Disclaimer: Spiderman, Marvel and all other properties you know and love are very much not mine. Though they tease me with their not-owned-by-me-edness.

Welcome to chapter six! Whoop! I'm very happy to be writing, but bear in mind that I will be starting with exams this Friday, but I promise to post as often as possible. I'll try my best to adhere to my usual weekly chapters, but I can't promise anything. X(

Without further ado, let's get to the story!

Mr. Author

Chapter 6:

"Shock therapy"

2014

"-reports flooding the Bugle Blog, J3 network, and J3FM radio station of Spiderman, allegedly stopping a bank robbery in the late hours of yesterday. However, eyewitness reports have claimed Spiderman was seen exiting the Bank, but not entering it. Is it possible that Spiderman was pretending to arrest his fellow crooks? Next on the J3 network: Spiderman: Backstabbing Bankrobber?

Let's discuss, only here at J3."

"Good morning Peter." Aunt may said from the kitchen as Peter trudged down the stairs. "What do you do that makes you so tired?"

Peter plopped down at the table and yawned wide. Aunt May smacked him on the shoulder. She filled his plate with badly burnt eggs, and raw bacon.

"Gee thanks Aunt May!" Peter said, trying to look like he was enjoying the meal. Then he simply tried to look like it was edible. "It's... it's great." He gave his best smile.

"Oh Peter, it's my absolute pleasure. Now, I know I'm not the chef your uncle was, but I did catch a tip or two from Mrs. Stacy." She smiled and started to chew her own food.

Peter finished his breakfast and walked towards the door. He kissed Aunt May on the forehead as he passed.

"Tell you what Aunt May, how about I make breakfast tomorrow? You seem exhausted." Peter walked towards the door.

"Yes well, I have been working the night shift this past week, so I'm still not used to these hours." She yawned. "But it pays better. Enjoy your day sweetie!" She called as Peter walked to the bus stop. She looked over to the stack of bills on the counter. She sighed.

"We do need the money." She said as she stroked a hand through her graying black hair.

Peter got on the bus that morning, afraid of others becoming aware of his secret as Captain Stacy had.

Peter moved to the back of the bus and sat down, his back to the window as he pulled out an exam pad.

Webshooters. He wrote down and underlined it. He quickly drew a sketch of his now signature accessories.

Possible improvements:

Trigger:

-Uncomfortable for heavier loads.

Palm mounted pressure pad?

Ammo:

-Runs out of fluid and gas

Gas container in backpack, connected

by tubes could resolve issue.

Some form of cartridge for webs?

Peter encircled the last part and started drawing possible designs to implement these changes.

"So you're definitely applying then!" Came a cheery voice from right in front of Peter. He startled, nearly dropping his notepad.

The girl in front of Peter was a freshman like Peter.

"You're Deborah Right? Deborah Whitman?" Peter turned to face her and gave a smile.

"Applying for what?" Peter asked.

"The teen blogger post on the Bugle Blog?" Deborah said and removed her cellphone. She opened an app captioned "bugle" on the forefront of the homepage was an article with a very bad and blurry picture of Spiderman. The article read:

"Help wanted!"

We here at the Daily Blog have always been on the sharpest cutting edge when it comes to technology and advancements. Thus, it is our greatest pleasure to announce this competition! Any person under the age of eighteen can apply! The person who can feature the best content featuring that dastardly vigilante Spiderman will be given an official post on the Daily Bugle team! Happy hunting.

-J Johnah Jameson,

editor-and-chief of the Daily Bugle

*edited by Betty Brant

"That's so cool!" Peter said, picking up his own cellphone.

"Not to mention the extra lunch money." Deborah smiled and scrolled down a bit.

"Money?" Peter asked. His spider-sense flared and he unconsciously dodged a spitball which hit the person directly behind him.

Flash and his goons sat awe struck as they now hit Alex in the head with a spitball. Alex slowly stood up and shoved his earphones in his bag.

"Not the day." He said and cracked his knuckles.

"Alex stop!" Peter said standing between them.

"I don't need you to keep ol' Rhino at bay! He's too much of a chicken to do anything anyway!" Flash stood up and pulled of his jacket.

Alex moved until his chest was against Peter's hand. Flash stood with his fists up.

"Move." Alex said. "Or I'm going to put you down."

Peter stood his ground and faced Alex.

"No." He said simply.

"Peter, this is your last chance. Either I beat on Flash or I break you."

"Yeah like you could even hit me!" Flash said and flung a fist. Peter caught it and pushed Flash back, not taking his eyes off Alex.

"Alex, you need to calm down." Peter said.

"Ok then." Alex said.

Peter's spider-sense flared.

Peter twisted his head as Alex's first hit went right past his ear. He only moved his head, avoiding jabs, crosses and a vicious uppercut.

Alex screamed in frustration and kicked. Peter did a backbend and caught Alex's foot right over his chest. Peter pushed Alex back, kipping up easily.

Alex landed on the backseat of the bus where he gave a cry. His eyes shone with fury as he charged at Peter.

"That's enough!" Everyone stopped and turned to the front of the bus where a teary eyed and furious Gwen stood. The silence was charged and thick. She walked past Peter and took Alex by the arm. They sat down at the back of the bus.

Peter plopped down in the seat next to Deborah. She stared at him, open mouthed.

"That was amazing." She stated. "How did you do that?"

"I... uh... took Jazz classes." Peter said and began scrawling on his exam pad again.

Deborah looked over at the drawing.

"These are really in depth!" She gasped. "It's like you've seen them up close..."

Peter's blood ran cold. She just saw me beat up one of the most physically fit kids in school, with acrobatics a gymnast would envy! And now she knows I know how the webshooters work! Damn it! I need to keep my identity better!

"Uh... it's because... I... helped him make them." Peter said. Nice. Now if anyone wants to get at Spiderman they'll come knocking on my door.

Really?" Deborah asked wide eyed and with wonder.

"Uh...yeah. He's a... a friend of my Uncle's. Was, I mean." Peter added quickly.

"Oh well, then you've got this Bugle job in the bag!" Deborah said, with a slight edge to her voice.

"Yeah... yeah." Peter stuttered. "Yeah, oh yes. Yeah, definitely..." Peter paused for a moment.

"Why is that?" Peter asked curiously.

"Well you obviously have something nobody else could ever get. Pictures! Interviews! Peter that job is yours for the taking!" Deborah said and plucked her phone from her pocket. She started typing and swiping furiously.

"Hey wait!" Peter said. "What are you doing?"

"Well I had a whole article planned out. But there's no use now." She sighed.

"Hey I haven't even made anything." Peter said and stopped her from erasing anything else.

"It's no problem. Really. I've got my hands full anyway."

Ok then. I didn't even know about this thing. But Aunt May and I really could use the money. Peter thought as the bus drove off to school.

"Conflict!" Mr. Daniels wrote on his blackboard.

"Mr. Thompson!" Mr. Daniels spun around and flashed the class a smile.

"Huh!" Flash started and looked up. A page of doodles stuck to where he was drooling in his sleep.

"Isn't that face conflict with the laws of nature?" Peter jibed from his desk.

"Funny, Mr. Parker." Mr. Daniels smiled. "The embarrassment I'm sure Flash is feeling at this moment is an excellent example of Social Conflict."

Flash glared at Peter who simply bowed his head and continued his sketch of his webshooters.

Mr. Daniels walked up to the board and wrote Social Conflict in big letters.

"Social conflict is conflict based in what a person does or how they act and how it contrasts with what society deems acceptable. Who can give another example of Social conflict?"

In the back of the class someone said: "Spiderman, because he acts in a way that would normally be frowned upon?"

Mr. Daniels smiled.

"Very Good! Yes! But to Spiderman we can also attach the other two forms of conflict: Physical Conflict and Emotional Conflict."

Mr. Daniels drew a picture of a mask on the board. It looked like Peter's, except that it had a web pattern all over it.

"Now, Physical is obvious, but who can tell me why Emotional Conflict can be associated with Spiderman?"

"Uhm... is it because he wears his pajamas where everybody can see them?" Asked Sally Avril her Jersey accent acutely portraying her indifferent disgust.

Mr. Daniels laughed softly. "Not exactly Sally, but we can mention another piece of his costume that distinctly portrays his Emotional Conflict."

He pointed to the mask he drew on the board.

"A mask. Spiderman wears a mask. Why? Is he ashamed of what he does? Is he someone who did something wrong, trying to recompense for past mistakes? Or is it more noble?"

Mr. Daniels walked through the class every eye following him intently.

"Maybe he wears a mask because he doesn't want the criminals to see his fear. Maybe he hides his face to protect his loved ones from harm. Maybe he doesn't care about the fame. What if-" Mr. Daniels was cut off by the school bell.

"Wait! Hold up!" Mr. Daniels stood at the door.

"Now you all know I don't like giving homework." The class groaned simultaneously.

"You've all probably heard about the Daily Bugle's Blogger post. As you know it's an open competition. But what you may not know is that my Fiancé, Betty Brant, is the secretary for the editor. I met with Mr. Jameson the other day and he told me that he'd read entries from my classes with higher regard than other entries."

The children started muttering excitedly, their voices growing steadily in volume.

"All right! Settle down!" Mr. Daniels laughed. "Your homework: Why does Spiderman wear a mask?"

Why do I wear the mask? Peter thought as he walked to his locker. He unlocked the door and put his Science books inside. He stuffed his Algebra books in his bag and put his hand on the door to close it.

Spider Sense! Peter thought and slowly closed the door.

He moved his head slightly as a fist slammed into his locker door. Note to self. Fix locker door.

Peter put his backpack down and ducked another swing from the enraged Flash.

"Think you're funny don't you?" Flash raged. He swung at Peter again who easily dodged it. A small crowd gathered around them, boxing them in.

"Flash, just leave it." Peter said while weaving effortlessly through Flash's punches.

Flash screamed in rage and charged at Peter. With nowhere to dodge to Peter flipped over Flash and kicked him on the back. Flash crashed into the locker. Peter landed on the ground and grabbed his backpack.

All around him were shocked faces. Everyone whispered in hushed voices. Some pointed and muttered angrily.

"What?" Peter yelled. "You're mad that weak nerd puny Parker can throw a punch? I don't need this."

Peter pushed through the crowd and walked quickly outside. He never looked back. If he did he would have noticed the blood trickling from Flash's mouth and nose.

Peter screamed in frustration as he pulled himself high up into the air. He shot two webs at a nearby building, pulling hard he flung himself over the roof.

"This is Officer Stan Carter! We need immediate backup at the bank near union square!" An explosion resounded over the radio. "No I don't have the exact address! What's this? 14th? Just get to union square and follow the sound of-" Another explosion followed by a sound like a foghorn. "Follow the sound of the chaos!"

Peter pulled hard out of his arc and shot a web at a nearby gargoyle. He pulled backwards and shot a web towards Union square.

There better be something I can punch. Peter flung himself up and shot a web at the corner of a windowsill. He yanked on the web-line and flew around the corner of the building. At the edge of the street he saw a car crash into a skyscraper.

Got to get there faster! Peter looked around him. He shot a web backwards and pulled himself into building that was currently under construction. He kicked off a girder and sprinted along the unfinished roof. He leaped over the edge diving towards a yellow crane. He shot two web-lines that attached to the tip of the crane and used the space inside to shoot himself outwards like a cannonball.

Peter landed squarely next to the car that was careening dangerously close to the edge. He ripped open the door, not bothering to undo the seat belt Peter ripped the seat out entirely and landed on the ground with the man still sitting.

At that moment the car lost grip and fell straight towards them. Peter leaped high up and shot four webs that caught the car and held it in place.

What could possibly be doing this? Peter thought as he landed on the nearest speeding police car. That station wagon flew half a block! Up ahead were policemen cowering behind buildings trying to get a shot at something near the entrance of the bank. The cop car Peter was on sped straight towards the danger, with Peter squatting on the roof.

Peter now saw that the thing causing the disturbance was a man in a leather jacket, wearing something almost like a welding mask, with clear yellow goggles. He had thinning brown hair and laughed maniacally. The man was wearing a harness of some kind that attached to two metal objects around his hands. They were rounded and smooth shaped almost like a bucket.

The man looked at Peter's ride and gave a wicked smile under his mask. He lifted his gauntlets and Peter's spider sense exploded. From the man's arms sprang sound waves that broke the sound barrier and became visible every inch or so. They slammed into the police car from the hood and it immediately crumpled. Acting on adrenaline and instinct, Peter ripped off the car's roof pulling the officers out and throwing them into the air.

Web-fluid, don't fail me now! Peter shot a web-line that attached to the policemen and another web-shot that stuck the line to a nearby streetlamp. The officers swung around the streetlamp once and hung softly.

The police car flipped in midair aiming to hit the ground roof first, with Peter still on it.

No time for webs! Peter thought and slammed his feet into the ground. The street cracked with the strain but the car caught.

Peter dropped the police car only to be hit by another sound wave before he could react. Peter was flung into the car slamming into a nearby building.

"Not even the Spiderman can stand up to the might of EXPLOSO!" Yelled the maniac and shot a sound wave into the air.

"Exploso? Really?" Peter thought as he leaped back in front of the man. "You don't even blow things up. You just make a lot of noise."

Peter leaped out of the way of another pulse and shot a web near the thief. He pulled himself closer and tried to kick the criminal in the face, but instead he had to dodge another sound attack.

"Well then, you'll have to settle on being crushed by THE SPEAKER!" The man yelled and tried to hit Peter.

His aim is off while he's distracted! If I can keep him talking I might be able to land a hit! Peter jumped easily over the man's punch and kicked him hard on his back. Nothing happened.

What?! His harness completely absorbed the impact of my kick! Peter flipped back to avoid another sound blast, landing on a nearby lamp post.

"No... That's not quite menacing enough." Peter jumped to avoid another hit.

"Why don't you go for something more classy?" Peter sidestepped a flung mailbox. "How about... Francis? Can I call you Francis? No... You're more of a Herman. How does Herman sound?"

"How did you know that?!" The man shouted and shot two erratic blasts that completely missed their mark, flying harmlessly through the air.

"NO my name is not Herman! It's..." He seemed to wrack his brain trying to come up with a good alias. Peter took full advantage of this and with his amazing speed ran up and punched the felon full on the face. His blow landed like a feather.

"Hey!" Herman shouted and slammed Peter into the ground.

"Prepare to die by the hands of... SHOCKWAVE!" Herman and activated his gauntlets. Peter was flung by the sound waves pummeling him long the street until he crashed into bus.

"I-isn't that a- t-t-transformer?" Peter wheezed. I think I broke something. Something important. Peter stood up, holding his side.

"Badguy can't come up... with a proper name..." He gasped in pain as the man walked closer. "Shocker."

The man lifted his bucket shaped gauntlets right up in Peter's face.

"Shocker huh?" He smiled wickedly under his visor. "I like that."

He slammed Peter into the bus and then shot him through the roof. Peter flew high into the air where he slammed into the side of a building, sticking in the crater.

Losing... Consciousness... Got to... Get away... Peter shot a web and tried to swing away, but his hand slipped and he was flung into a nearby dumpster.

Peter woke up smelling trash. It was night time outside. His costume was ripped up and his cup goggles were shattered.

Thank goodness my web-shooters seem functional. Under the circumstances. Peter pulled off his mask and shoved it into his backpack. He pulled a grey hoodie over his head and walked dejectedly down the street.

Every part of me hurts! Peter thought as he walked up to the subway station entrance. He tried to pay the lady behind the counter with a hand of crumpled bills, but she closed his hands and said simply: "Lookin' like that, kid, you ride for free."

Peter sat on the subway train trying to figure out what went wrong.

When he finally walked through the front door he called: "Hey Aunt May! I'm Home!"

He was met with silence. He walked into the kitchen and saw a note taped to the fridge.

Dear Peter

I'm working a late shift at

the hospital tonight, so

I won't be home for dinner.

There is still some leftovers

from last night and I promise

I'll make it up to you

tomorrow.

With Love,

Aunt May

Thank goodness. Now I don't have to explain why I look like I got in a fight with a wild animal.

Peter pulled a bowl of macaroni from the fridge and walked down to his lab. He pulled his mask, goggles and web shooters from his backpack. He dressed slowly and painfully in his normal clothes and put his tattered suit on the table. Lateral tears were all over his top.

Time to get to work. Peter thought and put his Aunt's old sowing machine on the table.

Peter looked up at his work. He had sown closed all of the tears in the leotard. The Sowing made long lines all across his Shirt.

Hey. Peter smiled and looked at it. That gives me an idea. Peter continued stitching lines over his costume until it looked like spiderwebs running across.

Not bad. Thank you Mr. Daniels. Peter thought as he started doing the same for his mask.

Next he put his shattered goggles on the desk. These are no good and I can't have anyone recognise me while I'm fighting crime. Aunt May would freak. And if anyone I cared about got hurt because of me, I'd never be able to live with myself.

Peter walked over to a box in the corner and started digging around until he found what he was looking for. He removed a pair of skiing goggles from the box and moved over to where his workbench was.

He removed the lens and soft seal, and placed them aside. He placed the seal inside his mask and sowed the sponge to the red fabric. Next he used a glue gun so glue the lens to the mask. After waiting for the glue to dry, Peter sowed the mask closed so the lens looked like two white eyes.

Not Bad Parker. Now the web-shooters. Peter tightened a few bolts and used a piece of machinery to create a place where his small containers of web fluid can slot into. Then he stitched small rubber hoops under the arms of his shirt, and put two big compressed air bottles in his backpack. He sowed the backpack shut and added a zipper, so that the bottles couldn't be seen. Then he attached the tubing from the gas bottles to the back of the web-shooters.

Peter yawned widely and walked up the steps. Switching off the lights and locking the basement.

Peter ran down the steps, refreshed and feeling light as air. He walked outside to catch a bus, but someone grabbed him by his arm and pulled him away. Peter immediately recognized Gwen's soft smell and didn't resist.

"Come with me!" Gwen giggled and practically dragged Peter along after her.

Guess she's not mad anymore! Peter thought gleefully as he happily followed after his best friend. She laughed her soft laugh and pulled his hand yanking him along after her. She looked over her shoulder and flashed him a smile, her blue eyes dazzling.

They ran all the way into central park. Peter smiled a big goofy smile as he happily followed after her. I guess she's not mad anymore. That's good.

They plopped down on a red picnic blanket and Peter smiled wistfully on the grass.

"Oh Peter!" Gwen gushed. "I'm ever so glad I caught you!"

"How so?" Peter asked.

"I feel ever so foolish for being mad at you!" Gwen put her hand over her forehead and gasped slightly. "I don't even know why I was so concerned!"

"That's fine." Peter smiled.

"Peter, I love you my darling!" Gwen said. "I wish for you to hold me and be with me until the end of my days! I cannot live without you, my love!"

At this spun around and fluttered her eyelashes at Peter.

"Kiss me Peter!" Gwen said and puckered her lips.

Peter leaned closer, and just before their lips made contact he said:

"I love you too!" He exclaimed as he made a big kissing sound.

"I'm very fond of you as well, Mr. Parker, but that is hardly the appropriate response to explain your absence of homework." Mr. Daniels said.

"Wha?" Peter asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Homework?"

The class burst out laughing at Peter who only looked surprised. Up in front he made eye contact with Gwen who only looked away.

Ah man. Peter groaned and slammed his head on his desk.

"In other news, the criminal going by the name of 'the Shocker' has once again evaded police capture earlier today. We here at the J3 network have been asking ourselves how he managed not only to evade New York's finest, but also the vigilante known as Spiderman. After their brutal skirmish yesterday afternoon, the Spiderman has not been seen again. Is it possible that he succumbed to his injuries? Is he hiding after that embarrassing escapade? Next on J3 Daily sendout: Spiderman: Reign of terror's shocking conclusion.

But first the weather."

Mike Burgundy was a busy man. His branch of Fisk Construction and Mining was the leading in the state. Mike's men had an edge over his competitors in the area. Something nobody else had. He slammed a fat finger on the intercom button on his desk.

"MARCO! SCHULTZ! MY OFFICE!"

The two men that strode into his office could have been mistaken for brothers. They were the same height and build, with the same thinning brown hair. The difference between the two was both in their demeanor and their eyes.

Flint Marco was an ex-con trying to make up for past mistakes. He had soft green eyes and held his cap in his hands.

Herman Schultz on the other hand leaned arrogantly on the doorpost. The most distinct feature he had was his goatee and permanent smirk.

"Now, before we begin, anything you want to say?" Mike asked.

"W-well Mr. Burgundy, I just want to thank you for this opportunity. Not many folks'll hire a man with a record. It's honest work and I enjoy it. Pays the bills." Flint smiled his voice was soft and gentle. It was deep and he stuttered a bit.

"I just want to get this over with." Spat Schultz.

"All right then. You boys watch the news?" Mike asked.

"Psh, what is this? The nineties?" Scoffed Schultz.

"Uh... we can't afford the telly." Flint said softly.

"Right. Well I was doing a bit of paperwork while I was checking the news. And you'd never guess what I saw." He switched on the TV.

"A perp wearing my vibro-gauntlets!" He pointed to the screen where the Shocker and Spiderman were fighting.

"In the forties a scientist named Robert Stark managed, for the first time in known history, to mine one and a half liters of vibranium. Vibranium is a metal with the unique ability to absorb nearly all physical force. They used all of the vibranium they had to make the most famous frisbee known to man." He walked around so that he was sitting on his desk facing the two men.

"Now, I get access to a unique piece of mining equipment that can extract vibranium from the earth, but what do I see? Someone running around New York robbing banks and calling themselves the Shocker!" Mike was furious.

Schultz looked away, unable to meet his boss's eyes.

"This Shocker matches either of your descriptions. Are those new shoes Herman?" Mike said looking down at Schultz's feet.

"They look expensive. Now, before I called you back in here I had my doubts. But now I'm sure who this guy is." He looked straight at Herman who shrunk under his gaze.

"Old habits die hard, aye Marco?" Mike said softly and looked Flint in the eyes.

"What?! Mr. Burgundy I didn't-" Flint started desperately but Mike cut him off.

"Sorry Marco, I stuck my neck out for you. Hiring an ex-con. This is how you repay me?"

"Mr. Burgundy please! Call my wife I went straight to the hospital after work yesterday!" Marco cried.

"Yeah. Sure. Just made a quick withdrawal on the way. Get outa here." Mike said and pointed at the door.

I thought I was a gonner for sures! Herman whistled to himself as he got into the vibro-harness and walked into the mine.

Good 'ol Marco taking the fall as well! Priceless! He picked up the only other Vibro-Harness in the building and threw it down the mineshaft.

Now if The Shocker goes and makes a bit of a fuss later, I can just say Marco stole the other harness. Luckily I put a bullet in the doofus who dun made these, so nobody else has this kinda power.

"SCHULTZ!" Came a voice from behind Herman, before he could react Flint grabbed him by the neck.

"We both know you did it!" He yelled. He flung Herman into the wall behind him and slammed his arm into Herman's neck.

"Yeah!" Herman coughed. "And we both saw me get away with it!"

Flint cried in frustration and smacked Herman against the wall.

"Herman I need this!" He cried. "My little girl is in the hospital! She's got cancer Herman! We're barely scraping by as is! I need this!"

"Oh? Cry me a river!" Herman said and activated his gauntlets. Flint smacked into the vibranium mound at the end of the mine.

"Tell you what, Marco." Herman said and aimed his gauntlets at Flint.

"I'll tell your wife you said goodbye." He activated his gauntlets. Sound wave after sound wave crashed over Flint. He smacked into the sand on the tunnel floor, the vibrations driving him deeper into the ground. He felt his ribs crack as the vibranium in the ground started liquefying around him.

Flint Marco screamed as his molecules vibrated into the very sand he lay on.

"Good riddens." Herman said as he walked outside.

Unseen, the sand around Flint Marco's makeshift grave shifted.

And then lay still.

Herman Schultz was having a good day. After dealing with Marco he had hit two banks without getting caught.

The vibranium dust on his helmet and harness made the bullets from the police bounce off of him harmlessly.

He just finished robbing the third bank when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Shockie old pal. Good to see you."

He spun around and shot a soundwave the missed Peter by a long shot.

"Since our little dance yesterday... I couldn't stop thinking about you..." Peter jumped over another attack with ease and threw a chair at Herman. It broke harmlessly on his head, but Peter knew it wouldn't hurt him.

Herman screamed and shot a wide burst of sound at Peter who simply jumped outside the bank.

Shocker charged outside flailing his head about. A flowerpot fell on his head and cracked open, with the flower staying put in his hair.

Shocker screamed in frustration and spun around to where he thought Spiderman would be.

"See, you got me thinking yesterday. I couldn't hit you because you simply absorbed the impact. Then I thought: must be the suit. But-" Peter threw a nearby can that bounced off the exposed part of Shocker's helmet.

"See! Your bald spot absorbs the impact too! So then I said: We'll obviously he's a mutant then." Spiderman threw a small device that stuck to Herman's forehead.

"But look at that!" He dodged another soundwave. "Do you know what that little doohickey is Shockie? It's a device that goes ding! And it only goes ding when it detects a mutant gene."

Peter leapt to the side to avoid a flying mailbox.

"Free for all science nerds at the Trask Expo last year. And then-" Peter threw a water balloon. It broke on Herman's head and drenched him from head to toe.

"-it hit me. Tell me Shocker: what material can absorb all kinetic impact, has relation to sound, and doesn't make a device that goes ding! go ding?" Peter did a triple axle and webbed Shocker's gauntlets to the floor. He punched two joints on Shocker's harness and immediately the gauntlets popped off. Peter kicked Shocker in the chest and he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Vibranium dust, Shockie. That's what. And you know what happens to Vibranium dust when it gets wet? It washes off." Peter picked Herman up by the harness and punched him in the jaw. His head slumped forwards and Peter walked over to a nearby cop.

He dropped Herman at the feet Officer Stan Carter.

"Keep the change." He said and swung off into the city.

"Now Alex." Said a deep baritone voice. "As much as I believe that the child should not have to bear his father's sins, your father has quite a few." The man walked over to Alex and put a hand on his shoulder.

In front of them was a giant green container, scientists were mulling about checking screens and turning dials.

"Enhanced strength, near invulnerability, and of course the ability to transform at will." The man gestured to the equipment.

"But the final word lies with you. He is your father after all."

Alex looked the man dead in his eyes. Unflinching in front of one of the most infamous crime lords in history.

"Do it." He said simply.

The man smiled.

"Project Rhino is green lit." He said in an evil voice.