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 #4 – Utilities
An obnoxious cackling could be heard in the distance. Peter sat up in a daze wondering where he could possibly be and who was laughing. The ground he was lying on was surprisingly gray, and sandy. A few rocks rolled from the wind that picked up, some sand lifted into the air. He looked around for any sign of his friends and found nothing but the white fog that came to greet him.
"Hello?" Peter asked.
The shadow of a figure moved into the fog, it remained silent and didn't say anything, it let out another cackle, which made peter stumble backward and onto the sandy ground again. Peter was on his feet, now irritated. He lunged at the shadow while screaming,
"What do you want?!"
A metallic green hand caught his fist before it connected. The mist began to clear and there stood his worse fear come back to life. Norman Osborn glared at him, blood still trickling down his mouth. Peter's jaw dropped, and he attempted to free himself from Norman's grasp.
"Let me go Osborn!" Peter yelped.
"Peter," He began.
Peter didn't want to hear it, he wanted to free himself and run as fast as he could. He wasn't prepared to deal with this again he needed to get away. His mind was in a haze; he was in no condition to fight.
"It's time to wake up. Its time to die."
Peter shot out of his sleep, nearly hitting his head off of one of the crewmen, who stared at him awkwardly. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he panted heavily. His legs were twisted beneath a hefty crewman. Peter glanced at him and then back to the man carrying him.
"It was a dream. Thank god it was only a dream." He sighed to himself.
His peace of mind did not last long, an orange orb flew down from the ceiling, landing in front of the crewmen and exploding instantly. This caused the men who were carrying peter to drop him hard on the floor. Peter rolled away, and made it under the large black curtain. However, he could hear the cackles, and the screaming of the people still left in side.
"Yes that's it! Scream just like that! HAHA! I LOVE IT!" "Why are you doing this?" a man yelled.
"Because I can."
Another explosion and a few screams. Peter tried not to concentrate on that, just on doing a quick change into his costume. He threw his clothing up to the ceiling and webbed it firmly. He slid on his mask and ran out from behind the curtain.
"Ah, finally!" The orange-cloaked figure yelled.
He whipped his glider around, flying towards Spiderman, a grin spreading from ear to ear on his face. Spiderman was not impressed; he quickly spun a web line and swung forward towards the villain.
"Want to tell me who you are?" Spiderman asked.
"Lets see how you do, if you can land a punch on me, then I'll tell you my name!" He screamed, throwing razor sharp objects from the inside of his cloak.
They looked like daggers, but soon lost an overcoat and were spinning rapidly towards him. That's when it hit him; they were exactly like the weapons green goblin used against him. The pumpkin bombs, the razor bats, he even had the glider. Peter grinned from under his mask.
"You call yourself a villain?" He asked as he released his web line, back flipping and avoiding two razor bats.
The bats flew off into the distance and found their home on the side of the stage. Spiderman caught another web line and brought himself up, towards the "Green Goblin knockoff".
"Your just some cheap knockoff of another Goblin I know!" Spiderman said, whipping himself around and going after the man on the glider.
"See if he would ever do this," The goblin turned around, his glider directed towards Spiderman, and he extended a hand at him.
The cloaked villains index finger began to spark and generate energy, and he grinned, there was no way of avoiding it. Spiderman tried his best to be evasive, but he was hit by a small shot of electricity. Pain tore through his body, and it seemed like he had been zapped with a thousand small jolts. He sailed towards the seats below, the pain blinding his senses. He connected with the tops of several chairs and rolled over, lost in the aisles.
"This is the Amazing Spiderman? Pfft! What a joke!" the orange-cloaked vigilante scoffed. Several photos snapped and the villain took no effort to stop it. He merely smiled, posed and began to laugh hysterically. Spiderman groaned heavily and began to sit up, and try and get himself off of the floor. He glanced up, seeing the man on the glider and the photographer snapping pictures.
"Oh that's it!" He yelled, extending a hand up toward the ceiling.
Nothing happened. He pressed down on his palm again, and no webbing emitted from his palms. Wide-eyed, Spiderman began to frantically slam on his palms, begging for his webbing to work again. (*Note* I personally did not like the fact that his webbing wasn't organic, so if this sounds a little awkward, well please excuse it, thanks.) The Goblin rip off began to throw numerous pumpkin bombs down on the ground, sending nearby seats sky high.
"Gotta move spidey! MOVE!" Spiderman yelled, diving to his right and avoiding another pumpkin bomb.
"C'mon, fight me like a man!" The cloaked villain yelled.
"Sure thing," Spiderman replied, as he leaped on top of a chair.
From the crouch, Spiderman attempted to jump at the goblin, but his agility appeared to be gone as well. He hit the carpeted floor hard, feeling blood beginning to leak from his lip. He struggled to pull himself up, groaning and listening for the goblin. The camera flashed yet again, causing Spiderman more aggression.
"This is pathetic." The goblin said, hopping off of his glider.
Spiderman rose and threw a punch but it felt hollow. The punch had no power behind it, and the goblin easily blocked it. He grinned maliciously, his red eyes glowing like wildfire and threw his own solid punch. He caught Spiderman under the chin and sent him flying backward onto the floor. Another flash of the camera.
"No strength, no speed, no webs, no clever remarks." The goblin cackled.
"Got to.. get away.. my powers aren't working!" Spiderman choked out, crawling across the floor.
Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. A shiver ran up Spiderman's spine, and he became more alert. He felt powerful again and back flipped high into the air, landing behind the goblin. He tapped the goblin on the shoulder and when he turned, he landed a rough punch square in the side of the head. The goblin sailed forward and slammed against the floor. He breathed heavily, glaring down at the goblin, he didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"What's you're name?" He demanded. "The Hobgoblin!" The goblin screamed hopping to his feet.
"So you are a rip-off." Spiderman joked.
"No, I'm more lethal than your previous goblin!" Hobgoblin laughed, throwing numerous pumpkin bombs everywhere.
Bits of plastic and metal flew everywhere, and hobgoblin was already on his glider flying out of the theatre. Spiderman was on his tail, running full force and spinning a web line and swinging closer to him.
"This is more like it." He said to himself.
Suddenly a feeling hit Spiderman, a sort of sinking nauseous feeling. He released his web line, landing heavily in the main lobby in a heap. He groaned heavily, clutching his head. He felt weak again, like his powers had been pulled right out of him. He managed to lift his head to see the Hobgoblin flying away and laughing merrily. The goblin disappeared into the streets of New York, leaving Spiderman on the floor of the lobby by himself.
"Where is he?" Harry asked Mary Jane.
"I don't know everyone got rushed out of there as quick as possible. As far as I know, the lighting crew was carrying him out. I couldn't believe he saved me!" Mary Jane exclaimed.
"Yeah! Jumping on stage like that! What a guy!" Liz remarked.
"That's Pete for you, always putting on a show." Harry added.
"Did you guys order already?" a voice asked from behind them.
Peter walked up to them, his white dress shirt snugly buttoned. A cut on the corner of his mouth was clearly visible, and it was questioned when he took a seat beside them. He explained it was from the lighting; one of the bulbs had come loose and smacked him in the face.
"You okay?" Mary Jane asked him.
"I am now. I'm starving though." Peter replied back.
"Excuse me, Sir, I just wanted to know if I could get an interview." A man said from behind peter.
Peter turned to see the same photographer from earlier. He was smiling cleverly and had a notepad and pen out. He was a big guy, with a body builder stature.
"No thanks." Peter replied turning back to his friends and his dinner menu.
"You sure? I got some great pictures, even some of Spiderman." The man added.
"I said no thanks." Peter snapped.
"Your loss Pete. I'll do an interview." Harry said. "What's your name?"
"Eddie. Eddie Brock." The photographer said.
"Look Brock, how about you take a hike." Peter said again.
"Wait a minute, your Peter parker aren't you? The guy Jameson fired for such garbage pictures!" Eddie screamed.
Peter could feel his adrenaline rushing, but with his spider powers on the fritz, he didn't dare attempt to fight this guy. His best bet was to just let it slide.
"Peter, ignore him. Lets just have a nice dinner." Mary Jane said.
"Sounds fine by me." Peter replied.
"Worked out better for me anyway, I can take all the pictures of Spiderman I want now. Better than the ones this loser ever took." Brock added in again.
"Look back off of my friend." Harry said, a little bit of anger in his voice.
Brock backed off and gradually found someone else to interview. The four resumed their peaceful dinner and all of them ate plenty. Before peter knew it, the night was over, and Mary Jane needed to catch her cab home. He walked her to the curb and the two stood silent, awaiting a yellow cab.
"Sorry M.J. you know about the play." Peter finally said.
"Don't worry about it, you didn't know. I'm just thankful that you saved my life. Peter your always saving me." She said, her voice kind of trailing off.
He wanted to but couldn't. So many factors were in his way, all of those same old questions about putting his loved ones in danger. At the same time his body was telling him to kiss her, to just step forward and hold her. His brain was fighting back though, and causing his body to kind of shift back and forth.
"Are you alright?" M.J. asked. "Yeah, I just. I.." He trailed off.
The cab pulled up and peter reached forward grabbing the backseat handle. He opened the door carefully as to not hit her, and then made eye contact. She smiled, and he returned it.
"Thanks for coming." She said.
"Thank you for inviting me." He said.
The two hugged and she entered the cab, speeding off into the distance. Harry and Liz had taken off for the night, so this left peter to ponder what to do next. He figured some web slinging was out, since his powers had begun acting up earlier. He turned the opposite way and began to head for his apartment, hoping for a decent nights sleep.
Things are starting to heat up with peter and Mary Jane again. But as Peter said before, he cannot jeopardize her life because of his secret guise as Spiderman. Now with Hobgoblin to tangle with and his powers against him, how can peter put a stop to the menace in orange? Find out what happens next chapter (issue)! Thanks, please review --Peachman
--Peachman
Spiderman Issue #4 – Utilities
An obnoxious cackling could be heard in the distance. Peter sat up in a daze wondering where he could possibly be and who was laughing. The ground he was lying on was surprisingly gray, and sandy. A few rocks rolled from the wind that picked up, some sand lifted into the air. He looked around for any sign of his friends and found nothing but the white fog that came to greet him.
"Hello?" Peter asked.
The shadow of a figure moved into the fog, it remained silent and didn't say anything, it let out another cackle, which made peter stumble backward and onto the sandy ground again. Peter was on his feet, now irritated. He lunged at the shadow while screaming,
"What do you want?!"
A metallic green hand caught his fist before it connected. The mist began to clear and there stood his worse fear come back to life. Norman Osborn glared at him, blood still trickling down his mouth. Peter's jaw dropped, and he attempted to free himself from Norman's grasp.
"Let me go Osborn!" Peter yelped.
"Peter," He began.
Peter didn't want to hear it, he wanted to free himself and run as fast as he could. He wasn't prepared to deal with this again he needed to get away. His mind was in a haze; he was in no condition to fight.
"It's time to wake up. Its time to die."
Peter shot out of his sleep, nearly hitting his head off of one of the crewmen, who stared at him awkwardly. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he panted heavily. His legs were twisted beneath a hefty crewman. Peter glanced at him and then back to the man carrying him.
"It was a dream. Thank god it was only a dream." He sighed to himself.
His peace of mind did not last long, an orange orb flew down from the ceiling, landing in front of the crewmen and exploding instantly. This caused the men who were carrying peter to drop him hard on the floor. Peter rolled away, and made it under the large black curtain. However, he could hear the cackles, and the screaming of the people still left in side.
"Yes that's it! Scream just like that! HAHA! I LOVE IT!" "Why are you doing this?" a man yelled.
"Because I can."
Another explosion and a few screams. Peter tried not to concentrate on that, just on doing a quick change into his costume. He threw his clothing up to the ceiling and webbed it firmly. He slid on his mask and ran out from behind the curtain.
"Ah, finally!" The orange-cloaked figure yelled.
He whipped his glider around, flying towards Spiderman, a grin spreading from ear to ear on his face. Spiderman was not impressed; he quickly spun a web line and swung forward towards the villain.
"Want to tell me who you are?" Spiderman asked.
"Lets see how you do, if you can land a punch on me, then I'll tell you my name!" He screamed, throwing razor sharp objects from the inside of his cloak.
They looked like daggers, but soon lost an overcoat and were spinning rapidly towards him. That's when it hit him; they were exactly like the weapons green goblin used against him. The pumpkin bombs, the razor bats, he even had the glider. Peter grinned from under his mask.
"You call yourself a villain?" He asked as he released his web line, back flipping and avoiding two razor bats.
The bats flew off into the distance and found their home on the side of the stage. Spiderman caught another web line and brought himself up, towards the "Green Goblin knockoff".
"Your just some cheap knockoff of another Goblin I know!" Spiderman said, whipping himself around and going after the man on the glider.
"See if he would ever do this," The goblin turned around, his glider directed towards Spiderman, and he extended a hand at him.
The cloaked villains index finger began to spark and generate energy, and he grinned, there was no way of avoiding it. Spiderman tried his best to be evasive, but he was hit by a small shot of electricity. Pain tore through his body, and it seemed like he had been zapped with a thousand small jolts. He sailed towards the seats below, the pain blinding his senses. He connected with the tops of several chairs and rolled over, lost in the aisles.
"This is the Amazing Spiderman? Pfft! What a joke!" the orange-cloaked vigilante scoffed. Several photos snapped and the villain took no effort to stop it. He merely smiled, posed and began to laugh hysterically. Spiderman groaned heavily and began to sit up, and try and get himself off of the floor. He glanced up, seeing the man on the glider and the photographer snapping pictures.
"Oh that's it!" He yelled, extending a hand up toward the ceiling.
Nothing happened. He pressed down on his palm again, and no webbing emitted from his palms. Wide-eyed, Spiderman began to frantically slam on his palms, begging for his webbing to work again. (*Note* I personally did not like the fact that his webbing wasn't organic, so if this sounds a little awkward, well please excuse it, thanks.) The Goblin rip off began to throw numerous pumpkin bombs down on the ground, sending nearby seats sky high.
"Gotta move spidey! MOVE!" Spiderman yelled, diving to his right and avoiding another pumpkin bomb.
"C'mon, fight me like a man!" The cloaked villain yelled.
"Sure thing," Spiderman replied, as he leaped on top of a chair.
From the crouch, Spiderman attempted to jump at the goblin, but his agility appeared to be gone as well. He hit the carpeted floor hard, feeling blood beginning to leak from his lip. He struggled to pull himself up, groaning and listening for the goblin. The camera flashed yet again, causing Spiderman more aggression.
"This is pathetic." The goblin said, hopping off of his glider.
Spiderman rose and threw a punch but it felt hollow. The punch had no power behind it, and the goblin easily blocked it. He grinned maliciously, his red eyes glowing like wildfire and threw his own solid punch. He caught Spiderman under the chin and sent him flying backward onto the floor. Another flash of the camera.
"No strength, no speed, no webs, no clever remarks." The goblin cackled.
"Got to.. get away.. my powers aren't working!" Spiderman choked out, crawling across the floor.
Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. A shiver ran up Spiderman's spine, and he became more alert. He felt powerful again and back flipped high into the air, landing behind the goblin. He tapped the goblin on the shoulder and when he turned, he landed a rough punch square in the side of the head. The goblin sailed forward and slammed against the floor. He breathed heavily, glaring down at the goblin, he didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"What's you're name?" He demanded. "The Hobgoblin!" The goblin screamed hopping to his feet.
"So you are a rip-off." Spiderman joked.
"No, I'm more lethal than your previous goblin!" Hobgoblin laughed, throwing numerous pumpkin bombs everywhere.
Bits of plastic and metal flew everywhere, and hobgoblin was already on his glider flying out of the theatre. Spiderman was on his tail, running full force and spinning a web line and swinging closer to him.
"This is more like it." He said to himself.
Suddenly a feeling hit Spiderman, a sort of sinking nauseous feeling. He released his web line, landing heavily in the main lobby in a heap. He groaned heavily, clutching his head. He felt weak again, like his powers had been pulled right out of him. He managed to lift his head to see the Hobgoblin flying away and laughing merrily. The goblin disappeared into the streets of New York, leaving Spiderman on the floor of the lobby by himself.
"Where is he?" Harry asked Mary Jane.
"I don't know everyone got rushed out of there as quick as possible. As far as I know, the lighting crew was carrying him out. I couldn't believe he saved me!" Mary Jane exclaimed.
"Yeah! Jumping on stage like that! What a guy!" Liz remarked.
"That's Pete for you, always putting on a show." Harry added.
"Did you guys order already?" a voice asked from behind them.
Peter walked up to them, his white dress shirt snugly buttoned. A cut on the corner of his mouth was clearly visible, and it was questioned when he took a seat beside them. He explained it was from the lighting; one of the bulbs had come loose and smacked him in the face.
"You okay?" Mary Jane asked him.
"I am now. I'm starving though." Peter replied back.
"Excuse me, Sir, I just wanted to know if I could get an interview." A man said from behind peter.
Peter turned to see the same photographer from earlier. He was smiling cleverly and had a notepad and pen out. He was a big guy, with a body builder stature.
"No thanks." Peter replied turning back to his friends and his dinner menu.
"You sure? I got some great pictures, even some of Spiderman." The man added.
"I said no thanks." Peter snapped.
"Your loss Pete. I'll do an interview." Harry said. "What's your name?"
"Eddie. Eddie Brock." The photographer said.
"Look Brock, how about you take a hike." Peter said again.
"Wait a minute, your Peter parker aren't you? The guy Jameson fired for such garbage pictures!" Eddie screamed.
Peter could feel his adrenaline rushing, but with his spider powers on the fritz, he didn't dare attempt to fight this guy. His best bet was to just let it slide.
"Peter, ignore him. Lets just have a nice dinner." Mary Jane said.
"Sounds fine by me." Peter replied.
"Worked out better for me anyway, I can take all the pictures of Spiderman I want now. Better than the ones this loser ever took." Brock added in again.
"Look back off of my friend." Harry said, a little bit of anger in his voice.
Brock backed off and gradually found someone else to interview. The four resumed their peaceful dinner and all of them ate plenty. Before peter knew it, the night was over, and Mary Jane needed to catch her cab home. He walked her to the curb and the two stood silent, awaiting a yellow cab.
"Sorry M.J. you know about the play." Peter finally said.
"Don't worry about it, you didn't know. I'm just thankful that you saved my life. Peter your always saving me." She said, her voice kind of trailing off.
He wanted to but couldn't. So many factors were in his way, all of those same old questions about putting his loved ones in danger. At the same time his body was telling him to kiss her, to just step forward and hold her. His brain was fighting back though, and causing his body to kind of shift back and forth.
"Are you alright?" M.J. asked. "Yeah, I just. I.." He trailed off.
The cab pulled up and peter reached forward grabbing the backseat handle. He opened the door carefully as to not hit her, and then made eye contact. She smiled, and he returned it.
"Thanks for coming." She said.
"Thank you for inviting me." He said.
The two hugged and she entered the cab, speeding off into the distance. Harry and Liz had taken off for the night, so this left peter to ponder what to do next. He figured some web slinging was out, since his powers had begun acting up earlier. He turned the opposite way and began to head for his apartment, hoping for a decent nights sleep.
Things are starting to heat up with peter and Mary Jane again. But as Peter said before, he cannot jeopardize her life because of his secret guise as Spiderman. Now with Hobgoblin to tangle with and his powers against him, how can peter put a stop to the menace in orange? Find out what happens next chapter (issue)! Thanks, please review --Peachman