AN: And I'm back. Thank you for all being patient. For the past two months, I have been busy with work, and drafting story boards for not one, not two, but three stories. One of those stories is actually an original piece that one day I might try to publish. Part of the reason why I took on that challenge was of support from the people I know, including you all here for you compliments on this story, so thank you all for that confidence, but I expect that it will be the better part of a few years before I actually finish it. To the reviewer IAmN0tDead, please understand that this is alternate universe, though your reviews have been noted for further exploration. Any way, I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 1
OG was pissed. Those damn bikers had inhaled too much exhaust apparently, and a few of the Dogs of Hell thought that it had been a good idea to make a run through Rolling Sevens territory a couple days ago. Those assholes had stopped at a bar where some Sevens had been at and thought that a fight was a good idea. The fight afterward had been stopped by the professional party crashers, Spider-Man and Black Cat. There was nothing the sevens could do about that, but DoH needed to learn some respect, and that actions had consequences.
Samuel Johnson, known in the Rolling Sevens by his title of 'OG' had ordered a drive by on a DoH clubhouse tonight. Being the boss, OG wasn't with them, but right now, three cars were driving in a line on the way to the bar famous for is loud parties, and louder motorcycles. In each vehicle was a driver, and three other gangsters with a combination of pistols, MAC-10s, sawed off shotguns, and one guy who had an AKMSU. The cars themselves were not the extravagant, tuned up, purple painted cars that the Sevens were known for, but three unnoticeable sedans that the gangsters could drive without alerting the bikers to their presence as they drove through DoH territory.
The three cars were getting close to the DoH clubhouse. The front passenger in the front car, a large man who went by the moniker Bulldog, for the large pet dog he had, loaded the AKMSU in his lap. He then sent out a text to the other cars telling them to 'get strapped'. The vehicles turned onto the street of their target. The drives slowed the vehicles to 10 MPH, and the passengers rolled down their windows.
The next 12 seconds were mayhem. The gangsters leaned out, or stuck their firearms out the windows and fired indiscriminately at the biker gang members, vehicles, and the building. The bikers dove for cover, sand some pulled out handguns and began to fire back. One pulled a sawed off double barrel and fired at the last car. Right before the last car passed someone threw a Molotov Cocktail from the car, a primitive fire bomb made from high proof liquor and a homemade fuse.
"Drive Nigga." Bulldog shouted to the driver as he rolled up his window. He then turned around to face the guys in the back seat.
"We all as one?" He asked, checking to see is everyone was okay.
"Shit. This shit always makes my ears ring. Damn." One of the Sevens complains as he was sticking his index finger in his ear.
"Shit. Just means that I don't have to listen to my bitch or my side piece nag me tonight." The other one said with a smile.
"Which of you fools threw the cocktail?" Bulldog asked.
"I think that was one of the Little Guys. Taped a lighter to a handle." The driver explained. "Want us to sort him out later?"
"Fuck no. Got some mad juice for that man. That's some Marine Corps shit right there." Bulldog said with a smile on his face.
The Rolling Sevens hauled ass away as police sirens could be heard in the distance. At the scene of the Dogs of Hell clubhouse, known affectionately as the Dog House, the remaining bikers gathered out front.
The vice president of the cub, man with long blonde hair in a ponytail with the name of Max Greene, asked the fatter man next to him. "What do ya want us to do Boss?"
Alan 'Boss' Holloway was the president of the local chapter of the Dogs of Hell. He was a large man over six feet, and 225 pounds. He has medium length curly brown hair and a full beard. "Dump all the stuff. Guns, drugs, everything. Cops'll be showing up so they're gonna turn this place into a crime scene. Don't want to have to explain anything." Boss ordered. "Luckily we done keep much here."
"What about the assholes who just hit us?"
"Call the Philly chapter, the Boston one, see if they have any spare guns or metal men." Boss ordered further.
"Anything else?" Greene asked.
"Yeah. Those dirt bags wore purple, so I guessing it's the Sevens. Call some of those bangers on Park Avenue. They may be willing to spare some guns and information about their rivals. And Turk Barret, he'll sell anything to anyone."
"I'm on it."
Boss grunted as he waited for the NYPD to show up.
Peter was feeling great as he woke up. He heard from Felicia yesterday that she and his Aunt May had a long phone conversation to clear the air. They didn't do much more than that, but it was a start. His battery prototype was well received, and Horizon was using it in their new computers, phones, and the employees were using it to power their new inventions. The inhaler he had invented for use with Black Cat against Mysterio was the basis for his new process of creating aerosol medicine. It was within his filed of biochemistry and certainly had commercial applications.
Peter walked downstairs and into his kitchen. He pulled out a bowl, spoon, milk, and sugary cereal as he put the morning news on. The weather was on, showing that it would be an overcast day. Not the most pleasant of skylines, but better than rain. Peter began to shovel sweet fruit flavored cereal into his maw. At some level he failed to grow up, because cereal was still his favorite breakfast.
The next story came on. It showed a shot up bar, and the newswoman in front of it.
"Last night, a drive by shooting occurred at the Dog House Bar, the well-known hangout of the Dogs of Hell Motorcycle Club. The police suspect that the shooting was committed by the Rolling Sevens Gang as a retaliation for the street fight that occurred three days ago." The news woman explained. "The investigation is ongoing and the police will have a press conference later on this latest example of gang violence."
Peter turned off the TV. 'Well at least the Punisher is in LA at the moment.' Peter had seen the recent video of him executing a Cartel leader in the middle of a crowed highway, and though he disagreed with Frank Castle's methods of shoot first, shoot some more, shoot everyone again, and then ask a few questions for where more targets are to shoot, Peter would admit they were effective in stopping criminals. But whenever The Punisher was in town, super-heroes such as himself had to deal with all of the moral dilemmas that came with the man extreme form of vigilante justice.
Peter turned off the TV and began to mentally prepare himself for the day. There was a meeting with Max Modell and the child prodigy at Horizon Uatu Jackson. There appeared to be a gang war looming in New York City, and Felicia said that she had planned a surprise for him later. Peter could handle gang wars and co-workers, but his girlfriend was another matter. It was very difficult to change her mind at times.
Peter slipped into a pair a clean jeans and put on a read polo shirt. He grabbed his duffle bag with the Spider-Armor, and his book bag with laptop and current notes on his 'medicine spray gun'. He grabbed his keys and walked out of his apartment. A short bus ride and 20 minutes later, Peter was walking into the lobby of Horizon Labs.
"Good morning Mr. Parker." The receptionist said. "Mr. Modell and Mr. Jackson said that they will be seeing you at some point this morning, and you have a visitor in your lab." She explained.
"Felicia?" Peter asked confused.
"I believe that is what the sign in log says." She said with a smile.
"Thank you very much." Peter said and started to walk towards his lab.
Peter's lab was on the secure floor of Horizon. How Felicia was able to get onto the approved guest list was anyone's guess. Peter imagined that she flirted with someone to get approval. But he would find that out when he saw her. On his way to the lab, Peter stopped by the Horizon cafeteria and picked up two cups of coffee and a few pieces of fruit.
Peter then worked his way to the lab, duffle on one shoulder, book bag on the other, coffee in one hand, fruit in the other. Thank God the door to his lab was voice activated. The door opened, and peter walked in to greet his girlfriend and share a snack. What he walked into was enough to make hum drop the coffee and the food.
On the main table of his lab, Felicia sat in a school girl outfit. He lags were crossed in front of her, and she leaned back on the table on her hands, pushing her chest out. She wore her hair down, and a set of fashionable black glasses. At white short sleeve button down and navy sweater vest left most of her midriff and cleavage exposed. A matching navy short skirt barely reached the middle of her thigh. Polished black shoes and long white socks completed the ensemble. This was the school outfit that she had mentioned in their pursuit of Mysterio.
Peter's mind went absolutely blank for a second. When it finally rebooted, he began to walk toward her. "Hey…Felicia." He tried to say casually. "What are you doin' here?"
Felicia flashed a wicked little smile. "Mr. Parker." She started with false innocence. "My grades are slipping. I'm afraid I don't have the…head…for biology.
Despite the voice in his head screaming at him to be professional, that he was in the middle of his lab, that he was going to have a meeting of any minute, Peter kept walking towards her. He couldn't summon the will power. "What ah…what do you…um….not understand?" Peter asked. Felicia was into roleplaying. It just made Peter more awkward.
Felicia smiled a little bigger. "Ohhh…you know. Male and Female anatomy. The reproductive systems. Those diagrams are sooooooo hard to read." She said in the same innocent voice as she uncrossed her legs and wrapped them around Peter.
"What….um…how…how can I help?" Peter said as he began to fiddle with his collar.
"I think it would be best for you to…show me your example." The last part came out sinfully wicked.
Peter needed an escape. "I would love to, but I have meeting shortly."
Felicia tightened her legs, pulling him roughly so Peter now leaned over her a little. "I sure we have time for a quickie lesson, and then we can go in depth later". She said.
'Innuendos. Innuendos everywhere!' Peter thought. He was now noticeable erect.
"It looks like you're ready to give me my lesson Mr. Parker."
The door to the lab opened. And Max and Uatu walked in.
"Ah man. Look at this mess." Uatu said as he noticed the spilt coffee and food. "If my mom saw this she'd flip."
Max noticed what was happening at Peter's table. "Are we interrupting?" He asked.
"NO…I mean…nope. Come on in." Peter said. He wasn't sure whether the Parker Luck saved him of screwed him, by keeping him from getting screwed.
"Oh well. We'll talk more later Peter." Felicia said as she unwrapped him and lifted herself off the table. It was a little too cheerful.
Now Peter wondered if she wanted to have sex, or just make him feel awkward. "Lunch later? At the deli?"
She pecked him on the lips. "Sure see you then." She pranced over to the entrance. And kissed Max on the cheek, and bent over and kissed Uatu on the forehead. "Max, Uatu. I'll see you two later as well."
"Would you like to change before you leave?" Max asked trying to be a gentleman.
"Why would I?" Felicia asked innocently before exiting the lab.
Max and Uatu stared at her as she left, and then turned to stare at Peter, who was now as red in the face as wine. The silence went on for a few seconds.
"It's not what you guys think." Peter said suddenly holding up his hands.
Uatu and Max just started at him some more. Uatu was the one to break the silence. "I haven't even gone through puberty, and I know what was about to happen." He said grinning like the kid he was.
"Peter, I know I said I wouldn't question what you did in your lab, but would you kindly try keep it clean for the sake of science? We don't need comtamination" Max asked politely.
Peter just hid his face in his hands.
How did you all like that? Everyone give a golf clap to NeoTyson for predicting that Felicia would show up in her old uniform, but that was some obvious foreshadowing to begin with. So the idea of this arc is that instead of fighting a super villain, out duo will have to fight a bunch of normal criminals. Anyway thanks as always to NeoTyson, Highlander, Kobevilla, and Celgress.
