The All New Ultimate Spider-Man
"The Boy Who Cried Spider,"
"What is a world without Spider-Man?" began a voice. "That was the question on everyone's mind after the death of Peter Parker, commonly known as Spider-Man. The famous hero turned out to be barley 16 years old at the time of his death. He died by the hands of a vicious enemy of his known as the Green Goblin, aka Norman Osborn. These two apparently had history of each other and the Goblin blames the lost of his family on Spider-Man, who he claimed he created. Spider-Man has been seen as a very controversial type of character. Some calling him a menace, the secret government organization known as S.H.E.I.L.D saw the wall crawler as a future threat, and still others some him as a true hero. It is official the this is truly the end of not only Peter Parker, but Spid-,"
"Could you stop watching that?" asked a voice somewhat annoyed. The video was paused for a moment as the person on the laptop turned to the person who spoke.
"What's with you?" the person with the computer responded.
"Besides the fact that everyone hates the title known as Spider-Man all over again," he responded glumly.
"No one hates Spider-Man," he responded sharply.
"Okay, everyone hates the NEW Spider-Man, aka, me," the boy sighed with self pity as he pulled something out of his backpack.
"Dude, no one hates you, it's just everyone thinks your being an insensitive jerk who is bringing serious dishonor to the Spider-Man name,"
"Thanks for clearing that up,"
"So, what are you doing?" the boy asked looking up from his computer to see his friend getting dressed in a black skin tight outfit.
"What does it look like?"
"You're confusing; first you said that everyone hates you, so why bother dressing up,"
"Still gotta break in the costume, and get rid of that bad taste I left in everyone's mouth," the boy getting dressed said while looking at his friend sharply.
"I said I was sorry okay,"
"Yeah, after I got beat up," the boy was almost fully dressed in his skin tight outfit. It is a black spandex outfit that covered him head to toe. On his chest is a red spider web with a spider insignia on his chest, two crimson red stripes on his shoulder, and on the fingers of his costume are red with black stripes going around it. "You know the drill right Ganke?"
"Yeah, I'll cover for you," Ganke responded. "I don't know if I can keep this up forever,"
"You'll figure something out," the boy said as he slipped his mask on.
"Good luck Miles," Ganke said as he watched his friend open the window.
"Ganke, the mask is on,"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Spider-Man," Ganke said the boy's alias with a bit of glee. "I can't believe I'm best friends with Spider-Man!"
Under the mask Miles could only roll his eyes, "I'm out," he said as climbed out the window and sticking to the surface with ease. He closed the window behind him, and then began wall crawling up the side of his school. Today he was pretty exited because supposedly he was supposed to be getting the most essential thing of spidey gear, web shooters. He honestly was still pretty impressed with his leaping abilities, but if he were in a hurry then that just wouldn't cut it. It would certainly make getting from one place to another easier, especially if he's going to be getting into multiple fights. "And I have to reclaim the old spidey's turf,"
He was glad he was able to finally come to a decision on a new costume. He realized the mistake of taking that other spidey outfit, but did take a few things from it though. He must really thank Ganke for the effort of coming up with the material for his new costume and helping him construct it. It was tough, especially with their roommate, Judge, who would randomly pop in. It was easy to lie about the costume in it's early stages, but it got a bit more difficult later on.
Spider-Man blew off all those things now then began his trek towards his meeting place. Over the weeks of preparing his new costume he was stuck with the old one. He stomached it for a little while as he honed his skills in the ways of a spider. The now Black suited Spider-Man was ready to make his real day view. That bout with Kangaroo was merely a warm up, and he thought it was amazing he won the fight at all. With no training before hand, he took down a supposed professional. Blind luck, maybe, but hey he wasn't complaining.
He began going through his spider powers respectfully. He tested his wall crawling, reflexes, and his agility. Spider-Man began performing backhand springs as he performed a backward somersault as he clung to the side of a building with his fingers and feet. He couldn't help but have a wide grin underneath the mask. He had to admit, this part of the job was pretty awesome. Using his ability to control interatomic contraction to a wall, other what he calls them, his stick-em powers. Spider-Man glanced down to the streets below then continued climbing until he made it to the top. He simply pulled himself onto the leg and crouched down into a low squat. He glanced around for a moment, but saw no one.
"She better not have skipped out on me…" he groaned with his arms folded. Suddenly, a buzzing went off. "Spider-Sense…" he muttered as he dived to the side on instinct. He heard the sound of concrete cracking and turned around to see another person in a spider suit. "Geez, hello works just fine,"
"Well I thought I might bring back memories by doing that. At least this time you avoided a headache," the girl said in response. She in honesty wasn't too much older then Miles. This is Spider-Woman, apparently a person closely affiliated with the former Spider-Man. Miles had met her during his very second day of patrol, which he found quite unfair. He would've preferred getting jumped when he was a little more skilled, but thanks to Spider-Woman he got there just a little bit faster. He had been working with her to control his more basic abilities, but of course there were some differences between him and the other Spider-Man. He needed to let experience help him with that. After mastering the basics and proving himself to her, she promised to bestow upon him Web Shooters. She also planned to provide instructions on how to make the cohesive substance, again only if he proved himself up to the task. "I like the costume, not to new, but to old either,"
"Thanks, I thought so too. Now, web shooters please,"
"Alright, here ya go kid. Geez, like a kid getting his new toy," she said handing him two objects that went around the wrist. Holding them he could tell they were super light, so they wouldn't detour him in a fight. Miles began to strap them on hurriedly till Spider-Woman stopped him. "They go under sleeves. Besides that would clash with the costume, I thought you had a better sense of style then that," she said rubbing her head.
Miles had realized his mistake upon remembering the original Spider-Man's web shooters were hidden as well. Sighing, as he realized that he couldn't simply slip off his gloves he began taking off the top half of his costume stretching the neck. Spider-Woman gasped slightly surprised.
"Don't stare okay," he said as he removed the top half with his mask still on and quickly put on his new web shooters. He quickly pulled the rest of his costume on and began readjusting the web shooters. "Great, the holes I made in the wrist are in the perfect place. Alright, how do they work?"
"You have to hit the trigger with just the right amount of force to get it to-,"
"HAHAAAAAA!" her crash course fell on deaf ears as her head turned around to see the young Spider-Man swinging off. He was glad he was finally breaking fully into his alias. He couldn't be the web swinger, without being able to swing on webs. He understood why Spider-Woman was so tough on him about getting his agility up before he was given his web shooters. He needed serious balance and control in order to properly swing. It was only a moment until Spider-Woman caught up to him.
"Having fun?"
"Lots, now I can cover more ground,"
"Just be careful, I'm fresh out of cheat codes for unlimited webbing. You're gonna need to restock, and only way for that is if I give you the recipe,"
"Just a trial run huh," pushing down on his webline with his arms savoring the web line he's on. "Well, that should be enough to take care of those errands,"
"Errands?"
"The world has been without Spider-Man for a little longer then it should've. I gotta reclaim the old Spidery's turf,"
"What?"
"Yeah, on the side I've been watching Peter's old stomping ground, and it's starting to get a little out of control. I gotta reestablish things. These streets aren't going to friendly themselves,"
Spider-Man shot out a webline then swung off towards Queens. He figured he established a presence in Queens first, then start to branch out in his own home town of Brooklyn. If things go according to plan then with his web shooters it shouldn't be much a problem. He was a little thankful that Spider-Woman was with him, not quite comfortable for the training wheels to come off. Spider-Man catapulted himself into the air then slammed down on a rooftop in a low position, a signature Spider-Man pose. He glanced down at the streets, and suddenly his head buzzed. Without waiting for his other spider comrade he leaped off shooting out a webline. He performed a back flip then shot out two web lines from each wrist respectfully then yanked himself forward.
Spider-Man had noticed a man with a strange outfit and even stranger gear. He held his hands up and a powerful sonic blast rocketed out of the gauntlets he has. He seemed quite overjoyed for some reason, so Spidey made it his prerogative to take the wind out of his sails. Spidey went flying through the air with his feet leading as he slammed into the man's back also slamming into the side of a vehicle. He kicked off performing a flip and stuck himself to the side of a building.
"So, mr happy, what's got you in such an uproar?"
The man turned around and his face seemed to fall, "No…no, you can't be…your-,"
"I think you have me confused with someone else," Spider-Man pushed off the building and landed in a low Spider-Man position as he landed nimbly on the hood of a car. "But consider this a brand new relationship. So, who might you be since I will be taking over trouncing duties from here on out,"
The man frowned, "I'm known as the Shocker,"
"Hey…I think I've heard of you…aren't you that one guy that always has that funny looking picture in the paper after Spider-Man beats you silly. I feel it's my duty to continue the cycle,"
"Die!" the man yelled frantically shooting out sonic blast at Spider-Man who leaped above it. Spider-Man shot a webline at Shocker, but it missed his head.
"Aim isn't as good as his,"
"Or is it?" he questioned yanking his arm back. In response a trash can slammed into the back of his head. Shocker stumbled forward, and at that moment Spider-Man moved fast delivering a walloping uppercut into the man's jaw. Before the man flew off Spider-Man yanked him back with a webline then delivered another punch into the man's gut with an extra something with his spider-sting. "A shock from me to you," Shocker fell to the ground in a heap. "Tell your friends about me,"
Without another word Spider-Man shot out another webline then swung off. He was surprised with how easy that was. He guessed Shocker was simply a minor annoyance. He felt good and he was proud he was able to some good, and with less collateral damage. Spidey decided to assess his situation as he clung to a wall casually.
"So this kid is supposed to be the new Spider-Man?" questioned a person above him. Noticing someone question his alias he looked up and was thoroughly surprised to see Johnny Storm, otherwise known as the Human Torch. He seemed to carry a frown with his arms crossed. Spider-Woman stood next to him who simply shrugged when he looked at her.
"Uh, yeah, that's me," Spidey said as he climbed up to stand face to face with the Human Torch, or face to chest. Johnny seemed surprised.
"I guess the Spidey legacy just gets shorter and shorter," he commented.
"He is just a kid, younger then Peter even," Spider-Woman said.
"So, what's the verdict?"
"Well, considering I've fought both Peter and this kid here, I'd say there's a pretty big difference," Spider-Woman said scratching her chin.
"Right here, no need to pretend I'm not," Spidey said looking at both teenagers as they looked at him blankly. "Well I do have other places to patrol, so I guess I'll see ya," Spider-Man swung off without another word. He wasn't too keen on being compared to the original Spider-Man. He knows he wasn't the original, nor will he ever be. He is okay with that, but he was not gonna sit and be compared to him.
He was glad his best friend, Ganke, didn't do that, he seemed to be the only one who didn't. Spider-Man or not, he was who he was. Spider-Man isn't what made him, but it's what he wanted Spider-Man to be. Ganke was right about the world needing a Spider-Man, not The Spider-Man, but a Spider-Man. He wasn't going to be some knock off the original, but bring his own story to the mantle of Spider-Man. Miles found a nice perch away from the other two heroes. Miles pulled his mask up for a moment revealing his face. A young kid, still in middle school with no facial hair, and a young half black and half Latino face. He sighed as allowed his face some air. He admits for someone with a secret identity his mask tended to come off quite often. He wiped away the sweat on his brow and his pulled his mask back down.
"A new face, but it's still the same old Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man," he said diving down below into the streets below, to claim his rights to Queens, Brooklyn, and soon New York City.
Peter Parker may be gone, and may he rest in peace. However, the title that is Spider-Man may not rest. It simply cannot be allowed to rest. No matter where you are weather he be Sensational, Spectacular, or Amazing, there will always be a Spider-Man. Whether it be Peter Parker, or Miles Morales.