Well that was a really long wait. Sorry about that.. life and stuff you know. Anyway here's the new one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or any other Marvel property.

Chapter two: Corps in the making

The car that came for them stuck out like a sore thumb in the parking lot of the police station. The black limousine just screamed money and expense, something they shouldn't be able to afford. The police must think I'm an amazing janitor! Thought Schultz sarcastically. He was waiting with Flint for O'Hirn to be released from custody inside the limo. Montana, staying true to himself, couldn't keep his mouth shut and got in a fight with one of the other inmates so he wouldn't be released today. Schultz didn't really mind, in fact he hoped that his friend would learn a valuable lesson from the experience. Yeah, sure and I'm an upstanding citizen of New York. Although if he was honest with himself he should have started a fight too rather than to be in a closed space with that woman. She hadn't done anything since he got in but something in the way she sat made his skin crawl. Like a predator waiting to kill her prey. He was saved from further going down on that line of thought when the door swung open and the giant head of O'Hirn appeared.

"You shouldn't have stayed this low-key I nearly fucking missed you!" He said with a grin to Schultz until he saw who was sitting in front of them. "Good morning, ma'am." He said quickly with sudden serious expression on his face. She didn't really acknowledge that he arrived apart from tapping twice on the glass that separated them form the chauffeur signaling him to start driving. They drove in silence for fifteen minutes and despite the working air conditioner all three of them were sweating until the woman finally fixed Schultz with her piercing glare that rivaled Captain Stacy's

"What happened last night?" She asked him with a perfect American accent despite coming from Europe although Schultz wasn't sure where exactly. Her voice was as hard as her brown eyes that left no room for escape. But the whole scenario reminded him too much of the interrogation room with Captain Stacy.

"Mostly what I told the police, plus the escaping whore. I'm sure you have the report" said Schultz before he realized that his snarky remark probably just cost him his life but he was afraid and tired and couldn't help his bitterness. He felt his partners stiffen up next to him and even the woman raised her left eyebrow and managed to make even that little movement frightening. Schultz felt himself staring to panic but he couldn't show any weakness now so he tried to stay confident.

"I mean if you want to treat me like the police does you shouldn't expect any different treatment either." He heard himself say and started to wonder what kind of death will be waiting for him soon. Hopefully, quick. He thought but knew better than that. The woman only tilted her head slightly to her right like a bird watching a flickering worm.

"Alright" was the only word she said before she quickly thrust out her right hand and Schultz suddenly felt pain spread through his right shoulder. When he looked down he saw the end of a little throwing knife sticking out from his own flash before he felt like someone just set his arm on fire. The bitch smeared the fucking knife with something. He groaned loudly and quickly pulled out the weapon not caring that he would start to bleed faster. He just wanted that burning acid-shit out of him. Luckily the knife didn't hit any arteries so there was only a miner bleeding. He just now realized that Flint was gripping his other arm. He must have reacted faster to her movements and pulled Schultz towards himself. If he hadn't the knife would probably be sticking out of his collarbone right now. The guy was too good for the streets.

If the woman was surprised by Flint's actions she didn't show, instead she just leaned back crossed her legs and sent a bright smile towards Schultz that one might think genuine if not for the ruthlessness in her eyes.

"Now, without further ado tell me what happened last night. Please."

The first day of high school was, for the lack of better term, boring. Normally even most of the classes aren't much of a challenge for Peter but today even that little challenge was missed since most of the day was spent with the teachers describing what to expect from this year's subjects and everyone telling tales about how they spent the summer to all of their friends. Peter had problems with that on multiple levels. First, he couldn't tell what really happened to him if he wanted to keep his secret identity and those few part he could tell weren't worth telling. Second, there was no-one to tell to besides Harry with whom he had spent the better part of the morning and they already run out of things to talk about. Their friendship was only so close. In fact they've been walking besides each other in silence for ten minutes now in the school yard before Peter heard a very distinguishable laugh. He quickly turned and started to look for the source of the sound. He didn't have to look for long before he saw that so unique shade of red in the corner of his eyes and found to his surprise that his heart just skipped a beat. His surprise also robbed him the chance to speak first.

"Hello there, Tiger. I haven't seen you all day! How was summer?" Asked Mary Jane with a voice that shouldn't belong to a sixteen years old girl. Tiger was the nickname she had chosen for him although Peter couldn't tell why even if his life depended on it.

"Hi, MJ. It was fine I guess… a bit of a rollercoaster to be honest"

"Hmm, mine too. It's a shame we weren't on the same theme park. I could've used your company" She said and Peter had to wonder again how she manages to sound teasing and honest at the same time. He wanted to agree but didn't get the chance because Harry, who Peter absolutely forgot was there, spoke up.

"Hello to you too, Mary Jane." Harry said with a slightly annoyed tone. Peter vaguely remembered hearing something about Harry having a huge crush on MJ (like most of the male and some of the female population of the school) and asking her out multiple times all of which she less and less nicely declined. It was stupid teenage gossip so he hadn't really payed attention and didn't want to ask either of them about it because he thought it would be awkward. Like the situation now, although only Harry seemed tense. Mary Jane just flashed a lovely smile and acted like their history wasn't a big deal at all.

"Oh, hi Harry. Sorry but couldn't recognize you with all that hair in your face" She said lightly while brushing away said hair with her fingers like it was the most normal thing to do. Harry's face started to become red and Peter thought he smelled a little sweat too. As far as he knew Harry wasn't really awkward around girls, having brooding looks and lots of money but now he looked like he had never even seen one. Peter also noted, to his surprise happily, that MJ didn't have a nickname for Harry. Before his friend's head could explode Mary Jane stepped back with an examining look on her face. To Peter's surprise Harry's hairstyle have changed from eye-covering to adjusted to the right side but somehow still fashionably negligent exposing his grey-green eyes that he got from his father. It did suit him better. MJ examined him for a few seconds before nodding with a dashing smile then turning to Peter.

"Where were the two of you going?" She asked.

"We wanted to eat some crappy burgers down the street. Wanna join?" asked Peter.

"Absolutely!" exclaimed MJ excitedly.

"Wait, really? Don't you have to watch out for your looks?" asked Harry while they started walking towards their destination.

"Hmm, do you think I should?" Retorted MJ with a little hurt look on her face although Peter could hear a little tease in her voice. Apparently, Harry couldn't.

"W.. Well, I.. I just meant that with the modeling and all…" Harry stuttered but was stopped when she started laughing.

"Relax, it's nothing. And no, luckily I don't have to. Apparently I can eat anything without gaining any ounce of fat. Like I was born to be a model." She said with a huge smirk. "What about you, though? How come you're planning to eat this vile food of lowly-peasants?"

Peter thought Harry will be hurt that she brought up that side of his life but if he was he didn't show.

"Well, you know if my Father found out about it he'd probably have a heart attack sooo… I'm paying!"

Usually something of this magnitude would require tons of preparations. Unfortunately, that wasn't something Adrian had time for. So he hoped that his years of experience and all those times he tried parachuting in his youth would pay off. Luckily, the modifications on his new glider-turned-backpack wings worked smoothly and his first test-fly only boosted his confidence. So much so that he decided that he wouldn't wait any longer and started his offensive. He was fairly close to the Oscorp Tower when he started to wonder just exactly how threatening he looked. He wore his old leather biker jacket that he dyed green, so it would match his wings, along with his crash helmet, for which he welded a beak-like metal part and sprayed a little black paint on it for eyes. About that he felt a bit stupid now but he really wanted to give an intimidating bird of prey vibe. The only threatening parts of his attire were of course the wings, that he upgraded with a few sharp metal edges, and the metal claws on his leg that he could hydraulically close and open by moving his foot. This way he wasn't able to stand on his feet but luckily his wings could hoover in one-place. Nevertheless, before more doubt could enter his mind he looked down and saw people pointing and looking up at him in awe and a little bit of fear. This managed to steel his reserve and he sped up.

By the time he arrived to the roof of the Oscorp Tower he was so high on confidence and adrenaline that he felt unstoppable. There was a security guard smoking on said roof but as soon as he saw him flying towards him, he let his cigarette drop out of his mouth. To Adrian's disappointment his shock only lasted so long because the next second he jumped out of his way, ducked and by the time he was standing again he was holding a gun. Adrian let his panic make his moves, which probably saved his life, as the very moment he turned his back on him a bullet bounced off his wings. He quickly turned around and used his claws to slash at his assailant's hand. The guard probably foresaw what he was about to do and moved back a little but he couldn't predict the speed at which his wings carried Toomes. He only grunted when the sharp metal tore a huge scar along his forearm but he dropped the pistol which was the only thing that mattered to Adrian. He let his wings carry him further and he managed to knock the guard back against the rooftop door. Seeing his panicked expression, which he tried to hide, Adrian couldn't help the feral smirk under his helmet.

"Look son, I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than a hundred men my age. So a goon with a gun won't get the drop on me!"

When Peter wished he had a more exciting day he had no idea that this would be the form it was going to take. He was having a nice chat and a semi-nice (but free) meal with MJ and Harry when a (probably) crazy guy in a bird(ish) looking costume flew over their head. The little tingle that went down his spine told him that soon trouble would follow so he decided to chase him. He literally told his companions "Ahm… things and…. stuff" and ran off to an alley so he could change into his costume. I guess I'm lucky that me being odd isn't really odd, he thought as he shot his first line of web up a building and started to search for the birdman. He had a pretty good head start and was apparently heading for Oscorp. So Peter sped up, not really caring about all the attention he was getting from below. Even from far away he was able to hear the gunshot which made him do a reckless move by shooting further away so the momentum could carry him faster. The Oscorp Tower was, not surprisingly given its owner, much taller then its surrounding buildings so Peter had to do a sling maneuver around the building because otherwise he would have crashed into it with his speed. When he shot up above the tower he was able to see Mr. Birdman hoovering above an injured security officer. He quickly shot a web and swung himself right at him, kicking him away from the guard. Peter turned around to see how deep a cut was on the poor man's arm. It didn't look really deep but he had to ask.

"How is your right girlfriend buddy?" He asked and then mentally punched himself. I really should stop speaking when I'm on an adrenalin rush, I'm such an asshole. It was evident on the guard's face that he was fighting over being grateful and feeling insulted but after a second he just shook his head indicating that Peter had better things to worry about. So Spider-Man turned around only to see the attacker hoover above the tower. On closer inspection he kinda looked lame discounting the wing on his back with feather shaped metals and maybe his claws on his legs. He was looking right at him and even with a silly helmet on his head he could imagine his confused expression.

"What the hell are you? Another guard? Osborn is doing human experiments now?" Asked the man who sounded like he was somewhere around his middle-ages in Peters opinion and was feeling quite a bit of pain probably from the kick. Well, only indirectly as far as I know.

"You nearly tore off that man's arm! In bird culture this is considered a dick move." Peter replied. The only response he got was an attempted kick in the face that he easily dogged. Maybe he didn't get that reference. From the corner of his eyes he saw the security guard calling someone from his phone and decided to take this fight somewhere with a comfortable lack off injured people laying around. Peter jumped on his assailants back, shot a long web line towards the nearest building and pulled the guy with him. Halfway through the birdman got him off his back with a horizontal spin in the air and Peter had to shoot another web to safely stick himself on the wall. For a few seconds they just looked at each other before Peter spoke up.

"I really have to ask you something that's been bothering me ever since I saw you."

"It's none of your business why I…"

"Are you bald?"

"…what?"

"You know, like real life vultures. They don't have any feather on their heads."

"I look like a vulture to you?" Asked the guy in the bird costume incredulously.

"You look like a lunatic but in cartoons those are nearly always the vultures"

"You think yourself big, making fun of me like that, don't you?"

"The bald thing must have been a soft spot." Peter said and he quickly had to jump away because the Vulture was coming at him faster than before. His spider-sense flared up again but since was in the air he couldn't move himself fast enough before something heavy collided with him. His vision burred for a moment but he quickly recovered and managed to stop his falling by swinging around a building and landing on a lamp post. To his surprise their brief stunt has already attracted a big audience. People were standing around taking pictures with their phone, clearly oblivious to the dangerous situation.

"Greetings, fellow human beings! You should all get the HELL out of here because…" Peter didn't get to finish when a tingle went down his spine so he had to jump up to evade the attack from the crazy Vulture guy. I hope this makes my point, he thought as he tried to attach a web line to his attackers back. Unfortunately, the Vulture turned out to be quite adaptable and used his sharp wings to cut the webbing which was no easy deed. This caused Peter to fall right on top of him. By instinct he punched him right in the face, carefully holding back so he wouldn't kill him. The biker helmet still cracked and the metal beak fell off. It was an improvement. He felt the warning of metal clawed legs approaching his back and jumped of the guy who surprisingly still managed to fly on a steady pace. Those wings are no low-tech!

"You pompous little brat!" bellowed the Vulture as he steadied himself and his helmet. Pompous? Thought Peter as he evaded another attack. From the corner of his eyes he saw a bystander on the way of the evaded attack and quickly yanked him out of the way too with his webbing. He fell right on top of him wrapping his arms around him in fear.

"Hey dude, thanks for the hug. I needed that. But I have to go now. I'll call you later!" He said as he put the man down and jumped after the Vulture. Peter saw him looking back before his stare settled on the man Peter just saved. That meant two things. The first, this guy was worried that he might have accidentally killed someone innocent so he (probably) wasn't a complete lunatic. The second was that he wasn't looking where he was going which could only end in disaster. The latter proved absolutely true. The Vulture flew right into an office building which luckily was covered entirely by glass. Peter could see him break through the glass, stumble over some desks before he finally stopped and lay down on his back. The people in the office proved smarter than the ones down the street because they fled the scene as soon as they recovered from the shock. Spidey swung through the hole and watched with amusement as the Vulture tried and failed to regain his feet with is metal claws. It was ridiculous but Peter decided to approach this seriously because of the concern his enemy showed for the innocent guy. Or at least he tired.

"So baldy, why exactly did you attack Oscorp?" He asked when the Vulture (sort of) regained his feet.

"I'M NOT BALD!"

"That's a very poor reason" Peter replied and then he webbed him up before he could use his wings again.

"Ugh… You pompous, fucking brat!" He said as he struggled against the webbing "You understand nothing! I gave them thirty years of my life and when I lived up my use they got rid of me! That's the kind of people you're protecting."

That sounds dangerously close to the Norman Osborn I know. But saying that out loud would only encourage him. I need to find a way to dissolve his possibly murderous intentions. Peter thought.

"Look, I'm just a concerned citizen and not Norman Osborn's bodyguard. And if that's what's happened to you, I'm sorry. But dressing up as a bird and going on a killing rampage can't be your only answer. You need to find a more peaceful way solve your problems. One that doesn't make you look like a lunatic, preferably. "

"Sais the kid in a red and blue skintight costume. Is that some kind of fetish these days?"

Don't let it bother you that he has a point! "If you don't listen to me then please listen to those nearing sirens. They will agree with me."

"I don't plan on waiting for them!" He said before his wings started to sound like an approaching hurricane. Peter felt the tingling and jump under a desk for cover before a sound like an explosion was heard and the air suddenly heated up. It was all over in an instant. When he stood up he found pieces of his web all over the place and a broken window on the other end of the office. So he was no suicide bomber type. Then I guess we will see each other later. He could hear policemen coming up the stairs so he decided to follow the Vultures lead and get the hell out of here. He was by the window when he heard the door open.

"Freeze! Don't take one more step or I'll be forced to shoot you." He heard someone say in a calm tone. When he turned his head he saw none-other than Captain freaking Stacy with his pistol levelled at him.

"Sorry for the mess, Cap. Your present unwrapped himself and escaped." Peter said before he realized that he was talking to someone who could identify his voice. He hoped his masked muffled enough of it so it'd be unrecognizable. If Captain Stacy realized who he was he hid it really well because he had shown no sign of it.

"I think you will be more than enough present for me." Said the captain as more policemen started to enter the room. Peter could now hear an approaching helicopter too. And that is my cue to leave. He quickly dived out of the window and aimed for the helicopter that finally appeared. He was happy to hear that no-one was shooting. As soon as he made contact he stuck to the bottom of the helicopter. He waited a few seconds while he planned his escape route and then jumped off, disappearing in the forest of skyscrapers. Okay, I will count this as a half-win.

This was a complete failure! Adrien thought as he was trying to take off his metal claws. The left one was damaged badly, probably due to the collision with the office building. I should have been way more careful .Now I'm a fucking mess. It was mostly true. He had a few cracked ribs and maybe some broken too from the fight with that kid. His left ankle was dislocated and his nose wouldn't stop bleeding which probably meant that it was broken too. But the worst damage was on his back. In order to escape from that sticky spider-web resembling thing, he had to activate the supersonic functions of his glider. This is where it really showed that these things weren't intended to be on someone's back. The heat it projected nearly boiled the skin off of Adrien's back along with the webbing. He passed out for a few seconds during his escape and regained consensuses just in time to evade another collision with a building. He quickly flew home where he has been trying to treat his wounds while also being as high on painkillers as possible. It was having mixed results. The combination of the pain and drugs made him talk to himself.

"Well boy, you can laugh at me all you want. I might look like a dead man but soon the corps of Adrien Toomes will be devoured by my new self! Soon the true Vulture will be born!" He really should have got medical attention. Any kind, basically.

Betty Brant was trying her best to persuade someone to sell her a picture about what happened around the Oscorp Tower. Most of the eyewitnesses were currently being questioned by the police but even those who were free were reluctant to give her exclusive rights to their pictures. She even tried her sex appeal with some men but it only got a share, not exclusive rights. It hurt her self-confidence a little. Fortunately, she was able to get most of the story out of people she asked. Apparently the bird-looking fellow attacked Oscorp for some unknown reasons before a guy in a red and blue spandex stopped him. About him, she already knew. He was the Amazing Spider-Man, a recent urban legend of New York City. Except he wasn't just a legend anymore with multiple photos and possibly some security footage taken of him. What's even more amazing is that Betty's superior, and a little bit of crush, Ned Leeds was saved by him when he was reluctant to leave the scene. Ned was currently writing the story about him for the Daily Bugle, the city's most famous newspaper company, where they worked together. He asked Betty for the photo and some more info if she could find any. She was trying her best but she got nearly always the same answer. The guy sounded young, jumped at least 10 feet up in the air and swung around with spider-web. He easily beat the birdman up while trying to protect everyone but made quite a bit of property damage that made some people angry. Mostly those who got to the scene after the fight.

She was just about to give up on more information when she saw Captain Stacy exiting the damaged office building. He was alone and Betty felt that she probably wouldn't have a better chance so she quickly made her way towards him.

"Captain Stacy! Please wait, Captain Stacy" She shouted. He stopped on his tracks and turned around hesitantly. Betty noted that he looked like he was ready to jump a tiger so she tried to calm him down. "I'm Betty Brant from the Daily Bugle. Could you tell me about the incident that happened around Oscorp Tower?" She asked while turning on her recorder.

"This is an ongoing investigation. You, like everyone else, will get to hear everything from the official report." He said while fixing Betty with an icy stare. But, she noted, he didn't make any effort to resume his leave. I guess he didn't survive this long by turning his back on anyone.

"Then I would like to get your opinion on this mysterious hero, Spider-Man." She asked, unwilling to give up just yet. For a moment the Captain's eyes narrowed before he resumed his blank, icy stare.

"Look, Miss Brant I don't know how you got to that conclusion but that man fled from a crime scene hiding his identity with a mask. That's usually something criminals do. While he truly saved some people along the way he still made plenty of property damage. Furthermore, since he fled, we have no way of knowing his true motives behind his actions. So please refrain from calling him a hero until he truly deserves that title." He said while apparently deciding that Betty was no threat and started to continue his way towards his car.

"So you think it's possible that he actually is a hero?" She asked but was ignored as he started to open the car's door. Unfortunately for him, Betty was persistent. " Don't you think that hiding one's identity is the only way someone can be a hero in this city?" She, of course, didn't really believe in that but she wanted to get his attention. Which she did! Captain Stacy stopped and slowly turned around. A small, sad smile appeared on his face.

"If the day ever comes when that will be the truth, then this city will truly be lost and I will be six feet underground. Good day, Miss Brant" He said before he got in his car and drove off. Betty stood there for a while and couldn't shake the feeling that she wouldn't want to live in a city like that.

Fuck this city! Peter thought with a great deal of disappointment. He has been searching for hours after his escape but he couldn't find any trace of the Vulture. He was already exhausted and he hadn't even started his night-time patrol yet. I hope Aunt May didn't worry about me too much. He thought as he opened the door.

"Hi Aunt May! I'm home!" He bellowed as he entered.

"Hi Peter! I'm in the kitchen." She answered happily. Peter quickly made his way towards the kitchen since the burger he ate after school wasn't even nearly enough after a fight like that. As soon as he entered he saw his Aunt making meatloaf with some deep-frozen fries taken out from the fridge. The loud groaning of Peter's stomach made his Aunt turn around.

"Hey, Sweetpie! How was your first day?" She asked lovingly.

Now how should I answer that?