Great Powers & Responsibilities Part 5

Peter hesitated. This was what his aunt always warned him about: never get into a stranger's car.

"Uh, why do we need to talk?"

"Your father's briefcase. We gave that to you."

"Who's we?" Peter asked.

"Get in and we'll explain." replied the man.

Well, it can't hurt, I guess.

Peter climbed into the back and sat down. The man sat down in the driver's seat and said two words: "Hold on."

"What?" Peter then felt the car accelerate with the power of a jet. He was thrown into the back of the car, since he hadn't buckled up in time.

"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed.

"Calm down! It'll be over in a few seconds!" replied the driver. The car stopped a few seconds later, just like the driver said. Peter, who was extremely mad, burst out of the car by ripping one of the doors off of it's hinges.

"What the HELL was that?!" screamed Peter.

The driver just laughed. "The newest S.H.I.E.L.D. technology. Jet propulsion small enough to fit in an exhaust pipe. Good for making a quick getaway."

"You're insane! I'm leaving!" Peter started walking away.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"We're 1,000 feet up above the city."

"WHAT?!"

"Follow me."

The man started walking away. Peter reluctantly followed.

"Stop."

"What?" Peter said. Just before he walked off of an edge, his spider sense warned him to stop walking immediately. "WOAH!"

There was a ledge, and then nothing but air. They were thousands of feet in the air, and Peter could see Manhattan way down below. The skyscrapers looked like toys to him.

"What the... how?" Peter couldn't complete his sentence. Then, the balding man spoke again. "Let's get inside. Nick Fury and I want to talk."

"What's your name?" Peter asked.

"Phil Coulson. Now come on."

"Where are we?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The Helicarrier."


"Otto."

Dr. Otto Octavius flinched. He looked around, and finally saw Norman Osborn walking towards him.

"Oh, Mr. Osborn... Wha- what do you need?"

"How close is project SOLAR to being finished?"

Otto gulped. "Well, the blueprints were just finished. We're currently gathering the resources to build the machine. We are lacking one thing, however."

"What would that be?" Norman asked.

"Tritium. In order for the fusion reaction to work, I need at least five ounces of tritium."

Norman laughed. "Otto, Otto, Otto... do you think I can just wave a magic wand and have a precious metal appear right before your very eyes? Tritium isn't a very common metal anymore. I believe I read somewhere that there's only 25 pounds in total on the whole planet."

"But you agreed to fund my project..."

"I agreed to fund the $1.5 million build. I didn't agree to put an approximate $4.87 million dent in my bank account by buying the rarest metal on earth. Don't screw up, Otto, or I'll remove you from the project."

Otto was shocked. "But it's my design!"

"And it's my company. Don't screw up." Norman Osborn said before walking away from Otto, who was slowly filling with rage.

"He can't bully me like that! I'm twice the man he is, and he doesn't realize it!"

Otto walked over to another one of his inventions. He ran his hand across the smooth titanium it was made of.

"My greatest creation..." he said, admiring his personal favorite invention before walking away and calling someone to discuss the construction of Project SOLAR.


"Peter Benjamin Parker. You're 16... 17 in a month, huh?"

"Uh... yes sir."

Nick Fury laughed. "Don't be nervous, kid. We're the good guys."

Peter looked at the bald black man with an eye patch sitting across from him. "How do you know who I am?"

"We know who most people are. We know about you, your best friend Harry Osborn, your girlfriend Mary Jane Watson..."

Peter blushed. "She's not my girlfriend."

Nick laughed again. "Right. You recently realized you were interested in the Gwen Stacy girl."

"How did you know?!"

"Like I said, we know everything. We're basically the body guard for the government. S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. We operate in order to detect threats to the government, such as super-powered beings and terrorist groups. If they present a problem, we put a stop to them. We keep track of every person you have ever come into contact with, just to make sure they don't know about you."

"So am I under arrest or something?" Peter asked.

"No, no, not at all. We're here to tell you to keep it up."

"What?" Peter was confused.

"Well we know you're the spider man. Hmm... that's a good name. Spider-Man. Use that."

"OK..."

"Anyway, we know it was you who stopped those men shooting at pedestrians. Flint Marko, Alex O'Hirn, and Mac Gargan. We've been looking all over the city for these guys, and you took them down in one go. We wanted to thank you for stopping them and we want you to keep being a hero."

"Why?" Peter asked.

"Because you're one of few people who would use those powers for good. If any of the three men you stopped got your powers, they would be on a rampage."

Peter looked down at his lap, slightly smiling and silently congratulating himself for being the good guy.

"OK, well you have to go. You have school. Goodbye, Parker. I'll see you soon."


Author's Note:

Holy crap, guys. I'm soooooo sorry for taking so long to release a chapter. I just got caught up with school and sports and maintaining a relationship and recording videos for a YouTube channel I'm making, and I even have another story I'm working on... I've been busy. I hope it'll never take me that long to release a chapter again. Well, that's it for now. Until next time!