CHAPTER ONE: METEORS AND MOTORS
"I'm a patriot. I love my country, plain and simple. A lot of people might not like some of the things I and those under my command have to do to protect this country, but if I let myself worry about that, I'd be in the wrong line of work. Granted, we're not perfect; we make mistakes from time to time – take the incident with Spider-Man, a few months back. My organization and I need to be ready for anything...but I honestly never thought we'd have to worry about this..." – Brg. Gen. Nicholas "Nick" Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Baxter Building, New York City, November 9, 2007
Night had long fallen over New York City, blanketing the bustling metropolis in cool darkness, as its inhabitants settled in for the night.
Most of them, anyway.
In the high-tech Baxter Building, the headquarters of the team of super-humans known as the Fantastic Four, 26-year-old Dr. Reed "Mr. Fantastic" Richards was still hard at work in his lab, his brown eyes strained with mild weariness but still bright with enthusiasm, as his genius mind kept up its mile-a-minute pace. The country's youngest multiple-doctorate graduate couldn't sleep, not when these latest ideas were still fresh in his mind...
"Reed, are you still up?"
Turning, Reed automatically smiled as his beloved fiancee, Dr. Susan "Invisible Woman" Storm, 25, walked into the lab, clad in her uniform, a blue bodysuit with the number 4 emblazoned on the front – the same uniform that Reed was wearing, now...although it looked much better on her slender frame, Reed knew for a fact. "Hey, Sue." Reed greeted.
Sue smiled back, her sapphire eyes shining as she brushed a lock of her golden hair out of her eyes. "How long have you been running these experiments?" she chided.
"Well, let's see..." Reed answered, checking his clock. "I started this afternoon, so...oh, boy."
"Exactly." Sue replied. "You've been stuck in here for close to twelve hours, Reed! If you stay in here, you'll turn into a zombie!" Then, she paused. "Sorry. Bad choice of words." she added, recalling the incident where they had encountered zombie-versions of themselves.
Reed smiled wearily. "Okay, Sue. I suppose I could take a few hours' rest."
Sue smiled. "Thank you." she cooed. "Your experiments will still be here in the morning."
Reed's smile grew as he stood up. No matter how absent-minded he could get, he would never forget how deliriously happy Susan made him. She was just as brilliant as he was, with a calm nature, and a positively delightful sense of humor...to say nothing of how beautiful she was; she was the only woman on the planet who could have just as easily been a supermodel as well as a Harvard grad.
He still didn't know what a somewhat-lanky egghead like him had done to deserve her, but he wasn't complaining.
Smiling, Reed embraced her, leaning down to touch his nose to hers. "I guess a few hours' sleep won't kill me."
Sue giggled. "Silly." she teased. "Who said anything about sleeping?"
Reed swore he could feel his heart stop. 'Mental note: always listen to Susan...'
Suddenly, an alarm started to blare throughout the lab, emanating from a nearby computer console. Reed's mind instantly kicked back on, as he stretched like a piece of taffy towards the console, checking the alarm. His eyes widened in alarm. "Susan...our sensors are reading something re-entering Earth's atmosphere."
Susan's eyes went wide. "What?!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to the console. "Why didn't our sensors pick this up before now?"
"They still can't, Sue; all we're getting are the thermal signatures from this object – it's completely invisible to radar." Reed said. Then, the alarm blared again. "There are more of these things!" Reed exclaimed, as he looked at the computer readouts. "There has to be at least six of them!"
Just then, another screen switched on, showing Brigadier General Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury was a tall, well-built African-American man, in his late thirties, his head bald, and a thin beard around his face, with a black eye-patch over his left eye, his right eye a dark brown, and he was clad in his usual black pants and black jacket. "Richards, what the hell is going on? Our satellites are tracking six unidentified heat signatures in re-entry, and we can't get a radar-lock on any of them!"
"I know, General; we can't lock onto them, either!" Reed exclaimed. "Based on the trajectories of these heat-signatures, most of them are going to touch down in the New York area, except for one of them – that one looks like it's heading for the Middle East...near the SOCCENT air base in Qatar. Regardless, whatever these things are, they don't appear to be large enough to cause any significant damage."
Fury seemed to calm at that revelation...but not much. "I'll send some of the Ultimates to check out the landing near the base." he said. "I want you and your team to assist S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel in analyzing these...things, as well as damage control."
"Understood, General. We'll do what we can." Reed replied. With that, the screen went dark, as General Fury ended the call.
Sue sighed. "Ben and Johnny aren't going to be happy about being woken up."
"Well, Sue, they'll just have to lump it; people need our help." Reed said. Sue nodded, as she hurried off to wake her brother and Ben. Reed started to follow her, but not before sparing one last glance to the computer console.
Whatever these objects were...they appeared to be slowing down...
The streets of New York City were unusually quiet, save for the sounds of the light night-traffic. Not a soul was stirring, tonight; the streets were completely empty...
...making them perfect for street-racing.
Engines roared as a brand new, red Corvette bombed down the road, followed closely by a black Jaguar, their owners' shouts of exhilaration rivaling the sounds of their vehicles. The driver of the Corvette smirked with triumph as he neared the end of the block...
...and then he screamed in horror, as a flaming red light illuminated the streets from above...seconds before something crashed into the road, cratering it and causing both vehicles to spin out of control, stopping at the rim of the massive crater in the street, with shattered apartment buildings on either side of the crater.
Slowly, both joy-riders emerged from their vehicles, walking up to the rim of the crater...before they peered inside...
Suddenly, a narrow energy-beam lanced out of the crater, sweeping over the two teens, without harming them even slightly...but it was more than enough to terrify the youths into fleeing for their lives, screaming in fright.
The simple scanning beam silently swept over the wrecked area, ignoring the bio-signs of the organic life-forms nearby...and coming to rest on the two abandoned vehicles. The beam scanned the Jaguar...and then ignored it, coming to rest over the Corvette.
The simple scan-beam was replaced by a more advanced transcan beam, scanning the vehicle deeply, analyzing the vehicle down to the simplest of components...before the beam retracted, satisfied.
The sound of scrabbling metal feet echoed from the crater, as though several smaller forms were moving clear of a larger one...and then, the tell-tale sound of metal components shifting and rearranging replaced it, followed by more metal feet scrabbling...before car doors opened and closed...
...and then, another Corvette, identical in both make and model to the first, drove out of the crater, racing off before any nosy organics could spot it. This Corvette, however, differed from others in three ways: it had two large speakers custom-built into its trunk; emblazoned upon its black hood was a dark purple face-crest, glaring out menacingly at all it saw...
...and, looming out from its rear windshield...were three small pairs of glowing red optics.
The blaring sirens were like a beacon for Spider-Man as he swung through the city towards the site of the explosion, landing on a rooftop overlooking the site.
It was worse than he'd thought; that explosion had decimated half of an entire city block, collapsing most of the nearby apartment buildings. 'God...' Spider-Man thought, 'what happened here..?'
"Figured you'd be here, kid."
Underneath his mask, Spider-Man frowned as he turned to see Nick Fury, standing behind him. "I had nothing to do with this, Fury." he snapped. He hadn't even been in this area, all night; he'd stopped a bank robbery across town, and had just finished busting up a bunch of meth-dealers. He'd been about ready to call it a night...when his spider-sense had started to blare at him that something was going to happen in this direction.
And boy, was it ever right.
To his surprise, Fury lightly chuckled. "At ease, son." he said. "We already know you're clean on this one."
Spider-Man slowly relaxed, before looking down at the site. "Was anyone..?"
Fury shook his head. "A few people were injured, but nothing too serious." he answered. "We were lucky that this meteor came down in a relatively abandoned part of town."
Spider-Man's eyes widened. "Meteor??" he repeated. "God, Fury, why didn't you guys warn anyone?!"
Fury's eye narrowed. "Kid, these meteors were invisible to radar."
Spider-Man went silent. "How?" he gasped.
"I don't know."
"Well...where did they come from?"
Fury's expression darkened. "I. Don't. Know."
Spider-Man got the message. "Okay, okay." he said. "So, what was it that crashed here?"
"We don't know, yet; there's not a whole lot left in the crater." Fury answered. "Most likely case is that these suckers vaporized on impact."
Spider-Man paused. "'Suckers'? There was more than one?"
"Six of these things came down, Parker: five over the New York state, and one in the Middle East."
Spider-Man arched an eyebrow. "They must have R.S.V.P.'d."
Fury scowled.
"Yeesh. Tough room." Spider-Man quipped. "So, keep me posted?"
Fury frowned. "We'll see." he said, before he walked away. Spider-Man was about to follow him...when he heard the tell-tale sound of glass breaking from a nearby city block. Spider-Man quickly ran to the edge of the rooftop, and leapt out into open air, firing a web-line, and swinging off towards the trouble.
Within seconds, Spider-Man could see the small electronics shop that had just been broken into...and the three teenage thugs climbing out of the broken window, each carrying an arm-load of electronics.
Spider-Man swung low, coming right at the three crooks, and sending one sprawling with a flying kick, releasing his line in mid-air and landing perfectly on the ground. "Christmas shopping-season already?!" he exclaimed, firing a web-line and snagging a second thug. "Why is it that I'm always the last to know?" With that, he yanked the crook right off his feet, and swung him around and around like a yo-yo, before tossing him into the first crook, knocking them both out. The third thug ran at him, trying to punch him, but Spider-Man easily ducked under it, before unleashing a flip-kick, clocking the crook right in the chin, knocking him out cold.
Shaking his head, Spider-Man dragged the three crooks to the side of the shop, webbing them up for the police. 'Boy, a meteor falls from the sky, and these schmucks figure it's a good time to go looting...' he thought. 'Well, this looks pretty cut-and-dry...guess I'll just head home...'
...but his train of thought was promptly derailed, as his spider-sense went nuts.
Spider-Man staggered back, balancing himself against a nearby telephone pole, overwhelmed by the massive sense of danger that was surging through his head. It was coming from down the road...
Suddenly, a brand new modified Corvette, with a black paint-job with dark purple trim, roared out of the darkness.
It was the source of the danger.
Spider-Man never had time to react as it blazed past him; he could just barely catch a glimpse of an ominous-looking violet insignia on its dash...and he thought he could make out three pairs of glowing red eyes...
As it passed by, three beams shone out from the Corvette's back window, where the eyes had been, sweeping over the scattered electronic swag...before the Corvette drove off...leaving a bewildered Spider-Man behind.
Just then, police sirens started to blare, and Spider-Man knew it was time to go; he quickly fired a web-line, and pulled himself up onto a rooftop, before swinging off, heading home.
'It never fails.' Spider-Man thought as he headed home. 'The very day I get my driver's license, and lunatic drivers like that guy start showing up. Just great.'
After driving by the electronics store, the Corvette pulled into a darkened alley, coming to a full stop. The sound of metal shifting echoed from its back seat...where a silver stereo, a black boom-box, and a dark violet CD-player now rested.
"Soundwave. Report."
"At your command, Lord Megatron." came the monotone reply to the order. "I have successfully landed within the human city, and have engaged camouflage. However, the stealth unit was destroyed in re-entry."
"As I had expected." Megatron replied, over the radio. "And what of your three lackeys?"
"Frenzy, Rumble and Ravage have assumed alternate forms, my Lord." Soundwave answered. "We await further orders."
"Contact the rest of our forces on this planet; once every one of them has reported in, the hunt begins. Once you contact Blackout in the desert-region, he is to proceed to the human outpost and infiltrate their information network; even if these organic idiots know nothing of the AllSpark, we need as much information as possible about these...changes to their genome, as well as their current arsenal. The codes provided by our new ally should make infiltration laughable."
"Understood, my Lord. It shall be done."
"One more thing, Soundwave." Megatron said. "As I landed on this planet, my sensors detected an Autobot Cruiser in orbit; Prime and his cronies are here. Once you contact our forces, make this order known: do not engage the Autobots without my specific order. If we attack them prematurely, we draw the attention of the humans. Once the AllSpark is ours, we can destroy the Autobots at our leisure. Make that point especially clear to Starscream, as well as this one: Prime is mine. Megatron out." With that, the transmission ended, and Soundwave drove off, completely unnoticed, to carry out his leader's orders.
New York Train Station, New York City
The New York City train station was completely empty; all the staff had gone home for the night, since no trains were due in, tonight...
...which meant that no-one was there to see a large, black train pull into the station, coming from the direction where a meteor had fallen, earlier that night. The train slowly rolled in, and came to a stop.
"Soundwave calling Astrotrain."
"Astrotrain here, Commander Soundwave." the large Decepticon troop-transport answered Megatron's second-in-command; after Earth had been lost, a while back, Megatron had demoted Starscream and appointed Soundwave as his second. "The landing went smoother than a well-lubricated O-ring. The stupid squishies never even suspected me."
"Excellent, Astrotrain. And the Constructicons?"
"They're in my cargo hold, Commander; just say the word, and we'll..!"
"Do nothing, Astrotrain. You and the Constructicons are to hold positions until specified; that is a direct order from Lord Megatron."
Astrotrain grumbled. "Fine, fine. We'll wait; just try not to make it too long, will you? These slaggers are getting on my circuits..."
"We have all been ordered to wait for our Lord's instructions. That is all. Soundwave out."
As the transmission ended, Astrotrain turned his sensors to the six voices coming from his cargo hold.
"WHAT?? Slaggit, 'Train, you're kidding us!"
"We have to wait more?! We've been stuck back here for two slaggin' kilo-cycles!"
"Cog-dammit, Soundwave's gone too far, this time!"
"I wanna scrap something!!"
"And I haven't had an Energon-break for the past kilo-cycle!!"
"I gotta take a lube!!"
"Alright, you scrap-heads, put it in idle!!" Astrotrain boomed. "You heard Soundwave: this order came straight from Megatron! Hook, Long Haul, Scavenger, quit whining; Bonecrusher, you'll get your chance to scrap some Autobots soon enough; Scrapper, you should've saved some Energon instead of guzzling it all on the trip here; and Mixmaster, Primus help me, if you take a lube in my hull, I will personally toss your aft in a smelter when we get out of here!! Compute?!"
No-one answered.
"Good." Astrotrain growled. "So just sit there and keep those vocal processors of yours off-line." With that, Astrotrain took his own advice, and just sat there, in vehicle mode, undistinguishable from the other vehicles in the station.
In the middle of New York, numerous police cars had gathered around a donut shop, as the policemen gathered inside, enjoying a few dozen donuts as they came off-duty, weary from doing damage-control at a meteor landing-site. They sat down, taking their favorite pastries to snack on, sipping pleasantly warm mugs of coffee...
...and remained oblivious to the high-powered transcan beam that shone from an alley, only a few blocks from where the meteor had landed, sweeping over their cruisers. Seconds later, another police car drove out of the alley, with an ordinary-looking officer at the wheel. As the police cruiser drove off, one might have been able to notice the inscription on its side: "To Punish and Enslave..."
"Soundwave calling Barricade. Report."
The image of the hated organic life-form vanished as the Decepticon known as Barricade switched off his holo-emitter. "Barricade here, Soundwave. Camouflage and infiltration was successful; the hologram works."
"Shockwave will certainly be glad to hear it." came the reply of the Decepticon second-in-command. "Your orders are to remain in disguise, and do not engage any Autobots, should you encounter them."
Barricade grumbled, which sounded like a car's motor revving. "Understood." he relented.
"In addition," Soundwave continued, "when possible, I wish you to observe the powered human designated 'Spider-Man.' In the event that we are exposed, prior knowledge of powered humans such as he will be useful."
"Understood, Commander. Barricade out." With that, Barricade resumed his driving through the human-infested city, promptly reactivating his hologram, remaining undetectable.
Barricade chuckled to himself. How easy it was to fool these humans...
Within the Baxter Building, the Fantastic Four had returned to their headquarters, the damage from the meteor impacts contained. Johnny "The Human Torch" Storm was sitting in the living room, watching TV; Ben "The Thing" Grimm was in the gym, getting a light workout – light for him, at least – by bench-pressing a few hundred pounds; and Reed and Sue were spending a few more hours in the lab, analyzing the fragments of metal in the impact sites.
None of them noticed the military helicopter – identical to the kind found at the military base close to where a meteor had fallen – circling the Baxter Building. The helicopter made several passes around the Building, before flying off.
"Shockwave calling Soundwave." the disguised mech called into his radio. "I've been observing the powered human team designated the 'Fantastic Four'. Based on the data-files I have pulled from the human 'Internet,' it is possible that they could pose a significant threat."
"Continue your observation, Shockwave, but do not engage until Lord Megatron's specific orders." Soundwave answered via radio.
"Understood. Shockwave out." the Decepticon science officer answered, before the transmission ended, as the helicopter made a few more passes around the Baxter Building.
Shockwave had to admit it: the organic designated Reed Richards' intelligence was mildly impressive...but Shockwave would be smoking slag before he would ever let a squishy get the better of him.
U.S. Naval Aircraft Carrier Eisenhower, several miles from New York coastline
Within minutes of seeing the fiery meteor crash into the dark water, the salvage crew of the massive Aircraft Carrier Eisenhower had sprung into action; trained military divers had entered the water, diving after the stellar object, to investigate it, as massive searchlights were trained on the water, illuminating the dark of night...
...but none were trained on the deck of the vessel itself, allowing the mechanical entity to climb up onto the deck from the other side of the vessel, quickly moving towards the fighter-jets, activating its transcan beam...
...and when the crew on deck heard the roar of engines, they turned to see an F-22 fighter fly off...when all of their jets were accounted for.
"Soundwave to Starscream. Report."
As he flew away from the human vessel in his new vehicle-mode, Starscream grumbled to himself. "Yes, Soundwave. I'm here." he snapped. "I have assumed vehicle-mode, with the organics none the wiser; unlike some Decepticons, I am very good at my job."
"Just as Lord Megatron is at his, Starscream. Remember that."
Starscream muted his vocal processor, cutting off a curse, before he continued. "What's this I hear of Prime and the Autobots being here?" he snarled.
"Lord Megatron has ordered that, until he orders it, none of us are to engage the Autobots."
Starscream smirked under his vehicle-mode. 'Coward.' he thought.
"Furthermore, Starscream, when we do engage the Autobots, you may scrap as many of his lackeys as you wish...but remember that the pleasure of ripping out Prime's spark belongs to our Lord, and him alone."
"WHAT?!!" Starscream roared. "Need I remind you of what Prime did to me?!!!"
"You have brought this upon yourself, Starscream. Your incompetence at the Battle of New York, coupled with your constant treachery, led to this; perhaps if you had been more loyal, Lord Megatron might have honored you by permitting you to act as his hand."
'You mean, if I had been his toadie.' Starscream scowled. 'Like you' "I understand, Soundwave." he muttered. "I understand completely."
"Ensure that you do. Soundwave out."
As Megatron's lackey ended the transmission, Starscream felt his coolant start to boil, felt his spark radiate fury within his laser-core...as he remembered the last time they had been on Earth.
The Battle of New York. Starscream had devised a brilliant plan to seize a new energy source the humans had developed...but the Autobots had ambushed them.
Optimus Prime had shot off his nose-cone as Starscream had fled...and the overload from that strike had surged to his optics, blowing out one of them, rendering him half-blind. Even when Starscream had been upgraded, the incompetent Shockwave had been unable to repair his ruined optic.
Ever since then, Starscream had longed to face Prime, to rip his spark out of his laser-core, to feel it go out it his hands. But since being demoted, Megatron had assigned him to back-water worlds under their control...until now.
Now, he had a chance to take revenge for his humiliation...and that was precisely what he was going to do.
'Megatron will slip up, soon enough.' Starscream thought. 'When he does find the AllSpark, he will be distracted. I will move against him, then.'
With his 'Lord's' mind on conquering this pathetic planet, Starscream would, at long last, stick a metal spike through his processors, avenging his demotion, before he would take the AllSpark for himself...and destroy Optimus Prime.
So help him Primus.
1000 miles from SOCCENT Air Base, Qatar, a few minutes earlier
As the morning sun shone over the sandy dunes of Qatar, a fully armed Black Hawk military helicopter soared across the sky, heading for the meteor that had landed in the desert, minutes before, as the chopper's crew kept a watchful eye out for any insurgents. They had been on a routine patrol of the area when the base had contacted them, telling them to investigate the landing.
They had been hoping to get back to base, soon, because Captain America and a few of the Ultimates were supposed to be arriving at the base to investigate the incident, and they wanted to make a good impression.
"We're a few miles away from the impact site." the pilot reported. "We should be seeing it, pretty soon."
"Just keep an eye out." the co-pilot warned. "We just check it out and head back to..."
Suddenly, something popped up on their radar. "What the..?" the pilot exclaimed. "What is that? A tank?""
"It's too big." the co-pilot answered. "Whatever it is, it's heading towards..."
But then, they both froze, as the chopper cleared a sand dune...allowing them to look upon the mechanical monstrosity that was standing in the impact crater.
"Mother of..!!!"
The pilot never had time to finish his expletive, as the thing swept a transcan beam over the chopper, blinding its crew, before its left arm shifted into a kind of cannon, firing a deadly wave of energy at the Black Hawk, utterly annihilating it.
As the helicopter fell in pieces at its feet, the thing began to transform, until it had shifted into an exact replica of the Black Hawk, complete with holographic crew. The new Black Hawk then took to the skies, flying towards the human outpost.
"Blackout to Soundwave. I have assumed vehicle-mode and am proceeding to human outpost. Your orders, Commander?"
"Infiltrate the outpost and gain access to the human computer network." Soundwave answered. "They may have information pertaining to the AllSpark. If necessary, deploy Scorponok."
"Understood, Commander. Blackout signing off." Blackout answered, ending the transmission, before he flew off, towards the base. It would likely take several hours, but that was fine.
Their entire race had waited for hundreds of voruns to retrieve the AllSpark. A few human hours were nothing in comparison.
New York City
With dawn only a few hours away, the sky over New York was slowly starting to brighten. The streets were still silent, with the good citizens of New York still sound asleep.
At the outskirts of the city, two vehicles had parked: a black 2007 GMC Topkick truck, and a red-and-blue, flame-painted, 18-wheeler, semi tractor-trailer truck, with a grey trailer attached to its back...and the image of a robotic face, plain and trustworthy, upon its grille.
"Any sign of the Decepticons, Ironhide?" Optimus Prime, still in vehicle mode, asked his old friend.
"Negatory, Prahm." came the reply of the grizzled Autobot weapons-expert, his voice resembling an Earth Southern accent. "Slagged 'Cons must've went ta vehicle-mode soon as they hit."
"I had a suspicion that they would." Optimus agreed. "And Elita's still working on cracking their communications codes."
Just then, a yellow ambulance drove up to the pair of vehicles, and came to a stop. "Sorry I'm late." came the voice of the Autobot Medical Officer. "I had to assist in transporting the humans injured in the landings."
"Perfectly understandable, Ratchet." Optimus answered. His voice turned regretful. "So...our war has just claimed its first casualties here since our departure..."
"Hold up, Prahm. The 'Cons did that, not you." Ironhide said. "They'd have shown up even if we weren't here; Megs would've come anyway, after picking up the AllSpark."
"I know, old friend," Prime agreed, "but that doesn't make it easier. Now that Megatron's reinforcements are here, it's only a matter of time before things escalate."
"What about that human you had Bumblebee observe?" Ratchet inquired. "What was his name?"
"Peter Parker." Optimus answered. "And Bumblebee should be taking measures to facilitate our introduction to him, right about now." He lightly chuckled. "I trust he won't do anything too rash..."
Parker residence, Queens, November 10
It didn't take long for Peter to get home after school let out that day. He'd been out the very second that the bell had rang, and practically sprinted home, with his little surprise.
As he reached the pleasant little house that the Parkers called home, he darted into the living room, and dropped his quarter-year report card on the coffee table. "Straight A's, Aunt May." he declared. "I said I wouldn't let my 'job' interfere with my studies, and I kept my word."
May Parker calmly put her cup of tea down and took a look at the report...before she smiled. "You most certainly did." she replied, as she stood up and hugged her nephew. "This is wonderful, Peter!"
Peter smiled, as he returned his Aunt's hug; now that his grades were back up where they were supposed to be, things were finally back to normal with his Aunt. Before the whole 'clone incident,' his grades had been down a bit, but now that they were up again...
"So," Peter asked, "how about that promise?"
May chuckled. "I had a feeling you'd remember that." she replied; in Peter's last year before high school, she and Ben – God rest his soul – had promised Peter that, if he kept his grades up and covered at least half the cost of insurance and his driver's license himself, they would get him a car. And now that his grades were back to normal – and since he'd gotten his license a week ago – Peter had kept up his end of the bargain.
"Yeah." Peter said. "So..?"
"Nothing too expensive." May said firmly. "Ben and I did put a nice sum away for that, but we can't afford to..."
"Don't worry, Aunt May." Peter assured her. "All I want is something with wheels, so that I can take MJ to a drive-in, like a normal teenager...and so that I have a cover for when I'm half-way across the city doing...you know."
May smiled. "Okay, then." she said. "Bobby Bolivia's Used Car Lot shouldn't be too busy, this time of day; why don't we start there?"
"Sounds good." Peter agreed, and, once Aunt May had put on her blue jacket, the two of them got into the Parker family car, as Aunt May opened the garage door, as Peter sat behind the wheel of this vehicle for the last time, before they headed off...
...without even noticing the yellow, black-striped 1975 Camaro that had been parked just down the road from them, as its engine stirred to life, before the car began to drive after them, hanging back, out of sight.
They hadn't even been driving for five minutes when they ran into a traffic jam. May chuckled. "New York traffic."
"Yeah." Peter quipped. "Can't wait to get stuck in it with my own car."
Fortunately for them, the traffic jam didn't last too long, and they were on their way again. Within about fifteen minutes, they had pulled into the modestly-sized car lot owned by Bobby Bolivia. As Peter and his Aunt emerged from the car, Bolivia, a tall, early-forty-something African-American man, clad in light brown slacks, a Hawaiian shirt under his brown coat, and a broad-rimmed sun-hat on his head, walked over, smiling. "Why, good afternoon, sir, ma'am! What can I do for you?"
May smiled back. "My nephew just wanted to buy his first car."
Bolivia grinned. "Well, this is a momentous occasion!" he exclaimed, placing a friendly hand on Peter's shoulder as he led Peter into the lot, with May following. "First cars are like first loves, son; you never forget 'em."
"Uh...yeah." Peter said. "I was just hoping that I could find something good, here..."
"Son, I'll tell you this right now." Bolivia said. "Driver don't pick the car. No, sir. Car picks the driver." His grin returned. "There's something mystical 'bout the bond between man and machine; ain't nothing like it."
'Okay...' Peter thought.
By then, Bolivia had led Peter to where his stock was parked. "So, son, see anything?"
Looking around, Peter sighed to himself; there didn't seem to be anything he wanted...
Suddenly, his spider-sense went off, telling him to turn around. Peter did so...and stopped.
There, right behind him, in fairly good condition, except for a dusty paint-job, was an authentic, 1975 Chevrolet Camaro. Peter grinned as he took in the classic car. "How about that one?"
Bolivia turned towards the Camaro...and froze. "Oh, hell no!!" he cried. "How did this thing get back here?!"
Peter blinked. "What?"
"Take it from me, son; you do not want that car." Bolivia said.
"What are you talking about?" Peter laughed. "They don't even make these, anymore!" With that, he walked over to the car, and popped up the hood...to find that the car's insides were just as stunning as its outsides. "And would you look at this? Someone did a major customizing job on it!"
"Oh, yeah, they sure did, son...and I'll tell you who." Bolivia warned. "Old Satan himself. That damn car's possessed; just shows up on my lot, one day. I didn't think much of it...'till weird stuff starts happening. Start hearing weird noises coming from it, and it starts disappearin' every now and then, only to show up again, later. Every customer who tries to take it just can't do anything with it, and just bring it back. I try to have it scrapped...but it just comes back! That thing's unholy, son; nothing but trouble."
Turning towards another car, just next to it, Bolivia started up his sales pitch. "No, sir, you just forget about that old thing, and have a look at this..."
But he was cut off, as the Camaro's passenger door suddenly popped open, scratching the paint of the car Bolivia had been trying to sell. Peter blinked. 'What the..?'
"You see?!" Bolivia cried. "Damn thing's possessed!"
By then, Aunt May had caught up. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, Aunt May." Peter said. "This car's door just popped loose, that's all." That was likely all it had been...
...right?
"Why...why don't I just take you two over to the other side of the lot?" Bolivia suggested...glaring at the Camaro as he uttered the last part. "Plenty of nice cars over there..."
Suddenly, Peter's spider-sense momentarily flared...as every window in every single car on the lot spontaneously shattered...
...except the Camaro's.
Aunt May looked concerned. "Well...it seems that you only have one car left..."
'Well, looks like there's at least one other guy with luck like mine.' Peter thought. "Hey...maybe we should go..."
"Take it!!!" Bolivia cried, reaching into the Camaro and tossing the keys to Peter. "Just take it!!" Taking a breath, Bolivia regained his smile...though his voice was shaky. "L-Like I said...c-car just picked its driver."
May nodded. "How much do we..?"
"All yours! On the house!" Bolivia cried. "Just don't let it come back onto my lot, ever again!!" With that, Bobby Bolivia ran back into his office, leaving the Camaro's keys with Peter.
After driving home in his new car, with Aunt May driving the family car, Peter parked the Camaro – his Camaro – in the garage next to Aunt May's car. After they both got out, Peter stepped back to get a good look at the Camaro...and grinned. "Well, your car seems to be in good enough shape." May commented, smiling. "I can't imagine why Mr. Bolivia was in such a hurry to get rid of it."
Peter shrugged. "Who knows?" he asked. "But, hey, after not having to spend a couple thousand bucks, who are we to complain?"
May softly chuckled. "I'll just let you and your new car get better acquainted, I suppose." she said, before she walked out of the garage.
Alone with his new wheels, Peter began the task of polishing his car...and was amazed to see that it had only been dusty; the dust came right off with a swipe from the cloth. Except for a few minor dings, the car was in good shape.
As Peter popped open the hood, to better inspect the engine, his thoughts drifted back to the car lot. Sure, the Camaro's door suddenly opening was probably due to it just popping loose...but how had all those windows shattered? Peter knew that a high-frequency sound of sufficient intensity could shatter glass...
...but why hadn't the Camaro's windows broken?
"Hey."
Looking up, Peter smiled as he saw MJ walk into the garage. "Hey." he greeted.
MJ smiled. "So, you got your wheels." she commented.
"Yep." Peter replied. "What do you think?"
MJ chuckled. "For an old beater, it looks to be in pretty good shape."
"Hey, not all of us have rich parents like Flash's." Peter quipped...and paused as he swore he could feel the car lightly rumble at that.
MJ hadn't noticed. "Wow, the engines look brand-new..." she observed. "And you got this car used?"
"Yeah; apparently, someone just dumped it after doing this sweet custom-job on it, or something." Peter answered. "Not only that, but the owner practically gave it away!"
Mary-Jane's eyes widened. "Seriously??" she asked. "Why?"
Peter chuckled. "Apparently, this car is 'possessed'." he answered. "Go figure." Smiling, he added, "So, what's up in the Watson household?"
MJ smiled. "Well, my Mom and I were going to donate some of Great-Great Grandpa Leopold's stuff to the museum, in the next little while." she answered.
"Cool." Peter said. "So, you want to hit the ice-cream shop?"
MJ smiled. "I'll just have to let my Mom know, first." she replied. "Pick me up in five?"
Peter grinned, and personally thanked God for both beautiful girls next door and classic cars. He put the hood down and calmly leaned against his car. "I think my pal and I can make it."
"Great!" Mary-Jane replied. "See you then!" With that, she turned to go.
Suddenly, the Camaro let out a long honk from its horn...which sounded remarkably like a man whistling at a pretty girl.
Smiling, MJ turned around. "Peter!" she laughed, her face a lovely rosy tint.
Startled, Peter half-grinned, fumbling for words. "I...I didn't do that..."
"Oh, whatever, you nut!" Mary-Jane cooed. "See you soon!" With that, she headed home.
Slowly, Peter turned towards the Camaro, regarding it warily. 'What is with this car?' he thought, as Bolivia's far-fetched warning came back...and didn't seem quite so far-fetched, anymore.
Chuckling to himself, Peter quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind. 'Well, if I had to get a possessed car, at least I got one that has great taste in girls.' he added, as he went to get ready to meet MJ.
U.S. SOCCENT Air Base, Qatar
The sun was already setting over the sand dunes as the S.H.I.E.L.D. gunship touched down at the SOCCENT outpost, the Marines on duty automatically saluting as Captain America, Janet "Wasp" Pym, and Tony "Iron Man" Stark, all in their usual uniforms, emerged from the gunship. Cap returned the salute. "At ease." the leader of the Ultimates said. "What's the situation?"
"We still don't have a definite analysis of the meteor, Captain." the commanding officer reported. "The Black Hawk we sent to investigate it was supposed to report in hours ago...and just one hour previous, we received satellite confirmation that it had been shot down."
"By what?" Iron Man asked, his voice metallic through his armor's speakers.
"Still unknown, at the moment." the CO answered. "One possibility is insurgents...but the debris looks more like a heavy artillery shell, or something stronger...which is more than these rebels can afford."
"Any survivors?" Wasp asked.
The CO shook his head. "We're planning on sending a team to recover the black box, find out what happened."
Cap nodded. "We still need to find out what landed here, Commander. The three of us would like to take a small team to..."
"Commander!" a lieutenant cried out, rushing over. "Commander, we have incoming!"
The CO was instantly on alert. "Insurgents?"
"No, sir! It's the Black Hawk!"
That got everyone's attention. "What?" Cap repeated.
"Didn't it get shot down?" Iron Man asked.
"We have satellite confirmation, sir! There's no mistaking it!" the lieutenant exclaimed. "Two more choppers are escorting it in!"
"I want an entire battalion on the landing zone, fully armed; someone might have swiped the Black Hawk to infiltrate the base!" the CO barked. "Let's move!!" With that, the entire group darted towards the main landing zone, where the prodigal chopper was set to land.
When Cap and his two comrades had reached the landing zone, with an entire battalion – as ordered – taking aim at the sky, Cap saw the Black Hawk start to touch down, nearly invisible against the darkening sky. Nothing looked out of the ordinary...
...until Cap spotted the unusual insignia emblazoned on the chopper's nose. It was a dark violet crest, resembling a robotic face, seeming to glare out at the world, its gaze cold and menacing...
Wasp noticed it, as well. "What is that?"
Cap's eyes narrowed, as he warily readied his shield. "Something's wrong, here..." he said softly. He had a feeling that, whatever this was...
...it wasn't the Black Hawk.
"Attention, crew of Black Hawk Echo-5," the CO shouted over a bullhorn, "shut off your engines and stand clear of the vehicle, or we will kill you." At that, the battalion all raised their rifles, taking aim. There was no movement inside the chopper. The CO frowned. "This is your last warning..."
But then, he stopped, his eyes widening at what he saw. Cap noticed it, too.
The pilots in the cockpit...suddenly flickered, like a bad TV picture...before winking out of existence completely.
"I'm getting a reading from that Black Hawk!" Iron Man exclaimed. "Everyone get clear! That thing's giving off way too much heat; that's not a helicopter!!!"
The CO lowered his bullhorn. "My God..."
The chopper's rotor blades slowly stopped spinning...and then started to fold back. The sound of metal and machinery shifting filled the air, as the Black Hawk began to transform, its shape changing and shifting into something else...as it stood up.
Where there had once been a Black Hawk now stood a towering robotic thing, with two legs thicker than telephone poles, a powerful torso, with the rotor blades hanging down its back in a parody of insect-wings, two deadly arms ending in clawed hands, and a head with two metal horn-like prongs at its forehead, a mouth full of razor-sharp metal teeth, and two glowing red eyes.
The thing's malevolent stare narrowed at the assembled force, as it raised its right hand, which promptly morphed, extending a machine-gun...
Cap reacted instantly. "TAKE COVER!!!"
Every soldier dove for cover as the thing opened fire with its weapon; high-caliber shells ripped through the compound, as buildings erupted in flame. At once, the battalion opened fire...but their bullets simply bounced off of the thing's armor, not even phasing it...
Cap's eyes narrowed in determination. "Iron Man, help me distract that thing!" he instructed. "Wasp, see if you can get inside that thing's head and shut it down!" Both of his teammates nodded; at once, Wasp shrunk to less than a tenth of her original size, sprouting graceful insect-wings, before flying towards the mechanical monster, while Cap and Iron Man closed on the ground.
Cap pulled back his shield, and let it fly; the red-white-and-blue vibranium disc whirled through the air like a buzz-saw, with enough force to bury itself in a twenty-inch-thick titanium wall...but the shield clanged harmlessly against the machine's head, momentarily stunning it. Before returning to Cap's hand.
Whatever this S.O.B. was, it was made of tougher stuff than vibranium.
Iron Man promptly opened fire with his electromagnetic repulsor rays, which spanged against the machine's armor, driving it back...but now the thing was angry; its left arm began to change into another type of cannon, before it fired an expanding blast of blue-white energy at them. Iron Man was sent flying, but Cap managed to brace himself behind his shield, before he, too was knocked back. The machine started to take aim again...but then stopped, its head turning to look at something...and then let out a metallic snarl, as it swatted Wasp away, sending her flying, returning to normal size after she had hit the ground.
By then, the battalion had fallen back, as several tanks moved up to reinforce them, firing their cannons; the machine quickly rolled to the side, moving very quickly for something so large. Its eyes narrowed as it stomped towards the tanks, shaking the earth with its footsteps, firing its cannon, sending tanks flying and destroying more of the base. When only one tank remained, the machine reached behind its back, and took out its rotor blades, holding them by a handle underneath the central axle; the blades started to spin like a buzz-saw, as the machine sliced into the tank, shredding it into pieces, before it deactivated its blade-weapon, placing the rotors back onto its back as it cruelly kicked the tank away, sending it flying, before resuming its attack.
As the machine continued its barrage of machine-gun fire, ignoring the bullets of the soldiers, it suddenly paused, and started to stomp towards one building. As Cap got back up, he looked to the thing's path...and his eyes widened.
It was heading for the base's mainframe!!
Cap ran after the machine, closing on it in seconds, quickly hopping onto its leg, and started climbing up, evading the thing as it swiped at him, and swiftly reaching its neck. Cap's eyes darted around, trying to spy some weakness, something vulnerable...and then, the machine twisted its neck, tossing him off.
As it reached the mainframe building, the machine took out its rotors, extending them into a spear, before it pried the roof off of the building. As the technicians fled in terror, the thing put back its rotors, and reached into the building, grabbing the mainframe, as cables snaked out of its wrist, inserting into the computer...before a menacing, electronic screech filled the air...
Midtown Ice Cream Parlor, Queens, a few minutes earlier
After picking up MJ at her house, Peter enjoyed a nice, leisurely drive to the local ice-cream parlor, pulling up in the parking lot. Peter got out, before he walked to MJ's side, and opened the door for her. MJ giggled. "Such a gentleman." she sweetly teased.
"Hey, this is the first time I've had a girl in my car; I wanted to get it right." Peter answered. "So, will we just get the usual, or..?"
But he was cut off as a brand new, dark blue Silverado truck pulled up across from the Camaro, as Flash Thompson – Midtown High's quarterback and resident BMOC – stepped out, followed by several of his usual entourage. Spying his favorite victim, Flash sneered as he spotted the Camaro. "Nice wheels, Parker." he said, as he walked over. "Junkyard having a clearance sale?"
Peter didn't take the bait. "So my car's got a little character. Big deal."
Flash chuckled. "I can smell it from here." he said, earning a few laughs from his posse. To Mary-Jane, he added, "You sure you wanna stick with this loser, MJ..?"
But he got no further, as the passenger door of the Camaro suddenly swung open...smacking Flash right in the knee. "OW!!!" Flash yelped. "God-dammit, Parker..!!"
"Hey, don't look at me, Thompson!" Peter countered. "I was standing right here!"
"Peter couldn't have done that, Flash." MJ agreed, folding her arms crossly. "I think that would be what's called karma."
Flash frowned. "You lucked out this time, Parker." he muttered, as he limped off, followed by his posse.
Peter turned to look at the Camaro. 'How on Earth..?'
"Looks like your car's got attitude, Peter."
Turning, Peter lightly smiled as he saw his ex and still-not-quite-friend 16-year-old Kitty Pryde, in her usual light violet t-shirt and blue jeans. "Hey, Kitty." Peter replied. Things between them were slowly improving, since they'd been rebuilding their friendship, the past little while; Kitty, being a mutant and former X-Man, was one of the few people he could relate to, and he hadn't wanted to lose one of the few friends he had.
Kitty returned the same light smile, before glancing to the Camaro. "Not bad." she commented. "I hear some of these old models can run just as well as the newer ones."
Peter shrugged. "Hey, all it needs is a little bit of a touch-up." he said...before his smile turned sheepish. "And...maybe an exorcism or two..."
MJ chuckled. "Well, look on the bright side: how many guys can actually say their car is haunted?" she said. To Kitty, she added, "We were just going to grab an ice-cream. Did you want to join us?"
Kitty smiled. "Sure."
Suddenly, Peter heard a police siren off in the distance. "Sorry, but you'll have to start without me." he said.
MJ nodded. "We'll save you a seat, okay?"
Peter smiled. "Fine with me." he said. With that, he darted off, while MJ and Kitty headed into the parlor.
Zipping behind the parlor with his backpack, Peter crouched low into the shadows, donning his Spider-Man costume. Quickly stuffing his street clothes into his backpack, Spider-Man webbed the pack to a high ledge, before firing a web-line, and swinging off.
Duty called.
After Peter, Mary-Jane, and Kitty had left, the Camaro was left alone. 'Primus, how Peter puts up with that scrap-head 'Flash' is beyond me...' Bumblebee thought.
"Aeon calling Bumblebee; Priority One."
As his radio activated, Bumblebee was instantly all business. "Bumblebee here, Wheeljack. What's the situation?"
"We've just received a transmission from Prime, Bumblebee; the Decepticon that landed near the military outpost in Qatar is attempting to hack the U.S. computer network. Thankfully, Elita One has managed to decipher enough of their codes to realize that the hack is coming through a fiber-optic cable in New York. We need you to head to the Baxter Building and initiate a wireless interrupt command on the Decepticon signal."
"But that won't be enough to stop the hack; not from a wireless source." Bumblebee said.
"Correct, Bumblebee; that won't stop him." Wheeljack agreed. "But it will enable us to get a full read on their codes, so that we'll be able to intercept any future transmissions...and, more importantly, it will slow the Decepticon down enough for the human scientist Reed Richards to, hopefully, recognize the attack and send an alert to isolate the servers."
"Got it, Wheeljack. Bumblebee out." Bumblebee replied, ending the transmission. 'Sorry, kids...back in a nano-cycle.' Bumblebee thought, as he shifted his gears to drive, and peeled out of the parking lot.
The Camaro drove through the New York streets, unnoticed, as it pulled into a dark alley next to the Baxter Building. The sound of metal shifting filled the air, as a pair of bright blue optics became visible in the shadows. "Okay, Stretchy, I hope to Primus you're paying attention..!" Bumblebee whispered to himself, as he brought up his wireless system, and initiated the interrupt.
The second he did, he recognized the 'Con. 'Blackout.' he thought. 'Megs' enforcer; should've known.' Ever since the Decepticon command restructure, Blackout had made a name for himself as Megatron's unofficial left hand. Blackout was no low-gig drone, but he wasn't much of a hacker, like Frenzy was...
...except when it came to the down-and-dirty practical stuff...like now.
Concentrating, Bumblebee kept up the low-level firewall he had tossed up to reinforce the interrupt. 'Primus, Richards, any time now..!'
Baxter Building
After last evening, Reed had been looking forward to just a few productive hours in the lab before he and Susan went out for dinner. He had been tinkering with his latest project when his computer had alerted him to something...
...and he'd gotten the shock of his life.
'What in the world..?' Reed thought, as he tried to process what he was seeing. Someone was hacking the U.S. military firewall...
...and succeeding.
Quickly, Reed tried to get ahead of the hacker, to kick the culprit out...but to no avail; in seconds, the hacker was through.
They had hacked in ten seconds what their strongest computer would have taken years to crack.
'I can't stop it...' Reed thought, feeling panic start to creep up on him. 'And there's no time to cut the hard lines...'
Suddenly, a second hacker got through...and then the first hacker's progress slowed considerably.
Reed's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. 'Someone's trying to stop this guy...' he thought...but whatever they were doing, it was only holding the hack off.
But it gave him enough time to make a call.
Reed had Nick Fury on the line in seconds with an emergency call. "General, you have to cut the hard lines!!" Reed cried.
"What?"
"The firewall is breached!!" Reed exclaimed. "Cut the hard lines NOW!!!"
In the background, Reed heard the General issue the order...seconds before the hard lines were cut, isolating the servers, stopping the hack cold.
"What happened, Richards?" Fury demanded.
"Someone just hacked us, General." Reed said. "Someone accessed a secure site and broke through; if we hadn't cut the lines when we had, we would have had total penetration."
Fury's voice hardened. "I think I know where it originated from, and I'm sending reinforcements. Good work, son." With that, the call ended...as Reed, exhausted, collapsed in his seat.
SOCCENT Air Base
As his hack was cut off, Blackout cursed to himself. He had almost reached the files that he'd been looking for...until one of the Pit-dammed Autobots had intercepted him...giving the organics time to isolate their servers.
By then, the human forces were retreating. "Fall back to the rendezvous point!" the powered human called 'Captain America' ordered, as the surviving human forces began to withdraw from their now-decimated outpost.
Snarling, Blackout started to stomp after them...but his long-range sensors detected incoming human vehicles. If he pursued the humans, their reinforcements would arrive...and follow him back to base. They couldn't risk the humans discovering them, not yet...
Blackout smiled to himself, before he assumed vehicle-mode and flew away...though not before a slightly smaller mechanical form was deployed; the scorpion-like mechanoid burrowed deep into the sand, and was off in seconds. With Scorponok pursuing the humans, Blackout continued on his way, back to base.
After stopping a simple bank-robbery – as well as the ensuing car-chase – Spider-Man quickly swung back to the alley where he'd stashed his clothes, and quickly changed back. As Peter emerged unseen from the alley, he saw MJ and Kitty waiting outside the parlor. "What's going on?" he asked, walking over.
Mary-Jane looked stricken. "Peter, I'm so sorry...we tried to stop him, but he just drove off..."
"Huh?"
"Someone stole your car." Kitty said, her expression regretful. "It happened just after you left."
At that, Peter sighed. "Figures." he muttered. "Guess we'd better tell the owner, so he can call the police." With that, they headed inside.
Walking to the counter, Peter said, "Hi, is there a phone I can use? My car's been stolen."
The owner winced. "Tough luck, kid. What kind of car was it?"
"A 1975 yellow-and-black Camaro."
The owner arched an eyebrow. "Like the one outside?" Confused, Peter turned...
...and, sure enough, the Camaro was there, right where he'd parked it.
Darting outside, Peter took a closer look at the Camaro, making sure it was okay; it seemed fine. MJ and Kitty quickly followed. "But...but I saw it!" she exclaimed. "I saw it drive off!"
"I did, too." Kitty agreed. "Look, Peter, no offence...but something is freaky with this car."
A laugh sounded from behind them, as Liz Allen, one of MJ's former friends, walked by, with a few of her friends. "You'd know about being freaky, wouldn't you, Pryde?" she sneered.
At that, Kitty looked a bit hurt, though she tried not to show it. Peter's eyes narrowed, as he got ready to tell Liz exactly where she could put her racist attitude...
...but he never got the chance, as the Camaro's hood suddenly popped open...and a large stream of pure black 10-W-40 sprayed from the engine...and splatted right across Liz's new shirt.
"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" Liz wailed. "This was brand new!!! God, Peter, leave it to you to get the freak-car!!"
Peter shrugged. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"
Kitty smiled. "You'd know about that, wouldn't you, Liz?" Scowling, Liz stormed off.
Kitty's smile grew. "I take it back, Peter; I love this car!"
Peter lightly smiled at that...though his mind drifted back to Bobby Bolivia's warning. 'Aw, man...what have I gotten myself into this time?'
Triskelion, S.H.I.E.L.D. U.S. Headquarters, New York
In his office in the Triskelion, Nick Fury frowned to himself. "Did everyone evacuate to the emergency outpost, Captain?"
"Yes, sir...although we took heavy casualties." Captain America reported from across the view-screen.
"What exactly happened?" Fury asked. "You said that the Black Hawk just...changed."
"That's exactly it, sir; I've never seen anything like it. It just...stood up!"
Fury had held a few far-fetched ideas in the back of his head at that initial report...but those last words made his blood freeze. "Captain...did you say that it...stood up?"
"Yes, sir. Stood right up on two legs."
Fury took a deep breath. "Did you see any unusual markings on it?"
"Yes, sir."
Fury quickly brought up a file; the view-screen now displayed two images for Cap to see in the lower half of the screen: two robotic faces, one bright red, plain and trustworthy, and onedark purple, angular and menacing. "Either of these look familiar?"
"Yes, sir; the purple one."
"You're sure?"
"Positive, sir."
At once, Fury picked up his cell-phone. "This is Fury. I need to reach the Pentagon; we have a Class Five emergency, Code: Heavy Metal."
"General?" Cap asked. "What's going on?"
As his call was put through, Fury looked to Cap. "Something we had hoped would never happen." he said. His next words held a deathly chill.
"They're back."
Author's Note: Before you ask, yes, I did get a few of these scnes from the movie. Enjoy!
Coming Soon:
As the Transformers' war returns to Earth, Peter starts to wonder what's going on with his new wheels.
Will our hero discover the mystery behind his 'haunted' car?
Find out, in "Dude, Where's My Car?" coming to your computer soon…
