- Summary -
10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable- MA
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King Of The Sting
- Symkaria - Silver Sable - Six hours ago - 7:40AM (EST) -
An elegant, silver beauty stood outside her palace in Symkaria, her long, silver locks falling down just above her waist, with her bright blue eyes determined as ever, in contrast with the gentle look of her ruby lips. Her protective, yet flexible bodysuit was made from a tensile-dense synthetic-stretch fabric, lined with kevlar along the torso, and it complimented her appearance. She had a fit, strong body, with a slim waist and a flat, strong stomach that fit perfectly with her feminine curves. The silver bodysuit she donned began halfway from her neck then from the neck down it covered and protected every inch of her body, not leaving a glimpse of skin showing, her silver figure accented with white highlights in the morning sun. Her headgear shone, mixing a perfect blend of silvers and whites, her silver hair hiding the rest of it.
Silver Sablinova aka Silver Sable, or the current Queen of Symkaria, was gearing up with the latest technology, thanks to Silver Sable International, providing the finest weaponised tech. The merc holstered dual 9mm pistols, silver in colour, holstered on each outer end of her thighs. She carried a lethal, toothed tactical knife, the silver weapon a little over half as sharp as Wolverine's adamantium claws, but just as vicious if used skillfully. She slid the hand-to-hand combat weapon into it's sheath, beside her waist on her dark-silver-grey belt. She packed a few other 'essentials' with her, including silver hand-grenades and a silver sai, the three-pronged melee weapon deadly and piercing.
Sable signaled for members of the Wild Pack to join her outside her palace, as the sound of the whirring blades of a helicopter got closer.
"Ready a small team from the Pack. This should be a quick and easy extraction, as long as we do not run into any complications in the mission. We must reclaim the target. We are heading to New York," the silver mercenary spoke to a high-ranking mercenary in her earshot, who obliged and carried out the request. Sable signaled for the helicopter to touchdown, as she made her way to it.
From the helicopter, the pilot spoke through his radio communications, "This is Grey Wolf. On station at the landing zone and will stand by."
As if on cue, a small group of mercenaries trailed their Queen and commander. Sable cursed as she stepped into the chopper, "Shit! How did I let this slip out from under my nose?" she mumbled to herself. The mercenaries followed behind her, taking their positions in the helicopter, as Sable indicated for take off.
- Spider-Man - Harlem - 01:40PM - Present Time -
Scorpion's new suit was made from a modified, highly durable titanium. Underneath, the villain had a bodysuit linked to the armour, resulting in easier control over the weapons in his suit. The bodysuit was made of a kevlar for added protection, but the weaving of the suit had been specialised, into a unique aramid build, offering the best mobility and flexibility, preventing movement hindrance. The kevlar bodysuit had been slathered and then coated in titanium for more protection and impact resistance. The visible armour was spray-painted an intimidating teal-blue colour, his figure standing out in the chaotic street. His mask looked the same as always, though, but just materialised with better tensile strength, and the bold, black, sharp wing-like designs around his eyes were sharpened around the edges, and his lenses were a see-through orange-yellow colour. Scorpion's arms had been gloved with metallic pincers, securely attached to the armour, with a devastating vice-grip, enough power to tear through a car with one clench. His most impressive feat, as guessed, is his tail. The deadly tail had been modified as well, it's size had been extended to a terrifying 25', and the whole thing had been attached to the stabiliser mounted on Gargan's back, the device becoming more of a stabilising power-pack. The tail is controlled via a cybernetic link through impulses from the spinal column, mentally controlled. Internally, the tail consists of circular plates with a matrix of steel cables, and solenoids contract and release the cables, allowing tail movement up to 110mph. Finally, the spike on the end had been greatly sharpened and made up to be a foot long in the whole 25' of the tail, but it was also needle-like from which it could release lethal venom, acid, or any other dangerous deadly in the form of a liquid.
Peter climbed up from the alleyway, now donning his new red and blue, from which he hid under his normal clothing, which he left webbed up to the side of the wall in a secure, shady area. He raced up the brick wall, banking left and used his webbing to sharply turn a corner, and he spiralled freely through the air, landing and clinging onto the side of a fire escape. Peter stuck there with his right hand above his head and clinging firmly on the side, with his right knee tucked into his gut and attached to the fire escape in line with his torso. His left leg stuck stretched out, giving him a comfortable view-point. He surveyed Scorpion through his lenses, taking note of and analysing his new movement speed, strength and armour. Peter clenched the fist of his free hand, then sprang off the fire escape, firing a short web-line to zip himself efficiently beneath the extended roof a building, now directly behind the oblivious villain. He hung upside-down in his classic position, dodging his head to the side with precision as Scorpion's tail came right back from a whiplash.
"Hey scorpy," Peter said aloud, continuing with, "I only just put you in jail a couple weeks back... maybe even... I dunno? Two? Three months ago? And you broke right out just to get captured again?" Peter still hung in the same position, waiting for a response.
Scorpion stood with his back still facing towards Spider-Man, and he smirked as he snapped his tail at a whopping speed, sweeping it in a curve as Scorpion followed the movement, turning around at the same time. Luckily, Peter reacted in time to release his webbing to drop under and floor himself low, merely, and merely indeed, dodging a crippling blow. Scorpion now stood above his prey, towering over him.
"I knew you'd catch the bait," Gargan snarled, crashing the tip of his tail into the ground where Peter lay only moments earlier.
"And I knew it was a death trap!" Peter spoke, now behind Scorpion once more, sending a flying kick to the side of Gargan's head, only to be stopped mid-way and caught in a crushing coil from Scorpion's tail.
Peter groaned and screamed in pain as he felt his insides squeezing together, his ribcage closing in on itself. Scorpion smiled as he swung him into the ground, still holding him. Some of Peter's right ribs broke upon impact, causing him to gasp for air and leaving him winded. Scorpion lifted him up again in his tail, tightening the hold. Gargan sent his right pincer across his head, injuring him and leaving him concussed. Peter saw blodges of white in his vision, and he felt his air leaving him, even more than since his ribs were crushed. Just as Peter was on the verge of blacking out, he dropped to the ground, onto his knees and hands as he desperately gasped for air.
"Not so fast now, are you? I'd kill you right here but it's too fun watching you squirm," Scorpion said, elements of self-confidence in his voice. Gargan crouched next to Spider-Man, a wide smirk on his face.
Peter collected his bearings, looking down, knowing his spider-sense will warm him of any attacks. He breathed slowly, letting the adrenaline flow out and subside before he made his move. Just as Scorpion arched his tail over Peter for a killing blow, Peter's instincts and situational awareness kicked in, only now realising his spider-sense had been buzzing in his head for a couple of seconds now. At the very last second, Peter used his webs to help himself manoeuvre out of the way in time, even if it pained him due to his previous injuries. His webs forcefully dragged him away, Scorpion's tail forming a crater in the ground, as Peter skidded and rolled on his stomach and back before he collected himself and got up on one hand and knee, his other leg tucked into his chest as he got into a crouch.
"Maccy, I've been in worse situations," Peter said, getting to his feet completely, "Nice suit, though. It's quite the upgrade."
Scorpion turned cautiously to Peter, very confused on the compliment.
Peter smirked beneath his mask, before quipping with, "Too bad you don't have the brains to use it without hurting yourself."
Angered, Gargan darted his tail straight towards Peter, the spike on the end aiming straight for Peter's chest. With astounding reflexes, the red and blue bomber dodged by diving into a roll to the side, at the same time yanking the tail to the ground. As soon as the tail slammed on the ground in a cloud of dust, Peter did not hesitate to finish it up by firing a flurry of webs onto the tail. The long weapon had been adhered to the ground, like a pencil under duct tape.
"We've been at this for nearly a decade, Scorpion. You know how this'll end for you!" Peter spoke. Scared civilians ran in and out of the scene, screaming like wild, untamed banshees, with the traffic either speeding past or stopping to a halt, noisily blowing their horns as their engines zoomed past.
Scorpion struggled, wildly thrashing his tail beneath the webbing, only managing to mildly weaken the tensile. Without hesitation, Spidey fired strings of webbing around one pincer, attempting to seal it closed. Scorpion used this to his advantage, yanking his arm back, pulling Spider-Man straight to him in mid-air. Peter kept his cool, holding onto the web tightly, and as Scorpion brought his webbed arm forward, Peter released the webbing to dodge the brutal blow, sliding under and behind Scorpion, using his momentum to his benefit.
From behind, Peter sprang into a flip towards his opponent, attempting a flying kick. Scorpion opened up his pincers to retaliate, but when Peter got close, he scissored Scorpion's arm with his legs as soon as Gargan closed the pincers, Peter avoiding a crushing grip. With Scorpion's arm between his legs, Peter spun around and used the momentum to traverse through Scorpion's body, webbing him up as he went.
Gargan felt his left arm immobile, and looked over his shoulder to see it webbed to his back, then saw his enemy doing the same on the other side of his body.
"Spider-Man!" Scorpion yelled, snapping the pincer on his right arm before it was sealed together.
Peter's webbing was caught in the snap, thus tearing it apart. With his quick thinking, Peter began from Scorpion's right shoulder, beginning a web-line from there. Scorpion protested by thrashing his right arm about, snapping his pincers at Spidey, who barely dodged each one. Peter tied the web line round and round, immobilising the right arm shoulder down. As he went along, he spun a few extra webs for security, tying his arm in knots.
"Sorry Scorpy. End of the line," Peter spoke, finally webbing his right arm to the ground.
Scorpion looked like he was trapped in a cocoon of webbing, his tail taped to the ground, his left arm stuck onto his back and his right arm webbed up on the ground. "Actually, Spider-Man, I'm not the same old Scorpion I was before. You've already seen the upgrade in my animalistic powers. But my suit's been upgraded too," Scorpion boasted with a smirk.
Peter fired a web on Gargan's lower face, sealing his mouth off. Mac Gargan could not move his mouth or project sound, but this didn't bother him. From the needle in the spike of his tail, Gargan released an acidic, burning solvent to Peter's unkown, the liquid burning off and dissolving the webbing around it. Scorpion's tail was free, and he stealthily moved it to his own body in bends and twists, due to the long size. He released more of the solvent, burning off the webbing that sealed his pincers together, his suit immune to his own 'venom'. Spider-Man had his back turned to him and was already in mid-air by the time Scorpion was free. Gargan brought a pincer to his face and tore off the webbing. He smiled and shot his tail up to Spidey, the extended reach grabbing onto his figure. The speed of the tail was much too fast for Peter to react to his spider-sense given the amount of time and his floating position where he was in the sky.
Peter was caught in the Scorpion's tail, and the mechanised criminal brought the Spider-Man hurtling down towards the ground, aiming to crush his head into the concrete. The grip from the tail crushed Peter's insides, his sides and arms already paining, his muscles screaming for help. The grip grinded against Peter's bones, snapping a few extra ribs, and causing earlier wounds to drip with blood behind his suit. The hero shrieked in pain.
This blow would be fatal - it would cause an instant-kill. Scorpion's speed increased, but Peter managed to slip a hand free from the tail coiled around his body, and just moments before impact the web wonder used all of his strength - his 10 tons lifting muscular, spider-empowered strength - to pull away the vice grip Scorpion's tough tail had him in, channeling all the strength into one arm. Peter almost broke an arm trying, but he did it. Still, Peter escaped the tail, although he was too close to the ground to safely land. In a cloud of dust, Spider-Man rolled on the ground, stinging his wounds and body and further damaging his bones.
Scorpion retracted his 25' long tail, somewhat angered from Peter's escape attempt. By now, the streets were chaotic, people either recording from afar, or running like headless chicken, with most vehicles speeding past or crashing.
Spider-Man was still floored, and Mac Gargan approached him and snarled, saying, "Bet you're missing your black suit now, aren't you? The little spy said you and it had a falling out, Parker. It's funny, even I had a better relationship with that thing... The power..."
Peter got up to his feet, dusting himself off and wincing from the pain in his side, "It's funny, you know my identity because of that thing, but even you won't expose me to the public... The confusion..."
Scorpion simply smirked, then arched his tail casually and stiffly held it in the air, then approached Peter while speaking, "If I did expose you, you'd be dead before I'd have the chance to make you suffer. There are bigger... more capable bads than me, and I want to be the one to killyou. After that, I can score double and take out that bastard Jameson, for turning me into this. This Scorpion DNA... This genetic... illness... it's killing me!"
Peter put his index finger to his mask, horizontally wiping his cheek as if wiping away a tear. "Mac..." Peter joked, "Marry me. That was beautiful. I had no idea I was that important to you."
Almost instantly, Peter shot forward at Gargan, balling a fist, aiming straight for the exposed jawline in Mac's mask. Luckily enough, the punch connected in a forceful blow, the Spider knocking the Scorpion off balance. Scorpion almost fell to the ground, but he kept on his feet with the help of his tail. Scorpion used this momentum to swing back around, sending a pincer into Spidey's face, sending him flying. Scorpion caught him with his tail, pinning Spider-Man to the ground.
"Forget this, Parker..." Scorpion mumbled to himself, then saying out loud, "If you did stop me, boss man said that's the last time he's breaking me outta prison! I'll never get my chance. Jameson's gonna get what's coming to him!" With that, Scorpion pushed a button on his gauntlet, and because of it the fluids in the cybernetic glands in his tail seemed to switch, changing the type of venom that was stored. Peter struggled to escape, but ultimately failed, as Mac held his wrists and arms down with his pincers. The animal held up his tail, looming it over Peter's body. He fired his tail down at an immense speed, the spike entering Peter's body through the side, injecting him with a fluid. Peter yelled in pain, and Scorpion picked up his prey with his tail and flung him high into the sky. Scorpion already fled while Peter was in mid-air.
Peter's whole body and all 206 bones screamed in protest when the determined web-slinger shook his head, pointing his right wrist to a nearby building. Peter's body felt extremely fatigued, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Peter brought his middle and ring finger down to his palm, pressing on his web-shooter as a long rope of webbing fired out, adhering to the corner of a skyscraper. He swung, feeling himself losing his strength and awareness.
Peter managed to speak, "Well... I guess..." Peter sighed, "St'pid trankliser! Works... better than... actchl lethal stuff... sommtimes.."
Peter felt himself slipping, so he rapidly swung over to a rooftop, releasing his web as landed on the roof, rolling as he did so. His enhanced metabolism helped keep him awake - only barely - burning through the tranquillising fluid. Peter stumbled, using the air conditioning unit and other things on the roof for support as he stood. Peter was on the verge of blacking out and sleeping, but he kept his eyes open with his willpower alone.
"Gotta... Get to the Bugle..." Peter spoke, fighting back the urge to crash and sleep.
- Scorpion - The Daily Bugle - 02:15PM -
Scorpion crawled up the side of the building, skillfully climbing with speed and efficiency. Through the windows of the building, people saw the teal-blue mercenary approaching the highest floor of the building. The people inside all began screaming and pointing, a few shocked in paralysis or fear. Desperately, as Scorpion got to the top of the building, people began to pull out their phones, calling their families and friends for some reason, and others calling up the police.
In Jameson's office, panic arose as Ned Leeds ran into the room, desperately speaking of the incident.
"Uh, boss! Jonah! The Scorpion-" Ned began, only to be interrupted when the window beside J.J. Jameson, and himself shattered, sending shards of glass flying inwards, a few of the sharp edges getting stuck in the walls around them. Panic and screaming became an uproar in this office and the surrounding rooms, as Scorpion's monstrous figure swept into the office, hanging on the wall above the shattered window.
"The Hell!?" Jameson yelled, eyes wide as he removed the cigar from his mouth in a puff of smoke, dropping it into the ashtray in front of him. "Gargan!?"
Ned had already fled and left the building as well as half the other employees in the building, leaving J.J.J. alone with Scorpion, who leapt off the side of the wall and into the shattered glass on the floor, crunching them into tinier crystals of glass, some of it scratching, but not penetrating his suit.
"Long time no see, Jonah!" Scorpion snarled, stepping closer to Jameson, panic still heard in the background, even on the streets below now. "Where's Miss Brant, huh? Or Leeds? All alone?"
"Dammit! Get out of my building, Gargan!" Jameson frantically spoke, stuck to his chair like Peter on a ceiling.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?!" Mac spoke angrily, "But you're gonna have to pay for turning me into... this! I'm dying because of it! I'd already be dead if it wasn't for the suit... or the new serum my client injected me with! A client that helps... improve me!" The Scorpion got ever so close to Jameson, lifting the old man up with his pincers, slamming him into the desk as the boss of the Bugle grunted in pain.
"You know what's ironic, Jameson? These powers you gave me, to destroy Spider-Man. The highest person on your 'most hated' list. These powers will be used against you. The person who cursed me with this. And, knowing the bug, your 'most hated', he'll be here any minute to try and stop me, if he's not sleeping on the job, that is. Not that he'll succeed. Goodbye, Jameson," Scorpion spoke, changing the venom setting in his tail to something more lethal. He arched his tail over Jameson, the spike of it only a hair's width away from in between Jameson's eyes. Scorpion pulled his tail back up into the air, and was about to go in for the kill, but as he thrusted his tail downwards, the doors to the office swung open, with S.W.A.T. officers swarming in, instantly firing at Scorpion. Ambulances had arrived outside the building, paramedics attending to the wounded outside. The surprise shots took Scorpion off balance, his tail moving slightly to the right and greatly reducing it's power. The stinger penetrated Jameson's left eye, barely spraying the neurotoxin into the socket, resulting in a scar and a flood of blood and water as Jameson shrieked in immense pain and terror.
"AAAAAH! STOP! DON'T SHOOT!" The old man yelled, his hand already covering and grasping his face as the stinger left his eye socket.
Indeed, they did all stop shooting, just as Scorpion buried his tail into the skull of the final officer, the neurotoxin causing paralysis and death to some. Scorpion tossed the paralysed body of the S.W.A.T. officer in a heap with the rest of the poisoned bodies, returning his attention to Jameson, who was still yelling in agony.
"That's what you get, when you mess with the king of the sting," Scorpion quipped, returning to Jameson. "Now, where were we?"
Like a wrecking ball, a red and blue blur came swinging into the building through the broken window, the momentum of the swing building up power as Spider-Man released his web-line and performed a flying kick to Scorpion aimlessly, firing something from his web-shooter after him. It was a tiny Spider-Drone, that crawled into his armour - it was more like a tracer, than a drone. Peter had already uploaded the schematics of the tracer and it's tracking properties to the computer in the Spider-Lab beforehand. Scorpion flew and crashed into the ground, skidding to the other side of the room. The tranquilliser had not yet worn off, instead it had increased, with Peter even falling asleep mid-swing sometimes with a few close calls. Drowsily and weakly, Peter ran over to the struggling Jameson, not saying a word as he picked him up and slumped him weakly over his shoulder. Peter could barely hold him, and was now going off willpower alone. Peter carried him over to the open window, and despite Jameson's protests, he flung him as hard as he can into the open air outside.
Obviously and naturally, Jameson screamed and plummeted down, only to find himself trapped in a web a tiny metre above the ground.
Jameson's left eye had been severely wounded, according to the paramedics who now have him in a stretcher.
"The lenses have been crushed beyond repair, the fluids mixed with some kind of neurotoxic agent. We think he's permanently blinded in the left eye," Jameson overheard.
While Peter looked out through the window, he sat down and surveyed Jameson and watched him ride away in the back of an ambulance, completely forgetting about Scorpion.
"Mac?" Scorpion heard from the radio in his ear, which he answered to while looming above Peter, not bothering to attack him just yet. He silently leapt out of Peter's earshot while he replied.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"You must return. We need to go. She's arrived in New York. We don't want you drawing any attention to us - they're dangerous. Not yet, anyway," his boss said from the other end. "Have you eliminated the target yet? He's causing too much interference."
The silence from Scorpion gave him an answer, to which the boss responded with, "Dammit, Mac! I'd do it myself, but you know about my illness. Until I find a permanent cure, I can not do anything about him! First, he interferes with Fisk and Lincoln, and then... I'll deal with you later, just get back here now!"
Scorpion reluctantly obliged and turned off his radio, making his way to the open window. He stood still to find Spider-Man lying in the glass, bloody cuts on his side and tears in his mask from where the shards sliced him. The tranquilliser finally caught up to him, and Peter was lying, dead-asleep.
"Well, maybe this was easier than I thought," Scorpion spoke, picking up the hero. With him, Scorpion exited through the window, climbing to the top of the building. With his enhanced strength, Scorpion took advantage of Peter's unconscious state, throwing him as far as possible off the building. With that, Scorpion made his way to the lair. Peter on the other hand, already blacked out from the tranquilliser, and the wind rustled and battered his bones through the slits and cuts in his blood-crusted costume as he fell. He fell through flocks of pigeons, whistling as he reached terminal velocity. Peter was oblivious to the whole thing, and was still passed out as he fell, now only around 100 feet from the terrain below him.
