2:00pm EST
January 10th, 2010
Manhattan, New York City
Daily Bugle.
The Daily Bugle, one of New York's oldest newspapers, had always been….eccentric. Its base of operations known as the Daily Bugle Building after having been renamed by John Jonah Jameson the 1st after having bought out the Goodman building in 1932. A wealthy entrepreneur, he saw an opportunity in the paper business and paid 100,000 dollars to buy it. He also bought 5 printing presses and hired over 200 employees at the height of the Great Depression, making John Jameson a hero for the common folk.
JJJ the 1st had retired in 1965 and passed ownership and the chief editor's chair to his son, John Jonah Jameson jr. Known for his volcanic temper and rather...colorful language, not many people were hopeful for the paper's future, but JJ had hired his best friend from college and Army Journalist, Robert 'Robbie' Robertson to be his right hand man and assistant editor. His rational behavior, calm demeanor and friendly personality had brought the people back.
For almost 80 years the Bugle had been one of New York's finest newspapers known for its objectivity and unbiased reporting. It even had a place in the White House press corps until the paper had a rather unfavorable story about President Bartlet's father some 6 years ago. Until tensions were eased by Bartlet's successor President Santos, the White House and Daily Bugle had been very testy with each other.
The Justice League would always see a good story about them in the Bugle's headlines. But not every hero was liked in Jameson's eyes.
"Goddamnit people!! I asked for that hospital report an hour ago! And where are those pictures of Spider-Man! They need to be on tomorrow front page now!" J.Jonah.Jameson had never been a calm man. For most of his life he had been born to go 300 mph in all aspects of living. Whether it had been, schoolwork, dating or even Journalism, you either had to go fast or get out of the way.
"JJ the hospital report is on the way, there was accident on 7th and the roads are shut down. They'll be here soon." Robbie replied trying to calm his longtime friend down.
"And the pictures?! WE NEED THE PICTURES DAMMIT!" JJ was yelling now. Outside stood two people who got more of JJ's yelling than anybody else.
Betty Brant only shook her head at her bosses screaming. Two heart attacks hadn't stopped him and at this point she didn't think anything could.
Peter only chuckled at his part-time bosses' anger. Having been working at the Bugle and various papers in the city as a freelance photographer the last couple of months, the other editors had warned him about JJ's temper, but Peter thought they were joking. Man were they downplaying it. He leaned against the secretary's desk as they both listened to JJ's ranting.
Betty just looked at Peter with joking contempt. "If you stay here any longer he's going to have a stroke. Then it's more paperwork and an earful from his wife for me." If she was being honest, Betty found JJ's anger her daily amusement. It helped that he rarely yelled at her like that.
Peter only held his hands in surrender. He grabbed his vanilla folder with pictures of his alter-ego fighting various criminals, thugs and wannabe villains. He even had one where Spider-Man had given one of JJ's billboards a makeover consisting of a web-mustache, monocle and buck-teeth. On top of , Spider-Man clung to the side of the billboard giving a peace sign. Peter really enjoyed posing for that one. He walked in through the door interrupting JJ mid-rant.
"Don't blow a blood vessel JJ, I got your pictures right here." Peter handed the folder to the fuming JJ.
He flipped through the pictures and judged them various nods and humsl until he looked at the last one. JJ didn't say a word, but till his dying day Peter would swear that he could see Jameson's forehead crease, his veins pop, and his face go cherry red with rage. The cigar in his mouth seemed to almost light on fire as he bit into its butt.
Peter looked to Robbie, who nodded grabbed the Bugle checkbook and wrote him a slip for 400 dollars, Peter's standard fee for 10 pictures of good quality. It was judged by JJ's hums and nods.
Peter grabbed the check and bolted before Jameson could explode. He opened the door and winked at Betty, who blew him a kiss in response. He made it all the way to the elevator, before it happened.
"IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON THAT WALL-CRAWLING MENACE, I'M GONNA UNMASK HIM, BEAT WITH A BASEBALL BAT, AND HANG HIM BY HIS OWN WEBS FROM THE GODDAMN CHRYSLER BUILDING!!"
Peter couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he walked into the elevator. 400 dollars in his pocket and an increase in JJ's blood pressure, today is a good day.
10 minutes later.
Peter was in his Spiderman suit and swinging downtown. While still functional the red and black was starting to show the wear and tear of crime fighting 24/7. He few sewn rips and cuts covered his arms and legs. A few bullet holes marred his suit various places, thank whatever god for his regeneration and his red suit. Or he would have been in very deep trouble.
He needed an upgrade soon. Very soon. With that in mind he swung towards probably the smartest man in the world.
At a speed close to 150 miles, he swung in his standard pendulum formation, to the balcony of the 50th floor of the world famous Baxter Building, home to the former 1st family of heroics, The Fantastic Four.
In 2002 Reed Richards, Benjamin Grimm along with Susan and Jonathan 'Johnny Storm, flew up in an experimental rocket to the I.S.S to monitor a unique radiation storm that was approaching the solar system. They didn't count on the storm hitting the station, which wasn't equipped to protect its inhabitants from that kind of radiation.
A successful rescue mission 2 days later brought on some confusion that being the loss of conscious and the mild headache were only thing that happened. At least the only things at first. After a week in the hospital, all four had started to show symptoms of unnatural abilities. Reed's elastic body, Johnny's self immolation, Sue's invisibility along with Ben's skin turning to stone had made them quite famous in the media. Dubbed the Fantastic Four by the media after a dimensional rip appeared in downtown Manhattan. While the Justice League arrived and closed the portal, the Four had battled the creatures that had poured out and stopped any civilian casualties.
While they did have a short stint as a super team, the 9/11 attacks along the Appellaxian invasion a year later, they faced significant U.N backlash and effectively retired as heroes. Them being American citizens and travelling around the world with no oversight scared some people.
Johnny, a successful motor engineer despite his playboy attitude, worked with the national Fire Service to help with unnatural forest fires. His ability to absorb flame and heat helped contain and stop the blazes.
Reed and Sue continued to serve the scientific community as inventors and private researchers. Sue's invisibility and ability to create force fields helped immensely with stealth and defensive projects while Reeds powers helped him multitask.
Ben, having lost a finger on each hand and gaining over 900 lbs, couldn't exactly fit into a plane cockpit anymore, so he used his shares from the Baxter building to build the Grimm Youth Center on Yancy Street to keep kids from turning to crime. While the Yancy Street gang wanted to graffiti the building in their never ending prank war on the Thing, they learned from the former members of the gang that Ben had named the Center after his older brother Daniel, a legend and a founding member of the Gang. While they didn't paint the building, the painted the Thing instead.
Peter still laughed at the photo of a sleeping Ben on a park bench, painted with various dick prints and derogatory words in black and white paint that Johnny sent him.
A quick scan from the sensor above the balcony door led him to what many scientists consider heaven.
Computers, various scanners, fabricators, printers, and he even saw a miniature super collider in the corner. Peter was very jealous of Reeds lab every time he visited, reminding him of his very low finances. He was about to call for Reed when he heard a voice that always made him smile.
"Unca Pe'er!" In came Franklin Benjamin Richards, Reed and Sue's son and by far the smartest 3 year old Peter had ever met. Already doing 7th grade by the time he could talk, Peter already knew Franklin was going to cure cancer, end world hunger and colonize the solar system, in that order.
"Hey kiddo, where's your mom and dad?" Peter used his self titled 'stick'em' powers to grab Franklin and hold him by one hand.
"Dunno, got bored and nee'ed toos." Franklin said in highly advanced speech for a kid who just turned 3.
"Frankie, what have me and parents told you about power tools? Smart as you are, you're not coordinated enough to handle a plasma torch." Peter said removing his mask and walking over to the apartments. He put Frankie on his shoulder as the moved to the hallway adjoining the main lab.
"But Unca Pe'er-" Franklin tried using the old puppy dog eyes to get him but Peter had learned how to resist the pouting lips and crocodile tears from various attempts of Frankie begging.
"Franklin Richards when you can form a coherent sentence with all the letters correctly said in every word, then we will give you a drill." Susan Storm said as she exited a door holding her daughter Valaria in her arms. The baby girl showed her very high intelligence as she actually waved to Peter from Sue's hip.
Peter only shook his head at the super level intelligence that came from both sides of the family. Good lord, it was insanity.
"Hey Sue, Reed here?" Peter asked as he traded kids with the blonde beauty, Valaria crawling over him as he used his powers to cling her to his body. Valaria always seemed fascinated by his stick'em powers. And Peter always enjoyed making the 9 month old laugh.
Sue only giggled at her daughters antics as she held the pouting Frankie. Peter was so good with the kids, Sue knew he was going to be a great dad someday.
"Yeah, he's meeting with Michael Holt in his private lab. Come on I'll lead you there." Sue then turned around and walked down the hallway with Peter and Valeria following.
Peter knew who Michael Holt was, who didn't? A former Olympic gold medalist, decathlete, who had 15 PhDs, 2 Nobel Prizes and a multimillion dollar company. He was named by the media as Mr.Terrific, a throwback to his Olympic days where he excelled in everything and his notable charity world. Holt had donated a total of 50 million dollars to various charities across the world supporting breast cancer research along with AIDS, Influenza, and almost every kind of cancer research in the world.
But he didn't know Spider-Man's identity. With that he put on his mask back on and caught up with Sue at the door near the end of the hall. Sue opened the door to see both her husband and said millionaire playing 3d chess…...with 3 different boards.
Sue only shook her head at the level of intellectual insanity. She may have 4 PhDs in Genetics, Biochemistry, Physics and Mathematics but this made her brain hurt.
Franklin freed himself from her grasp and ran over to his father and looked to sit in his lap. Reed's only acknowledgment was to stretch his arms around his son and lift him into his lap. Michael only chuckled at the display and moved his Knight on the middle one's base board.
Frankie just looked at his dad who nodded with a smile. Frankie moved the Queen on board three's top platform. With his mind. Yep Frankie already had powers, not surprising given his parents.
Michael looked astonished as he read the board and sat back with his hands rubbing his face. "Got caught in checkmate by a three year old. Man Paula is never going to let me live this down." His brown eyes then scanned the room and saw the scarlet hero with an infant crawling over him. He smiled, buttoned his sport coat and stood up. He walked over and shook the hero's hand.
"Sorry about that, we get pretty focused when it comes to triple 3d chess." Michael rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Michael Holt, CEO of Cyberware."
"Nice to meet you and no worries. Playing with Mr.Fantastic requires every ounce of brain power you have. Trust I've been in your shoes. Even got beat by Frankie before." Spider-Man mournfully cried as Frankie just giggled and stuck his tongue at him. Peter replied with a shaking fist at the toddler. Sue giggled while Reed just chuckled.
"So Spider-Man what brings you to the Baxter building?" Reed said walking over. He easily stood at 6'3 and with his salt and pepper hair looked older than he was. Reed just celebrated his 30th birthday 2 months ago. But when his sideburns turned white due to the radiation from the storm he looked to be in his mid-40s.
"I'm in need of an upgrade and repair Reed. Suits seen a bit of mileage the last few months." Peter said showing a recent sew-job on his left side. Reed looked at the damage and whistled. Sue came over and collected Valaria from Peter back and also saw the various bullet and knife Mark's on his suit.
"I've made super-suits for Green Arrow, Black Canary and Speedy, and I've never seen a suit with this much damage still be usable." Michael also examined the damage and was astonished at the level of repair.
"When your a hero on a shoestring budget, you learn how to make it last. Think you can help?" As Michael said he made suits for heroes. If anyone could assist in this endeavor, it was him.
"I'm free for the rest of the day, so sure why not? Could be fun." With that they walked back to the lab, minus Sue who had to put Frankie to sleep and feed Valaria. Spider-Man took off his suit, save for his mask, and pulled on his hoodie and jeans. He put the costume on the table and waited for Reed to start the scanner. It booted up a moment later and brought up its internal computers data.
"Alright the kevlar-spandex weave worked well for the last 9 months but with your growth spurt in that time, that combination isn't going work forever, higher calibers go right through it as evidenced by the holes and graze marks." Reed explained as he read over the data.
"When you said mileage, you weren't kidding. I'm seeing over 30 bullet holes, 10 knife Mark's and several burned areas." Michael said as he looked at the data as well.
"The burns were from that building fire on the West Side about 3 months ago. 12 people stuck in that tinder box, I managed to get them all out but not unscathed." Spider-Man rubbed his side where a burning support beam had hit him while he was rescuing people.
"In any event you're going to need a suit that repairs itself without you having to do it with a needle and thread." Reed said as he brought up some design specs. It kept the overall basics of his suit. The reflective eye lenses, voice dampener, internal computer that had his biometric data along with a map and other features in his HUD. The Spider theme still stood on his chest as it should.
"So how bout this?" Michael grabbed a stylist and began to draw. Thus began the collaboration between 3 of the smartest minds in the world.
'Two hours later'
It took many hours of debate, design and production but they finished the outline of the suit. While still red and black, it had the ability to morph its surface and change color to whatever Peter clung to by using the DARPA OctoCamo stealth system. Well formally DARPA'S after realizing that mass producing such a system wasn't very cost effective, they put the patent up for sale. Reed, being the genius that he is, bought it for pennies on the dollar.
With the patent in hand, he combined the OctoCamo system with the patent that made he, Sue, Ben and Johnny rich. Unstable Molecules, created by Reed after getting his doctorate, the adaptable cloth soared in popularity in the superhero community. With the ability to change based on the wearers abilities, meta-humans found clothes that wouldn't burn, freeze or disintegrate due to their powers. While still expensive to make wholesale, Reed kept an open contract with most major corporations to sell it.
With the OctoCamo combined with the Unstable Molecules that took care of the stealth and defensive aspects. Now the web shooters along the the utility belt.
Peter agreed that the heavy gauntlets threw off his balance a little so the built two new sets, one for Peter to use when he didn't have the suit on and another set built into the suit itself. Even then it became tricky as they couldn't find a design small enough to not be too conspicuous. Michael then suggested nanotechnology. He proposed the suit be composed entirely of nanomachines that, when activated by a centralized computer, would mold over Spider-Man's body. Negating him to carry it around under his clothes or in his backpack. It was a great idea but not one lacking in effort.
They needed to program the tiny machines with the proper features and systems in order to make them work. Reed set about to create the algorithm and programs needed while Michael began producing the machines themselves. They needed to be created out of the strong enough materials to take some damage while not hindering Spider-Man's speed or flexibility. While Vibranium wasn't available, a titanium/tungsten/aluminum/steel alloy would replicate the properties of the African metal to a certain degree. Titanium served its light but strong foundation, while tungsten would resist heat and give it some more hardness. Aluminum gave it some support by negating the corrosion and offsetting the weight of the steel. The steel giving it a boost in strength and durability. While not able to absorb vibrations, it improved the overall durability of the suit itself.
Peter took to the job of finishing the aesthetics of the suit itself. He kept the red but the suit seemed to shift colors between the red and a dark blueish black. The spider symbols changed to red on the dark color of the suits torso. It seemed to rise of the skin of the outfit and wrapped its eight legs around his arms, legs and sides. Those met on his back and formed an identical spider.
While Peter abhorred capes, he could see the practical functions of them. With that in mind he designed a web-like cape the flowed from his shoulder down to his waist. It was made using a combination of his web-fluid formula, Unstable Molecules and smart fabric that would catch the wind when he needed it to keep a little more air on his jumps. Plus more rear protection never hurt.
"Ok, we've got design, programming and production done. Now what?" Peter asked as he nursed a hot chocolate provided by Sue. Michael and Reed drank from similar mugs. His mask was pulled up over his nose as he drank the rich, sweet drink. He, Reed, Michael and the recently added Sue were hanging out at the labs table.
"Now we wait for the nano-watch to finish collecting the suit and we enjoy the fruits of our labor." Reed sat back as Sue hung over his shoulders. Peter just shook his head at the display. A while ago Reed would have his head stuck in his research instead of paying attention to the gorgeous woman who loved every aspect of him. That is until he met Peter. Peter brought Reed out of his shell of science and give Susan Storm the attention she deserved.
Michael nodded and looked at his watch. "Well that's it for me, I've gotta get back home. Paula's making her special pasta tonight." The millionaire grabbed his briefcase, walked towards Spider-Man and shook his hand. "I had fun today, not often you design a brand new suit for an upcoming hero." He then looked towards the couple."Reed see you next week, I'll send over the paperwork."
Reed stretched his arm and shook Michael's hand. "Sure thing Michael." With that, the 3rd smartest man in the world took his leave.
An alert sounded and from the central fabricator came a futuristic watch that looked alot like the communicators from the original Power Rangers show back in the early 90s. Reed handed it to Peter who slipped it on his left wrist and pressed the middle button. With that, several red, black, and blue machines flowed over Peter's body forming a dark skin tight suit that gained red highlights along the pre-designed areas. His web like cape formed on his shoulders after his head was encompassed by the suit, forming the lenses of the suits eyes.
Peter moved his shoulders, getting a feel for the new duds. His HUD showed his web-fluid levels, vital signs, a map and scanner showing various descriptions of the equipment around him.
Peter looked at the smartest couple in the world and spoke honestly, "Reed, you are the greatest tech support a superhero could ask for." Peter moved to hug the man only to be blocked a a rippling wall of air.
Sue's hands glowed a faint blue while she kissed Reed on the head. "Sorry Peter, I'm the only one who does that." As she walked away with a sway in her hips, Peter looked at Reed and narrowed his lenses in jealousy.
"Reed you are the luckiest sonofabitch in the world." The man in the red and black suit said in a deadpan.
Reed just smiled and rolled over to his computer. "I know."
Peter was about to retort on how Richard's didn't know for 5 years but an alarm sounded in his suits onboard police scanner. Peter put his fingers to his ear as he listened.
"Calling all units, we have a 11-60 in progress at the Battery Park bank. Requesting all available units for evac and backup. Be warned, suspect is Alexander O'Hirn aka Rhino." Came the dispatch call.
Peter just looked at Reed and shrugged. "They're playin my song." Was all he said before he ran toward the balcony and jumped into the New York skyline.
"Time to see what these new duds can do." Pater shot his web-lines at a nearby building and proceeded to web-swing faster than he had with his old suit.
With a "WOOOH!" That would have made Ric Flair proud, he pressed on to Battery Park
When he got there he saw a fine mess of police cars, overturned trees and broken concrete. He saw that a ring of police vehicles had blockaded the entrance to the bank and officers had trained their guns at the smashed open door.
He landed just behind two familiar face in Detective Reagan with his partner Detective Curatola. They saw him coming and waved him down. With minimal effort landed on the top of a light pole and clung to it.
"Bought time you showed up, O'Hirn's making mess." Came Danny's typical sarcastic greeting.
"Wow not even 'Hi Spider-Man' or 'whatsapp Web-head', just straight to business." Spider-Man shook his head in mock exasperation.
Danny was going to reply but was cut off by his partner. "Enough with the verbal foreplay, we don't have time for it." Curatola looked at the wall-crawler and began to explain. "He started smashing the place up about 5 minutes ago, then busted his way into the building, luckily everyone evacuated when they heard he was in the way".
"Rhino's never been one for subtlety but smashing his way into a bank in the middle of the afternoon is risky even for him. Word on the street is he's working for the Big Man as extra muscle." Spider-Man felt a tingle and saw the door to the Bank's main vault come flying at them.
"Hit the deck!" With that every officer dove out of the way as the 22 ton door came flying at them. It only grazed the cars, but with the force in which it was thrown was enough to send the cars tumbling back ass over teakettle breaking the blockade.
Spider-Man managed to jump onto the vault door, fire two weblines at the street and pull the heavy piece of metal back down to earth with a mighty slam.
Spider-Man just looked at the destruction being caused and formulated a plan. He jumped back to the two detectives and inform them of his idea.
"That it, Rhino's going down. Get everyone back to at least three blocks down. I'm going to get his giant ass out here and deal with him. Make sure no one gets past, I don't want anybody getting hurt." Peter walked off towards the door of the bank while he heard the radios going off informing the incoming officers if the plan. While the Battery Park bank was small it housed a lot of the Stock Exchanges gold and several deeds to various buildings. Peter's mind tried to find a logical answer to Rhino's robbery.
'Rhino may not be the smartest banana in the bunch but even he knows that anything he steals would get traced right back to the Big Man, so why do it?', the 17 year old wondered as he jumped on the ceiling and crawled towards the ruined vault.
As he got towards the back of the vault he saw the man responsible for all the trouble.
Alexander O'Hirn was a career petty criminal, with a rap sheet that listed only minor offenses, armed robbery, assault, extortion, threatening witnesses, but that all changed when he got his hands on a prototype suit that bonded to his body and gave him almost complete invulnerability, incredible strength, enhanced stamina and a two foot long horn that could punch through anything. While he couldn't take it of the Rhino suit benefited O'Hirn in his criminal endeavors. Adding over 4ft in height and 800lbs in weight, Alex O'Hirn became a walking tank, a human rhino.
His dull grey armor rippled with effort as he tore open another safety deposit box from the wall.
"You know I think they rent those out at a good price." Not his best pre-fight quip. But it's been a long day.
Rhino didn't even turn around, as he slumped his shoulders. "Why? Why can't you leave me alone for 10 MINUTES!!?" He screamed that last part and swung his massive arms at the wall-crawler. Spider-Man only jumped out of the vault and landed on one of the banks support pillars.
"Hey, I left you alone for two weeks. Granted you didn't crawl out of whatever hole you've squatting under but still," Peter then grew serious, "What's the Big Man want Rhino? You may not be the sharpest knife in the box but even you wouldn't rob a bank in the middle of the day."
"If you think I'm gonna snitch on the Big Man web-head, you got another thing comin." Rhino just grabbed a nearby desk and threw it at the young vigilante. Peter just jumped to another pillar, out of the way of the flying wooden object.
"Alex, you got another thing comin if you don't snitch on him. If you won't talk willingly, I'm just gonna beat it out of you!" With a jump and 'thwip' a desk was sent at Rhino which hit him squarely in the face. While no damage was incurred, it did piss Alex off. With a yell he charged the hero who jumped out of the building.
Back in the street the officers kept their sidearms trained on the armored criminal but didn't fire, for risk of ricochet.
"Alex, just tell me what he wants and I promise the cell your going to get will have running water this time!" Peter landed a few punches to Rhino's unprotected face but all it did was anger the hulking man even more.
"That's what you said last time! I didn't have a toilet for week!" A charge landed his horned helmet into the side of a building. As he tried to pull himself out of the wall's rubble, Peter thought of a plan to subdue the animal themed thug.
'I could wail on Rhino for an hour and he'd still keep swinging. Gotta figure out something that limits property damage and does not involve dropping a building on him like last time.' Peter then looked towards the harbor. 'Ice is still pretty thick. Could hold my weight but Rhino's….'. "Lightbulb."
"Hey Alex! Catch!" A quick thiwiping sent a mailbox straight for Rhino's head. While ineffective, it was impaled on Alex's horn blocking his field of vision.
"Is that all you got web head?" Rhino ripped the blue, metal box apart and charged the young hero, who was swinging towards the docks.
Peter then saw the scuba gear the NYPD had kept near the harbor in lockers near the edge of the water line. He pried one open and pulled out the tank and mask. With a two second tingle, Peter turned around and bashed Rhino on the chin with the air tank. A loud clang sounded as steel met titanium super suit. Rhino stumbled back and brought a backhand in retaliation.
The Web-head ducked and back flipped onto the frozen harbor. From what his suit was telling him the ice was about 6 inches thick and the total depth was about 12 feet to the bottom. Perfect.
Peter put the tank and his shoulder and called the Rhino, "You sure you want more? You gotta be pretty beast enough to come and get it." A kung-fu come and get it pose infuriated Rhino into charging in blind.
"I'll show you beast enough!!" Alex then gave a mighty leap into the ice, cracking it down to the water.
"Here", Peter said as he tossed the tank and mask to Rhino, "You're gonna need this."
CRACK*
Rhino only looked at the hero with utter loathing, "I hate you, so much." After he uttered that, the ice shattered and swallowed Alex O'Hirn. It didn't stop as the entire harbor began to break apart. Peter quickly jumped to shore to escape the freezing cold water.
He wasn't worried about Rhino's life, the mask would give him plenty of air and wouldn't get hypothermia due to 96% of his body being covered by his suit. His face would be covered by the scuba mask so no risk there. He turned around and saw the detectives and other officers walking up to him.
Peter couldn't resist the quip coming upon him. "Anybody order the frozen rhino?"
A collective groan came from the cops at his shitty pun. Reagan and Curatola walked up and looked into the harbor. Rhino was slowly inching his way to shore, judging from the bubbles rising to the water's surface.
"Man is he gonna be pissed when he gets out of that." Danny commented as he watched the bubbles.
"Yeah better get the tranquilizer ready, but he's gonna be freezing when he gets out of the water so you'll have time to get the darts in him no prob. Also might wanna get a crane." Peter perched himself on a bench and relaxed. Curatola looked at him and nodded approvingly.
"Nice suit Spidey, very slimming." Curatola was blunt/subtle in her behavior. Peter only laughed in his head at her words. She didn't know he was still in high school, but that didn't mean he couldn't play along.
"Why thank you detective. At first, I thought it was a little revealing but with your words, I think it's a plus." Peter flexed his arms showing the toned muscle beneath his skin-tight suit.
"Can you two not do this now, I just had lunch that Linda made for me. I'd rather not taste it twice." Danny mock gagged at the flirting between them.
"Calm down Danny, I'm getting out of your hair and getting a pie from Rocco's." Peter jumped up the side of a nearby building, sprinting towards the ledge. As the cops turned around towards the squad cars until the sound of the vigilante's voice came back. "Hey Detective Curatola! Call me!"
At that moment Curatola's phone went off and showed a phone number with a chiby Spider-Man winking a heart at her. She quickly put her phone away and glared at the snickering beat cops.
"Down girl, I got the feeling he's below the jail-bait line." Danny regretted that snarky comment when Curatola's thick winter shoe met his own.
So again I'm sorry about the wait. I'm typing with my phone and editing with same. While also dealing with morons at my job. I'm not making excuses but I'm very limited in what i can do in a certain amount of time. Also im horrible at editing and am looking for beta readers to help me. PM me if your interested.
So alot of the comment section has wondered what Marvel/DC girls are going to get with Peter. While having a varied lovelife, Peter is never a polygamist. I'm thinking a max of 3 with a couple of flings in this open relationship. Black Cat is confirmed for the 1st spot cause Felicia and Peter have great chemistry. I'm thinking either Donna Troy/Troia or a teenage She-Hulk because i really like the She-Hulk character.
Also I'm only adding Marvel characters who have a deep connection with Peter, the Fantastic Four are like a second family and Peter has always been an ally to Bruce Banner/Hulk so I'm considering them but nothing is set in stone.
Until next time everybody. In the words of Stan 'The Man' Lee, Excelsior!