Appropriate Title!
"Yes Spiderman, you managed to defeat the clone I made of you in personal combat," The Hyena said, amused. "But, can you handle six of them?!" Cackling madly, he hit a button on the remote in his hand, causing six coffin-like devices to rise from the floor. One by one, they cracked open releasing a white mist and a fully outfitted clone of Spiderman.
"This may be a problem," Spiderman admitted.
"Whoever succeeds in killing him gets to take his place," The Hyena called out to his clones.
Five clones turned towards Spiderman, each determined to kill him and take his life for themselves.
"Is there a reason you aren't participating Number Six?" The Hyena asked in the same tone of voice he used to control unruly students as a teacher.
"Several," Six replied with a shrug.
The clones actually stopped and paused to listen to what reasons their clone sib could come up with.
"And, would you care to share?" the villain asked sarcastically.
The clone's hand darted out and a line of webbing snatched the remote from the Hyena's hand, which he quickly destroyed. "Well, for one thing, the whole fight with the original, to take his place, would probably end up a Battle Royale 'til the last clone standing got the spot, right?"
"That was the plan, yes," he agreed, frowning at the loss of his remote.
"I really don't like the idea of killing one of my siblings, much less half a dozen, and frankly..." The clone shook his head. "Peter's life really isn't worth it."
"What?" Spiderman asked in shock.
"The life of a college student who is forced to put up with all the crap you are is really not that attractive to me," Number Six said. "I have some amazing powers and an entire world to explore. Fighting to the death doesn't get me laid."
Number five scratched his chin thoughtfully. "You have a very good point."
"This is why I make multiple clones," the Hyena said. "Genetic drift causes all sorts of problems."
"My Spider-Sense mutated into common sense," Number Six joked. "I don't know about all of you, but I'm thinking of seeing if Xavier has any openings."
"So, just ignore our creator and Peter?" Number Three said hopefully.
"They can work out their own problems," Five agreed. "I'd much rather play with Kitty."
"Or Ororo," Number Two agreed.
"Way out of our league, but yeah," Four agreed. "That sounds loads more fun."
"Even now your libido is causing me problems," the Hyena cursed.
"Your libido is the real problem," Spiderman growled. "You tried to take advantage of one of your students, and when she rejected you-"
"Enough!" The Hyena growled out. "Fortunately, I planned for the unlikely event that you defeated one of my clones."
"It's more like we defected," Number One said.
"Whatever!" the Hyena waved it off. "See you in hell, Spidermen!"
The Hyena hit a button on the wall and Peter and all his clones grabbed their heads in pain.
"Bunker!" Number Three called out as the six drew together.
The Hyena laughed as explosions started ripping through the warehouse. Peter was the closest to the window and barely made it out before the entire thing collapsed, burying everyone in it alive. Sighing, he picked himself up and hoped Miles was gone for good this time before swinging off once more to resume his life, the one his clones didn't think was worth fighting for.
Ice formed on the rubble as ruptured cryo-tanks froze everything solid.
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Several years later...
Dump trucks came and went carrying away loads of rubble and uncovering a mystery.
"What is it?" the foreman asked.
"No idea, but it's hard to cut," one of the workers said, poking at the cold grey mass.
"See if a torch will cut it," the foreman decided. "Just be sure to have hoses ready in case it's flammable."
"Will do, boss."
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"This time you're through Spiderman!" The Green Goblin cackled. "Between Rhino, Shocker, and myself, we have you outnumbered and outgunned."
The street was a mess, holes torn in it from bombs, blasts, and blows. Cars were similarly destroyed and scattered about.
Spiderman slammed his dislocated shoulder against a truck, snapping it back into place. "Outnumbered maybe, but the way the six of you are wavering on your feet says I've got you on the ropes!" he joked.
"That's just the concussion talking," Rhino said, missing the joke completely and making the Shocker groan.
"This is the end!" the Green Goblin said, just before a second Spiderman landed on top of an overturned car.
"And, now I'm seeing double," The Shocker said.
Another Spiderman swung in, landing next to the original. "Hey pops, you look like you could use a hand."
"How old are you?" Rhino asked as another Spiderman arrived.
"I think it's time to split," Shocker said as he did a headcount and found that there were now five Spidermen on the scene.
"I think I'll stick to one on one from now on," Rhino said before running off.
"Ditto," Shocker said, hotwiring a motorcycle and speeding off.
"I'll get you one day," The Green Goblin promised, throwing a couple of bombs to cover his escape, which the spidermen webbed out of the air.
"Hi?" Spiderman said confused. "Thanks for the help?"
"It wasn't entirely altruistic," one of them admitted. "We needed Xavier's new number."
"Oh," Spiderman said. "Mutant?"
"Clone," one of them corrected. "Remember The Hyena's lab?"
"But, that was years ago!"
"cryo-tanks ruptured," one of the clones replied.
"Oh," Spiderman said, not sure how to feel about the whole situation.
"We tried the number you knew way back when, but it's no-longer in service."
"Weren't there six of you?" Peter asked.
"Two...kinda disolved," One said. "Apparently they either weren't stable, or reacted badly to being flash frozen."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Spiderman said after some thought, as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed Xavier.
A couple of the clones flipped cars back over and moved debris out of the way, just to help clear up traffic a bit.
"Hello, Magik?"
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A bright white disk flashed into being, dropping Illyana Rasputin and four teenage Spiderman clones into the front room of the X-Men's mansion.
AN: Typing by Lucillia!
AN: It always bugged me that clones never displayed any common sense and always fought their original self.