Disclaimer: This is a parody inspired by the works of Marvel Entertainment. All characters that I have not created or borrowed from other sources are theirs. This is a Fan fiction and not meant to violate the rights of those who own the rights to the Marvel series. I have no money and therefore not a good suing target. Thank you very much.
"Tarantella"
Chapter Three
Brenda Drago, called Blackie due to her midnight coloured hair, had come to the meeting with a crimelord by the name of the Big Man. The Big Man had offered her a chance to make big scores without the help of her crew. Going solo sounded good to her since it meant not splitting the loot. So it was here where she was looking at the suit the masked man in the business suit showed her.
"So you're saying that this suit not only makes me stronger and tougher, but also allows me to fly? Sound too good to be true. So what's the catch? What do you get out of this?" she asked, looking for the angle.
"Simple, testing out the equipment for possible use in other money making ventures. Besides, unless you understand advance engineering you're gonna need to come back to me to get the suit repaired when damaged." he mentioned, matter of factly. He continued, "So you want the suit? Or should I give it to someone else?"
She took a few minutes to think things over, before nodding. As the Big Man, motioned for her to take the suit. He said to her, "Enjoy."
A few hours later...
The suit covered her whole body, like a tight catsuit. The Big Man explained it was due to 'nanotubes' which made it stronger then steel. It was all black, save for the wings made from silver metal, and a set of silver wings like detals on the helmut over the eyes. Lenses covered the eye holes which allowed her to see things in various vision modes as well as computer targeting.
'So this thing has an Anti-gravity harness in it, somewhere, which allows me to float and fly. The wings giving me greater control. As well as a few surprises if the cops come after me. The same harness will making me stronger, tougher, faster. Now, it's time for me to make some scores.' she thought to her self as she started to float up in the air of her hide out.
Elsewhere...
Peter was getting to know Emma's plans for her company better. They were sitting in her hotel room as they had some drinks and sandwitches the staff had prepared. He listened and thought, 'Her family is in the business of shipping, but she's looking into the world of tech. Which is why she at the demonstration and why she's so interested in me.'
"So do you have any projects you're working on? Or ideas we could develop? Other then the obvious." she hinted at the webbing he had created to be Spider-man.
Ideas flashed in Peter's head, as he tried to choose one to work on first. He began to narrow it down to a couple of ideas. He spoke up, "I have an ideas which could have multiple applications. The development of improved computer system, because we can develop a lot of elements even if we end up using them for an even bigger project like a smartphone or personal computer.
Improved operating systems, new apps, higher processing microchips, maybe a new power source as well. We can get a number of different things which could make a profit as well as helping us and others."
"Hmmmm... Certainly has some potential. Those would make some good projects to focus on. I should be able to swing funding for that until something profitable develops." she answered as she sipped some tea. Peter had questions on where the funding was coming from, but he was a bit afraid to ask at the moment.
Peter decided to bring up the other thing they were working with each. He spoke using the semi-coded wording, "So what do you think of the idea for sight-seeing across the city?"
Emma paused as she began to talk, "We should have a schedule set up. So we can cover more ground while getting rest. The two of us won't need to go together when things aren't that busy. If it does become busy, we'll likely have to go at the same time so we won't get stuck in line.
I still don't know what we couldn't talk about all of this over a private chat. It's not that hard to hook up."
Peter knew that by 'private chat' she meant her telepathy. So he answered, "Not sure if I trust the connection I have just yet. I want to make sure of everything before I try that app. I lot of stuff could be hacked if you're not careful."
The blond huffed as she continued, "I can understand not wanting your secrets being broadcast beyond your computer, even if the connection is fully trustworthy.
Still your help has been appreciated, both with your technicial and fashion advice. I hope to debut my new outfit soon."
"Well, it should look good during any sight-seeing you end up doing. With me or without me." answered Peter as they continued to work with each other.
Later that night...
Blackie began to sneak in the shadows, the black-green suit helping her hide as she flew to the jewelry store. Using the the retractable talons on the gauntlets of her hands, she cut an opening in one of the windoes. Large enough for her to sneak her body through as she placed the piece cut out on the roof. Before she entered she tossed a device from her hip which knocked out all of the localized security systems for a while. Or that was what she was told.
Gently dropping into the room, she began to search for where the valuables would be. A set of safes caused her to softly say, "Jackpot!"
She then used the same talons to begin to cut into the metal, activating an electric charge from suit as well. Causing the metal to both be cut and melt as she carefully cut into the lock vault. Soon an opening emerged, as she pulled alway the metal, to reveal the material in side. Various gems, metals and papers were revealed. She took a bag from her belt and opened it to drop them all in before moving to another safe.
She moved from safe to safe as she took out all of the valuables. Soon she had a small number of bags on her belt as she then moved to fly out of the hole in the window. She then tried to take a disguised route back to where she had stashed a get away car and change of clothes. Then she could make it back to her hide out and count her score.
What Blackie didn't know, was she was being followed. By a drone designed to track the suit, designed to study it in action. A drone which was transmitting it's data through many different servers back to it's mainframe. Where it was being watched by the creator of the suit as well as the one who paid for it.
"So, Osborn, does the suit met up to your specs?" asked Adrien Toomes, the creature of the Magnetic Harness Exo-suit.
"Yes, for our first attempt it is working well. With the bugs worked out, selling the harness will make a lot of money. Add in the arms race between our Security-smasher grenades and updating security to resist such grenade, the money will come rolling in." added Norman Osborn, as he continued, "You can upgrade the suit as needed?"
"With the right resources and research, of course. We're head and shoulders above most people in the field. With the exception of certain geniuses, no one can catch up to us." answered Toomes, the middle age man with the bald head looking proud.
Toomes continued, "The information you had was more then enough to improve the magnetic harness I had developed. Where did you find it?"
"It's my secret, Toomes. Let's just say I found some way to shoot for the moon. However, keep up the good work and you'll see more of what I have." was the other man's answer, looking at the details on the suit.
Outside Emma's Hotel...
The old saying is that a lie is halfway around the world by the time the truth has started to get it's boots on. A tale of how fast stories can move in a short period of time. So it's not unusual to expect that rumours would run just as fast, if not faster. All rumours have a beginning, of course. Such as the one about to be started...
Peter had left the hotel after his meeting with Emma, before heading home for Queens. New York is one of the biggest cities in the world, so he didn't notice much about the people around him. If he did, he might have seen familiar faces as he did. Classmates from Midtown High, in the city for one reason or the other.
The resident nerd of the high school coming out of a hotel which he couldn't afford... well, that started the tongues wagging. What started as just reporting the facts, mixed with questions and theories of what he was doing, before being distorted by telling and retelling. Did he have a job there? Was he meeting with someone? If so, who? A tech company? A secret relative? A secret girlfriend or boyfriend?
Behind the person of interest's back, the story began to grow. Some versions more realistic, some fantastical, and some completly unbelievable. It would only be a couple of days before those tales flood Midtown High.
However, like most things, the rumours floated to the top of the school hierarchy. The A-listers, the popular crowd, the social royalty made up of cheerleaders and sports stars. All in a short period of time.
Eugene "Flash" Tompson was the star quarterback of the Midtown football team. A blond hair jock who mistreated nerds like Peter, he was the model of a stereotype known in fiction. His girlfriend, Elizabeth "Liz" Allan the Head Cheerleader, began to tell him the stories spreading about his former friend current victim. Which he didn't know what to believe.
"So Puny Parker is going to some kind of fancy hotel. Why is that important? I mean, I just scored five touchdowns in the last game. That's important!" said the Jock as he hugged his girlfriend with one arm as they held court with their friends.
"It's not important, but it is a mystery. Nothing gets people going like a mystery. And when it involved something like nobody like Parker being in that upscale a hotel, it makes it more mysterious. " was the answer she gave him, as he looked at the others.
Liz's best friend, Sally Avril, spoke up, "So what? You want to spy on the nerd to see what he's doing?"
One of the hanger ons of the group spoke up, "We might find out something embarrassing on him. Might be good for a laugh or two."
Flash answered, "Still most of us have something important going on to spy on Puny. Unless you know of someone without a lot of stuff going on to keep watch."
Sally countered, "Well, we can maybe check with the hotel to see what he was doing. Or maybe talk to someone who might know what Parker is doing. I mean he doesn't have any friends, but he does have people he talk to."
The gears turned in all of their heads as they wonder what the truth behind the rumour was.
Elsewhere...
Peter was in his suit, full blue body with red mask, arms and boots. With webbing and spider on his chest. Large white lenses for eyes, and a belt containing extra webbing for the web-shooters on his wrists. He was crouch down on the edge of a roof, looking over the city.
Beside him stood Emma in a version of her suit. A white catsuit with blue webbing down the front and back of the torso, as well on the arms and legs. A large blue spider framed her breasts with it's four forelegs, the back four moving to her hips. Her gloves were blue with white webbing. Blue with white webbing was also on the heeled boots which cam to just over her knees. A silver belt on her waist with a metallic blue hourglass on the buckle. Her white lenses were rimmed by a blue mask, which covered her eyes similar to a domino mask. Letting both much of her face and her blond flowing hair free.
Emma had told Peter, "I'm focusing on something to wear in winter, because I am not freezing my ass off in winter. I can work on more summer outfits later."
The two of them were looking for any crime they had yet to encounter during this night. They had encountered some mugging, some assaults and the like. He turned to her and asked, "Do you think we should make it a night or push on for a little bit more? I want to make sure that I'm home before my aunt and uncle checks up on me. They are already asking questions about where I'm spending my free time."
A perfectly plucked eyebrow raised as she asked him, "What story have you told them about the time we spend together? Do they think you've joined a gang? Or something less extreme like a secret job or girlfriend?"
"Mostly told them I was looking at options for when I go to university. Jobs, internships, and the likes. However, my aunt might be willing to entertain the idea of me having a secret girlfriend. She has been pushing less for a blind date with some relative of her friend Anna.
She keeps telling me that she has a great personality. Which obviously means that they are trying too hard to get a date for someone who has trouble getting her own dates. I don't want to get into that kind of mess, especially with all of the things I have on my plate." he answered the woman with similar powers to himself.
Emma then asked, "So how is your uncle? Is he recovering well?"
"He's home and resting... when we make him. He's too stubborn to get the idea he needs to slowdown. Seems like we have to force him on the bed or couch, then sit on him." started Peter, before he added the next line, "Thanks again for helping to save him. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what I would have done."
Emma tried to act like it was nothing, but Peter owed her more then she could even imagine. Which given her telepathy, she likely knew already. Which made him realize how little he knew about mutants, something he would have to improve while he was working with Emma.
Before Peter's question of whether or not they should return for the night, something flew quickly over their heads. Looking up, they caught sight of a flying person. Which brought up a question which he asked, "What was that?"
"Not sure, didn't have enough time to get a scan. Which means it might be a good idea for us to see what it was. We can figure out if it's trouble or not once we get a better look at the situation." she answered, as she launched her telekinetic webbing to begin swinging across the city. He soon was following her, as they both followed the flying person.
The managed to find the person, who seemed to be in some kind of bird power suit. She seemed to be using some kind of glowing talons on her fingertips to cut her way into a bank building, before chucking a grenade of some kind through the hole they created.
Emma switched from speaking to him verbally, to speaking telepathically. She mentioned to him, "I doubt that they're there to do some late night banking. Except maybe for a big withdrawl. So how would you like to do this? Spring into the building after them? Or wait for them to exit? Assuming they take the same way out they went in, it would create a bottleneck to help trap them.
If they take a different way out..."
Peter began to think things out, developing a plan. Which Emma thought to him, "I'm impressed on how quickly you thought up that. It's a good plan, given the situation. So are you ready?"
Peter took a few moment to himself to get prepared to think, "No, but I'm going to get to it anyway. Let's do it!"