Hello. Welcome to my first Spiderman story. As much as I'd like to, I do
not own any of the characters they all belong to marvel. In case you're
wondering, I'm following the movie story line, so this story is going to
take place between movies 1 and 2. Now for all of you kids out there who
aren't aware of Spidey's origin here I go.
**ORIGIN** -- Peter Parker, a brilliant high school nerd, was bitten by an experimental spider, while on a field trip with school. The spider was of a unique breed being that it was scientifically enhanced to contain the unique abilities of different spiders. So all of these powers, super strength, agility, speed, ability to stick to and climb walls, along with spinning webs, were transferred to young parker. Desperate for the attention of his long love Mary Jane Watson, parker attended a wrestling competition where the prize money would be used to buy a car. Peter entered the ring under the alias of "The Amazing Spiderman", he wore a dorky looking shirt and sweatpants, along with a ski mask, not his best work. He wrestled the superstar and beat him under 3 minutes, so the manager only gave him 100 dollars for wrestling. Suffice it to say, Parker was mad, and when the manager was robbed a few minutes later, parker let the robber get away. This was a fatal mistake, because that same robber killed his beloved Uncle Ben. After catching the criminal peter donned a new costume and called him self "Spiderman". He's battled a few villains, a major one being the green goblin also known as Norman Osborn. Goblin was Peter's best friend Harry Osborn's Father. Tragically goblin died in a fight with Spiderman, so Harry Osborn, holds an eternal grudge against Spiderman hoping to one day get revenge. And of course the overall moral peter carries with him through all of this, "With great power, comes great Responsibility."
Spiderman Issue #1: Responsibilities
Few clouds moved across the sky, and several seagulls flew past, landing softly on the concrete. Warm rays poured from the sun to comfort the earth, today was just another ordinary day. Well as ordinary as you could expect in New York City. Several cars pulled out of a nearby grocery store, a small figure ran, leaping over several cars, and an explosion occurred, sending a nearby-parked car flying.
New York's favorite web slinger, Spiderman, leaped on top of another car his agile body moving quickly to the hood of the next. The pattern of his suit was barely visible from the speed he was moving, his two white eyes narrowed as he back flipped, landing lightly onto the hood of another parked car. Another explosion, moving several cars out of the way and a man ran towards Spiderman's direction, his arms outstretched and he released a wave of energy from his fists, knocking several more cars over.
"Get back here Spiderman! I'm going to tear you a new one!" He yelled.
It was Herman Schultz, also known as the shocker. His suit was yellow lined, forming a diamond shaped pattern, and parts of his suit were coated in a dark red color. On his hands were two gloves like weapons; he called these his "vibro-shock units". They released concentrated waves of sound that could topple over any opponent. Right now, these pointed at Spiderman.
"C'mon shocker, your too slow to catch me." Spiderman's voice taunted.
Shocker's eyes narrowed. Spiderman was on the roof of a car, and there was no way shocker could miss him. He was right there. Quickly he squeezed the inner part of his glove, emitting the powerful shock wave and destroying the car in front of him. The cars parts flew through the air and hit the cement of the parking lot with a few small clangs. Spiderman had reappeared, and this time, he was on top of a streetlight.
"What did I tell ya? Your too slow and too stupid." Spiderman said again.
"Fine, if you don't wanna fight, maybe some of these people do!" Shocker screamed back.
More shockwaves left the shockers hands, knocking over several cars and people. Spiderman was immediately in the air. He landed on one of the nearby-parked cars and jumped again, his hand catching the hood and spring boarding him forward. A Blue Ford explorer twirled through the air, the hood of the car now facing two small children. The shadow began to cast on their faces, which were now twisted in horror.
A figure dashed under the car at top speed, snatching the two children up and rolling out of the way. The car slammed onto the pavement with a gut- wrenching thud. Spiderman let out a sigh of relief and released the two children, who were escorted by their mother, away. A light smoke rose from the car, and Spiderman finally climbed to his feet, his two white eyes on his mask narrowing.
"You really don't care that you almost just killed those two kids? Do you?" He said, his voice a little shaky.
"What do you think webs?" Shocker cackled, releasing the wave of sound yet again, the explorer was back into the air and slamming into Spiderman. The car finally stopped moving when it met the front of the store, the glass windows shattering into pieces.
Shocker approached the car, blasting it aside with his vibro-shockers. The glass was shattered, blood dripping down to the ground and all over the side of the car. But Spiderman was nowhere in sight. He stepped through the glass, pieces crunching under his boots and he grinned seeing the terrified customers. A man approached him, rubbing his chin nervously and then softly spoke.
"I'm...I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said.
Shocker only laughed in reply. It was a deep long laughter and when he was finished, his eyes looked at the man, with a death cold stare.
"You must be a new breed of idiot. You saw what I just did to webs! Now you're going to try and get brave on me too?" Shocker snarled.
Quickly shocker landed a punch on the man, knocking him backwards onto the floor. Blood immediately spurted from his nose, and several people began to rush toward the man's aid.
"I need about...300 thousand, right now." Shocker said to one of the nearby cashiers. The boy did as he was instructed, opening his drawer and shocker smiled to himself.
Down an aisle a few feet away, Spiderman lie on the ground, holding his side and gasping in pain. Blood was all over the floor, and Spiderman reached desperately for the roll of paper towels from the display. He slid up the side of his costume, carefully removing a few shards of glass from his side. With the paper towels, he began to apply pressure to his wounds.
"Psst! PSST!" A voice said from a few feet away.
Spiderman looked in the direction and saw an older looking woman. She wore glasses and smiled weakly at him.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"About as okay as anyone can be after being hit with a car." He groaned.
She helped him clean up his side, gradually stopping the bleeding for the moment. She held down some more paper towels on his body using a plastic bag she had on hand. She finished tightening it and smiled at him.
"There you go." She said.
"Thank you very much." Spiderman replied, "Now for shocker."
With his lightening quick reflexes he leaped on top of the display and then jumped again, curving his body to catch the ceiling. He scrambled toward the front entrance of the store but as he crawled past a display, his web line snagged a bottle of Coca Cola.
"Hurry it up!" Shocker screamed, his vibro shockers glowing.
"Yes sir, just a minute!" The boy yelped.
Shocker cackled again but was silenced as Spiderman dropped down onto the conveyer belt of that particular register. His arms were folded and blood coated his hands but regardless he began to talk.
"'Sup Shock?" He joked.
"How in the hell did you-?" He screamed.
"Look, lets let bygones be bygones. I have a present for you" He said, revealing the Coca Cola Bottle.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked frustrated.
A web line caught shockers arm pulling him close to the register. Spiderman leaped around the other side, tying shocker up for the moment. Quickly he reached for the shockers arm, prying open the side.
"Drink up." Spiderman said, pouring coca cola all inside of the vibro shockers.
The vibro shockers began to spark and hiss, and shocker began to panic. Spiderman jumped, grabbing the line number with a web line and swung himself completely around the register and connecting with shocker in the chest. Shocker flew backward, crashing into small vending machines and plowing through a nearby window and into the street. Glass shards coated the grocery market floor and the young cashier looked at Spiderman and then to the window, his jaw dropped open.
"Spidey you kick ass!" He screamed.
"Um.. Thanks." Spiderman said, regretting pulling off that move because now his back and sides were burning.
Nevertheless he leaped out of the window, carefully avoiding the glass shards and spotted a police cruiser pulling into the parking lot. Quickly he webbed up the shocker, so that he could no longer move, and strung him over the grocery store name before taking off into the sky.
The police all surrounded the shocker and laughed seeing him in that predicament and began to lower him to the ground. Spiderman landed on top of one of the poles and reached under it, grabbing his camera, which he webbed to the side.
"Time to get paid." He grinned, spinning another web line and flying off into the distance.
Several moments later..
The printers and employees of the daily bugle were particularly busy today, with several fires in queens, a burglary right next door, and then Spiderman's apprehension of the shocker.
J. Jonah Jameson sat confidently in his chair, reading today's notes while eating his sandwich. Drops of lettuce fell from his mouth and onto his notebook, which he cursed at and whipped them out the window. With that Parker kid bringing him pictures of Spiderman every other day, today looked like another moneymaker.
"Mr. Jameson? Mr. Parker is here with some photographs for you." A Secretary said then politely stepping back.
"Excellent, send the kid on in here." Jameson replied placing his sandwich onto the table.
Peter Parker entered slowly, clutching a medium sized manila envelope under his arm. He wore a button down plaid shirt and looked extremely exhausted. Jameson extended a hand toward him and Peter went for it. Jameson interrupted.
"The pictures Parker?" he said gruffly.
Peter nodded; feeling extremely stupid for having actually thought Jameson could be an actual person, not just a loudmouth. He handed the folder to him and Jameson immediately asked him to leave.
"Have Lisa cut you a check, keep bringing those pictures in kid." Jameson said, and peter was locked out of the office.
The secretary wrote Peter a check and handed it to him and he smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, you know I really like my job here." Peter said.
"I'm sorry?" The secretary, Lisa asked. "I was just saying I really like my job here." Peter replied.
"I don't think that what we have here is a job, I mean your not officially working for the Bugle or anything.." Lisa added.
"Yeah.. I uh.. Thanks." Peter replied slightly aggravated.
On his way out, Jameson's door flung opened and he bellowed. "Parker what the hell kind of game are you trying to pull?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Jameson? I don't know what your talking about.." Peter instantly replied back.
"These pictures are of a Street Light pole! Last time I checked Spiderman was red and blue and he actually MOVED!" He screamed.
He handed the pictures to peter, which he reluctantly looked at. He was right; you could see the surrounding edge of the glass in a streetlight. Peter must have forgotten to turn the camera around before he webbed it to the pole.
"Your through here! I don't want to see your face around here again!" Jameson bellowed.
He snatched the check out of peters hand and tore it to shreds, embarrassing parker in front of the office full of workers.
The walk home was especially cold that night, a few kids ran by laughing and peter sighed heavily. Once again bad luck had struck him down. On top of being fired, his back was seething in pain; he clutched his side and slowly walked home.
On the way home he began to slowly realize that there was nothing he could have done. Those people's lives were more important than the pictures, so he did the right thing. Or so he tried to convince himself. The only thing there was left to do was to find another photographer job, and he needed to start tomorrow.
The Job Hunt is on! Hopefully Young Spidey can come back from this disappointment and get back in the groove of everyday life. As for Harry back home, how long can young parker keep his Spiderman identity a secret from him? Hope you read next chapter (issue)! I thank all of you for reading, please review. --Peachman
**ORIGIN** -- Peter Parker, a brilliant high school nerd, was bitten by an experimental spider, while on a field trip with school. The spider was of a unique breed being that it was scientifically enhanced to contain the unique abilities of different spiders. So all of these powers, super strength, agility, speed, ability to stick to and climb walls, along with spinning webs, were transferred to young parker. Desperate for the attention of his long love Mary Jane Watson, parker attended a wrestling competition where the prize money would be used to buy a car. Peter entered the ring under the alias of "The Amazing Spiderman", he wore a dorky looking shirt and sweatpants, along with a ski mask, not his best work. He wrestled the superstar and beat him under 3 minutes, so the manager only gave him 100 dollars for wrestling. Suffice it to say, Parker was mad, and when the manager was robbed a few minutes later, parker let the robber get away. This was a fatal mistake, because that same robber killed his beloved Uncle Ben. After catching the criminal peter donned a new costume and called him self "Spiderman". He's battled a few villains, a major one being the green goblin also known as Norman Osborn. Goblin was Peter's best friend Harry Osborn's Father. Tragically goblin died in a fight with Spiderman, so Harry Osborn, holds an eternal grudge against Spiderman hoping to one day get revenge. And of course the overall moral peter carries with him through all of this, "With great power, comes great Responsibility."
Spiderman Issue #1: Responsibilities
Few clouds moved across the sky, and several seagulls flew past, landing softly on the concrete. Warm rays poured from the sun to comfort the earth, today was just another ordinary day. Well as ordinary as you could expect in New York City. Several cars pulled out of a nearby grocery store, a small figure ran, leaping over several cars, and an explosion occurred, sending a nearby-parked car flying.
New York's favorite web slinger, Spiderman, leaped on top of another car his agile body moving quickly to the hood of the next. The pattern of his suit was barely visible from the speed he was moving, his two white eyes narrowed as he back flipped, landing lightly onto the hood of another parked car. Another explosion, moving several cars out of the way and a man ran towards Spiderman's direction, his arms outstretched and he released a wave of energy from his fists, knocking several more cars over.
"Get back here Spiderman! I'm going to tear you a new one!" He yelled.
It was Herman Schultz, also known as the shocker. His suit was yellow lined, forming a diamond shaped pattern, and parts of his suit were coated in a dark red color. On his hands were two gloves like weapons; he called these his "vibro-shock units". They released concentrated waves of sound that could topple over any opponent. Right now, these pointed at Spiderman.
"C'mon shocker, your too slow to catch me." Spiderman's voice taunted.
Shocker's eyes narrowed. Spiderman was on the roof of a car, and there was no way shocker could miss him. He was right there. Quickly he squeezed the inner part of his glove, emitting the powerful shock wave and destroying the car in front of him. The cars parts flew through the air and hit the cement of the parking lot with a few small clangs. Spiderman had reappeared, and this time, he was on top of a streetlight.
"What did I tell ya? Your too slow and too stupid." Spiderman said again.
"Fine, if you don't wanna fight, maybe some of these people do!" Shocker screamed back.
More shockwaves left the shockers hands, knocking over several cars and people. Spiderman was immediately in the air. He landed on one of the nearby-parked cars and jumped again, his hand catching the hood and spring boarding him forward. A Blue Ford explorer twirled through the air, the hood of the car now facing two small children. The shadow began to cast on their faces, which were now twisted in horror.
A figure dashed under the car at top speed, snatching the two children up and rolling out of the way. The car slammed onto the pavement with a gut- wrenching thud. Spiderman let out a sigh of relief and released the two children, who were escorted by their mother, away. A light smoke rose from the car, and Spiderman finally climbed to his feet, his two white eyes on his mask narrowing.
"You really don't care that you almost just killed those two kids? Do you?" He said, his voice a little shaky.
"What do you think webs?" Shocker cackled, releasing the wave of sound yet again, the explorer was back into the air and slamming into Spiderman. The car finally stopped moving when it met the front of the store, the glass windows shattering into pieces.
Shocker approached the car, blasting it aside with his vibro-shockers. The glass was shattered, blood dripping down to the ground and all over the side of the car. But Spiderman was nowhere in sight. He stepped through the glass, pieces crunching under his boots and he grinned seeing the terrified customers. A man approached him, rubbing his chin nervously and then softly spoke.
"I'm...I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said.
Shocker only laughed in reply. It was a deep long laughter and when he was finished, his eyes looked at the man, with a death cold stare.
"You must be a new breed of idiot. You saw what I just did to webs! Now you're going to try and get brave on me too?" Shocker snarled.
Quickly shocker landed a punch on the man, knocking him backwards onto the floor. Blood immediately spurted from his nose, and several people began to rush toward the man's aid.
"I need about...300 thousand, right now." Shocker said to one of the nearby cashiers. The boy did as he was instructed, opening his drawer and shocker smiled to himself.
Down an aisle a few feet away, Spiderman lie on the ground, holding his side and gasping in pain. Blood was all over the floor, and Spiderman reached desperately for the roll of paper towels from the display. He slid up the side of his costume, carefully removing a few shards of glass from his side. With the paper towels, he began to apply pressure to his wounds.
"Psst! PSST!" A voice said from a few feet away.
Spiderman looked in the direction and saw an older looking woman. She wore glasses and smiled weakly at him.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"About as okay as anyone can be after being hit with a car." He groaned.
She helped him clean up his side, gradually stopping the bleeding for the moment. She held down some more paper towels on his body using a plastic bag she had on hand. She finished tightening it and smiled at him.
"There you go." She said.
"Thank you very much." Spiderman replied, "Now for shocker."
With his lightening quick reflexes he leaped on top of the display and then jumped again, curving his body to catch the ceiling. He scrambled toward the front entrance of the store but as he crawled past a display, his web line snagged a bottle of Coca Cola.
"Hurry it up!" Shocker screamed, his vibro shockers glowing.
"Yes sir, just a minute!" The boy yelped.
Shocker cackled again but was silenced as Spiderman dropped down onto the conveyer belt of that particular register. His arms were folded and blood coated his hands but regardless he began to talk.
"'Sup Shock?" He joked.
"How in the hell did you-?" He screamed.
"Look, lets let bygones be bygones. I have a present for you" He said, revealing the Coca Cola Bottle.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked frustrated.
A web line caught shockers arm pulling him close to the register. Spiderman leaped around the other side, tying shocker up for the moment. Quickly he reached for the shockers arm, prying open the side.
"Drink up." Spiderman said, pouring coca cola all inside of the vibro shockers.
The vibro shockers began to spark and hiss, and shocker began to panic. Spiderman jumped, grabbing the line number with a web line and swung himself completely around the register and connecting with shocker in the chest. Shocker flew backward, crashing into small vending machines and plowing through a nearby window and into the street. Glass shards coated the grocery market floor and the young cashier looked at Spiderman and then to the window, his jaw dropped open.
"Spidey you kick ass!" He screamed.
"Um.. Thanks." Spiderman said, regretting pulling off that move because now his back and sides were burning.
Nevertheless he leaped out of the window, carefully avoiding the glass shards and spotted a police cruiser pulling into the parking lot. Quickly he webbed up the shocker, so that he could no longer move, and strung him over the grocery store name before taking off into the sky.
The police all surrounded the shocker and laughed seeing him in that predicament and began to lower him to the ground. Spiderman landed on top of one of the poles and reached under it, grabbing his camera, which he webbed to the side.
"Time to get paid." He grinned, spinning another web line and flying off into the distance.
Several moments later..
The printers and employees of the daily bugle were particularly busy today, with several fires in queens, a burglary right next door, and then Spiderman's apprehension of the shocker.
J. Jonah Jameson sat confidently in his chair, reading today's notes while eating his sandwich. Drops of lettuce fell from his mouth and onto his notebook, which he cursed at and whipped them out the window. With that Parker kid bringing him pictures of Spiderman every other day, today looked like another moneymaker.
"Mr. Jameson? Mr. Parker is here with some photographs for you." A Secretary said then politely stepping back.
"Excellent, send the kid on in here." Jameson replied placing his sandwich onto the table.
Peter Parker entered slowly, clutching a medium sized manila envelope under his arm. He wore a button down plaid shirt and looked extremely exhausted. Jameson extended a hand toward him and Peter went for it. Jameson interrupted.
"The pictures Parker?" he said gruffly.
Peter nodded; feeling extremely stupid for having actually thought Jameson could be an actual person, not just a loudmouth. He handed the folder to him and Jameson immediately asked him to leave.
"Have Lisa cut you a check, keep bringing those pictures in kid." Jameson said, and peter was locked out of the office.
The secretary wrote Peter a check and handed it to him and he smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, you know I really like my job here." Peter said.
"I'm sorry?" The secretary, Lisa asked. "I was just saying I really like my job here." Peter replied.
"I don't think that what we have here is a job, I mean your not officially working for the Bugle or anything.." Lisa added.
"Yeah.. I uh.. Thanks." Peter replied slightly aggravated.
On his way out, Jameson's door flung opened and he bellowed. "Parker what the hell kind of game are you trying to pull?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Jameson? I don't know what your talking about.." Peter instantly replied back.
"These pictures are of a Street Light pole! Last time I checked Spiderman was red and blue and he actually MOVED!" He screamed.
He handed the pictures to peter, which he reluctantly looked at. He was right; you could see the surrounding edge of the glass in a streetlight. Peter must have forgotten to turn the camera around before he webbed it to the pole.
"Your through here! I don't want to see your face around here again!" Jameson bellowed.
He snatched the check out of peters hand and tore it to shreds, embarrassing parker in front of the office full of workers.
The walk home was especially cold that night, a few kids ran by laughing and peter sighed heavily. Once again bad luck had struck him down. On top of being fired, his back was seething in pain; he clutched his side and slowly walked home.
On the way home he began to slowly realize that there was nothing he could have done. Those people's lives were more important than the pictures, so he did the right thing. Or so he tried to convince himself. The only thing there was left to do was to find another photographer job, and he needed to start tomorrow.
The Job Hunt is on! Hopefully Young Spidey can come back from this disappointment and get back in the groove of everyday life. As for Harry back home, how long can young parker keep his Spiderman identity a secret from him? Hope you read next chapter (issue)! I thank all of you for reading, please review. --Peachman