok? I suck at summaries, but this is the best I can do without giving too much away. ^_^;
The Amazing Spider-man, AKA Peter Parker, shivered a bit as a strong, cold wind gushed towards him, and hitting his body fully,
which was covered merely by his red and blue spandex suit. It was getting very close to winter, and it was already starting to show;
Jack frost had already covered the once emerald green grass with white frost, and it now looked a lot like sugar with green dye in it.
Peter looked downwards from the building which he was crouched down on, like a back catcher playing baseball, towards the phone booth
at the side of the scarlet bricked wall of the large Queens, New York, office building. He looked around himself, seeing that no one
around, other then some passing cars, since nobody wanted to be out in the bitter cold in the first place.
Peter exhaled from under his scarlet mask, with those haunting white eye pieces staring at nothing in particular(if Peter had seen them right then, he would have realized part of the reason why most people didn't like his alter-ego); it was now or never. Peter had had no contact with MJ what so ever in the past month or two, ever since Norman Osborn's funeral. He hated himself for hurting his love so, but he knew it was for the best.
But...
He also wanted to set things straight with her, to see if she was ok, and to try and rebuild their friendship a bit. And now, after beating up a few robbers after an attempted robbery, he felt that with all of this spare energy pumping through his veins(even though he hadn't even really even broke a sweat), that now was the time he'd have the most courage to even dial the phone number. Biting his lower lip, hoping he wasn't making a mistake about all of this, Peter sprung upwards, and landed with grace in front of the booth. He then stepped into it, closing the glass door behind himself. He checked his watch which was hidden underneath his glove; it was 6:47pm, and it was starting to get a bit dark.
Grabbing some spare change from a small pocket he had recently sewn into his costume, he fingered a quarter, then put it into the money slot with a soft CA-CLINK. He then dialed MJ's phone number, lifted up his mask so that only his mouth was shown, he then waited for MJ to answer as the rhythmic ringing from the other end made butterflies flap around in his wash board stomach..
After about 7 soft rings, the phone on the other end was picked up. "Hello?" the voice answered, clearly female. And Mary Jane's.
"Hi, um, this is Mary Jane, right?" Peter answered, feeling his throat tighten up already at his first sentence. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he thought to himself.
"Yes, who's this?" she replied with a hint of pure curiosity in her voice.
"...Peter." He finally stated, after taking a few moments to try and find his voice.
Silence echoed through their connection. If it wasn't for the fact that Peter could hear her sharp breathing, he would have thought that MJ had died on the spot.
A few more moments passed, and MJ cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Um, Pete, what a...surprise," It saddened Peter to hear the hurt expression in MJ's now soft voice.
He closed his eyes from under his mask, and said with shyness and difficulty, "Listen, MJ, I'm...I'm sorry. About all of this,"
"About all of what?"
"About...you know, at the funeral. And not calling you or anything the past month or two."
"N-no, you don't have to be sorry," she answered, faking a cheerful voice. Peter saw right through it. Then, she continued, "I understand that you don't want to be with me, Pete. That's fine.."
"It's not like that, MJ," he responded without thinking, trying to defend himself.
"Then what is it 'like', Peter?" Peter hesitated for two reasons-
1.The way MJ had said it was hurtful, one full of sadness, and all at once with anger and venom.
2.Because he didn't know how to respond after that.
"It's...complicated," he sighed, "I wish I could tell you, but--"
"--But you really have no reason. You just want to stay away from me, and you feel guilty about this, and the only reason you're calling me is because you want to feel better about yourself, is that it, Parker?" MJ cut off, this time her voice with nothing but venom in it.
Peter froze, a bit hurt. "N-no! MJ," he pleaded.
"Don't. Just, don't," was MJ's only reply. She sounded like she was about to cry. "Just leave me alone. Don't bother calling me again, Parker."
"MJ, I--!" CLICK. Peter slowly brought the phone away from his ear; she had hung up on him. Peter felt completely torn, and for a spilt second, wanted to crawl under a dumpster and wait to rot and die. The one that he loved now hated him, his best friend Harry held a grudge against his alter-ego, and was mad at Peter now for reasons too complicated to remember, his work was to bring in pictures of himself to a newspaper and watch his image get smeared all over the place like graffiti on a wall that nobody but the owner enjoyed, people had died because of him in the past, and he hadn't even talked to his Aunt May for two weeks, because he was too busy running around in his underwear as JJ called it, trying to save people and failing miserably, too.
Great, just great. Peachy even.
With frustration, anger, and sadness, Peter slammed the phone back on the hook. With gritted teeth, Peter tucked his mask over his face fully again, and stepped back into the cold early winter weather. Peter shivered a little bit, but shrugged it off almost instantly, going back into Spider-man mode. He had a city to protect, and he had all of the time in the world to wallow in self pity afterwards. Well, at least until the next time he put on his costume.
Peter crawled up the wall of the office building without much thought, and jumped into a crouch onto the roof top of the building. Peter sighed, as he stood up fully. But, he was quickly afterwards interrupted by the strong tingling sensation at the base of his skull, his spider sense, warning him of danger.
He looked around frantically; what was making his 6th sense warning him of?
He was soon answered by an explosion from underneath him; the building he was standing on top of. He was flung backwards from the force of it, and was clinging to the side of the building next to it by his fingertips. Peter sighed in relief; he had caught it just in time.
The relief was soon replaced by anxiety; what had caused the explosion in the first place? Terrorists? He wouldn't have been surprised, since he had heard about the terrorist attacks in New York about a year ago, and a war was about start between Iraq and America(I think, I don't watch the news that often. ^_^;). But, if it was, wouldn't have been the explosion... bigger? It had only effected the building, but everything else around it was fine.
But his throat tightened a bit as the thought of all of the hurt people inside of the building. Now, was the time to take action and help those people.
He jumped from the building his was clinging to as soon as he saw some people running out of the building and screaming like chickens with their heads cut off; at least some people were ok..
But he knew for sure there were still people in there, dying. He felt guilty of it, too; he was right on the building, and he couldn't help them at all. He had only realized the danger just before the explosion.
Peter gritted his teeth, trying his best to dismiss those thoughts. He then ran into the building, which immediately greeted him with a room full of smoke, making him go into a coughing fit. He tried his best not to breath in the smoke, but found it very hard to. His eyes stung slightly from the smoke, but was mostly protected by the eye pieces of his mask. He couldn't see very well in all of the smoke, but could see bright flashes that belonged to fire, as he fumbled for a source of water. He soon found a water fountain, and drenched his mask in it to help protect him from the smoke.
Breathing slightly clearer now, He raced through the building, shouting out for people. Soon, he found three people in total, and had rescued them and left them to the paramedics just outside the building, and was now going up to the top floor of the building, his last stop before he would get the hell out of there.
"Hello??" he shouted out, a small cough following, anybody here??" He looked around, trying to see through the thick smoke. Suddenly, he felt his spider sense go crazy, and he jumped up without thinking, just in time to dodge a sharp piece of metal, resembling that of a Ninja's(I forget what they're called. ^_^;).
And strangely like the deceased Green Goblin's.
Spider-man's stomach lurched at the thought of that, and landed on his feet. He heard a cackling laughter afterwards, making him feel suddenly ill. He was then reminded of the time the Green Goblin had
lured him into a trap, a burning building. This was just like that.
"Looks like the Spider has fallen captor of a fly for once," the voice cackled, with a Japanese accent. Peter's eyes widened from under his mask as the figure came into view.
The man was wearing a metal suit, like the green goblin, only the metal was all gray and purple. It's chest plate bared the letters 'BF' in bold black, and the arms and chest made him look like a person who worked out a lot, and was all gray. On his metallic gloves, it was all purple and had sharp nails, which looked like a cat's claws. On the wrists of them, it looked a lot like Peter's web shooters, but Peter knew right away by the looks of them, they weren't designed to shoot out webbing. There was a metal purple belt around his waist, and attached to it were many of what looked like the Green Goblin's metal bats and bombs. And his legs, were gray, and boots were purple. His purple mask, only covered the top half of his face, and his eyes were covered what looked like a fly's eyes, only they were shaped more human-like. It completely covered his hair, and ears as well.
"Nice suit there, buddy," Spider-man started coolly.
The man interrupted him, "I'm in no mood for your smart mouth, bug,"
"Well, then tell me this if I can't even be me," Spider-man huffed mockingly, "What do they call you? The robot? Steel boy?"
"No, I'm called Bladefly," he sneered.
"Really? I never would have guessed, you don't look like a fly to me. You got the blade part down, but you better reconsider your name; like Blade 'Bot or something,"
"Enough! I've got you where I want you, and you'll die before you'll ever get the chance to interfere with me and my plans, like you've done to so many people before!" Bladefly cackled once more, making Peter shiver because he sounded so much like the green goblin did. Then, Bladefly pointed his hand towards Spider-man, and to his surprise, out shot a burst of orange and golden flames right towards him. Spider-man barely dodged just in time since he was so stunned to see flames of all things shoot out of his wrists. He hooked onto the crumbling ceiling with his fingers and booted feet, and shouted down towards the villan, "Wow, nice trick there! But strike out what I said about you being called Blade 'Bot; you should be called Flame Boy."
"Ha, ha." Bladefly sneered. He then pointed his flame thrower at Spidey again, and shot some more flames at him. Spider-man shouted out as the nicked him a bit, burning part of his left arm, but jumped out of the way before he could get burned further.
Why didn't my spider sense go off for that? wondered Spider-man as he landed on the ground. He glanced at his arm, seeing that part of it was completely burned off, revealing his upper arm muscle. "Hey, this was my favourite suit, too! It's not like I can just--" He was cut off once more by the feeling of fire burning his skin, this time his legs. He yelped out, jumping out of the way. "Next time, warn me before you go off and do that!" he shouted out, mostly to his spider sense. Maybe the smoke was really getting to him and his spider sense was going on the spritz because of it, he didn't know; he was just aggravated because of the fact it wasn't working!
Bladefly simply shrugged and fired some more flames at Spider-man, seeing that it was able to hit him. But, this time, Spidey was prepared, even without his 6th sense working properly; He flipped backwards before the flames could hit him, and landed on his feet, and at the same time, fired webbing at Bladefly. It covered his eyes pin-pointedly, making him snarl out in frustration, and claw at the webbing to clear his vision.
That was all the time Spidey needed, for he raced up to Bladefly and kicked him square in the chin, sending him flying, and out of a broken and burnt window. Spidey chased him, and jumped onto the next short building, which Bladefly was miraculously able to land on unharmed. Just as Spidey landed, Bladefly was able to rip off the remainder of the webbing attached to his mask. Bladefly gritted his teeth at Spider-man, and growled out, "You'll pay for that, wall-crawler!"
"Sorry, I just used my last quarter on a phone call," shrugged Spidey, "But maybe I can pay you with this!" Spider-man, who was only about two feet away from Bladefly, punched Bladefly square in the face, sending him flying again. He slid to the edge of the roof top, and was supporting himself in an odd angle to make sure he didn't fall off of the roof top. Spidey ran up to Bladefly, and was a few inches away from Bladefly, with his wrist pointed towards the villan. "Now, let's get things under wraps here," he joked. He was about to web him up, when an evil grin crossed Bladefly's face, as he laughed quietly.
Spidey froze. "What's so funny?"
"This." Bladefly then with agility that challenged Spider-man own speed, lifted his own wrist, and flames spurted out of them, hitting Spider-man dead on.
Spider-man's senses suddenly went off just before the flames hit him, as they sparked back to life now that they were out of the burning building. Spidey cried out in pain, as he skin started to burn, and he could feel his suit start to burn to a crisp. Including his mask. He backed up a few steps, feebly trying to shield himself from the flames. While Spidey was screaming in agony, Bladefly jumped up onto the edge of the building, elbowed Spider-man in the gut, making him recoil and stop his screaming in surprise. The pain right then was immense, as he realized for the first time that Bladefly had super strength, and was almost as strong as the Green Goblin. It wouldn't have hurt so much as well, if it wasn't for the fact that right where he elbowed was burned badly. Then, Bladefly kicked him in the gut as well, sending him flying. Before he could hit the edge of the building, which Spidey was balancing with struggle on, Bladefly karate chopped him in the head with great force, nearly knocking out the super hero, but just held on. Bladefly then grabbed onto the remainder of the neck of Spidey's costume, and grinned evilly right in Spidey's face.
"How the mighty have fallen," he smirked, "All it took for the bug to be beaten was a bit of fire. I'm glad I decided to add that bit to my costume in the end.." he trailed off, then started up again, as he held Spidey up in the air, away from the building. Spidey could only watch in helplessly and in horror, since he felt to weak to move, as Bladefly cackled, "Sayanora, kumo,(A/N: Japanese for Goodbye, Spider)" Bladefly then realeased the hero, to fall to what Bladefly hoped was his doom.
As the wind rushed past him, Peter tried to move his arm against the gravity of falling, but found that his arm was too heavy to do so, and was too weak as well. He cursed to himself when he found that he couldn't, and his life flashed
past him; Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Harry, the Green Goblin, the genetically altered spider...MJ...
Peter held back a scream as he neared a dumpster near the edge of an ally, and closed his eyes in irony; looks like he'd be able to crawl under a dumpster to rot and die after all...
Peter's head soon made impact with the corner of the dumpster, and fell limp as he landed beside the dumpster, unconscious, and vulnerable.
~To Be Continued...~
A/N: Before you people go reviewing saying that I made the bad guy unbeatable or something, he's not; he just had the edge where they were fighting. And also before all you rabid Spider-man fangirls/fanboys flame me, too, sorry
about doing all of that to him!! He's my fave character and it was for the stake of building the plot, really! ^_^; Well, now that I'm done explaining some random crap...please review! I like reviews! I'll update quicker if I get reviews!! ^__^