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,
-Peach man
Spiderman Issue #12 –Polarities
At Peter and Harry's apartment, things were very cold and empty. Harry hadn't been home in days and didn't care much to call. Peter had been out fighting crime so he wasn't around much either. The telephone rang, several times, each ring echoing throughout the apartment. After the twelfth ring, the answering service picked up.
"Hey you've reached Harry Osborne and Peter Parker, leave a message after the beep."
A small tone sounded and the voice of a young female answered.
"Peter? It's me M.J.. I was just calling because... I got the part! They thought I was so good and tonight they're having a party to celebrate the final casting. I was wondering if you'd want to go, it would be another great night...well, give me a call when you get this. Okay? Bye!"
The last sound in the apartment was Mary Jane's voice trailing off with bye; it seemed to travel all the way up the stairs and into Peter's room, only to be drowned out by the traffic sounds from the window.
Spiderman's body launched through the air, the wind propelling him forward and past the buildings surrounding him. He let the wind embrace him, and allowed his body to fall for a few seconds before catching himself with a web line. In the past few minutes everything had become clear to him, and a lot more dangerous.
If Osborn had just left his goblin equipment around that means anybody could keep stealing components and becoming super villains. So he made this his new objective; find the goblin technology and destroy it, regardless of who stands in his way. He grinned somewhat under his mask actually wondering why he was talking to himself.
Several moments later he arrived at the old Oscorp office building, a big gaping hole was visible, and several boards were holding it up. It seems that had begun re-construction with the building, most of the top seemed secured. He landed above the hole, crawling down and letting his head peek in to see if anyone was there.
"All clear." He said to himself.
Spiderman's body dropped in, landing cautiously, his fingers clenched in a tight fist. The floor of the building was cracked deep; it looked like it had been around for several hundred years. Several doors were missing and glass panes lie on the floor waiting to be installed. Whatever it was that exploded that day was something big.
He began to walk down the hallway, his head scanning every inch. Doors were missing and windows were broken, an eerie cold chill drifted through the air, shifting past Spiderman and choking him with its grasp. He shivered a little and took the left when he arrived to the end of the corner. He had two possible ways to go; an elevator or another hallway full of empty broken lab rooms. He had a hunch that wherever the goblin technology was it was in safekeeping, and not around here.
He stopped at the elevator, examining the building map, it read as follows.
Floor 6: Laboratories Floor 5: Communications Floor 4: Offices Floor 3: Computer Laboratories Floor 2: Break Room, Cafeteria Floor 1:Entrance BF1: (Access to Personnel: Denied.)
"Bingo." Spiderman said to himself.
He stepped up to the double metal doors and dug his fingers into the middle. Slowly he began to pull his fingers and drag the doors away from each other. The screech of metal burned Spiderman's ears, but he continued. After some more applied strength, the two doors slammed back in their slots, and the empty elevator shaft greeted Spiderman.
"No place to go but down." He said.
He extended his hand, a web line caught the top of the elevator shaft and he began his descent down into the darkness. For some reason his eyes were having a terrible time adjusting, and his hands were becoming sweaty. A deep breath let out and he drew in another, trying to desperately calm himself down. He was approaching the fifth floor when his feet touched down on something solid.
For a few seconds he paused and tried to figure out what it was. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Elevator shaft equals elevator. He released the web line and landed solidly on the top of the elevator. For the first time he noticed the long black cord that led back to the ceiling. He must have been hugging the right side of the vent to not come in contact with it.
He began to search with his hands for some opening in the elevator, and found a small panel, which he ripped off. Below the panel, the ceiling of the elevator was lined with a glass mirror, and he didn't hesitate to kick down. The panel slid out and shattered on the elevator below, and the web crawler slowly slid down the elevator clinging to the side and hopping out.
With the elevator out of the way, the rest of the shaft was open and he could free fall if he wanted. He decided against this, just incase his powers decided to act up again. He had almost forgotten all about that, it had been a while since his powers went wacky. Swinging through the streets was pretty much normal again, now that the episodes didn't occur as much. He shook his head turning his attention back to reality and this cold murky unknown, glancing around for the next lighted space. Slowly he was lowering himself with the webbing he had connected to the bottom of the elevator. He was almost near the fourth floor when he heard a scraping noise from above him.
"What the?"
Another loud scrape, and a snapping noise. Several sparks flew through the air as the elevator dropped from its place and began to sail downward towards Spiderman. His eyes widened as they made out the shape of the elevator and he released the web line.
Survival was the only thing that crossed his mind; he began creating web lines and pulling himself downward, trying to outfall the elevator that was gaining behind him. He could hear it slam into the wall, more sparks flying and lighting up the darkness, and his heart raced frantically. He was now pulling and heaving with all of his might, propelling himself down towards the bottom, faster and faster.
He had actually gained a few feet on the elevator, and it had shifted towards the right, skidding against the wall and slowing itself down. Spiderman hit the ground hard, his feet screaming in pain. This didn't stop him from running to the right, frantically searching for the door. He felt around for a crack of some kind but found nothing. There was no door. On every other floor, there were doors located on the right side of the shaft, but there wasn't one on the basement floor.
"You've got to be kidding me!!" Spiderman screamed, pounding on the door.
The elevator continued its descent, much slower than before, but still with enough speed to crush the webbed wonder. Then it occurred to him. The other side. The opposite side of the elevator shaft, of course. They put it on the opposite side just incase any employees tried to come down there.
Immediately, Spiderman raced to the opposite side and dug his fingers into the middle of the wall, prying with all of his might. The doors flew open, dust kicking up, and Spiderman dove through the opening just as the elevator crashed beside him.
"Thank...God." Spiderman gasped, holding his chest.
The elevator settled, the dust had finally cleared and the web crawler was introduced to a new hallway. It was dimly lit, small lights located every fifteen feet. Quickly but cautiously he made his way down the hallway, sticking close to the left side, away from the lights. This was extremely weird; it wasn't like him to do things like this, to actually look for clues like some sort of detective.
"Yeah, I'm not batman." He said to himself.
Something else began to gnaw at his attention. Curt Conners. What if he found Conners down here, dead? How would he explain that to the authorities without further making himself look like a criminal? As if Jameson didn't do that well enough for him already.
The hallway ended at a short fork. On the left there was a small sign with an arrow, titled "Conference." The right arrow said "Testing." He figured testing was the best place to go, as it would have the one thing he was looking for.
"Better go." Spiderman said softly.
He walked down the right hallway that emptied into a huge room filled with tables, diagrams and machinery lie on top of them. In the far northeast corner of the room, sat a central computer surrounded by several other smaller computers, all hooked together by multiple cords.
The north west corner of the room was fenced off with metal poles, several other pieces of machinery lie beyond those barriers. All along the southern walls, there were shelves and boxes full of small gadgets and technology, wires hung from various places and steam hissed from the generator buried deep in buckets of tools.
In the center of the room there was a giant metal pole, which ran up into the ceiling. On the pole there were hooks coming out which held several lab coats and a dark orange cloak. More shockingly, at the bottom of the pole tied up and battered Dr. Conners laid there emotionless.
"Curt!" Spiderman yelled.
Curt's face rose, his expression immediately springing to life. "Spiderman!"
"Oh thank god your alive." Spiderman began.
"Thank you for coming for me. I have been here for such a long time." Conners whimpered.
"Sorry it took so long for me to find you, I've been kind of busy." He added.
"Don't worry about it, I just want to go home. That freak has tortured me long enough." Conners said.
"I need you to help me with something." Spiderman said, as he finished untying the beaten up scientist.
"Anything."
"We need to destroy the goblin data files. I can't allow anyone else to follow the green goblin path." Spiderman said.
"Certainly, I know where the goblin keeps his data files." Curt answered.
The two rushed to the computers in the northeast corner, and Conners instructed Spiderman. He began clicking through multiple files in search of the information.
"Okay and its in the folder on the left, the one that says GSIM." He said.
"Okay...File...delete..." Spiderman said, clicking the options.
The files were now gone from the computer, emptied from the recycle bin and forever forgotten. The two found a spare glider in the metal barricade and worked together to disassemble it. Within a half hour they had removed the components and tossed them into the scrap heap.
"So, do you mind telling me what happened after he kidnapped you?" Spiderman asked.
"Certainly." Conners began. "I blacked out from the shock of being that high up, and when I woke up, I was tied to this exact pole. The hobgoblin went off in this speal about how he was going to bring you down once and for all, and how he wasn't going to make any mistakes, and how I was going to help him."
"I see." Spiderman said.
"So he had me slaving away each day to build him the ultimate glider. It was huge, possibly the biggest thing I've ever had to work on. Mind you I'm not good with mechanics or any of that, just in genetics. Although his assistant was a mechanical genius." Conners added.
He continued, "She helped more than I did, and when I was too tired, I was beaten by the both of them. Relentlessly. Hobgoblin barely fed me, but when he did I conserved it. Every time he came here from a battle with you he was furious, and would take the aggression out on me. I can't tell you how happy I am that you're here."
"Well don't worry, it will be alright now." Spiderman said, patting him on the back.
Conners broke down for a few minutes, crying silently and Spiderman attempted to comfort him. He convinced him it was time to leave, and the two started for the door, their job finished. As they neared the exit, a figure stepped in their way.
"Going somewhere?" She asked.
She had long blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, which extended toward her middle back. She was very lean and somewhat short, she glared up at Spiderman with anger filled eyes.
"You aren't going anywhere webs! After what you put dear Roderick through! I'll make you PAY!" She screamed.
With that she landed a swift punch in the web slinger's face. He stumbled backwards, releasing conners and was caught by another punch to the face. Spiderman raised his head just in time to see her heeled foot land swiftly into his stomach.
"That's her! That's the woman Spiderman! Stop her!" Curt screamed.
The woman was on the offensive again, and Spiderman caught her foot this time, flipping her over. She landed hard on her stomach, letting out a gasp of protest. She attempted to stand again, but her feet were webbed together, and she found herself dangling upside down over the ceiling. Spiderman had found a spare pole that extended from one wall to another, and made this the woman's home.
"Happy?" He asked.
"You lanky pig headed little AS-" She began.
Her mouth was webbed as well, and Spiderman chuckled under his mask.
"You must be Karen Masters." He said to her.
She said nothing, just glared at him malice pumping through her veins.
"I'll take that as a yes." Curt conners said chuckling.
"You see curt, Hobgoblin's really just a mobster. His name's Roderick Kingsley, and he's been running crime syndicates for years. This is his little accomplice." Spiderman chuckled tapping her on the head.
Karen growled in protest, trying to break free of the webbing and it wasn't going to happen.
"Tell goblin to give up the ugly yellow mask, all of his equipment is toast anyhow." Spiderman said to Karen.
The two began to walk towards the exit once again and this time were greeted with an even more terrifying figure. It was Roderick Kingsley.
"Oh it is?" Kingsley sneered "Then maybe I'll have to get payment from you. And I think its going to come out of your hide."
From the pocket of his suit, he pulled out a small pumpkin bomb; it gleamed in the lighting and reflected the face of Kingsley, which was twisted in hate.
It seems the stage is set for the most dangerous showdown young Spiderman's had to face as of yet. A few dozen feet below the surface, Spiderman is face to face with his wicked adversary in close quarters, with dozens of bombs surrounding them. With the stakes so high and the chance for survival so low, how will the wall crawler make it out of this one? Keep reading to find out! Thanks, please review, --Peach man
-Peach man
Spiderman Issue #12 –Polarities
At Peter and Harry's apartment, things were very cold and empty. Harry hadn't been home in days and didn't care much to call. Peter had been out fighting crime so he wasn't around much either. The telephone rang, several times, each ring echoing throughout the apartment. After the twelfth ring, the answering service picked up.
"Hey you've reached Harry Osborne and Peter Parker, leave a message after the beep."
A small tone sounded and the voice of a young female answered.
"Peter? It's me M.J.. I was just calling because... I got the part! They thought I was so good and tonight they're having a party to celebrate the final casting. I was wondering if you'd want to go, it would be another great night...well, give me a call when you get this. Okay? Bye!"
The last sound in the apartment was Mary Jane's voice trailing off with bye; it seemed to travel all the way up the stairs and into Peter's room, only to be drowned out by the traffic sounds from the window.
Spiderman's body launched through the air, the wind propelling him forward and past the buildings surrounding him. He let the wind embrace him, and allowed his body to fall for a few seconds before catching himself with a web line. In the past few minutes everything had become clear to him, and a lot more dangerous.
If Osborn had just left his goblin equipment around that means anybody could keep stealing components and becoming super villains. So he made this his new objective; find the goblin technology and destroy it, regardless of who stands in his way. He grinned somewhat under his mask actually wondering why he was talking to himself.
Several moments later he arrived at the old Oscorp office building, a big gaping hole was visible, and several boards were holding it up. It seems that had begun re-construction with the building, most of the top seemed secured. He landed above the hole, crawling down and letting his head peek in to see if anyone was there.
"All clear." He said to himself.
Spiderman's body dropped in, landing cautiously, his fingers clenched in a tight fist. The floor of the building was cracked deep; it looked like it had been around for several hundred years. Several doors were missing and glass panes lie on the floor waiting to be installed. Whatever it was that exploded that day was something big.
He began to walk down the hallway, his head scanning every inch. Doors were missing and windows were broken, an eerie cold chill drifted through the air, shifting past Spiderman and choking him with its grasp. He shivered a little and took the left when he arrived to the end of the corner. He had two possible ways to go; an elevator or another hallway full of empty broken lab rooms. He had a hunch that wherever the goblin technology was it was in safekeeping, and not around here.
He stopped at the elevator, examining the building map, it read as follows.
Floor 6: Laboratories Floor 5: Communications Floor 4: Offices Floor 3: Computer Laboratories Floor 2: Break Room, Cafeteria Floor 1:Entrance BF1: (Access to Personnel: Denied.)
"Bingo." Spiderman said to himself.
He stepped up to the double metal doors and dug his fingers into the middle. Slowly he began to pull his fingers and drag the doors away from each other. The screech of metal burned Spiderman's ears, but he continued. After some more applied strength, the two doors slammed back in their slots, and the empty elevator shaft greeted Spiderman.
"No place to go but down." He said.
He extended his hand, a web line caught the top of the elevator shaft and he began his descent down into the darkness. For some reason his eyes were having a terrible time adjusting, and his hands were becoming sweaty. A deep breath let out and he drew in another, trying to desperately calm himself down. He was approaching the fifth floor when his feet touched down on something solid.
For a few seconds he paused and tried to figure out what it was. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Elevator shaft equals elevator. He released the web line and landed solidly on the top of the elevator. For the first time he noticed the long black cord that led back to the ceiling. He must have been hugging the right side of the vent to not come in contact with it.
He began to search with his hands for some opening in the elevator, and found a small panel, which he ripped off. Below the panel, the ceiling of the elevator was lined with a glass mirror, and he didn't hesitate to kick down. The panel slid out and shattered on the elevator below, and the web crawler slowly slid down the elevator clinging to the side and hopping out.
With the elevator out of the way, the rest of the shaft was open and he could free fall if he wanted. He decided against this, just incase his powers decided to act up again. He had almost forgotten all about that, it had been a while since his powers went wacky. Swinging through the streets was pretty much normal again, now that the episodes didn't occur as much. He shook his head turning his attention back to reality and this cold murky unknown, glancing around for the next lighted space. Slowly he was lowering himself with the webbing he had connected to the bottom of the elevator. He was almost near the fourth floor when he heard a scraping noise from above him.
"What the?"
Another loud scrape, and a snapping noise. Several sparks flew through the air as the elevator dropped from its place and began to sail downward towards Spiderman. His eyes widened as they made out the shape of the elevator and he released the web line.
Survival was the only thing that crossed his mind; he began creating web lines and pulling himself downward, trying to outfall the elevator that was gaining behind him. He could hear it slam into the wall, more sparks flying and lighting up the darkness, and his heart raced frantically. He was now pulling and heaving with all of his might, propelling himself down towards the bottom, faster and faster.
He had actually gained a few feet on the elevator, and it had shifted towards the right, skidding against the wall and slowing itself down. Spiderman hit the ground hard, his feet screaming in pain. This didn't stop him from running to the right, frantically searching for the door. He felt around for a crack of some kind but found nothing. There was no door. On every other floor, there were doors located on the right side of the shaft, but there wasn't one on the basement floor.
"You've got to be kidding me!!" Spiderman screamed, pounding on the door.
The elevator continued its descent, much slower than before, but still with enough speed to crush the webbed wonder. Then it occurred to him. The other side. The opposite side of the elevator shaft, of course. They put it on the opposite side just incase any employees tried to come down there.
Immediately, Spiderman raced to the opposite side and dug his fingers into the middle of the wall, prying with all of his might. The doors flew open, dust kicking up, and Spiderman dove through the opening just as the elevator crashed beside him.
"Thank...God." Spiderman gasped, holding his chest.
The elevator settled, the dust had finally cleared and the web crawler was introduced to a new hallway. It was dimly lit, small lights located every fifteen feet. Quickly but cautiously he made his way down the hallway, sticking close to the left side, away from the lights. This was extremely weird; it wasn't like him to do things like this, to actually look for clues like some sort of detective.
"Yeah, I'm not batman." He said to himself.
Something else began to gnaw at his attention. Curt Conners. What if he found Conners down here, dead? How would he explain that to the authorities without further making himself look like a criminal? As if Jameson didn't do that well enough for him already.
The hallway ended at a short fork. On the left there was a small sign with an arrow, titled "Conference." The right arrow said "Testing." He figured testing was the best place to go, as it would have the one thing he was looking for.
"Better go." Spiderman said softly.
He walked down the right hallway that emptied into a huge room filled with tables, diagrams and machinery lie on top of them. In the far northeast corner of the room, sat a central computer surrounded by several other smaller computers, all hooked together by multiple cords.
The north west corner of the room was fenced off with metal poles, several other pieces of machinery lie beyond those barriers. All along the southern walls, there were shelves and boxes full of small gadgets and technology, wires hung from various places and steam hissed from the generator buried deep in buckets of tools.
In the center of the room there was a giant metal pole, which ran up into the ceiling. On the pole there were hooks coming out which held several lab coats and a dark orange cloak. More shockingly, at the bottom of the pole tied up and battered Dr. Conners laid there emotionless.
"Curt!" Spiderman yelled.
Curt's face rose, his expression immediately springing to life. "Spiderman!"
"Oh thank god your alive." Spiderman began.
"Thank you for coming for me. I have been here for such a long time." Conners whimpered.
"Sorry it took so long for me to find you, I've been kind of busy." He added.
"Don't worry about it, I just want to go home. That freak has tortured me long enough." Conners said.
"I need you to help me with something." Spiderman said, as he finished untying the beaten up scientist.
"Anything."
"We need to destroy the goblin data files. I can't allow anyone else to follow the green goblin path." Spiderman said.
"Certainly, I know where the goblin keeps his data files." Curt answered.
The two rushed to the computers in the northeast corner, and Conners instructed Spiderman. He began clicking through multiple files in search of the information.
"Okay and its in the folder on the left, the one that says GSIM." He said.
"Okay...File...delete..." Spiderman said, clicking the options.
The files were now gone from the computer, emptied from the recycle bin and forever forgotten. The two found a spare glider in the metal barricade and worked together to disassemble it. Within a half hour they had removed the components and tossed them into the scrap heap.
"So, do you mind telling me what happened after he kidnapped you?" Spiderman asked.
"Certainly." Conners began. "I blacked out from the shock of being that high up, and when I woke up, I was tied to this exact pole. The hobgoblin went off in this speal about how he was going to bring you down once and for all, and how he wasn't going to make any mistakes, and how I was going to help him."
"I see." Spiderman said.
"So he had me slaving away each day to build him the ultimate glider. It was huge, possibly the biggest thing I've ever had to work on. Mind you I'm not good with mechanics or any of that, just in genetics. Although his assistant was a mechanical genius." Conners added.
He continued, "She helped more than I did, and when I was too tired, I was beaten by the both of them. Relentlessly. Hobgoblin barely fed me, but when he did I conserved it. Every time he came here from a battle with you he was furious, and would take the aggression out on me. I can't tell you how happy I am that you're here."
"Well don't worry, it will be alright now." Spiderman said, patting him on the back.
Conners broke down for a few minutes, crying silently and Spiderman attempted to comfort him. He convinced him it was time to leave, and the two started for the door, their job finished. As they neared the exit, a figure stepped in their way.
"Going somewhere?" She asked.
She had long blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, which extended toward her middle back. She was very lean and somewhat short, she glared up at Spiderman with anger filled eyes.
"You aren't going anywhere webs! After what you put dear Roderick through! I'll make you PAY!" She screamed.
With that she landed a swift punch in the web slinger's face. He stumbled backwards, releasing conners and was caught by another punch to the face. Spiderman raised his head just in time to see her heeled foot land swiftly into his stomach.
"That's her! That's the woman Spiderman! Stop her!" Curt screamed.
The woman was on the offensive again, and Spiderman caught her foot this time, flipping her over. She landed hard on her stomach, letting out a gasp of protest. She attempted to stand again, but her feet were webbed together, and she found herself dangling upside down over the ceiling. Spiderman had found a spare pole that extended from one wall to another, and made this the woman's home.
"Happy?" He asked.
"You lanky pig headed little AS-" She began.
Her mouth was webbed as well, and Spiderman chuckled under his mask.
"You must be Karen Masters." He said to her.
She said nothing, just glared at him malice pumping through her veins.
"I'll take that as a yes." Curt conners said chuckling.
"You see curt, Hobgoblin's really just a mobster. His name's Roderick Kingsley, and he's been running crime syndicates for years. This is his little accomplice." Spiderman chuckled tapping her on the head.
Karen growled in protest, trying to break free of the webbing and it wasn't going to happen.
"Tell goblin to give up the ugly yellow mask, all of his equipment is toast anyhow." Spiderman said to Karen.
The two began to walk towards the exit once again and this time were greeted with an even more terrifying figure. It was Roderick Kingsley.
"Oh it is?" Kingsley sneered "Then maybe I'll have to get payment from you. And I think its going to come out of your hide."
From the pocket of his suit, he pulled out a small pumpkin bomb; it gleamed in the lighting and reflected the face of Kingsley, which was twisted in hate.
It seems the stage is set for the most dangerous showdown young Spiderman's had to face as of yet. A few dozen feet below the surface, Spiderman is face to face with his wicked adversary in close quarters, with dozens of bombs surrounding them. With the stakes so high and the chance for survival so low, how will the wall crawler make it out of this one? Keep reading to find out! Thanks, please review, --Peach man