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XXXxxx Triple Threat Headquarters xxxXXX
Zolt sat at his fancy desk nervously tapping his finger as he listened to the disgruntled Monsoon boss.
"This is all your fault Zolt! You messed up and now I'm on Beifong's radar and half of my men are doing hard time because of you and your stinking plan." Taloak said angrily.
Zolt notorious rage was not present today. His plan backfired and his gang suffered dearly for its failure. He was grasping for straws at this point, trying desperately trying to keep the cooperation with his Monsoon counterpart. He would have to bear (name's) little temper tantrum for the time being. "Listen Taloak, Beifong pinched some of my best guys too that night. I'm down to my last squad and I am vulnerable. Why would I put myself in such a position?" Zolt was sweating bullets. He kept one eye on the door at all times expecting Beifong or the equalist to burst in at any second. This didn't denture him though. He wouldn't lose his empire without a fight.
Taloak showed no sympathy for Zolt's plight. "I don't care! You and the Triple Threats drop dead for all I care. We're done working with you." (Name) hung up the phone abruptly.
Zolt just sat there and contemplated his next move. He had lost so much man power on the botched plan. His empire was on the verge of collapse and all because of a few unfortunate events. Maybe the spirits had it in for him and dropped a couple of human disasters on his door step. "That's crazy…"
"You say something boss?"
"No you stupid mook! Focus on the door and make sure we don't get any unwanted guest!" Zolt's rage was reignited.
"Ah…" The thug was caught off guard by the sudden outburst.
"NOW!" He yelled.
The thug rushed back to his post.
XXXxxx Dragon's Flat Borough: Peter's apartment. xxxXXX
"...Still Chang that was quite the match last week. The Fire Ferret's pulled that win out of thin air. I thought the Pladapus Bears had it in the bag." The radio personality said to his cohost.
"I don't know Mushu that controversial call from the officials to let the Avatar of all people to compete in a pro-bending match. I don't know about you but that still wasn't the right call."
Peter just sat on the edge of his coffee table, a wooden crate he found outside, and gave his attention to his partially damaged costume. A rip here and there wasn't a big deal. He never knew Aunt May's little sewing lessons would be so useful. "Glad one of us is having fun." He said as he was putting the final touches to his costume.
"Look we can argue about their decision till the moose-cows come home Chang. Let's get into something a little more interesting."
"Yeah like what?"
"The Spider-Man…"
That got Peter's attention. He put down the costume and leaned and turned up the radio.
"You're going to bring up that weirdo?" Chang asked with a clear hint of skepticism. "You're losing it Mushu."
Peter started to pace back and forth as the conversation went under way. He never could stay still when something peaked his interests.
"Aw common Chang, the shows almost over so humor me for a bit. Besides we'll be talking about pro-bending nonstop when the championship tournament rolls in so let's talk about Republic Cities Wall Crawlin Do-gooder for a couple of minutes. What do you say?"
Peter grinned at the Wall Crawlin Do-gooder title and continued to listen to the two.
"Fine Mushu I'll bite." Chang was getting a little jazzed up too. "So do you think he's real?"
"Of course he's real. Haven't you seen any of the major tirads making any trouble lately? Gangsters don't just pick up and close shop by themselves right, someone's making them do it."
"So the equalists got the drop on them, big whoop."
"Puff! Equalists? All those guys do is protest and hand out flyers. They aint picden fights with the triads buddy that's the Spider-Man's handiwork."
"Alright then how come the police never released an official statement on him? I can't see this city's top cop twiddling her thumbs on the Spider-man case."
Peter cocked an eyebrow at that. And it was interesting to hear that the chief of police was a woman. And why didn't they try to apprehend him? The coppers back home were all over him.
Mushu laughed. "Exactly! That's how I know the Spider-Man is out there knocking heads. The cops and the city council don't know how to break it to the public yet, so they're keeping it under wraps for now. We know he's out there but the government just denying it!"
"O.K wise guy before I call in the funny farm for you…"
"Ha ha very funny."
"What if Spider-man is an equalist sympathizer heck what if he is an equalist? I mean he's not going after any non-bender criminals' right. Why is the alleged 'Spider-Man only hitting up the bender triads?"
Mushu paused before he spoke. "That my friend is the million yuan question. Well folks that's all the time we have for tonight. Tune in next time for our live coverage of the Pro-bending championship Tournament. It's sure is going to be interesting string of bouts and I'd hate for you to miss it. Take care folks."
"This broadcast is brought to you by Flamio Instant Noodles it's the…" Peter cut off the radio and put his mask on. He turned off the lamp and his humble apartment was doused in darkness. A chilly breeze blew in as he opened the window and prepared to start his patrol. Winter was definitely inbound. "Glad someone out there like me. The police chief's a dame. This world just keeps throwing me curve balls." He closed the window and jumped twenty feet away from the small apartment complex. The free run up the adjacent building and trodded across the rooftops. He only web swung when the buildings downtown. "JJ would have a field day with that article."
XXXxxx Downtown Republic City: Lower Eastside xxxXXX
Peter swung through the night at his usual speed looking to see if anyone was in trouble. The triads maybe laying low but the normal hoods weren't. It was turning out to be another slow night in the city. His guard was still up despite the lack of criminal activity. That night at the warehouse still haunted his thoughts. He would never forget how vulranable he felt. Failure was the best teacher after all. He swung above a building and landed on the furthest corner of the buildings ledge. He stood there with his normal crouch and surveyed the block. Then some grey metallic flew in and landed next to Peter. It had the wings and beck of a crow and the body of a lizard. Its head twitched and looked at Peter's white googles. It squawked at him before flying away. Peter shock his head at the strange exchange with the strange creature. "I must've read On the Origin of Species four times and I still don't understand these animals. I'd pay to see the look on Darwin's face." His monologue was cut short when he heard some trash cans falling over. He tapped into his enhanced spider-sense and saw two guys chasing another. His cries for help were drowned out by the satomobiles and other city noise. "It's always something." He jumped down to confront the two assailants.
The man tripped and fell on his butt. He scrambled to the wall and held up his hands in a vain attempt to ward off his attackers. "Please don't hurt me. I'll give you whatever you want please!"
The two attackers wheezed and doubled over in exhausted. The guy must have lead his two attackers for quite a chase. "You…dang right…you're going to give…us whatever we want." One of the mugger breathed out the words.
His partner was in better shape than him and recovered his breath quicker than his friend. "You got some nerve making us run like that." He pulled out a stylized switch blade and held it close to the scared man's neck. "I think we should take a little interest for all the extra trouble."
"Or maybe you should cut your losses and run on home." Peter's voice echoed through the ally.
The two muggers looked around and tried to find the voice's owner.
"You don't think it's…"
"Shut up! Spider-Man isn't real." He waved the knife when he thought he saw something.
Peter crawled down the wall and closed into the dynamic duo. He lurked like a predator advancing on its prey. He shot the silky adhesive at the naysayer and pulled him up three stories. His back hit the wall hard but the fist on his gut hit him harder. The wall crawler webbed him to the wall and made his decent to the street. "Not real? Now you're just trying to hurt my feelings."
"Ahh!" He did a quick turn around and pointed the knife at Spider-Man. "Stay back…STAY BACK!"
Spider-Man just stood there for a moment. "…A small knife? That's not going to save you from me." He flicked his wrist and webbed his knife hand, neutralizing the threat. He hoisted him up by his large collar. Peter turned to the scared and confused victim. "Breeze off and call someone about him." He pointed up and the struggling white blob above.
"Yeah sure thing bug guy." He ran off leaving the two alone.
The mugger regained some of his sanity and spoke to Spider-Man. "W-What gives Spider?"
"Hmm?" He brought him in closer. "You and chuckles chased some poor guy down and you were going to carve him up like a Christmas goose. This is exactly what gives."
"Christmas? No I heard that you only went after the benders. We aint bender. I thought you were on our side?" He was speechless. This guy didn't exist an hour ago and now he was at his mercy.
Spider-Man got in his face. "Your side?" He slammed the mugger to the unforgiving wall. His painful cries was almost heard over the traffic. "I don't side with murderers and thieves! You were going to kill that guy and for what, a couple of yuans in your pocket!" Peter had to resist the urge to strike him. "I don't care if you're a bender or a non-bender. I'll put all you little cut throats down all the same. Don't forget that!" He dropped the mugger and webbed him up for good measure. In an impressive show of agility he jumped between the two buildings. He stopped at the husky mugger and ripped him off the wall. His muffled scream could be heard all the way down as he plopped into an open dumpster. A precaution just in case the cops didn't show up. He jumped again and continued his patrol.
'His side…HIS SIDE! Is that what they say about me?' He thought as he casually swung above the city lights. 'Sigh. Simmer down Parker. Don't let some small time paluka get the better of you. Besides, they'll know wont they.' He continued to swing through the city. Two loud pops and a cloud of green smoke got his attention. He stuck to a wall to see what was going on. Powerful sounding engines roared to life. "What do we have here?" He swung to the large smoke screen to investigate. A large gun metal truck speeding down the back road escorted by chi-blockers on motorcycles. The distinctive gas masks was a dead giveaway. He picked up the pase and pursued the motor cade. They sped along without noticing him. He heard a heavy pitter-patter behind. He turned his head and saw a familiar white beast and her rider. There was an unfamiliar male in the saddle as well. 'Oh you've gotta be kidding me.'
Avatar Korra and her pet monster was here of all places now. He ignored his fellow pursuers and focused on the truck. Something in that truck must be important enough to get the Avatar's attention and he couldn't let Amon get his hands on it. The chi-blockers didn't spot him yet and neither did the Avatar and her friend. Korra directed a tremor to the rear of the convoy. One of the motorcycles shot up and landed roughly on the pavement. Two bikes broke formation and faced the Avatar. One of the cyclist threw a bola and it tied up the polar bear dog, throwing its riders off the saddle. Spider-Man witnessed the wipe out and he found himself at a cross-road; help out the Avatar or make sure the truck never makes its delivery. He turned his back to the speeding truck and went to the Avatar's aid. 'You do owe her one.' He got within striking distance in seconds and went for a drop kick to one of the chi-blockers. He rolled and narrowly dodged the Web-Head's foot. He skidded to a stop and faced the two chi-blockers with the Avatar and her friend right behind him. He felt his spider-sense and dodged a fire blast from Korra. "What gives!? I'm on your side!"
Korra was about to challenge the strangers claim but the heat of battle interrupted. The chi-blockers capitalized on Spider-Man distraction and pounced on him while the other went for Korra and the scarf guy. Spider-Man weaved through the chi-blocker's jabs and kicks and to his surprise the non-bender was holding his own. Admittedly he wasn't trying his best on the crook. He wasn't a bender so excess force wouldn't be necessary. The Avatar and her friend weren't so lucky. They tried to hit the chi-blocker with their firebending but the woman was too nimble and quick for them.
Spider-Man grabbed the chi-blocker wrist and twisted it. His back arched at the wall crawler's strength. "I ain't got all night to play with you chum. So why don't just settle down and tell me where that trucks going." The chi-blocker just grunted and struggled to break Spider-Man's iron vice. He didn't say a word and the web head added more force bringing his arm to the verge of breaking. "Where is the truck going?" He was astonished by the chi-blockers will. The wise guys back home would've broke long ago. The chi-blocker had enough and he flipped his body around and broke out of the death grip. His sudden burst of motion caught him by surprise. His spider-sense whined and he went to guard his face. He expected a haymaker since the chi-blocker was in prime position to do so. What he got were four firm taps on his forearm. Spider-Man retaliated with a heavy blow directed at his mid-section. By some miracle he managed to block the spider's blow which propelled him back.
Korra and scarf guy was having a hard time dealing with their chi-blocker but she evened the odds when she threw her earthbending in the fight. The rocking earth threw the chi-blocker's equilibrium off and she was propelled in the air. She landed next to her downed team mate. She gave her comrade a helping hand and they went into their respective combat stances. The two weighed their options for a split second and dropped their green smoke bombs down. Spider-Man leaped in and reached for one of the retreating chi-blocker. He only got his hands around thin air. The duo made a bee line to their motorcycles. They zoomed right past him. The wall-crawler jumped then any man could and tried to shoot a web line to pursue the chi-blockers but to his shock the silky substance miss fired. He landed and looked at his arm like it was a new appendage. "What the!?" He said.
The chi-blockers were surprised and relieved that Spider-Man did not chase after them. They were already a good distance away from the teenagers. The whine of their engines turned into a distant whisper in the night.
Peter inwardly kicked himself and his damaged forearm. The chi-blocker and more importantly their precious cargo had made a clean getaway. He could try to web swing with one arm but his speed would dip and the free running wouldn't be fast enough. "Terrific." He said sarcasticly.
Korra and Mako just stared at the web head. The guy didn't attack them like they thought he simply turned around and approached the two. He flicked and nursed his injured arm. "You two O.K?" His muffled voice rang through the quite back street.
"You think he's going to be a problem." Korra whispered to Mako.
"I don't think so. Chi-blockers don't fight their own. Besides look at that get up of his, Amon's hinchmen don't run around in homemade costumes." Mako whispered back.
"You know I can hear you right?" Spider-Man said without looking at them.
Korra spoke up in her combative tone. "So what, doesn't change the fact that you look like a…" She turned to Mako. "What do they call those yahoo's again?"
"Chi-blockers." He said flatly, his eyes never leaving Spider-Man. A guy must have a few screws lose if he's dressed like that. Mako was still on edge though as he saw what he could do and he wasn't about to take the strange man lightly.
"What he said. You look like a chi-blocker. How do we know this isn't some kind of trap?"
"You got me. I jumped down three stories, you know an everyday occurrence, and chose to abandon a suspicious speeding truck to save you and your boyfriend." He sighed and held up his hands as a sign of good faith. Arguing with the witnesses wouldn't get him far. "Relax princess, I may not look it but I'm one of the good guys. I'm Spider-Man." Peter tried his best to add a hint of sincerity in his voice.
Mako and Korra looked at each other for a moment. Without a word the two decided to believe the strange man. "Alright fine so you're not a chi-blocker." She accepted the web heads logic.
"Alright could one of you tell me what the equalists were hauling in that truck?" He heared a heavy pitter-patter on the pavement behind him and it was getting closer. 'Crap, forgot about the dog.' He turned around as Naga fast gait came to a screeching halt. The giant dog assaulted the hero with rapid fire sniffing. "Uh… good bear dog thing." He decided to risk it and gave the monster dog a pet. Negga responded and went on her hind legs and to Mako and Korra's horror she dropped her giant paws on the hero's shoulders. The two had a bewildered look on their faces when the Spider-Man didn't collapse but instead he took the polar bear dog's immense weight without any fuss. "Can you please get your dog off of me Miss Avatar." Peter said nonchalantly while Naga's flat tongue scooted along his mask and goggles.
"Naga no! Bad girl!" Korra scolded her best friend. The dog complied and heaved off of his shoulders and made her way to Korra's side.
A red and white rodent crawled on Mako's shoulder with a frown on his face. He couldn't take much more of the antics with his little brother out there. "I'm glad you two are getting acquainted but we get to keep going. We can't let Amon get his hands on Bolin." Mako squeezed the bridge of his nose in a vain attempt to calm his nerves.
Korra saw her team captain's frustration and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Mako, we are going to find your brother."
"Wait Bolin and Mako of the Fire Ferits, what do the equalsits want with a pro-bender?" Spider-Man asked.
"I don't know. He got mixed up with the Triple Threats and the equalists must have grabbed him in the confusion." Mako was getting more irritated. He was wasting precious time getting Spider-Man up to speed not looking for Bolin.
Peter contemplated Mako's words. "All the Triple Threats were in that truck. Lighting Bolt Zolt was in there too!?"
"Maybe, look can we please get a move on." Mako was understandably agitated to resume the search.
"Wait, I can help you out." Spider-Man stopped the tow before leaving.
"How?" Korra asked.
"I'll follow you tow from above. Three sets of eyes are then two right." He said while flicking his arm.
"Sounds good to me." Korra jumped on Naga saddle.
"Couldn't hurt." Mako jumped on as well along with Pabu on his shoulder.
"Nega's pretty fast, can you keep up?" She asked the wall crawler.
Peter grinned under his mask. "I'll manage."
Korra ignored the hint of arrogance in his voice. "Let's go Naga!" The polar bear dog followed her master's orders and galloped down the road.
Spider-Man jumped and began to web swing with his functioning organic web shooter and trailed the two.
The trio searched every back ally, short cut, and main streets all night with no avail. The only sign of the equalstis were there gaudy propaganda posters all over town. Peter was getting tired of seeing Amon's masked mug. They searched for hours and there wasn't a hint of the equalist or Bolin. The polar bear dog was exhausted and Peter wasn't doing much better. His webbing in his left hand started working again, though it was still a little wonky so he used his dominant hand to get around. Naga fast pace walk slowly but surely grinded to a halt, her breathing was heavy. Her riders didn't look much better. Bags started appearing on the pro-benders faces. Most of the pedestrians left and the streets were mostly vacant.
Korra turned around to her distressed team captain. "We've been out here all night, no sign of him."
"We have to keep looking." Mako said as he struggled to keep his eyes opened. Truthfully the only thing keeping him awake was the thought of what Amon would do to Bolin if he stopped looking. "I won't abandon my little brother. We can't stop now."
"The lady has a point." Spider-Man sudden apperence almost made the firebender jump off Naga's saddle. He was so tired that he forgot the web head was helping them. "If I could see him or the equalist from way up there then the trail's gone cold." Peter felt bad about the lack of results. He felt for Mako. If a bunch of masked henchmen snatched Aunt May he wouldn't rest until she was found. Unlike his two companions, he had superhuman stamina to keep him from drowsing off.
The wall crawler's words got a rise out of Mako. "So what are you saying 'hero'? You're just going to throw in the towel just because those freaks lost us, huh!?" Again Mako's frustration was reignited. Who could blame him, it's not every day that a cult snatches up your baby brother with a bunch of gangsters.
Korra tried to console Mako but the web head beat her to the punch. "I said the trail got cold not dead. We haven't come across them because their headquarters or wherever they're holding them must be somewhere off the beaten path. Amon must have something lined up for the Triple Threats, especially if they got their mitts on Zolt."
Mako was coming around to what the web-head was getting at. "So if Amon's got some kind of scheme going on, what do we do?"
"I got a lead we can use." The two were all ears. "There was this equalist protester yelling in the park when I first got into town. We can see if he knows anything, someone has to be feeding him some kind of info. He'll probably be there in a few hours." Korra yawned after explaining the plan.
"How do we know if he'll show up or not?" Mako asked with Pabu already asleep on his shoulder.
Despite the circumstances, a weak laugh escaped Korra's laugh. "Believe me, that won't be a problem." She turned to the web slinger. He was still nursing his chi-blocked arm. "What are you going to do? Go back to your web and catch some sleep?" Korra mocked the vigilante.
"Cute." Peter glared under his mask. "I'm going to go to my day job and get back on the beat tonight." He turned back to his aching arm. "Is that what chi-blocking does to people? How are you two holding up?"
Korra held a flame in her hand. The glow illuminated her ocean blue eyes. "I'm fine, you?" She asked Mako who whipped a then strip of fire to check.
"It wore off for me too." He turned to Spider-Man. "The effects haven't worn off for you? Chi-blocking shouldn't last that long. Heck I don't even remember them getting you. You were moving so fast…"
"One of them nicked me while I was saving you two." He turned to Korra and put more emphasis in his words. She just pouted and crossed her arms. Korra's behavior still had him surprised. He expected the bending messiah to be a little more regal. Korra acted like an immature little kid. Granted he wasn't either. He dropped the subject. Petty fighting wasn't going to help anyone. "If it went away for you then it will for me. I'll head out tonight and help you rescue Bolin. We'll randevu at the park and we'll compare notes."
Korra looked at Peter one last time before riding off to the park. Her bending master's lessons of humility did come to mind. She never paid that much attention to those particular lectures. 'He did help us.' She thought as she swallowed her pride. "Thanks for the save Human Spider" She had a small gremmies on her face.
"It's Spider-Man, but I think you knew that." He shot his webs and began to swing away, fading rapidly in the darkness of the night. "Sweet dreams Princess!" He had to have the last word.
"Hey!" Korra yelled back at the black void and it didn't answer back. "Can you believe that guy?" Korra asked Mako. She maneuvered Naga to the city park.
"Actually seeing him in the flesh? Yeah I have to believe the guy. I guess all the stories were true after all."
"Stories, What stories?" Korra asked.
"You haven't heared about him? He was on the front page of that one paper. It must have been released before you got here."
"Well don't just leave me in the dark here, what's the word on this weirdo." She didn't know the smart aleck had a history.
"Well he showed up about a month back and busted up some Triple Threats enforcers. Rumor has it that he saw some of them hussleing some a shopkeeper and he dropped down to smacked them around. Then some metal benders tried to arrest him but he ended up losing."
"So a criminal helped us out tonight." She shivered "I feel dirty."
"I remember a certain someone telling me about what a pickle puss Chief Beifong was when she was arrested." His words were strained and tired and the team captain couldn't stay up much longer.
"That was different!" Korra objected.
"Hey just saying, six in one hand half dozen in the other."
Naga's heavy paws shifted from hard concreate to the soft gravel of the park. Korra tried to remember where she saw that annoying protester. "Whatever, where almost here anyway."
"Now you're sure this guy will show up?"
"Very." She surveyed the water fountain and she passed that homeless man's perfect bush. "There's a good spot." She pointed at a tree. The two dismounted from Naga and walked over to the tree. Their respective animals went to the fountain for a well deserved water break. The light of the dawn sky reflected off the water and the dew on the grass. It was a shame that the conditions ruined such a beautiful scene. The animals got their fill and Naga laid down at the spot Korra picked. Korra sat land leaned on Naga comfortable fur coat, Mako went in to join her. Korra decided to ask Mako a few more questions before drifting into sub consciousness. "So why is Bolin running around with the Triple Threat Triads anyways?"
"Well we used to do some work for them back in the day…"
"What! Are you some kind of criminal?"
"No. You don't know what you're talking about? I just ran numbers for them and stuff. We were orphans out on the street, I did what I had to do to survive and protect my little brother." Mako tensed his shoulders and folded his arms. He wasn't in the mood for hostilities at the moment.
"I'm sorry. It must have been really hard. Can I ask what happened to your parents?"
"Saigh, They were mugged by a firebender. He cut them down right in front of me. I was eight."
"Mako…"
"Bolin's the only family I have left. If anything happened to him I…" Mako finally fell asleep. He was running on fumes after all.
Korra followed suit.
XXXxxx Mid Day Future Industries Manufacturing Wing xxxXXX
Peter was on the assembly line following his new routine with the Satomobile. His job today was fastening the doors on the company's basic and most popular model. He was only there physically as his mind was on where Amon had stashed Mako's little brogher and Lighting Bolt Zolt. 'It has to be somewhere big enough to no one would take a second glance. Where the hell are you keeping them you maniac?' He effortlessly fastened the bolts the doors on his side. The spider-sense really came in handy. It prevented him from making mistakes like drilling the screws on to tight for stripping the bolts. A gruff harsh voice cut his train of thought short.
"Takuya! Can't you hear me, I'm talking to you." Aki broke Peter's out of his analytical trance.
"Sorry Aki, what's up?" He looked back still drilling the bolts into place.
"How are you doing that?" Aki looked blown away at Peter's Precision despite not looking at what he was doing.
Peter caught himself and added another entry in his library of excuses. He turned his gaze back to the door's hinges. "Oh that? You know how it is, you do the same thing over and over again and things start to stick." He continued to drill and he hoped his boss would buy the story.
"But you just started yesterday?" The foreman was always sharper then he looked.
"I'm a quick learner…"
Aki groned and dropped the subject. "You're a real odd ball you know that. Tan!" He called back and called one of his workers. The small balding man ran to Aki's call. "Yes Aki."
"Take over for Takuya over here."
Peter moved out of the way and let Tan relive him.
"So what's the deal Aki?" Peter took off his top had and whipped the sweat off of his brow.
"The boss want's to see you." Ai pointed his thumbs towards the corporate offices.
"Ah shucks. You don't think he's still sour about tripping him do you?" He rubbed his greass stained hands on his workers tunic.
"I've been working for Mr. Sato for fifteen years kid. He's not the type to hold a grudge. But you did leave one heck of a first impression on him and a few other things. Does anything come to mind Takuya?" Aki didn't out right tell him that Sato had his journal. He had to keep him on his toes after all, besides it would teach him not to be so absent minded. "Maybe he just wants a proper apology or something."
"I guess I had to face the music eventually huh." He walked to the industrialist's office.
"Good luck kid." Aki then turned his attention on Tan's work. "Dang it Tan I told you a thousand times not to but too much pressure on those bolts! If I catch you doing it again I'll have your butt back on waste disposal!"
XXXxxx Hiroshi Sato's Office xxxXXX
Hiroshi leaned back in his chair and skimmed over the simple little book with a cold mine of ideas. This Takuya kid really did have some cutting edge ideas bouncing around in that head of his. Chemical bonding, ideas for different building materials, efficiency rates, and some kind of high speed aerial vehicles, the idea's seemed crazy but the facts behind them made them surprisingly sound. And with his guidance these ideas become a reality. His day dream was cut short with a chime from his intercom.
The voice of his secretary rang though the room. "Mr. Sato, there's a Takuya here to see you."
He picked up the receiver. "Yes send him in please." He heard a knock on the door. "Come in."
Peter walked in, grease stains and all. "You wanted to see me sir?" He was worried about his appearance. He was hardly presentable for a man of Hiroshi's Sato's caliber.
"Yes, come in and take a load off." He gestured towards his leather chairs.
Peter sat down and went for broke. "Mr. Sato, if this is about last week's incident in the clock room please accept my sincerest apologies. I didn't mean to um…half way tackle you…sir." Pete felt a cold sweat run down his spine. He really was a bit of a spaz when he knew he did wrong.
Hiroshi looked at him sternly for a moment before busting out in a hardy laugh. "Young man I already put that little blunder behind me. I called you in here to discuss this." He held up a small grey notebook.
Peter didn't even notice that his journal was missing and there was Mr. Sato waving it casually in front of him. With all of the excitement in the streets lately didn't leave him any time to write in it. "Oh that old thing." He tried his best to downplay the notebook's contents.
"Yes. I wanted to confirm my suspicions. This is yours correct? No one else wrote in it?" Sato dropped the jolly business mogul act and locked with Peter's face.
Peter adjusted his glasses and prepared to answer. "Yes sir, that mine." He should've lied to Sato. His scientific journal was bound to get him some unwanted attention, buy lying to a man a keen a Hiroshi Sato wasn't the best financial move.
"I thought so." He handed the notebook back to Peter. Young man I hope you don't mind but skimmed through your work. I hope you can forgive the invasion of privacy, my curiosity got the better of me."
"Oh really sir it's no problem, it happens to the best of us." Like Peter was going to challenge a privacy violation with Sato of all people.
"Good, I'm glad to see that we have forgiven one another then. I do hope you don't mind me asking but why are you working for me?" He put his elbows on his desk and collapsed his hands.
"Well sir it's not that complicated. I saw a help wanted add down by the borough and by some miracle Aki hired me."
"I admire your honesty Takuya; your peers would say they wanted to be a part of the great Future Industries or some other generic excuse." He laughed again. Picking this kids brain was amusing. "You really are quite the pragmatist aren't you Takuya."
"I have to be sir, idealism doesn't pay as well." Peter's words ignited another bout of laughter.
Sato caught his breath and continued. "That was a good one Takuya. Now on to business, you shouldn't be a mere assembly line worker. You should be perusing a degree at Be Sing Se University. I'm sure you could get in, heck you could get a few scholarships with your notebook alone."
Peter smiled at Sato's exaggeration and over estimated opinion of himself. It would take a lot more than that to get into Empire State.
"That's it; I must test you on these ideas. I have to see if such a mind has fallen on my door step." Sato stood up and banged his fist in excitement.
Peter was surprised by the businessman's sudden outburst. "Well sir I don't think that's necessary. Besides the days almost up and I've got plans tonight." Hopefully Mr. Sato would listen to reason. He had to get ready to continue the search for Bolin in a few hours.
"Nonsense my boy, if there's one thing I have learned in life is to never leave opportunity at the..." His phone rang and ended his little sermon. "Humph. Excuse me I have to take this." He grabbed the receiver of the candlestick phone and answered. His face lost the light it had earlier and went cold. "No now's a good time, hold on." He looked at Peter and covered the mouthpiece. "You're right Takuya it is getting late. You go on with your day and we'll try this again."
Peter got up from his fancy chair with his notebook in hand. "Can't wait." Peter said with mock enthusiasm.
As soon as Peer left earshot Amon and Hiroshi got down to business. He made sure to mention Takuya in the conversation. His suspensions were proven correct and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Takuya would be a valuable addition to the equalists. His musings were nothing short of genius and, with his guidance; he could bridge the gap between benders and non-benders.
XXXxxx Republic City Park Outskirts xxxXXX
Korra and Mako waited for their third wheel. It was hard considering that Spider-Man was late.
Korra's patience was wearing thin. "Where's the hero when you need him? He says meet up here and he's a no show." She said while putting the final touches on her disguise. The spare articals of clothing would hold up for the time being.
Mako straightened his sleeves and scarf. "He'll be here." Mako said. Waiting wasn't any easier for him; especially him. He saw Spider-Man in action and he's the kind of guy you want watching your back in the armadillo-lion's den if things go south.
"How do you know?"
"He helped us look for Bolin and stuck with us all night. I don't think he's the type to leave things undone." He leaned back on a lamp post. He kept his head on a swivel, keeping an eye for Spider-Man.
Korr'a crossed her arms and paced. "He gets tow more minutes or we leave without him." The rally was going to start in thirty minutes.
"You might be right." He said while mentally preparing to go in without the wall crawler. It didn't really matter. He would go through every equalist or anyone who would get in his way. Nothing was going to stop him from saving his brother.
Naga began to bark frantickly at the night sky.
"What is it girl?" Korra went to calm the large quadruped down.
"I wouldn't be very friendly if I left you two high and dry now would I." A voice said above Mako's head.
Korra and Mako looked up to see Spider-Man kneeling on the tip of the lamp post. The only thing they saw was a faint silhouette and a pair of 'eyes'.
"What took you so long!?" Korra scolded the wall crawler's tardiness.
He flipped down from his perch and landed gracefully between the two. "Sorry about that, I was searching the city again. No luck on my side. What did you find on your end?"
Mako chose to skip questioning how the wall crawler traversed the entire city in such a short time and went straight to the point. "The equalists are holding a rally tonight. They should be holding the Triple Threats and Bolin there. The rally has something to do with Amon revealing some big revelation."
"And judging from those getups of yours, your planning on sneaking and grabbing Bolin before anything goes down. That about right?"
"Pretty much, but how are you going to get in?" Mako asked.
"I have my ways."
"So I see." Korra hopped on Naga's back and Mako followed suit. "The rally starts in half an hour."
"Alright then, lead the way." Spider-Man said.l;sdkjflksadjf;lkasj;flkjds;alf
"Let's go Naga!" The polar bear dog followed her master's orders and ran to the rally.
Spider-Man his webs to a nearby building and went into a full web swing. This was his chance to stop the equalist's movement in its tracks. He said that he would stop Amon's plans if he got out of line and he wasn't bluffing. It was a promise he intended to keep tonight. Saving Mako's brother was just icing on the cake. Stopping Amon was the real prize. 'Saving a pro-bender and snuffing out cult leaders. It's going to be a hell of a night.'
XXXxxx Equalist Rally xxxXXX
The trip to the warehouse wasn't too bad. Korra left Naga in the shadows and the three would walk the rest of the way. Spider-Man kept watch while Mako reviewed the plan in his head. There was one loose end though. "What are you going to do if you manage to get in?" Mako asked the masked kid.
"I'll improvise. You two just worry about grabbing Bolin." The wall crawler said absently while looking for possible entry points.
"We're about to get into a dicey situation with who knows how many chi-blockers and you'll improvise?" Korra had a look of disbelief. Was this guy really that arrogant?
"Yeah, besides I've been through worse and came out in one piece." Peter didn't even look Korra in the eye. "That looks like a good spot." He had found his opening.
Korra rolled her eyes the web-slinger tough guy act. Sure he was good but he couldn't be that good.
He turned around. "Alright I got my entry." Peter turned to Mako. "By the way, what does Bolin look like? I don't want to slug him on accident."
"He's short, stocky, and his hair is black and slicked back." Mako whispered while putting his jockey cap in place. More people were spilling into the industrial building.
Peter dropped the Spider-Man act for a second and gave his two allies a second glance before sneaking in. He had just met the two formally last night but he still felt for them and oddly enough the yet to be seen Bolin. "Good luck." He clung to a wall and began to make his way to a large ventilation shaft in the rally building.
Korra shivered. "That's just creepy."
"Let's go." Mako frowned.
The pro-benders made their way to the front door and blended in with the late crowd. Spider-Man ran across a telephone wire and crawled through the vent unnoticed.
XXXxxx Rally Site: Back Room xxxXXX
Bolin rocked back and forth in his rickety old chair tied up in ropes. He sat there along with rest of the Triple Threats wondering what the equalists had in store for them. They all trembled as their worst nightmares played out in their head, all except Zolt. He just sat their mumbling to himself. The gangster's ramblings interrupted Bolin's fears with curiosity. He had known Zolt for a long time and he never acted like this. He angrily spoke of past triumphs and how they were all trying to take them away from him. He blamed everyone: Beifong, rival triads, Amon, and something about spiders. "Hey Shady Shin, why is Zolt so mad. I mean the whole 'being kidnapped against our will' thing can mess with a guy buy why is he talking about spiders? He's starting to scare me."
"That's what you're afraid of!?" Shin blurted out in cowardly disbelief.
"Quiet!" The equalist jailer yelled.
Zolt was oblivious to his surroundings. He was in his own little world right now.
"Look, have you ever heard of the Spider-Man?" Shin whispered. "He was on the front page on that one paper a few weeks back."
"I don't read the papers. Ooh ooh is the guy some kind of horrible vicious eight arm half man half spider monster?"
"Bo, do you even think about the crazy stuff that comes out of that trap of your? Sigh, look he aint no stinking monster. The guy is some kind of freak wearing a costume. He's been given us and the rest of the triads a whole mess of trouble." Shin hopped he got through the think headed teen.
"Wow…so a guy in a costume made Zolt afraid of spider?" Bolin was blind to the losses the Triple Threats sustained because of Spider-Man.
"NO! The guys been busting up our guys and interfering with our plans. Why did you think we hired you?"
"What! You said it was only a little security work. Fighting evil spider monsters was not part of the deal!" Bolin's outburst rang through the make shift holding cell.
"Forget it Bolin. It's not like it matters anyway." Shin gave up talking to Bolin. The guys head was thicker then the rocks he bent.
A violent shove on the cell door got everyone's attention. The Lieutenant stood in front of the cell door with a squad of chi-blockers on both of his flanks. "Show time."
XXXxxx Rally Site: Auditorium xxxXXX
Korra and Mako sifted through the crowd and got closer to the stage. The rally's attendance was bizarre to say the least. It just showed how influential Amon was or how much bad blood there was between benders and non-benders.
"You think our 'friend' will jump the gun?" Korra asked.
"Don't know, don't care." Mako whispered. "The only thing I know is that I'm getting Bolin out of this mess."
Korra remained silent for and looked on to the stage. Mako always had a serious nature about him, but now it was on over drive.
Spider-Man ripped the old industrial sized vent off and continued to crawl up the wall and to the ceiling. The narrow hallway was attended by a single chi-blocker keeping watch over the anti-bending horde. He silently dropped down silently and tapped on the unsuspecting henchmen. "Psss, hey sunshine." The chi-blocker did the quickest about face he could muster and managed to drop into a fighting stance only to see a leather fist blocking his view. Amon's henchmen fell like a log and hit the steel walkway with a loud pang. Thankfully it wasn't heard over crowd's voices. Peter dragged him back into the dark corridor and restrained him to the cold ground. He proceeded to the walkway and leaned on the railing, keeping his eyes on the stage. "He shouldn't be hard to spot."
The spot lights on the staged lit up and the crowd went silent. Artificial smoke rolled in from both ends of the stage. "Pleas welcome your hero, your savior, AMON!" The center stage opened up to a back lit lift carrying Amon and the Lieutenant along with a team of chi-blockers. He walked to the microphone stand and began to address his followers. "My quest for equality began many years ago." Amon went on and told them his origins.
Peter toned the story. He already heard the story and he wasn't interested now. He felt for the guy and his family but their deaths didn't justify his action one bit. He stared at the revolutionary and thought of ways to take him down. He had the build of a chi-blocker so he expected him to fight like them. It didn't matter how he fought or what dirty tricks he had in store for the wall crawler, all of this cult following would end tonight at his hand.
"…By now I'm sure you all have heard of the rumors of the Spider-Man and his one man war on crime." The crowd was static at the mention of Spider-Man. "You have all heard stories of his good deeds and many still doubts he even exist. Well my brothers and sisters I can tell you that he is real. You all may think that he fights against the bending triads and for the down trodden non-benders, but that man is anything but my friends. He chooses to forsake all of you for the benders. He foolishly believes that all people should be judged under the banner. But I can tell you right now that the so called hero has never felt the sting of the bender's before. He's never been under the thumb of the benders. He hasn't been singled out for being a non-bender like many of you have. Make no mistake my brothers and sisters; the Spider-Man is no friend of this revolution, especially if he chooses to side with those bending animals!" Amon paused and looked in Peter's general direction.
'Does he see me? That's impossible its pitch black.' Peter backed away just to be safe.
Amon could have stopped the whole rally right then and there but he simply smiled and continued with his speech. "As you know, the Avatar has recently arrived in Republic City." The audience's collective booing cut him off. He patiently waited for them to finish before continuing. She would tell you that bending brings balance to the world, but she is wrong. The only thing bending has brought to the world is suffering. It has been the cause of every war and every era but that is about to change. I know you have been wondering, what is the revelation? You are about to get your answer."
Peter just kept listening to Amon's words. He had mentioned something about spirits giving him some kind of power. The wall crawler wasn't fazed by his claims though. He was confident in his abilities and skeptical of his.
"Since the beginning of time the spirits have acted as guardians of our world and they have spoken to me. They say the Avatar has failed humanity that is why the spirits have chosen me to usher in a new era of balance. They have granted me a power that will make equality a reality, the power to take a person's bending away permanently!" His audience's collective gasps was indicator enough of the audacity of his words. The secrets of energybending have been lost to time and now only the Avatar displayed such ability. For this man of humble beginnings to come out of the blue and unlocked their secret was too much to believe, so Amon prepared a demonstration for his followers.
Peter just stood there silently replaying Amon's speech. His analytical mind came face to face with a conundrum. He researched the bending arts when he had the chance and nothing about its removal ever came up in the library. He had assumed that bending was a genetic trait since only the chosen few could do it. Genetics is the cornerstone of life and to hear someone openly defy and reshape something so irreversible was mind boggling. Sure he was a prime example of change. He had always thought the spider that bit him had genetic secrets that unlocked some hidden potential or added some kind of enzyme that tampered with his DNA. The one thing he would never forget was the immense pain and vivid hallucinations that came with his powers. He steeled himself further. If Amon's claims were true then he must be stopped at all costs.
Amon signaled his Lieutenant to bring the captives on stage. "Now for a demonstration. Please welcome Lighting Bolt Zolt leader of the Triple Threat Triad and one of the most notorious criminals in Republic City."
The Audience had plenty of words for the mob boss but most of them drowned each other out. Their harsh words broke Zolt out of his rage induced stuper. "Eh BOO YOUSELF!" He yelled back.
The rest of the Triple Threats were forced on their knees and to witness the demonstration. Spider-Man focused on each of the prisoners to see if any of them matched Bolin's description. "Bingo." He told himself as he jumped on the railing and crouched, ready to jump in and strike at the right moment. 'Just make sure Amon doesn't lay a hand on Bolin. He can have Zolt and the other wise guys.' The web head turned his attention to Zolt. He expected the triad goon to look like this. Big hear, fancy suit, loud colors, the guy was pretty typical. It was strange to see the mastermind who almost punched his time card to be in such a pitiful state, tied up and at the mercy of a mad man. 'Serves the bastard right. Lord knows what I would have done to him if I got to him first.' He still wondered how Amon was going take his bending away. A forty-five slug could do the job too.'
"Zolt has amassed a fortune by extorting and abusing non-benders but his reign of terror is about to come to an end." Amon words echoed in the auditorium as the crowd waited to see if their savior was the genuine article. The Lieutenant untied Zolt and kicked him to the other side of the stage. "Now in the interested of fairness I will give Zolt the chance to fight to keep his bending."
Zolt couldn't believe his luck or Amon's stupidity. To let a bender of his caliber go in the name of fairness was a foolish notion. It was a golden opportunity to save face from this humiliation and he wasn't about let it go to waste. Zolt grinned at his opponent. "You're going to regret doing that pal!" He launched a volley of fire balls at Amon. His movements were graceful as he effortlessly dodged the fire balls. Zolt changed tactics and turned to his lightning never touched Amon as he bobbed out of the way and weaved in to grapple with the aging firebender. The lighting was still live when Amon twisted Zolt's body around. The bolt arched and contorted to the stage lights and the roof. A few stray bolts jumped towards Peter. The web slinger cart-wheeled out of its path as it collided into the wall. 'And that's why they call him Lighting Bolt.' He passively thought.
Amon grabbed Zolt's nape and collapsed his knees and moved his head in the desired position. He then laid his thumb on the bender's forehead and went to work removing his bending. It was quite a site to say the least. It was like slowly turning off a garden hoses and watching the water fighting to stay alive. The flowing electricity quickly faded away while a final burst of fire shot out and quickly died out. Zolt dropped face first to the ground. He still had some fight in him and he attempted to firebend at Amon. For the first time in Zolt's adult life the fire did not obey him. He slumped back onto the ground. His head came up to see his tormentor. "What…what did you do to me?" He wheezed out as fear and uncertainty was plastered all over his face.
"Your firbending is gone, forever." Amon's words were heared clearly over the crowd. His audience was speechless after a display of his spiritual powers.
Zolt just collapsed at the news and fell into a catatonic state. Everything he worked for was gone, taken away from a simple touch. Every inch of territory, every ounce of respect, and his will was destroyed. It took Zolt a lifetime to build up such prestige and Amon tore it all down in a few short seconds. There was no coming back from this. So he just laid there lost in a storm of self pity and doubt. Two chi-blockers collected his useless form and escorted the former bender off stage.
"The era of bending is over! A new ere of equality has begun!" He cried out to his followers. The crowd cheered and applauded Amon's abilities and taking away the bending of the once great Lighting Bolt Zolt. The king was dethroned.
Peter took plenty of mental notes on Amon's moves and fighting style. He fought like a chi-blocker but the web head felt that there was something sinister about it, almost like there was more malice in his strikes. It must have taken him years to master such an art and longer to remove someone's bending. He watched as Zolt was carried off stage. The way he was shacking almost made him feel sorry for Zolt…almost.
Another Triple Threat was brought before Amon and he quickly took his bending away and he went down the line as each of the poor saps was robbed of their bending. The mob was eating it all up. Finally someone took a stand against these animals. They were always under the thumb of the bender's might but that cruel truth was shattered by their hero tonight. He made the little people of Republic City fell big.
Peter had mixed feelings about the whole affair. In on hand he was glad that a bunch of extortionist thugs were getting their just deserts. On the other hand he was afraid the ramifications of Amon's destructive power and how he was willing to use it on innocent bystanders.
Zolt's underlings didn't put up much of a fight. Like all thugs their power was only superficial and it didn't hold up after the leader was taken down. He wondered if Amon knew this as well. The thugs were either paralyzed with fear or they didn't have enough sense to make a break for it. It really was a pitiful sight. He watched as Bolin was put on deck right behind another earthbender. Spider-Man would give his cohorts a small grace period to get whatever they had in mind into play.
Finally it was Bolin's turn. He was forced into the make shift arena and twiddled his thumbs. "Um…hello Amon sir." He slowly inched away from the radical and he desperately hopped Amon would listen to reason. "I think there's been a big misunderstanding." Amon moved in to start his attack but a grey and black swath landed in front of Bolin who screamed and dropped on his butt. With all the craziness it was no wonder he was so skittish. One scary mask guy enough for ten nights let alone one. The grace period had passed.
Amon was another story. He didn't flinch or bat an eyelash at the Spider-Man. "That's was quite an entrance Spider-Man." He said flatly.
"Hey I had to find some way to top 'the savior's' smoke machine. " Spider-Man stood up and locked eyes with Amon. If there was any doubt about His existence there wasn't any more.
"You're Spider-Man!? Oh man. Look I'm not with those guys you gotta believe me!" Bolin pleaded to Spider-Man.
The crowd went berserk. Everyone had an opinion about the wall crawler. There were words of damnation and pleas to go with the right side. The hero's sudden entrance made it harder for Mako to get to the stage. "Real sutle web head." He said as he bumped and shoved closer to the stage. "Came on Korra hurry up."
Spider-Man ignored Bolin for now and focused on the stoic revolutionary. "You gave all these benders a chance to fight for their bending. Tell you what, I'll fight for his."
"And if I defeat you?" Amon decided to play the young hero's little game for now.
"You take his bending and I'll show you my face." He inwardly hoped the theatrics would by Mako and Korra enough time. Hopefully this whole equalists movement would be stopped dead in its tracks before it gets bigger. He was confident in his skills and he did not take Amon lightly. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
"I do what, how am I going to back in the ring without my bending!?" Bolin shivered
"I accept your terms." Amon said. He just stood there waiting for Spider-Man to make a move.
A mysterious felling of vertigo befell the wall crawler in that instant. He wobbled and shook his head. In a flash his balance returned and the light headedness disappeared. 'The hell?' He thought as he before launching himself foweard with a heavy haymaker at Amon. His fist only made contact with Amon's hood. He ignored Amon's crazy luck and used his forward momentum to twist his form and went into an improvised round house kick. His heel hit nothing. Amon swiped his leg and tripped him on his back. He instinctively rolled back to his feet while the crowd went wild. Amon didn't continue the assault, he just stood there and basked. Peter took a moment to catch his breath. 'What's going on? I'm faster than this and now I'm tired? We just started.' He was thankful that full face mask hide his bewildered face.
"Is this the best you can do Spider-Man? Pathetic, I thought you'd be more of a challenge." Amon taunted the hero.
'You and me both.' He prepared to attack again. He knew he could beat him. He broke Hammerhead's iron jaw and out fought the monsterous Green Goblin, he wasn't about to let some false savior beat him. One thing he found odd, besides Amon's lucky streak, was that his spider-sense would not stop flaring. Usually it would alert him of the danger and stop but the dang thing was on overdrive. His confusion turned into rage. "I'll show you who's pathetic!" He spat as he moved in for the kill. He changed tactics and shot out two web lines at the porcelain faced menace. Amon rolled to the side and they just missed Bolin.
"AH!" He jumped at the foreign substance though it didn't detract him for long. "Come on freaky spider dude! I believe in you!" He cheered for his mysterious guardian.
Amon sprinted and was in reaching distance from the Spider-Man in seconds. Spider-Man saw the tactic as clear as day and in normal circumstances he would have blew it off like the common cold but his limbs were strained. His arms and legs felt like dragging Model Ts as he tried to move them to counterattack. Thankfully Peter's limbs obeyed him but they lagged behind his normal speed. Amon just had just enough time to bypass powerful but savage strike and jabbed at his joints and his center of mass. "Ah!" Spider-Man yelped as Amon got behind him and kicked his knees in. To his horror Peter found himself in the same position Zolt was in earlier. His head was hitched up and he the lights played with his vision.
"I don't know what force gave you these powers but it's clear you don't deserve them." Amon's thumb slowly dropped towards Peter's head.
The world went quiet and time slowed down for Peter. He watched as Amon's thumb inched slowly to his forehead. Adrinaline coursed through his vain like nitroglycerine. A primal furry erupted in Peter like never before. He crossed his arms and shot his web lines. The sticky substance latched on two medium sized crates from both sides of the stage. With all of his might he yanked the two crates. They homed in and Amon broke his ritual off and back flipped as the two crates shattered above the wall crawler's head.
Spider-Man returned to his feet and back to the fight. "I'm not a bender genius." He rasped out as his breathing was still uneven. He hid his emotions well. None of his moves were working on Amon and that last trick was something he pulled out of thin air. That was a rare boon and it wouldn't be showing up again. The crowd went from a rational bunch to an angry mob crowing over Amon's apparent victory of the once fabled Spider-Man.
"It was worth a shot." HE dryly taunted his adversary. He stepped forward for a second attempt with his little experiment. A loud explosion broke his concentration as he looked for the source of the sudden chaos. White steam flooded the auditorium and the audience cries of victory were replaced with screams of bloody murder. The followers ran out of the old industrial building. Peter dropped his fighting stance and just stood there staring daggers at Amon. It was clear to both of them that the fight was over and the revolutionary stood up and allowed the smoke to envelope him. "Another time Spider-Man." He disappeared in the smoke screen.
The split second of vertigo wreaked havoc on Spider-Man cranium and gain it quickly vanished. 'There it is again.' He thought. Oddly enough he started to feel better. 'Bolin!' He remembered the reason he was there. He would have to settle with the consolation prize of saving Mako's little brother. He rushed towards him as his enhanced eye sight saw him through the thick smoke. He saw a chi-blocker grab Bolin only for Mako to show up and throw the lackey off the stage.
"Bolin, you alright?" Mako asked his brother.
"Yes Mako! I love you!" He hugged his older brother.
"You should do that when we're out of here. I got your back let's go!" Peter yelled out to the brothers. They both listened and rushed out the left stage exit. Mako kicked the stage door open and the two started to climb down. Spider-Man was about to jump down but his spider-sense came to life. He dodged an electrified kali stick and turned around to see Amon's Lieutenant confronting him.
"Should've left in that warehouse you ungrateful punk!" He spat at the web head. He grabbed his second kali stick and activated it.
"Yeah you should have!" He brought up his fist and he made the first move. The Lieutenant swung his sticks madly. The electrical arcs danced around Peter as he continued t dodge the golden weapons.
"Where is he?" Bolin asked as he got off the service ladder.
Mako looked up and saw a electricity dance across the loft and constant grunting and sounds of pain. "Dang it common let's go!" He yelled.
"We're going to leave him up there. But Mako he saved my bending and we can't just leave him up there." Bolin pleaded.
Mako sighed and ran back to the ladder. "I'll go up and help him out. You hightale it out of here and call the…" He started to make his way up only to see the guy with the mustache and cowl get launched off the platform unconscious. He fell on the street grunting and rolling in pain. His weapon harness was beyond repair and thankfully he broke most of the fall. "O.K then."
Peter jumped down holding Amon's second in command's kali sticks and landing next to Mako. He threw them down in discuss and gave his thirty second opponent one last look. "And you call yourself Amon's right hand man? Guess he's a lefty." He looked at Mako on the ladder. "You know the idea is to get away from these palookas right."
"Um yeah let's get out of here." Mako said embarrassed. He jumped off the ladder and saw Korra running to the trio.
The Avatar didn't hesitate as he whistled. "Naga!" She yelled.
"Sure took you sweet time back there." Spider-Man said.
"Oh sorry I was 'improvising'." She air quoted the shot at Spider-Man. Naga rushed into the large alley.
The wall crawler's neck tingled and he turned to see chi-blocker's spilling down one of the platforms. "We got company!"
The group ran away from them. Bolin tripped over the lieutenant. Naga scooped up Korra and Mako and she was going the earthbender's collar. Peter saw this and thought the poor guy went through enough for one night. He grabbed his shirt and started to web swing away. It wasn't much better; the screaming was a good indicator. The flips and advanced height wasn't helping either. But he knew it wasn't fun being at Naga's mercy.
The equalists started to chase them. "That's the Avatar! After her!"
Amon stopped the manhunt before it could get started. "Let her go!" He stepped out further on the platform. "She's the perfect messenger to tell the city of my power." Amon watched as the Avatar and surprisingly Spider-Man escape into the night. He simply grinned after tonight's events replayed in his head. He didn't expect the interruption or for the Spider to make an appearance. The rally could have been a disaster with them being there but it ended up being better then thought. His message would surge through the city and more importantly everyone would know of his superiority to the once fabled Spider-Man. His followers saw a composed adult put a confused child in his place. It was a good to know that his gifts had influence over the Spider otherworldly abilities. He looked down seeing his dazed and lethargic second in command try to get to his feet. He thanked the spirits for his powers upon seeing the lieutenant struggle to get up. "Would someone please help my dear lieutenant up?" He walked back to the warehouse as one question came to mind. Would his powers negate the Spiders? He took a gamble but it ended up being fruitless. It didn't matter. Spider-Man would never admit it but they bad one thing in common. They were both relentless in their efforts. So he failed to equalize the Spider-Man, he knew he would give him plenty of chances. He'll always try and Amon would always be waiting.
XXXxxx Twelve Block Away From the Rally xxxXXX
Peter thought they were at a safe distance and dropped down the street. The flailing and screaming Bolin continued to do so even though the ride was over. "You can stop now. We're on the ground." He said frankly while rubbing his right ear. He was scared he would go deaf. Bolin eyes shot open and he stopped screaming.
"Oh…yeah…I knew that, I totally knew that." He dusted himself off as Korra and Mako rode in. It was then that it dawned on Bolin that a previously fictitious super hero saved him. He then yelped in joy. Your real and you save me! Mako a superhero dropped down and fought some evil mask dude. I mean he's wearing a mask and all but it's a good mask. And and he actually lasted longer than the Triple Threats and Zolt! Even though he didn't win, that was kind of a bummer but…"
"Thanks but it was really more of a team effort." Peter said while cocking an eyebrow. He could see why he got mixed up with the triads for a short stint.
"Bro relax! Are you O.K? Did those equalists freaks do anything to you?" Mako expected his brother.
"No. They just sat me in a cell for a while." He started to calm down. His brother's concern was bringing him out of the excitement. "Really Mako I'm fine."
"Good." He slapped him upside his head. "What did I tell you about messing with the Triple Threats!"
"Ow sorry I was just trying to get some money for the tournament. And Shady Shin rolled by and…"
"Save it Scoochy filled us in. You know they call the guy 'Shady' for a reason Bo." He sighed. "Look Bo, I know you were only trying to help but you gotta think about these things. You're the only family I got left and I'm not about to lose you over some stupid tournament."
"O.k. Mako I'm sorry really." The two hugged it out and the matter was concluded.
"I'm glad you're alright Bolin." Korra smiled and patted his back with heavy pats. "Look guys I have to go and tell Tenzin what happened tonight." A grim look creped on her face with the image of Amon taking away the Triple Threat's bending. "I'll see you at practice."
"Alright, thanks for everything Korra." Mako said
"Yeah thanks Korra that was scary close back there." Bolin blushed and tanked his crush.
She rode by Spider-Man and stopped Naga. He dserved some praise after everything he did to help them out when he didn't have to. She bowed her head and gave him a bending art salute. "Thank you Spider-Man. I don't know what would have happened if you haven't showed up when you did."
"No problem Avatar. It's all part of my great responsibility. And hey you even got the name right. Nice to see a soft side under all that grit." Peter yanked her chain one last time.
She groaned at Peter's poor attempt at comedy. "Whatever. Let's go Naga!" And with that she rode off to deliver the bad news.
"Thanks Spider-Man. Common Bo lets go home. "He yawned. "I got work in the morning."
"O.K. Mako. Hey Spidy I owe you one buddy. Ooh let me buy you some noodles at Narruk's! He's got the best food in the city what do you say huh?"
"Sorry Bolin, I'm going to have to take a rain check on that." He rubbed the back of his head. "Maybe later."
Bolin's face lit up again. "He knows my name! Mako I'm friends with a superhero!"
"Uh huh…" Mako fatigue was getting the better of him. "Common Bolin"
"Alright Spidy I owe you some noodles man!"
"Hurray." Peter whispered. He leaped and web swung straight for his hammock. He must have got four hours of sleep in the last couple of days and he was running on fumes.
"This was the best kid napping ever." Bolin had a big grin on his face all the way back to the Arena.
XXXxxx Peter's Apartment xxxXXX
Peter didn't even bother taking off his costume. He yanked off his mask and collapsed in his hammock. The day's worry's and tonight's threats were put on hold. "Yawn…Seriously…getting….a real…bed…" He drifted off to sleep not knowing that a whole new chapter in his life awaited him.
A/N: Holly mother of god that was a long time. Sorry guy's life threw me some serious curve balls after October. Long story short, a whole lot of school drama. This chapter was probably the hardest out of all of them for me. I struggled with the first fight scene had some trouble with the dialogue, my printer ran out of ink and I couldn't do the whole hand written editing I usually do. Oh man! But Hey that OK because I FINALY UPDATED! I CONCURED MY PERSONAL EVEREST DANG IT. You might notice some more rough edges then previous chapters because, if you follow my profile updates, I skipped the last few steps for two reasons. One, I wanted to get this out there quicker. Two, I honestly feel that I pretty much nailed the feel I wanted in the rough draft. Maybe it's a better understanding of myself as a writer. Again sorry for the long update and I hope you liked this chapter (Personally I liked it more toward the end) HOPE YOU GUYS HAD A HAPPY HOLIDAY( cogh cogh Christmas for me cogh) AND A GREAT NEW YEAR! HAPPY 2014 LADIES AND GENTS.
Dragonskyt: Thanks dude. I kept thinking I was nerfing spider-man like crazy in that warehouse fight and I loved writing the conversation with Amon and Peter.
Drama sapphire: Spider-Man siding with Amon was rattleing in my head for a while man but in the end it just didn't play out well and I just abandoned the idea outright in the end. Peter will pick up a few matches. The radio is pretty much my own little plot device for stuff. LOL sorry about the errors I was going to try and get a beta reader for this chapter but I figured hey I could just edit stuff later on. I just hope they aren't too obvious this time around.
AZTEC 13: Yeah I can see how Ock would grow on someone It's just isn't doing anything for me. The same thing happened to me with the new ultimate spider-man too. I heared both are well written but they just don't tickle my fancy you know.
Anonymus: I get on those edits after I get some sleep. I've been on this all night. I think the notebook was a good way to bridge Sato and Peter so I went with it. I figured he would write his ideas out since he was on deck to get into college in the comic but the great depression prevented him from attending. So he would write his ideas as a way to keep himself sharp and a special case of summer brain rot. (Getting transported to another world instead of summer you know how it is) On your other thought, I don't think the racial features is necessary for the story. The avatar world integrate people of other races so frequently that it wouldn't be an issue for Peter. I think that's why the creators of the show avoided it as well. Just my two cents on that one, I'm not saying I'm right or wrong on that one. LOL he is an illegal immigrant isn't he. I don't think the immigration policies are that strict plus Peter's keeping a low profile so it shouldn't be an issue…FOR NOW. And Tenzin and the kids are coming next chapter. If you haven't picked up on it I'm trying to make each chapter coincide with one of the episodes. This chapter cover's episode 3 and the next episode 4 so on and so forth. I hope the errors aren't longer this time around. Thanks for your help man and thanks for reading. Yeah, you totally got me dead to rights on the southern water tribe representative dude. Tell you what, he was on vacation to the fire nation buying red stuff.
Storm Chaser 1991: The update frequency should be a bit better for this year since I'm taking a break from college this semester.
Hyper Peter: Doc Ock Sato?...Hmmmm? The journal's contents were just refreshers so he wouldn't get rusty while he was saving up for school so no future technologies from the other dimensions. He didn't really see much of anything anyway.
Stone valadez: Dead?...DEAD!... Bud we're just getting started! I've seen dead fics. I have raged and cursed dead fics man. What makes you think I want to become what I hate. You want have a laugh? Look up the first Avatar/Halo crossover and lookup the "WTF" reviewer. I'm not saying that was me all those years ago, but that was me all those years ago. But seriously, updates for this story may move at the speed of molasses but it is moving. If I know I can't do updates for a long time believe me you will know.
Hide me: The gang is together be marry.