Disclaimers: I own nothing, except for my OC, all Flash characters and scenes belong to DC and all Spider-man or Inhuman characters, scenes or ideas belong to Marvel.
This is connected to my other story "Nathan Queen Aka Ghost Rider" but it probably won't affect this until the chapter for episode eight.
My OC character Ryan Parker is an autistic Inhuman with the powers of Spider-man, who doesn't know of Attilan. BTW I've never written an autistic character before, but I'm doing so for two reason, one, I think it'll be fun, and two, I think the arrow-verse should've already since it's so diverse. I might make some mistakes and if I do, you can point them out to me.
The inhuman Spider man
Prologue
Hello, my name is Ryan Parker. I don't understand why or how, but I have superpowers. I didn't quite understand my powers until someone I cared about died. He taught me that with great power comes great responsibility. To protect those closest to me I hide who I really am. Now I protect my city, as the friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
I'm crouching on the rooftop. "Backup request from the northwest Central City bank. Robbery in progress," a police radio that I borrowed tells me.
"Finally, some excitement," I mutter. I swing over to the northwest Central City bank. I drop down in front of the Mardon Brothers.
"Oh, look, it's bug-man," Clyde Mardon says to his brother Mark.
"Hey, Spiders are not bugs," I reply. I then feel my spider-sense go off, and I notice the brothers aiming their guns at me. I rush over and try to kick the gun out of Clyde's hand, but he fire's before I do so, a bullet hitting my leg. I groan in pain. Mark Mardon aims his gun in my direction, so I kick him in the face with my injured leg. I groan in pain giving Clyde the chance to kick me in the back, knocking me over. The brother's then run off. I struggle to my feet, not noticing the bloodstain I left behind and try to follow them by swinging but due to my injured leg, I lose them. "Damnit," I say, as I swing myself onto a building giving my leg a rest. I sigh. "I'm so glad that Nat wasn't here. She'd have my head for being beat by those morons," I mutter to myself.
I then swing myself to a friend's house and sneak in. I sit in my friend's chair for several minutes until I heard someone unlock the door. And the beautiful Doctor Snow walks in. "How'd you get in? I don't remember giving you a key," Caitlin says.
"You think I'd need one?" I ask. "Oh and sorry for breaking in. I didn't mean to upset you or anything but, I didn't know if you were home and I didn't want anyone to see me come in so criminals don't come after you and…," I babble on, before Caitlin interrupts me, "It's fine."
"Okay, um, so do you think you could help my leg," I ask. Caitlin pulls out her first aid kit.
"Sure," she says.
Meanwhile.
"Second robbery this week," Detective Chyre says.
"the teller ID's Clyde Mardon as the shooter," Detective Joe West says.
"What? Oh, jeez, the Mardon brothers are back?" Chyre asks.
"What do we got?" Captain Singh asks the Detectives as he approaches.
"Perps took the bank, shot out the camera, and as a chaser killed the security guard over there," Joe says, gesturing to the corpse covered in a body bag. "Spider-man was here too. Tried to stop the Mardon brother's but he failed," Joe says. "I got units kicking down doors of known Mardon brother associates."
"Has the CSI been over it?" the captain asks.
"No," Detective West replies.
"Where's Allen?" Singh asks. "You can't keep covering for him. I have to continue on without him."
"Sorry, I'm late. Captain Singh," Barry says, as he runs over to the detectives and the captain.
"What is it this time? Forgot to set your alarm clock?" Singh asks. Barry shacks his head. "Before you answer, I should remind you the excuse you gave me last time was car trouble. Wanna know why that was particularly memorable?"
"I do not own a car," Barry says.
"He was running an errand for me," West says. "Barry, did you get me what I asked for?"
"Yeah, yeah, I did," Barry says. "I have it right…," Barry says, as he scavenges his pocket. "Here," he says, pulling out a treat. Joe takes it. "I had a few bites." Joe gives Barry a facial signal. Barry walks off to some track marks, and kneels down and examines it. "Getaway car is a Mustang Shellby GT500. Shellby's have a rear super-wide tire specific to that model. Twelve inches with an asymmetrical tread. And there's something else." He then gets up, walks over to Chyre's and snatches a pen off his shirt. "Thanks." He bends down and uses the pen's head to dig up some poo off the tire mark, and sniffs it. "Fecal excrement. Animal, I'd guess." Barry then grabs a bag and bags the pen with the poo on the tip.
"My dad gave me that pen," Chyre's says. Barry turns to him. "Before he died."
"Sorry," Barry says.
"We also found a blood sample, we believe it belongs to Spider-man, some fans saw him get shot. Think you can get a sample?" Singh says.
"Right on it," Barry says.
Scene change.
"Okay, I'm ready to see this atom smasher, smashing," Iris says.
"There was a shooting today. My dad needs me to process some evidence. Which means I don't know if we're gonna make it to S.T.A.R. Labs," Barry says.
"But seeing this thing turn on is, like, your dream. Your sad little nerdy dream. Besides, I canceled a date for this," Iris says, grabbing a fry and eating it.
"Hands off my fries," Barry says, taking the bucket of fries. "Unbelievable."
"I'm stress eating over my dissertation. We started selling cronuts at Jitters. I ate two today. If I don't graduate soon, I'm gonna be more muffin top than woman," Iris says.
"You look amazing," Barry says.
Iris scoffs. "What is so important about this particle accelerator, anyway," Iris asks.
"Harrison Wells' work in Quantum Theory is light-years ahead of anything at CERN," Barry says.
"You're doing that thing where you're not speaking English," Iris says.
"Okay," Barry says. Barry walks over and grabs a pen and draws a dot on his whiteboard. "Just imagine that, that dot is everything the human race has ever learned until this moment," he says.
"Does that include twerking?" Iris asks.
Barry draws a circle around the dot. "And that is everything we can learn from the particle accelerator. It's a whole new way of looking at physics. It will literally change the way we think about everything," Barry says.
Iris puts her hands on Barry's shoulder's. "You've gotta get yourself a girlfriend," she says.
"Hey, leave him alone. He's working," Joe says.
"Hi dad," Iris says.
"You've test thingy is done," Iris says.
Barry walks over to his computer and sits in his chair. "I think the Mardon brothers are hiding on a farm. The fecal matter I found on the street was cow manure; which contained traces of Oxytetracycline. It's an antibiotic. There are only four farms in the area that still use it in their feed. Bet you find a really sweet Shellby parked at one of them," Barry says, handing Joe a paper.
"Dad, seeing as how Barry solved your poop problem… how about you let him go to S.T.A.R. Labs?" Iris asks.
"What about the blood?" Joe asks.
"It'll take at least until morning," Barry says.
"Fine, go," Joe says.
"Yes," Barry says. Iris giggles kissing her dad on the check. "Thank you, Joe," Barry says, running out of there.
Time skip.
I open the window to Caitlin's apartment. I hear her crying. I crawl in. She turns around to look at me. "Spider-man. What are you doing here?" She asks, whipping a tear from her face.
"I- I'm here- I heard about what happened- I just came- I wanted to see how you were doing?" I stutter.
"It's alright, you don't need to do this. We're not really friends," Caitlin says.
"Just because we don't know each other well, doesn't mean we can't be friends," I say. "Presides, I stick to things remember," I add.
Caitlin smiles. "That was horrible," she says, playfully punching me in the arms.
"Hey, they can't all be winners," I reply. "So, how may I help you, milady?" I ask, teasingly.
"Could you just keep me company?" Caitlin asks.
"Whatever you need," I say, sitting down on the couch next to her.
9 months later.
I swing into my apartment after a long night's worth of work. I then grab the remote and turn on the TV.
"Hello," A man on TV says. "To the few who do not know me. I am Norman Osborn. Me and the rest of the people at Oscorp are going to safely bring the technology, the understanding of science, and the medicine of the future here, today." The crowd applauds him. I then hear something and I turn the TV off. My spider sense goes off and somebody kicks down the doors. Three armed assassins walk in the room. They fire at me. I dodge, and then I shot webs knocking two of the assassins to the wall, and keeping them there. The one left continues firing at me so I leap forward, higher than his bullets and kick him in the head. He falls to the floor and I kick the gun out of his hand. I get on top of him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. "Who do you work for?" I ask. My spider-sense then rings like a fire truck and that's when I notice the explosives attached to the assassin I'm on top of. "No!" I shout.
"Hail HYDRA," the man says, before pressing the trigger. I jump for the window and barely make it out of the blast, but that didn't help me with the 30 feet drop. I groan in pain.
I get up and look at what used to be my apartment floor.
I grab out my phone, and call someone. "Hey, Coulson. I need your help," I say.
Meanwhile.
Barry is in his lab and gets on his computer. After a minute Joe walks in and sees his troubled look. "What is it?" Joe asks.
"You remember that blood we found, the day of the accelerator?" Barry asks.
"Yeah. What about it?" Joe asks.
"The DNA isn't just rearranged… it contains extra macromolecules," Barry says.
"So that means that… Spider-man isn't a normal human?" Joe asks uncertainly.
"No. This scientifically shouldn't be humanly possible. It's like he's… inhuman," Barry says.
Well, I hope I did this right. Please, favorite, review, and/or follow.
The next chapter will be either during or in between the first and second episode. Which'll involve Ryan and Coulson.
Also, I'm not sure what job I should give Ryan. Any ideas?
Well I guess this is the end of the chapter.
Or maybe not.
The man on the TV, Norman Osborn, and a brown haired woman are watching a man on the other side of their glass view. Then this gas is released and the man looks worried. "Was is that stuff?" he asks. He runs to the window. "Help," he shouts. He continues to beg for help until the gas reaches him and this brown cocoon thing grows around his body. Norman and the woman watch for a few seconds.
The woman sighs. "Test 17 is a failure," she says. "Maybe we should wait for our men to get back with our golden goose," she adds.
"Our men?" Norman asks, annoyed.
"Your men. Whatever. We can figure out why he survived and they didn't if we can get him. We should just be patient for a few more minutes, they should be arriving soon," she says.
Then a woman with short red hair walks in. "There was an explosion at Parker's apartment. The men most've activated the failsafe," the redhead says.
"Damnit!" Norman shouts. Get as many men as you can get. I don't care how many die, just bring Parker here!"
"I have a better idea," the redhead says. Norman raises an eyebrow.
"Have a double agent pretend to grow close to him, gain his trust and when his guard is down. Take him down and bring here to find out how to make our army of super-soldier's," the redhead says.
"Fine! Just get him here!" Norman shouts.
"I don't think my father would agree with the tone you're using Mister Osborn," the redhead says, before walking out the exit, passing an image on the wall with a red octopus with a skull inside a red circle.
So, Norman Osborn works with HYDRA and him and HYDRA are trying to make an Inhuman army. I hope this is a good start to the story. And until next time, Ant-boy out.