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. Please be patient with my story, all
will become revealed soon enough. Thanks a lot,
--Peachman
Spiderman Issue #3 - Abilities
It was exactly what he didn't need first thing in the morning. It was a mugging on his way to work. In a quick change Spiderman was on the scene, pounding on two muggers. With a quick uppercut, one slammed against a brick wall. The camera flashed, perfectly capturing the scene, and Spiderman back flipped over the second mugger. He landed a perfect windmill kick, sending the second mugger into several trashcans, putting him down for the count.
"Thank you Spiderman!" The woman yelped.
"No problem." He replied back, webbing the two muggers to the wall.
He was off again, webbing his way toward the Manhattan Metro office. He landed a block away, atop of another building. Quickly he unraveled the clothing he had webbed up. He slipped his dress shirt on over his Spiderman costume, slipping on a pair of dress pants and removing his mask. Once he was all set, he hopped down off of the building, landing in an alleyway softly.
He walked past a small newsstand, glancing at the different newspapers. There was his picture of Spiderman, saving Curt Conners from the fire at the Oscorp labs. He reluctantly glanced at the daily bugle, and found another picture of himself. It was taken yesterday; apparently someone had snapped a picture when he was web slinging. But he wasn't wearing his costume. He felt his stomach drop and his mind began to race.
"Photo by.. Eddie Brock?" he said to himself.
He shook his head aggravated and stormed over to Manhattan Metro. He was up in Paul's office in minutes and handed him the latest Spiderman pictures.
"These are great peter. Front page material!" Paul exclaimed.
"Yeah, but the bugle caught Spiderman swinging around without any costume." Peter grumbled still uneasy.
"Don't you worry about the bugle. That Brock is an amateur." Paul replied.
"Thanks Paul." Peter said, standing and heading for the exit.
"Peter, here's your pay." Paul said, waving him back.
Peter stepped forward, accepting his payment gratefully. Another four hundred dollars. He smiled and thanked Paul Heaton again before exiting his office for the day. He was back on the street, and didn't bother changing back into Spiderman. He strolled down Washington Street; he had another two and a half hours before the play started.
"Great, two hours for everything that could go wrong to go wrong." Peter snorted, walking to a nearby hot dog stand. It was now nearing twelve o'clock, with an hour before the play. Peter had eaten three hot dogs, and drank two sodas. He'd been through every small shop on the strip except for the "Rave" store. He decided just to head to the theatre, no reason to just stick around. Several pigeons flew overhead, and the breeze lifted peters hair slightly, gently moving it. He smiled lightly and examined the front of the theatre. It read "The Federal Theatre". It was a fairly sized theatre, lined in gold borders and he windows were spotless.
Ten minutes passed and Harry finally showed up, he had a young girl with him. She was blonde and wore small black glasses. She and Harry looked pretty friendly; they spoke in small whispers, but stopped when they reached peter.
"Hey Pete. This is Liz Allen." Harry said glancing from Peter to Liz.
"Hi, its nice to finally meet you." Liz said.
"Thanks, I uh haven't heard much about you. Although I believe that we all graduated together." Peter said.
"Yes that's right! I remember you! You punched flash Thompson out senior year!" Liz exclaimed.
Peter and Harry both laughed for a minute or so. They finally entered the theatre; it was dark and smelled new. There were T-shirts for sale that read "Carmen: starring Mary Jane Watson" Peter smiled, and at the same time he cringed. All of those feelings for M.J. were back in full roar and his head was cloudy again. He felt as if he were back in high school all over again, the constant questions began to plague his mind.
"Hey Pete, our seats are this way." Harry said, showing him the entrance.
The trio made their way all the way down front, passing several people who seemed to be envious of their seats. Peter smiled to himself, he felt powerful. Not that whole powerful feeling he felt when he had the costume on, but a rich powerful. It scared him for several moments. Harry sat in the middle, with Liz on his right and peter on the left, peter taking the end aisle seat. Soon enough the lights dimmed and on came several people reading off the whole background information, which peter didn't really get into. He noticed a man sitting beside Liz who had begun snapping pictures. Peter scoffed turning his head away and back toward the stage.
"And now our story continues." The man on stage said, stepping behind the curtain.
The curtains opened and there stood Mary Jane, in a ruby colored gown, her hair flowing majestically. She smiled nervously at the audience and began to talk, getting into her part. Peter remembered her for this, each time Mary Jane would get into character; her eyes would make sort of a flickering motion. She would grin, much like a small girl who had been scolded for taking snacks before dinner.
"Peter she's amazing isn't she?" Harry asked leaning over to him.
"Breathtaking." Peter answered.
It was hard for him to concentrate on the actual plot of the play, all he knew was that Mary Jane was the lead, and her character's name was Carmen. She had many suitors after her heart and didn't know which to pick.
"Figures, it's exactly like real life." He muttered to himself.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Peter replied back.
About halfway through the play, Mary Jane glanced down towards the front of the audience, and caught peters gaze. Neither of them moved, they just stared, and it seemed like they'd never escape each others stare.
"Well Carmen?" The Actor asked her.
Mary Jane did not respond. She was staring down at peter who had snapped out of his gaze. He carefully directed her attention back to the actor, and she giggled a little. She continued her part. Intermission Hit.
Harry yawned loudly.
"Pete, what do you say you and I go grab some drinks eh?" he asked.
"Sure Harry." Peter replied standing from his chair.
Peter saw the man with the camera reloading his film. He scowled a little and then followed Harry out into the lobby. Peter glanced toward two double doors near a staircase; it read "Actors and Crew Only". Peter walked past Harry and to one of the stands.
"I'll take one." Peter said to the merchant.
"We've only got smalls left." He replied.
"Fine by me." Peter said handing him the twenty-five dollars.
"Pete you're going to look ridiculous, why did you buy that thing?" Harry asked, handing him his soda.
"I've got to see her," Peter said, slipping on the shirt, which fit incredibly too small. "Just give my drink to Liz, I'm sure she's thirsty." "I already bought her a drink!" Harry yelled to him as he walked away.
"So say you got her two!" Peter yelled back, walking through the double doors.
The back room of the theatre was dark as night, several people walked through and didn't say a word to him. He pushed past a group of actors and headed towards another set of doors. One of them read "costumes".
Peter knocked softly. "M.J.?"
"Try next door, in makeup." A soft voice said from behind the door.
"Thanks" Peter replied moving down the hallway.
The Costume door opened and an orange glove gripped the door handle, slamming the door hard and following it with a small cackle.
"M.J.?" Peter asked again and the makeup room door opened.
"Peter!" a voice yelled, and then a body lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Mary Jane giggled merrily and looked up at peter, releasing him from her hug.
"It's so good to see you,.. how did you get back here?" She asked smiling widely.
"Bought a shirt, walked back here." He laughed.
She smiled again, that same smile that made him feel like he could defeat eight green goblins. He smiled back and then the director butted in.
"Intermission ends in thirty seconds." The director said.
"Well I'd better get back, Harry and Liz are waiting." Peter said
"Yeah, Maybe we can all go out for something to eat after the show." Mary Jane added.
Peter nodded and then headed back towards the main lobby. He rushed through the doors and slid the small t-shirt up and over his head, heading back toward his seat. The lights dimmed once again and he took his seat next to Harry.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"We can all go get something to eat afterwards." Peter replied with a grin.
The show started back up again and Mary Jane was astonishing. She nailed every emotion that was supposed to be there. She didn't miss a single line. She smiled every time she locked eyes with Peter. Everything seemed to be going quite smoothly. Peter glanced over to see that the photographer was not taking any pictures. He blinked several times out of curiosity and took a sip of his soda that Harry had bought for him. And then Peter felt like he was shaking.
"Spider-sense." He thought to himself. "But what's wrong?"
He glanced around the room and saw it. A small metallic object had slit the wire connecting the lighting to the ceiling. The object flew out of sight and now the real danger sense set in. The row of lights began to rapidly approach the stage floor, several screams echoing throughout the audience. Peter was on his feet, using the first row seats as leverage he leaped onto the stage, rolling a few times and then catching the lighting row as he stood up. Mary Jane glanced up at him in absolute awe and he realized what he had just done, everyone in the audience was staring at him and the photographer made a grab at his camera. Quickly Peter let the row of lights slide off of his hands and come crashing down on top of him rolling the opposite way of Mary Jane. The lights had just missed her.
"Oh my god! Peter!" She wailed, coming to his aid.
This seemed to be a mistake, because his sight was starting to blur and mold together. He coughed several times, clutching the sides of his head. He wanted nothing more than to stay awake but he was slipping into unconsciousness. Several crewmembers rushed out, lifting the lighting off of peter and they tried to help him to his feet.
"Get this kid an ambulance!" One of the crewmen yelled.
"He's going to need a lot more than that!"
Peter sluggishly lifted his head to see a glider, a purple metallic glider and a demon on top of it. It was a man in an orange hood with a cape, face paler than the dead and eyes on fire to be more exact. He cackled maniacally and threw several orange orbs, which exploded on the stage, knocking Peter, M.J., and the crewmen back and off of their feet. The audience began to flee for the doors, screaming and wailing.
"That's right! RUN! Run for your lives! Where's your Spiderman to save you?!" The orange caped terror cackled.
"He's.. Ugh.." Peter choked out, before his vision went black and he faded out into the land of unconsciousness.
With a new villain on the scene and Spiderman out of action, how can the citizens of New York possibly finish watching Mary Jane's awesome performance? What does this new villain want? What is his agenda? Sorry to cut you short guys but this is all until next chapter (Issue)! Thanks, Please review! –Peach man
--Peachman
Spiderman Issue #3 - Abilities
It was exactly what he didn't need first thing in the morning. It was a mugging on his way to work. In a quick change Spiderman was on the scene, pounding on two muggers. With a quick uppercut, one slammed against a brick wall. The camera flashed, perfectly capturing the scene, and Spiderman back flipped over the second mugger. He landed a perfect windmill kick, sending the second mugger into several trashcans, putting him down for the count.
"Thank you Spiderman!" The woman yelped.
"No problem." He replied back, webbing the two muggers to the wall.
He was off again, webbing his way toward the Manhattan Metro office. He landed a block away, atop of another building. Quickly he unraveled the clothing he had webbed up. He slipped his dress shirt on over his Spiderman costume, slipping on a pair of dress pants and removing his mask. Once he was all set, he hopped down off of the building, landing in an alleyway softly.
He walked past a small newsstand, glancing at the different newspapers. There was his picture of Spiderman, saving Curt Conners from the fire at the Oscorp labs. He reluctantly glanced at the daily bugle, and found another picture of himself. It was taken yesterday; apparently someone had snapped a picture when he was web slinging. But he wasn't wearing his costume. He felt his stomach drop and his mind began to race.
"Photo by.. Eddie Brock?" he said to himself.
He shook his head aggravated and stormed over to Manhattan Metro. He was up in Paul's office in minutes and handed him the latest Spiderman pictures.
"These are great peter. Front page material!" Paul exclaimed.
"Yeah, but the bugle caught Spiderman swinging around without any costume." Peter grumbled still uneasy.
"Don't you worry about the bugle. That Brock is an amateur." Paul replied.
"Thanks Paul." Peter said, standing and heading for the exit.
"Peter, here's your pay." Paul said, waving him back.
Peter stepped forward, accepting his payment gratefully. Another four hundred dollars. He smiled and thanked Paul Heaton again before exiting his office for the day. He was back on the street, and didn't bother changing back into Spiderman. He strolled down Washington Street; he had another two and a half hours before the play started.
"Great, two hours for everything that could go wrong to go wrong." Peter snorted, walking to a nearby hot dog stand. It was now nearing twelve o'clock, with an hour before the play. Peter had eaten three hot dogs, and drank two sodas. He'd been through every small shop on the strip except for the "Rave" store. He decided just to head to the theatre, no reason to just stick around. Several pigeons flew overhead, and the breeze lifted peters hair slightly, gently moving it. He smiled lightly and examined the front of the theatre. It read "The Federal Theatre". It was a fairly sized theatre, lined in gold borders and he windows were spotless.
Ten minutes passed and Harry finally showed up, he had a young girl with him. She was blonde and wore small black glasses. She and Harry looked pretty friendly; they spoke in small whispers, but stopped when they reached peter.
"Hey Pete. This is Liz Allen." Harry said glancing from Peter to Liz.
"Hi, its nice to finally meet you." Liz said.
"Thanks, I uh haven't heard much about you. Although I believe that we all graduated together." Peter said.
"Yes that's right! I remember you! You punched flash Thompson out senior year!" Liz exclaimed.
Peter and Harry both laughed for a minute or so. They finally entered the theatre; it was dark and smelled new. There were T-shirts for sale that read "Carmen: starring Mary Jane Watson" Peter smiled, and at the same time he cringed. All of those feelings for M.J. were back in full roar and his head was cloudy again. He felt as if he were back in high school all over again, the constant questions began to plague his mind.
"Hey Pete, our seats are this way." Harry said, showing him the entrance.
The trio made their way all the way down front, passing several people who seemed to be envious of their seats. Peter smiled to himself, he felt powerful. Not that whole powerful feeling he felt when he had the costume on, but a rich powerful. It scared him for several moments. Harry sat in the middle, with Liz on his right and peter on the left, peter taking the end aisle seat. Soon enough the lights dimmed and on came several people reading off the whole background information, which peter didn't really get into. He noticed a man sitting beside Liz who had begun snapping pictures. Peter scoffed turning his head away and back toward the stage.
"And now our story continues." The man on stage said, stepping behind the curtain.
The curtains opened and there stood Mary Jane, in a ruby colored gown, her hair flowing majestically. She smiled nervously at the audience and began to talk, getting into her part. Peter remembered her for this, each time Mary Jane would get into character; her eyes would make sort of a flickering motion. She would grin, much like a small girl who had been scolded for taking snacks before dinner.
"Peter she's amazing isn't she?" Harry asked leaning over to him.
"Breathtaking." Peter answered.
It was hard for him to concentrate on the actual plot of the play, all he knew was that Mary Jane was the lead, and her character's name was Carmen. She had many suitors after her heart and didn't know which to pick.
"Figures, it's exactly like real life." He muttered to himself.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Peter replied back.
About halfway through the play, Mary Jane glanced down towards the front of the audience, and caught peters gaze. Neither of them moved, they just stared, and it seemed like they'd never escape each others stare.
"Well Carmen?" The Actor asked her.
Mary Jane did not respond. She was staring down at peter who had snapped out of his gaze. He carefully directed her attention back to the actor, and she giggled a little. She continued her part. Intermission Hit.
Harry yawned loudly.
"Pete, what do you say you and I go grab some drinks eh?" he asked.
"Sure Harry." Peter replied standing from his chair.
Peter saw the man with the camera reloading his film. He scowled a little and then followed Harry out into the lobby. Peter glanced toward two double doors near a staircase; it read "Actors and Crew Only". Peter walked past Harry and to one of the stands.
"I'll take one." Peter said to the merchant.
"We've only got smalls left." He replied.
"Fine by me." Peter said handing him the twenty-five dollars.
"Pete you're going to look ridiculous, why did you buy that thing?" Harry asked, handing him his soda.
"I've got to see her," Peter said, slipping on the shirt, which fit incredibly too small. "Just give my drink to Liz, I'm sure she's thirsty." "I already bought her a drink!" Harry yelled to him as he walked away.
"So say you got her two!" Peter yelled back, walking through the double doors.
The back room of the theatre was dark as night, several people walked through and didn't say a word to him. He pushed past a group of actors and headed towards another set of doors. One of them read "costumes".
Peter knocked softly. "M.J.?"
"Try next door, in makeup." A soft voice said from behind the door.
"Thanks" Peter replied moving down the hallway.
The Costume door opened and an orange glove gripped the door handle, slamming the door hard and following it with a small cackle.
"M.J.?" Peter asked again and the makeup room door opened.
"Peter!" a voice yelled, and then a body lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Mary Jane giggled merrily and looked up at peter, releasing him from her hug.
"It's so good to see you,.. how did you get back here?" She asked smiling widely.
"Bought a shirt, walked back here." He laughed.
She smiled again, that same smile that made him feel like he could defeat eight green goblins. He smiled back and then the director butted in.
"Intermission ends in thirty seconds." The director said.
"Well I'd better get back, Harry and Liz are waiting." Peter said
"Yeah, Maybe we can all go out for something to eat after the show." Mary Jane added.
Peter nodded and then headed back towards the main lobby. He rushed through the doors and slid the small t-shirt up and over his head, heading back toward his seat. The lights dimmed once again and he took his seat next to Harry.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"We can all go get something to eat afterwards." Peter replied with a grin.
The show started back up again and Mary Jane was astonishing. She nailed every emotion that was supposed to be there. She didn't miss a single line. She smiled every time she locked eyes with Peter. Everything seemed to be going quite smoothly. Peter glanced over to see that the photographer was not taking any pictures. He blinked several times out of curiosity and took a sip of his soda that Harry had bought for him. And then Peter felt like he was shaking.
"Spider-sense." He thought to himself. "But what's wrong?"
He glanced around the room and saw it. A small metallic object had slit the wire connecting the lighting to the ceiling. The object flew out of sight and now the real danger sense set in. The row of lights began to rapidly approach the stage floor, several screams echoing throughout the audience. Peter was on his feet, using the first row seats as leverage he leaped onto the stage, rolling a few times and then catching the lighting row as he stood up. Mary Jane glanced up at him in absolute awe and he realized what he had just done, everyone in the audience was staring at him and the photographer made a grab at his camera. Quickly Peter let the row of lights slide off of his hands and come crashing down on top of him rolling the opposite way of Mary Jane. The lights had just missed her.
"Oh my god! Peter!" She wailed, coming to his aid.
This seemed to be a mistake, because his sight was starting to blur and mold together. He coughed several times, clutching the sides of his head. He wanted nothing more than to stay awake but he was slipping into unconsciousness. Several crewmembers rushed out, lifting the lighting off of peter and they tried to help him to his feet.
"Get this kid an ambulance!" One of the crewmen yelled.
"He's going to need a lot more than that!"
Peter sluggishly lifted his head to see a glider, a purple metallic glider and a demon on top of it. It was a man in an orange hood with a cape, face paler than the dead and eyes on fire to be more exact. He cackled maniacally and threw several orange orbs, which exploded on the stage, knocking Peter, M.J., and the crewmen back and off of their feet. The audience began to flee for the doors, screaming and wailing.
"That's right! RUN! Run for your lives! Where's your Spiderman to save you?!" The orange caped terror cackled.
"He's.. Ugh.." Peter choked out, before his vision went black and he faded out into the land of unconsciousness.
With a new villain on the scene and Spiderman out of action, how can the citizens of New York possibly finish watching Mary Jane's awesome performance? What does this new villain want? What is his agenda? Sorry to cut you short guys but this is all until next chapter (Issue)! Thanks, Please review! –Peach man