Author Note: And so the adventures of our favorite hero begins. Don't worry I am not gonna pair Peter/ Mary Jane, just because he likes how she is showing herself, he is still in love with Michelle, and Michelle is pouring her inner feelings to the boy whom she had a crush on, but the spell of Strange is still in effect, so there will be no pairing. There will be flirts here and there from Mary Jane, and the clash of MJs, how they meet? is up to the reader. Also I had always loved gang war in the Amazing and Spectacular comic books, oh I will bring Matt Murdock back, and he will meet our favorite wall crawler. Don't worry Peter will remember the last name, it is just there were a lot of trauma happened to the poor boy, so buckle up, because it will be a bumpy ride, my question of the day is, should I include Black Cat in my version of gang war or later? tell me your opinion
Side note: I have reuploaded the two chapters, so I am sorry if the story was lost for few seconds
Chapter 2
"Strong enough to have it all...Too weak to take it!" Norman said smugly, Before Peter reacts, Norman already rose on his glider, the blades retracted and aims toward Peter. "Times up Parker, tick tock tick tock"
His tingle sense is on an overdrive, and then the next thing he knew, he heard a loud scream. It was Aunt May, the blade latched on her waist, blood gushing out to which Peter lets a loud no scream until he woke up from a loud thunder.
He was sweating, and his heart rate pump abnormally, what's worse is the nightmare, had already happened, but this time, the dreams change, one time Norman threw pumpkin bombs, and now the glider impales her. It gets worse by every night, so Peter couldn't take it, and woke up in the middle of the night.
He had already sewed the suit, and it looked casual, exactly like the one he saw on his counter parts. He needed a distraction and quick, so he turned on the radio, and the sounds of the police siren, was like a music to his ears 'time to go' he mutters under breath.
Peter leaped from one building to another, and shoots a web, catching the fleeing police cars. Apparently, there was a report of a stolen alien artifact again, he hadn't heard that since his brief showdown with Toomes. Grinning under the mask, he shot a single web, and swung up until to the sledge, balancing his weight on the fleeing suspected car.
With a thud, Peter punches the window, and stick his head inside to see a familiar face, and his eyes widened on the mask. "Wait a minute, I know you, two of you precisely" Peter quips. "Spider-Man!" the African American man shouts. "At your service, or should I say, long time no see" Peter utters. His Tingle blares, and the next thing he knew is to dodge a bullet, aiming on his chest. The two men pretty much sped the pedal to max, in order to make him lose balance.
It didn't work, thanks to his amazing adhesive hands, he glues on the roof, and then he begins to think, he remembered the first time, these two men had shot a powerful gravity gun to which Peter christens based on Portal game, and he got his ass kicked, that brought Mr. Stark on alarm, this time, they seem harmless, but crazy enough to literally crash in the middle of the street.
Think Parker, think! He looks on the lamplight a couple meters ahead and then the eureka moment happens, he shot a double stranded web, and it created like a whiplash for the flies. Hoping his plan works, and then "Nice try Spider-Man, I still have a trick on my sleeves" The African-American said. 'Spoke too soon' Peter thought on the inside.
The African American man launched a powerful gauntlet strike, and blasts Peter across the block, creating a powerful earthquake-like surge. 'No! not again!' Peter thought. Suddenly, he remembered that he still has Stark tech on his web shooters, and he had just implanted a web cannon loose, keeping the blocks intact.
The residents were flocking in a hurry, and Peter kept the block steady, shouting to them to hurry up. One little girl ran and hugged him on his leg, to which she said in a small voice. "My hero!" she says. Peter lets a smile, and then he found another plan, he played a bit on his web shooters, and found a web umbrella. Smiling, he shot one, making a huge umbrella, made up of webbing, to make the blocks steadier.
He turns to the residents and spoke with a calm yet frantic manner. "Everyone, everything is ok, is anyone a contractor or something?" Peter says. No one seems to answer. As on cue, the very same thing that hunts him down, came to his rescue. "My name is Angela Harold, director of Damage Control, we will take it here, go home, and to you as well Spider-Man" Angela barks. Peter nods, and then shot a single web, finding the dreaded car.
It was already too late, and Peter should've tailed them already, so he made a mental note to invent a tracker. Feeling slightly disappointed and soar from the blast, He is determined that no more mistakes held barred, it is enough that the similar power prowess, killed May. He was lucky to save a hundred residents on the block, and it punctured him even more. He could've saved May, with a calculating seconds, he could've saved her.
He opened the window of his apartment, and it was very cold, he was shivering. He opened the heater, and set the bars to make it cool, and then manages to take off the suit, in which he found himself wincing. The blast radius made a huge gash on his chest. Luckily it didn't spread like a lightning, so it should be ok under a turtle neck shirt. It will sting like rat's ass, but it makes him learning how to heal, despite his high healing metabolism. He opens the fridge, and found a Banana and a Granola bar, munching them silently, and then begins to invent the tracker right away before sleep consumes him. Tomorrow is the graduation ceremony. A good night's sleep is perfect to heal the big gash on his chest.
Midtown High
The football field is packed, with many students on gown, every students brought their families or a parent, and it brought a sour note to Peter. He chances a glance to his best friend Ned, whom was chatting happy with Betty.
It was awkward at first, considering they had never met even before the blip, but the chemistry was slow and it kept that pace. Peter cannot deny that Betty is pretty. Get it, Betty, pretty. Yeah, he can still crack lame jokes, but jokes aside, he is very happy to see his best, well was his best friend to be close to the girl he likes, and it made a smile to Peter's face.
He chances a glance to see Flash growing up, but still retaining his obnoxious stance. He was impressed that Flash did not make a remark, well here and there, but there was no animosity, and it made his brow widen a bit of wonder. Probably with his enhanced hearing, something Peter needs to tame it a bit, he heard that Flash was arguing with the drunken man on the car. That is odd, being drunk, on a broad day light. Peter wanted to talk to Flash about it, but knew that it is not his business, so he let it slip.
And then he turns to look on MJ. His heart broke to see her not looking at him, nor giving a wave. Strange's spell must have been precise, because it makes whoever knows Peter is Spider-Man, their memories are wiped, which means Ned and Peter parted ways, and Peter and MJ had never happened. He sees her, wearing a beautiful red dress, under the robes, He couldn't bear it, so he turned around and found a couple of punches on the stool to drink.
While helping himself to serve a punch, he was stopped by a tall boy, with mid long, brown hair, and then the boy must have been wearing an expensive suit, costs more than his old apartment nevertheless. The boy gave him a cup, to which Peter's eyebrows shot up a bit. "Relax, it doesn't have alcohol, I don't think to see you even drink one" The boy said smugly. Peter took the drink and lets out a huge gulp, noticing the boy chuckle. He lends out a hand and introduced himself. "Harry, Harry Osborn" Harry said. Peter returns the handshake "Peter, Peter Parker" Peter said. "I know you!" Harry's eyes shine a bit, giving a glint. Peter felt alarmed a bit, but keeps his composure. "You do?" Peter said. "Yeah, you are the Penis Parker. Remember Flash? He was my best friend before he left middle school" Harry said. Peter lets out a sigh of relief. "So, you have met the obnoxious Flash, eh?" Peter manages to smirk. Harry lets out an audible laugh, and then chips on Peter's shoulder. "I like you already, you and me would be teasing on Flash to call him Eugene" Harry said. "that's his name?" Peter asked. Harry continued to drink a punch and lets out a rather long chuckle. "Only his closest friends would call him that, but that is between us, eh?" Harry winked. "Yeah, it is" Peter said.
Before the two men say goodbye, they were stopped by a short girl. The girl captured Peter's breath, she was wearing a stunning strapless green dress, culminating her mesmerizing green eyes. She was a redhead, but the hair is tucked, and had freckles more than the stars he and Ned were counting when they were kids. "There you are Harry, and you are?" The redhead girl asks. "P..Peter, Peter Parker" Peter found himself stuttering. "My name is Mary Jane Watson; you can call me MJ" Mary Jane said. Peter lets out of an unthinkable cough. "Is that supposed to be funny?" The beautiful redhead girl asked, getting annoyed. "No, no...no... no. It is not funny, I just think your name is similar, she was my best friend, but we parted ways, and her name is MJ too." Peter finishes lamely, he heard a short snort from Harry, to which Mary Jane lightly punches the already amused boy. "If it to make it simple for you, you can call me Mary Jane. Can you excuse me? my boyfriend now owes me a dance, isn't it Harry?" Mary Jane glares on the amused boy. "Yeah sure Red. Nice to meet you Peter, we should hang out for a bit, I could give you my number, but Miss-I-want-to-dance here, is not letting me out of sight, so I can write down my Instagram page." Harry said. He brought a note paper, and manages to scribble his account name, to which the beautiful girl dragged the boy on the dance floor. Peter lets a small giggle to see the boy getting stuck on a situation, and then took one more punch. An idea formed on his head, that on the rooftop of the school would be a perfect place to relax from this loud dance floor.
He stood on the roof, and stared at the star-less sky. The memories of him and MJ, relaxing and she was reading the newspaper. Now it is silence, just like he wanted a bit from the loud music. He snuck some punches with him, and he found himself bringing the non-alcoholic version. He never liked the taste of it, not to summon the weird fond of drinking the chemical compound which could make one to make a stupid decisions, so he vowed not to even come close. He sighs a bit, and then stares at the sky for a bit, relaxed and then he heard the roof door open to reveal MJ, Michelle Jones Watson.
She came close and she was shivering on the winter cold, Peter took off his suit and gave it to her without thinking. "Thanks" she said. She sat one meter away from him and she was also staring at the sky, she manages to take on of his punch glass, and Peter lets out a smirk. "It is nothing Parker, I am just drunk ok" MJ said. Peter grins a bit and continued to take a sip.
They shared the blissful silence for 10 minutes, and then she began speaking. "I am thinking to be a Veterinar, studying Vet school in Manhattan" MJ says. Peter felt his heart skip a beat, because a while ago, he and MJ were agreeing to be with each other in MIT. "It is just a suggestion, either vet or a psychologist" MJ said. Peter turns to stare at the beautiful, yet drunken girl. "What?" She hiccuped. "You, a psychologist, you would make the patient lose their minds, even after the therapy" Peter smirks. "Are you implying that I am a bad psychologist Parker?" MJ smirks. "Bad? I am not doubting, worst? a possibility" Peter snorts. She hits him on his chest, thanks to the laugh they share, Peter was glad that the gash wound wouldn't make him wince. "Ok you may be right, but I would give it a shot yeah?" MJ said. "Why not, let's see Doctor Michelle Jones Watson, treating the sick, and couldn't even attend the morning class" Peter laughs loudly. She lightly punched his shoulder and lets out a sing-along "idiot" she said. "Weirdo" Peter smiles. "Mr. I peed my pants" MJ returns the smile. "I am not stalking, just observing" Peter grins. They were very close, and he could already smell the booze, but he didn't care, just one kiss, and the nightmare of her not knowing him would be temporarily gone. "Geek" MJ smiles. They took a moment, and they came close to have a blissful kiss, where it felt like hours, but it was only 5 minutes. She broke up the kiss and widens her eyes. "I shouldn't do that" MJ said. Peter lets out a small but audible what. "No, I mean I did had a crush on you on middle school, but we are clearly not seeing each other after that. I am sorry for kissing you" MJ rambles. "It's ok MJ, it's ok" Peter tried not to let the hurt show. She came close and cupped his cheek for a minute and lets out a lass kiss on his lips. "It is not a goodbye, we might see each other, but with different hopes and dreams" MJ said. Peter tried not to break down, because a month ago, they were planning to live together, a month ago, they were planning to set a date, and a month ago, they were clearly in love. He lets out a small nod. "I mean, you are a sweet guy, I am sure you will find someone special" MJ said. How come when you are right there! Peter screams in his thought. "I am very drunk so bear with me, I hope we continue, as friends. Ok?" MJ asks. It was a hefty gamble, on one hand, he was yearning to be her friend, since no one remembers him, but on the other hand, he wanted her, more of her. Fate is like mocking him, hard. He sees the mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes, and lets out a small nod too. She smiles and give him a hug. "We could cuddle just for the night, for the warmth, but starting tomorrow, we go for separate ways" MJ said. Peter lets out another nod, and gave a room for her to relax and then both of them linked hands.
It still emanates warmth radius between them, but there was no chemistry, nothing that would bind them together, Peter tried to regain control of himself, not to cry, but MJ is right, they might not see each other very often, but for a very different reason, He will be outside most of the night as Spider-Man, so he is being very cautious not to let his secret slip, despite the promise he made toward her. This might contradict that she might have not wanted him to confess his biggest secret, the idea is crazy, but it could make sense, Peter always comes back to his apartment, bloody and bruised, but on the other hand, there would be someone to tend his wounds, to give him a good night kiss, his MJ. Peter had heard what Peter number 2 said, they made their differences, but they found themselves together, so in a glimpse of hope, his MJ might snap from the spell and they could be together once and all, but that is far stretched, for now, Peter isn't focusing on romance, he isn't focusing on drama, he is rebuilding what he lost, and to do that, it takes a lot of guts and will power, and that's all he needs by now.
Ravencroft Asylum:
The waves blew the prison complex, thunders raining and the sound of inmates screeching. Adrian found himself reading a chapter of the Bible, minding his own business. He is getting released in few weeks short time, so he makes his sentence days count, avoiding prison fights, and ignoring Mac's weird sentiment. He is ok to live alone on his cell. A week by now and Adrian would be free, he would see his daughter, and lay low for a bit.
He got a box a couple weeks earlier from an unknown sender, he opened it. In it, reveals a costume and a letter.
To Adrian,
Keep this suit, and come to me when you are free, the place is in Chrysler Building.
Regards,
the mystery man
Adrian lets a short snort. What kind of an idiot would be sending a worn-out outfit, with a very bad handwriting, telling him what to do, so he skimmed the green outfit, the outfit must have sensed his touch, and he found himself intrigued. He sets it aside, and then hides it under his bunker bed. He continues reading a chapter from the Bible, in which he is currently doing every once in a while.
After he finished reading the chapter, the cell door opened, and the sound of the officer on the megaphone, telling the prisoners to meet at the cafeteria in one line. Groaning, he has no choice but to comply.
He saw Hermann on the cafeteria, he wonders how did Hermann came here? he was just out a couple days ago, but decided not to delve, he took a tray and waits on the line for his meal. He sat on the table, eating his food peacefully and then Mac came, sprinting like a maniac. "Guess what did I found" Mac said. Adrian seems unfazed for the exciting man. "No? ok, I will say it anyway, apparently Kingpin is dead, so there will be a sprawl on who would be the kingpin of crime" Mac said. "And I should care why?" Adrian finally looked at the overly excited man. "You don't get it, the boss would love to reveal himself, our boss" Mac sat with a tray of food he got. "Not my business" Adrian did not even bother to look at Mac. "Ever so charming, the boss spoke about you, he wanted to know how did you single-handedly defeated Spider-Man, so he took a keen interest on you" Mac said. "First of all, I will lay low for a bit, I am focusing to build up my life, and bring my daughter back, and second of all, I am not interested on some gang feud" Adrian barked a bit. "Relax Adrian, relaaax, I am not interested either, I have a personal feud with J. Jonah Jameson, so when I am out, I have been promised to give my old pal some medicine he deserves" Mac lets out an evil smile.
Adrian continued to eat in peace, and before he knows it, he had returned back to his cell. His other thought wasn't about some gang feud, it was about this nagging feeling that he missed something, a couple years ago, he had fought Spider-Man, and almost won, he must have known the identity of the hero, but now, the memory is gone, wiped out clean. Maybe it is the headache that is slowly building in his skull, so he took one last read of the Bible chapter, and counts his final days to be free.