You see a black suit man with goggles over his eyes, a large black duffel bag slung around his chest and black gloves on hanging upside down on a webline outside of a building called Briars Banking at night. He looks at his own reflection thru the front door's glass, then looking over at a security camera to the right of him.
A blonde haired girl from high school, wearing glasses, stands on the sidewalk, looking up at him. Named Gwen, the two of them starts talking outside the bank.
"So you got on a new suit," Gwen asks the black suit man.
"Yeah, Ed made it for me. He calls it the Spider-Noir suit." Spider Noir says to her.
"You're using it to rob a bank." Gwen starts to say. "Spiderman doesn't rob banks. Criminals do."
"Well, Peter needs the money," Spider-Noir replies back to her. "There's no other way."
"Peter would always find a way," Gwen says crossly. "You're changing, and it's not for the best."
"I have to do this." Spider-Noir starts to say. "I'm doing this Gwen, and you're not going to change my mind about it."
"What if something happens?" Gwen asks with concern. "What if you get caught?"
"I got this," Spider-Noir says. "It's all mapped out, it's going to work. I'm not breaking into Shield or anything, it's just a local bank."
"I got a bad feeling about this," Gwen says to him.
"It's going to work," Spider-Noir says. "That's just the fear getting to you."
Gwen shakes her head, and walks away in silence, as Spider-Noir starts talking inside his mind, heard out loud.
I should have just turned back around and swung away. Cause how it all went down...
Gwen doesn't have Spider senses, but I should have listened to her. I really, really should have
2
A brown haired highschooler boy named Peter opens the front door of an apartment and walks inside with only candles lit in the darkness.
"Aunt May?" Peter says uneasily. "Are you home? and why are there candles everywhere?"
"I'm at the dinner table." Aunt May screams from the kitchen.
Peter walks over to the kitchen, candles lit all around him and sees a few candles on a table illuminating his Aunt, sitting down at the table, waving his hands around asking why.
"The power got cut." Aunt May starts to say with an embarrassed look. "Along with the wi-fi and cable. I'm running low this month Peter, and had to not pay for some things, but only for a little bit, till my next check comes in."
"I thought you just got the new job?" Peter asks with disbelief. "Don't you get paid next week or something?"
"I work on commission." Aunt May starts to say. "I have to sell a house to get a check, and I'm sure I'll sell one later this week, I know I will."
"Well, we just need to pay for this month right?" Peter starts to ask. "I'll just see if I can..."
"We're months overdue." Aunt May interrupts him by saying. The months out of work while looking for a job, I've been behind."
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Peter asked in a shocked tone and look.
"Well, you were dealing with Gwen's death and school, I just didn't wanna put more on your plate with worrying." Aunt May says. "I told you I'll bounce back with another job, and I did."
"I could have helped the whole time if I would have known..." Peter says. "You said you had it all under control, savings..."
"I went thru savings paying for your Uncles funeral." Aunt May says. "And what little I had left from that was spent on your school supplies and clothes this semester, along with the food in the fridge and little stuff like that. Again, I didn't want to worry you, this wasn't your burden to bear."
"I could have worn the same clothes!" Peter says. "Did leftovers for leftovers, I could have cut down on the costs, we could have got rid of the cable and stuff long ago! We have enough for next weeks rent right?" Peter asks.
Aunt May shakes her head before talking. "I got about half of this months, but if I talk to the landlord, it should be able to buy us till the next month due date. I should have the money coming in then, we'll just have to ration a lot of what we have at the house now is all. Cellphones gonna get cut in two weeks. Whatever we need light for, should probably use during the daytime, use the natural sunlight by the windows for now.
Peter rubs the back of his hair in disbelief, and just solemnly says "okay."
"We'll get thru this, it's just getting over this hump is all." Aunt May tries to say reassuringly, faking a believable smile.
"I know Aunt May," Peter says, standing up to kiss her right cheek, hugs, and then walks out the kitchen to go to his room. He closes the door, pulls out his cellphone, and use the light from that to see the bed in front of him, and lays down on it. He looks over at Gwen, who lays by his side now.
"Hi," Peter says sadly.
"Hey," Gwen replies back in the same tone. "I heard."
"Yeah," Peter says, and Gwen cuddles him, as Peter then turns off the light from his cellphone, laying in the darkness now.
3
A man wearing a business suit named Curt Conners sits at a table along with other man and women in business attire in a large room inside Oscorp. One of the men is the C.E.O. of Oscorp known as Martin Li.
"Let me first shake your hand and tell you that it is an honor to be having this discussion with you," Curt says, holding out his hand to Martin.
"I'm not Norman Osborne," Martin says back, looking at the man's hand.
"That's why it's an even bigger honor," Curt says sincerely, and to that, Martin shakes his hand with a bit of a smile.
"Why couldn't the C.E.O. attend this meeting themselves?" One lady asked at the table.
"Feeling under the weather," Curt says. "So I was sent to talk with the board of Oscorp in their place."
"Makes it look like they don't care," Martin says. "Bad business call."
"Being honest here." Curt starts to say. "That's why the Life Foundation sent me. Cause Oscorp has been making nothing but bad business calls. Having a man run around killing people, being exposed as to illegally dumping hazardous waste years previous, refusing to give any press information or access to works in progress?"
"All that was when Norman was in charge." One man at the table says.
"Yes, and you must have been well versed on things over at the Life Foundation." Another man starts to say. "Like your company is soo squeaky clean itself."
"It has yet to be proven otherwise," Curt says.
"Why are you wasting our time Mr. Conners," Martin says. "If you didn't know by now, I have a billion dollar company to run still."
"Is it?" Kurt says to Martin. "Cause tho you're showing those numbers, the analysts at my company says otherwise. Says you're drowning in debt."
"It has yet to be proven otherwise," Martin says, then clears his throat. "Next time Mr. Conners, bring facts, and not rumors. We're trying to run a profitable company here, not... whatever yours is doing."
"You're soo negative," Curt says. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"You can tell that to security when I call them in here," Martin says, about to pull out his cellphone from his business suit vest, looking bored.
"Okay, I'll just be frank with you all," Curt says. "The Life Foundation wants to buy in. We're offering a merger. Our companies together, with our resources and minds, can create something on a global scale, and double if not triple our stock percentages."
"The Life Foundation has been trying to buy us out all this time!" One man yells.
"You're competition, there is no deal." A woman yells after.
Martin puts up a hand to silence everyone as they chatter among themselves and then asks why would they even consider such a deal.
"You won't allow a buyout, my boss is aware of that." Curt starts saying. "Norman rather see this whole company go fully broke before selling it off. Right now tho, Oscorp needs more revenue and a positive image to the people. The Life Foundation needs access to Oscorp patented tech and serums to progress in our own fields, so, it would be beneficial for both companies."
"And what..." Martin starts to say with an intrigued tone. "Do you have to show us?"
"I already have," Curt says. "That's why I was sent here. To show you what the Life Foundation can do behind the scenes, and more importantly, with the help of Oscorp. That hand you shook? Regrown. It was an armless stub before The Life Foundation experimented on me. Not prosthetic, no robotics, a fully fleshed regrown arm in a matter of months. not years, months."
Curt puts his hand out once more to the table for all to see, wiggling his fingers and clutching his hand into a fist as the room full of people started chattering again, and even louder this time.
"Our differences aside, you need u," Curt says to Martin.
"Let's cut the crap," Martin says. "In reality, for you to say all this, and offer, we're the ones with the upper hand, YOU need us, no pun intended."
Curt pulls back his arm, and just asks for a bottle of water, avoiding eye contact with Martin for a moment.
"There's a time limit to the offer," Curt says, looking away from Martin still, feeling inferior now.
"Which is?" Martin asks a grin on his face now, knowing he got to Curt.
"You have two weeks from today to decide," Curt says. "After that, the deals off, and no more negotiations. 'That gives you time for everyone here to discuss it, along with getting in contact with Norman, wherever he is."
"Norman might mess this up!" One man says. "What if he doesn't agree with our vote, why should we let a psychopath killer have the final verdict!?"
"Cause that psychopath killer still has the most stake in his own company, like it or not," Martin says. "And I can't stand it either.
Curt stands up, and thanks to everyone as he walks away.
"Wouldn't the merger mean some would lose their jobs?" Martin asks, still sitting down.
"Unfortunately yes," Curt says. "Still, it's better some lose their jobs here, then you all lose your jobs." Curt finished saying, opening the doors and walking out the room.
Martin looks over at everyone, and says, "Go home, get some sleep, think it over. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"You seem like you already made up your mind." One woman asks Martin.
"I have," Martin responds back, looking over at the doors with an angry glare.
4
You now see Spider-Noir sneaking around the outside of Briars Banking, breaking into the inside as scenes play of a previous talk of Peter and an Asian highschooler named Ed talks in Ed's room.
"I've been designing new suits for you," Ed says, going over to his closet, and pulling out the black suit Spider-Noir costume. "This one is all black, to blend into the night and give you that extra stealth stat you know. I've been reading this French book for English class, and it gave me the idea to do it, I call it Spiderman Noir!"
"Ed," Peter says to him, looking at the costume. "I already have a suit, besides, I never gave you my measurements."
"Oh, yeah, I got the suit to be expansive, so it can fit any body weight up to or under four hundred pounds." Ed starts to reply. "Got that idea from that Fantastic guy's suit blueprint, and you're gonna need a new suit going into the bank, that way people can think it was Spiderman, but it throws them off cause Spiderman don't wear this so it's a wannabe."
Peter looks at the wrists, and see devices attached to them, asking Ed what they're for.
"Oh, those are portable web shooters." Ed says. "your webbing sticks around for days, but after looking at the compounds in it and synthesizing, I created web fluid that keeps its dexterity for hours, about two, sometimes three, but four max. You can refill the web-shooters with these canisters that are kept in the belt, just reload to pop them in, they do everything your natural webbing can."
"I can already shoot web," Peter says confused.
"Right, but temporary webbing will once again throw people off from thinking it's really you at the bank," Ed replies. "They'll go, Nah, Spiderman's web stays for days, this stuff goes away after hours, gotta be a fake. Also, there's a compact walkie inside the mask so you can keep a direct line with me on my phone via Bluetooth."
"Pretty smart," Peter says. "When you got the free time."
"Pfft," Ed says. "I got grades for days, besides, I built all this for when I go out in the field."
"When you?" Peter asks, trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, you know, like your sidekick, your partner man," Ed says. 'I'm thinking I call myself I don't know, kid arachnid or something."
"Sounds good," Peter says. "If you were actually a kid."
"OOF!" Ed says, clutching his heart to be overdramatic. "For that, I'm not giving you the keys to the Spidercycle."
"Why do I need a motorcycle?" Peter asks, then raise an eyebrow and says, "Yeah, actually you know what, yeah I need one."
"I'm mad at you," Ed says. "No motorcycle today, your privilege has been revoked."
Peter shakes his head and then asks what's the plan.
"I can hack the cameras from here." Ed starts to say. "There's going to be laser grids, which you can move around, a metal door vault, which you can open with your super strength and a silent alarm motion detector that I will reroute to our favorite fast food place."
"You're not even going to stop me?" Peter asks.
"I'm sure you got your reasons, especially if you're not telling me," Ed says. "I would just ask my dad for it.. but..."
"I know," Peter says. "I'm not gonna ask you and your dad like that. I'm not your friend cause you're rich.
"I'm my friend cause I'm rich," Ed says, then laughs.
"Just the one time, then never again," Peter says. "Besides, they'll just replace the money, they got insurance, just more money printed and sent to them while people struggle."
"The Scorpions talk really got to you huh," Ed asked.
"No," Peter replies. "The Green Goblins talk did."
Ed looks away, getting quiet, and after a moment, Peter grabs the suit and says, "suiting up, I'll keep you on mask walkie."
Spider-Noir is now seen opening up the metal vault in the back of the bank, straining to pull it open. After getting it halfway open, he slips inside, and walks away, looking at all the bills of USD. He pulls off his duffel bag, unzips it, and starts stuffing stacks of money into it. Spider-Noir stuffs it full, with it still unzipped and a few bills falling out, and slips back out, closing the metal vault back up, and speaking on his walkie inside his mask.
"In and out," Spider-Noir says.
"Was it a lot of money?" Ed says over the walkie.
"More than I'll ever have in my lifetime," Spider-Noir said back.
"So not that much," Ed says slyly.
Spider-Noir then drops the duffel bag full of money to the ground and holds his head, screaming out in pain. Thru his eyes, you see a black mist float across Spider-Noirs feet and Ed asks what's wrong.
With Spider-Noirs heartbeat heard loudly, Spider-Noir says, "My spider senses, but.."
A loud sound is heard, and Spider-Noir slides across the floor to the front of the metal vault, with him coughing and gagging, looking up to see a man dressed in yellow and gray.
"You just made this job a lot easier mate." The man says to Spider-Noir in an Irish accent. "That was a hit from my concussion blasters, on low settings, so be a good lad and hand over the cash, or the next one will be on high frequency."
"Concussion blasters, grey and yellow costume, who is this guy?!" Spider-Noir asks on his walkie.
"I'm looking it up now," Ed says as the man takes his time to walk over to Spider-Noir, fists raised in front of himself.
"He's called Shocker, a low-level thief who still manage to escape the police so his real identity is unknown," Ed says.
Fudge Spider-Noir is heard saying inside his mind now while standing back up, moving wobbly. Okay, this guy coming out of nowhere shocked me
5
"Feels like a car rammed into me..." Spider-Noir says on the walkie. "I would know how that feels..."
"Give up the trinkets and off with yer." Shocker starts to say. "I used to be a boxer yer know, so you got no way to win this. I like your moxie tho, rob the small banks so less heat from the coppers on yer, but this sheep's mines, so flag off."
"Maybe it's the concussion blast, cause I didn't get half of that," Spider-Noir says on the walkie.
Shocker starts bouncing up and down, jumping up from his toes, punching with his fists, as if sparring with an invisible enemy. "Tell yer what, if you can outbox me, I'll let yer go." You can take the money and run."
"Do I have a choice?" Spider-Noir asks Shocker, putting his fists in front of himself now.
"Don't be daft." Shocker says. "Course yer don't." "We'll fight like men, aye!"
"You're not gonna actually throw down with this guy like that are you?!" Ed asks over the walkie.
"I won't be able to take many more of those concussion blasts." Spider-Noir starts saying. "Besides, I got super strength and agility, I can take him."
Spider-Noir walks over to Shocker with fists still raised and acting confident.
"That's tha spirit!" Shocker says excitedly. "Been itching for a good match, so have at thee!"
Spider-Noir jabs with his right and Shocker moves to the left, bouncing on his back heels. Spider-Noir then jabs again with his right, and then quickly with his left, with Shocker ducking under the right, and blocking the left fist. Shocker sucker punches Spider-Noir with his left fist right in the face as Spider-Noir takes a few steps back to readjust himself.
"Somethings not right," Spider-Noir says on the walkie. "I have super agility, but the guy can still land a punch on me..and with those gauntlets on his hands... I can feel that pain."
"Then you gotta walk away man," Ed says over on the walkie. 'You shouldn't try to take this guy without a plan."
"You gonna tap out or you gonna swing for me lad?" Shocker asks, still jumping up on down, switching between bouncing on his left and right feet.
"Round two!" Spider-Noir yells and delivers a flurry of blows at Shocker. One fist hits Shocker across the face, and then the guards as Spider-Noir jabs his stomach after. Shocker calls him cheeky, and then delivers five punches to Spider-Noir, with two of them connecting to his head, and the third one to his right rib. Spider- Noir steps back, and then weaves out the way of the other two, throwing back a new set of jabs, one going into Shocker's mouth, and another to the side of his head as Shocker then hits Spider-Noir under the chin and three across the face in a flurry of blows.
Spiderman then guards his face, then chest, then delivering three hard fists into Shocker's chest, making him jump back a foot. Shocker places a hand on his jaw, moving it some, spitting out a tooth to the floor, as Spider-Noir says on the walkie that he's having trouble seeing out his right eye.
"Round three!" Shockers yells and rushes Spider-Noir as Ed yells over the walkie that he's on his way to help.
Spider-Noir punches all over, with half the hits connecting to Shocker, making Shocker go defensive and guard all over. After Spider-Noir exhaust himself, Shocker quickly unguards and delivers his own flurry, a punch to Spider-Noirs right side of the head, then his face, then his stomach, face again, left rib, underneath the chin, two punches to the face, one more to the mouth, another to the stomach, and a right jab across the face, making Spider-Noir drop down to the floor.
"Stay down yeah, yer lost." Shocker says to him, walking over to grab the duffel bag now.
"No!" Spider-Noir yells. "I need that money!" Spider-Noir then starts standing back up at him as Shocker adjust the dials on his gauntlets.
"If you stand back up and come for me, I'm gonna end it, I'm warning yer." Shocker says to him.
"Put down the money," Spider-Noir says angrily as Shocker grabs the duffel bag.
"Nah. You lost, mate." Shocker says, walking away now to go to the front doors.
Spider-Noir puts out his hands, as Shocker asks what is he doing, and Spider-Noir sprays out weblines from out both his wrists, sticking them to Shockers' chest and pulling him to where he stands. Spider-Noir readies a fist, about to punch Shocker in the head as Shocker, still being pulled to Spider -Noir, slides to him on his knees and punch with both fists at Spider-Noir's legs.
In slow motion, Spider-Noir drops to the side of Shocker, and screams out in pain, as Shocker stands up, grabs the back, and looks over at Spider-Noir.
"Sorry man, you won't be fighting anymore." Shocker says, walking out the door with the duffel bag full of money as Spider-Noir tries to get up, but then drops to the ground, time going back to normal speed.
"I can't move my legs," Spider-Noir says on the walkie, sounding panicked, then repeating himself. He looks down at them, seeing them swaying and not responding. Spider-Noir crawls on his hands to the front door, straining as he screams out the name 'Gwen'.
"Gwennnnnnnnnnnnn. Gwennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Spider-Noir says in a panic, collapsing after a few more minutes go by, looking over at the side of the bank while laying on his side, closing up his eyes in his goggles, breathing hard, until he just stops breathing.
6
Spider-Noir opens his eyes, seeing himself laying on Ed's bed in his bedroom, with Ed standing over him dressed in a metallic Spider-man outfit with four metal spider-like legs from his back, and mask off as he talks.
"Good, you're waking up now, I came and got you in the Iron Spider suit before the cops came." Ed starts to say. 'We gotta get you in regular clothes, and someplace else if you're going to explain how you broke your legs."
"What," Spider-Noir asks sleepily.
"They're broke," Ed says. "Shocker shattered them.. they're just... barely attached to your kneecaps... The good news is that with your super healing, it will fix them back to new, but... it could take some time."
"How much time?" Spider-Noir asks.
"I don't know," Ed says. "I'm not even fully sure if they will be fixed... For now man, you're going to need a wheelchair, it's no way around it, I'm sorry."
"I could be crippled forever?" Spider-Noir asks.
"Yeah," Ed says sadly.
"And the money?" Spider-Noir asks.
"It wasn't there when I showed up, I was just too focused on getting you out of there, you were passed out, and I didn't know if you had internal bleeding... I freaked okay." Ed says.
"So it was all for nothing," Spider-Noir says. "It was all for nothing."
"I'm sorry man," Ed says. "Your Spider-man days are over. When I found you, You was soo out of it, I had to hurry and bring you home, you just opened your eyes and asked for Gwen when I lifted you up."
"I thought I was going to see her again," Spider-Noir said.
"She's dead tho man," Ed says sadly.
"I know." Spider- Noir replies back in the same tone.
Spider-Noir lays on the bed in silence after that, as you now hear Peters voice as the narrator, and sad music plays in the background.
"Sure enough the doctors told me it would take a miracle for me to walk again, and because I was wheelchair bound after, a charity got wind of the news and paid for the hospital bill, some corporation called The Life Foundation, and even for everything at the apartment for the next six months. I wasn't happy to take the money, nor was Aunt May, but we needed it, now more than ever. I wanna say this was the end of Spiderman, but it's not. For me..." Peter says now seen in a wheelchair in his room.
Gwen sits by him on the floor, and rest her head on his lap with sad eyes, whispering that she's sorry.
"This was still only the start of more to come. Much worse to come." Peter finished saying as narrator, as Peter pets the top of Gwen's head and looks out his bedroom window.
The screen fades to black.