Spider-Man Rising
Chapter Four
"For two weeks now, supervillains, thieves and thugs have been rioting through the streets of New York." The new reporter started. "Superheroes have started appearing all over the city, but have proved not good enough. Although most of these villains have been put away by Spider-Man, he hasn't been scene for over a week. Where are you Spider-Man?"
Peter through a beer bottle at the TV. It smashed the TV and the bottle. He had a beard now and his hair was getting longer. It had been eight days since Mary Jane's death. All the villains seemed to be teaming up now. More superheroes were coming to the city by the day.
Spider-man stood up. He stepped on his mask on the way to Mary Jane's kitchen. He pulled the fridge door open and pulled a beer out. He put his hand over the cap and ripped off the top of the bottle.
He grunted and started drinking it.
He spilt some on his costume and ignored it. He sat on the chair and skulled the rest of the beer. He threw the beer at the wall and it smashed.
Harry climbed the stairs of Mary Jane's apartment building. The Lizard came crawling around after him.
"Mary Jane!" He yelled.
Peter heard someone calling Mary Jane's name and grunted.
Harry got to her level and crashed through the door of her apartment and slammed the door shut. Peter stood up.
"What are you doing…what are you wearing?" Harry breathed heavily.
"I'm Spider-Man. Well I was." Spider-Man dropped onto the chair.
Lizard smashed through the door and Harry dived aside as he pounced.
"What are you doing?" Peter muttered. His spider sense blazed and he jumped to the ceiling.
Lizard looked at him. "Spider-Man!"
Peter dropped to the floor. "You assholes killed my girlfriend. You can't kill my best friend." Peter walked drunkenly towards Lizard. Lizard grabbed Peter's throat and through him through a door frame.
"Ouch." He stood up. Lizard started roaring as his skin started peeling. His arm dropped off and he howled.
Peter walked into the room, looking like an idiot. He held his fists up and punched the air.
"Come at me," Peter dropped to the floor and fell asleep.
Lizard wondered out the door, changing into Curt Conners.
Harry ran over to Peter and shook him
"I showed you, Conners!" He coughed.
"You smell like beer." Harry told him.
"I've been drinking."
Harry ignored it. "So you're Spider-Man?" Harry asked him.
"Was." Peter corrected him.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked him.
"MJ's dead."
Harry gaped.
Harry woke up to the sound of a shaver. It stopped and Peter walked out. He had showered, shaven and changed.
"Where you going?"
"To visit my Aunt May. I hear that where she lives, it isn't as bad." Peter wiped his shirt off and grabbed his wallet.
"I'm coming." Harry told him.
"Fine."
They got in Mary Jane's car and Peter turned the key in the ignition. They drove off down the street.
They parked out the front. Peter locked the car and they walked up to Aunt May's house and he knocked on the door. Peter smiled at his memories of this place.
Aunt May opened the door and swung a large cricket bat. Peter caught it and tore it out of her hands.
"Aunt May, it's just me." He told her.
"Peter!" She hugged him.
"Harry!" She hugged him as well.
"Come in! Hurry." She ushered them in.
"So what's it like in the city?" She asked them.
"Terrible. We were completely safe in Mary Jane's apartment." Harry told her.
"Where is Mary Jane?" Aunt May asked.
"She's…dead." Harry told her.
Peter got up. "I have to use the bathroom." He nodded and walked towards the bathroom.
Peter closed the door behind him and leaned on the bench. He looked at himself. He looked terrible, despite having shaved and showered.
He looked at his eyes and realised tears were forming. He wiped his eyes and walked out. He stopped in the hall and walked down it. He encountered his old room. His bed, comics and all his belongings were still in place. He picked up a picture of his Uncle Ben and himself and smiled. He put it down and looked around. He opened the top drawer and saw all of his clothes that were now too small. He picked up all the clothes and saw a whole bunch of web shooter cartridges.
"Oops." He whispered. He took them so Aunt May wouldn't find them and replaced the clothes. He walked back to the lounge room.
"Are you sure you want to leave? I have plenty of space." Aunt May asked Peter and Harry.
"Thanks May, but it's fine. Stay safe." Harry told her.
"I love you boys." She waved.
Peter smiled. "Get inside, Aunt May." Peter laughed and said goodbye.
Peter laid in Mary Jane's bed and remembered what it was like sleeping in bed with her.
Comfortable.
It wasn't as comfortable anymore.
"Peter!" Harry called from the lounge room. He jumped out of bed and walked to the lounge room.
"What?" He asked him.
Harry turned up the TV and nodded at it.
The Sinister Six, the Brotherhood and many other super villains are going head to head with New York's superheroes. They are greatly outmatched. We don't know how much they can handle it. Even a few more heroes would help." The news reporter said.
"So?" Peter shrugged.
Harry handed him his mask.
"Harry I told,"
"I know, you're done, and I don't blame you. But one more time wouldn't hurt." Harry told him.
"I'm sorry Harry." He grabbed the mask and tossed it onto the floor.
Harry sighed.
Four days ago...
Adrian Toomes suited up. He had helped get rid of Spider-Man about an hour ago and he hadn't showed his face since. Soon, the city was going down. He suited up ten of Kingpin's men in identical winged suits. Their orders were to fly around and tell all the villains to meet up outside of Kingpin's building and start rampaging from there.
They suited up and flew off.
The Present…
Peter had nightmares about Mary Jane. He woke up and stalked to the bathroom. He turned the light on and looked at himself. He washed his face and walked into the lounge room. Harry was on the couch, asleep. The TV was still on.
He accidentally sat on the remote and the channel changed. It showed a video of someone fixing up a camera. He was up close and laughing psychotically.
He finished adjusting it and moved. About seven hostages were tied up in a circle. The man moved in front of it and Peter gaped.
Cletus Kasady laughed.
"I have seven," He laughed more. "Participants in my experiment today." He laughed even harder.
"Psycho." Peter mumbled.
"I'm gonna test the blast radius of my bomb!" He laughed even harder than before.
"No…"
"It isn't a very big bomb." He laughed. "It'll only blow a few blocks up!" He patted their heads.
"You'll probably notice this guy as Mr. Jameson from the Daily Bugle!" He showed John Jonah Jameson on the camera.
"JJJ," Peter muttered.
"Only my good friend Spider-Man will know who this is." He started to turn the camera to someone but the channel changed.
"No!" Peter grabbed the remote from under himself and quickly changed it. Cletus had moved from the person he wanted to show. He started laughing harder, and harder.
"An hour until…BOOM!" Cletus laughed. The camera dropped and his laughter got harder and there was sounds of struggle.
Carnage appeared on screen and screamed into the camera before it cut and went back to a show.
Peter walked back to his room and stopped at the bed. He thought about the person only Spider-Man would know. He turned around.
Peter stood in the lounge room. Harry looked up, but it was dark. He switched the light on. It wasn't Peter.
It was Spider-Man.
To be continued…
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