Author's Note:

Okay, guys, I'm the biggest asshole in the world. I literally took a two month break from writing and I'm sorry as hell for that. From now on I will be posting at least once every two weeks. Life is busy, and this was the least of my priorities for a while. Now I have everything settled down and finally had the motivation to write again. See you at the bottom of the page!

Battle With the Beetle Part 3

"So howsabout it, boys? Do we wanna team wit the old guy, cowboy, and bald guy?" asked Flint Marko.

"Gee, I dunno, Flint. They seem sorta too weak to be partners wit us." replied the dumb but strong Alex O'Hirn.

"Neither of you two nitwits are concerned about them possibly being dangerous?" asked the third man of the group, Mac Gargan.

Flint snorted. "Those assholes ain't nothin' compared to us! They're scrawny as all hell!"

"Yeah, they can't beat us at nothin'!" agreed Alex.

"Be quiet. They can't beat you physically, but mentally they could destroy the both of you."

Flint shot straight up from his chair. "Ya callin' me stupid or somethin', Mac?"

Mac also stood up from his chair. "Yes, yes I am."

Flint threw a punch at Mac from across the table, which Mac dodged with ease. Alex threw the table aside and charged at Mac, who simply sidestepped away from the charging man. Alex couldn't stop himself fast enough and ran right into another prisoner.

"Aye! Watch where you're going, dickweed!" exclaimed the prisoner. The prisoner, named Ryder, was in perfect physical condition. He had long, brown hair with brown eyes, and tattoos covered his arms and neck. He pushed Alex back and put his fists up to engage in a fistfight. "Let's go, dickweed."

At this point, everyone in the courtyard was getting riled up. The guards put their hands to their gun holsters, ready to aim and fire in case it should get too crazy within the prison's walls. Ryder landed a few blows to Alex's head, and Mac was giving Flint a good beating. Every other prisoner started throwing chairs and punches, and soon enough the whole prison was in riot mode.

"What the hell is that?" screamed one of the guards. Everyone in the courtyard looked up to see a metallic green and purple man hovering in the air, looking around at the chaos. Then, that same man opened fire at the helpless people below. Rockets, bullets, and people flew everywhere and there was nothing anybody could do.

Peter walked down the hallway of Midtown High when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Peter immediately prepared to fight someone, but all he saw was one of his best friends, Hunter Hill.

"Hey, Pete! You have the English homework? I was... up late last night and forgot to finish it, and I kinda need your help, bud."

Peter looked his friend up and down. Hunter was six feet tall, on the dot, and was goofy looking due to a retainer and extremely large clothes. The two of them had met in the beginning of the school year, and they've been good friends ever since. They also share a special bond due to the fact that Flash Thompson torments them both.

"Uhhh, yeah, I have it." replied Peter.

"Sweet! Give it here, ya son of a bitch." joked Hunter. Suddenly, a pretty red headed girl came up behind Hunter and hugged him. Peter recognized her as Hunter's girlfriend, Synthea Schmidt, more commonly known as Sin to everyone else.

"Hey, Petey," she said in a high pitched, flirty voice. "How are you?"

Peter smiled at her and replied by saying, "Not much, Sin. Just giving your idiot boyfriend the homework he was supposed to do last night." Peter laughed, then turned to Hunter and said, "You could really learn a thing or two about responsibility, man."

Hunter laughed. "Yeah, and you could really learn to shut the hell up before I kick your scrawny little ass."

Peter chuckled, but stopped quickly when his spider sense started going off. He could hear police radio chatter, stating that there was a riot at the prison taking place and that all officers should please respond.

"Uhh, I gotta go, guys." Peter quickly said. "I just remembered that Aunt May needed me to... swing by the grocery store before the end of the day."

"What about the homework?!" said Hunter, but Peter was already sprinting down the hallway and out the door.

"Give me them, old man!" screamed Herman at the Tinkerer. "This place is going to shit!"

The Tinkerer moved quickly as he tried to finish the vibrational gauntlets that Herman had requested. "I'm almost... finished..." he panted. He was sweating like a pig, and flinched every time he heard someone scream or a gun went off, causing him to work slower.

Adrian ran through the door and slammed it shut, with wide eyes and heavy breathing. "This place is insane!" he exclaimed. He noticed the gauntlets, and suddenly his harness came to mind. "Is mine finished, Tink?"

Tinkerer reached across the table and grabbed a metal harness of some sort. He tossed it to Adrian and started working on Herman's gauntlets again.

"There ya go. Just put it on and flip the switch. It'll do the rest."

Adrian did as he was told, and after he flipped the switch, a little orange light turned on. Suddenly he started floating into the air.

"Holy shit!" he screamed. "It works!"

"You had a doubt?" said Tinkerer.

"Little bit." replied Adrian.

Herman was upset. "You finished his thing before you finished mine?!" he screamed. "What the hell, old man!"

Tinkerer, in a hurry, handed the gauntlets to Herman. "Here, you whiny douche. Test them out."

Herman put the gauntlets on and powered them up. He laughed as he heard a low hum rise out of the gauntlets.

"How do I use 'em?" he asked.

Tinkerer pointed to a little button next to the thumb slot. "Press that. It'll fire the vibrational wave."

Herman immediately raised his arm, aimed at Tinkerer, and fired. Both he and Tinkerer were thrown back into opposite sides of the generator room. Herman got onto all fours and clutched his side in pain. He looked over at Adrian, who started to back away.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna shoot you too. I just don't wanna pay that old punk. Might as well get him out of the way while we can."

Adrian nodded in semi-agreement. He hovered over to Tinkerer's body, checked the pulse, and was surprised by the fact that he found one.

"He's dead." Adrian lied. He may agree with not wanting to pay Tinkerer, but he didn't want the old man to die. He could be useful later on.

Herman wrapped some cloth around his hands and put the gauntlets back on. He fired at a wall to see if he would get thrown back again, but this time the cloth absorbed the shock. He smiled and started walking towards the exit. Adrian followed close behind.

"Get ready for war." Herman simply stated. Then they walked out into the courtyard.

Author's Note Part 2:

I'm back, bitches! I really enjoyed this chapter and I hope it was worth the wait. In this chapter, I introduced Hunter Hill, an original character that my friend created. He is planning on making a FanFiction account to publish stories of his own, which will all cross over into my Spider-Man story. When he's up and running I'll put a link in my bio to check him out. Anyway, this upcoming chapter is going to be action packed, so get ready for Spidey to be kicking some serious ass. Well, that's it! Until next time!