Chapter 6: Parker Luck
One year has passed since Captain America and his allies lost the "Civil War". Not only did Iron Man win but heroes against the ideals of registration were forced into hiding from the view of the public eye. At this time the fifty state Initiative was placed into effect. Every state of North America was assigned its own team of heroes handpicked by the government to ward off dangers. If they failed at any time, the government had a scapegoat, someone to take the fall and so politics had another weapon to brandish is power.
New York was one of the first to have its teams along with other states with major cities. It was during this time that people in the hero community decided to start fresh beyond the borders of the states.
In the sewers beneath the big apple, Peter Parker and Marc Spector took this time feeling nostalgic. So much so that the topic of Peter's travels came to mind. He wasn't fond of taking this trip back but perhaps this could lighten the heavy load on his mind.
As much as it pained him, he recalled what happened after he left New York. On the clear open road an old station wagon made its way at a constant speed. Kicking up dirt as it made its way through the dusty highway. The back of the wagon contained a few bags of luggage
He sat in the drivers sit with one hand on the wheel, a Boston red socks cap on his head and his wife Mary Jane Watson-Parker by his side.
"I can't believe you're really wearing that hat" said Mary Jane.
"What? I just figured if we're putting New York behind us what could be the furthest from that. And you can't get any further than Boston, maybe New England but I'm not ready for that day yet" Said Peter as he gave a light smile and laugh.
Mary Jane smiled back and laughed as the wind from the open window rushed into the car and blew her hair just right. She could simply brush her hair and we could be at peace if only for a moment.
"The old Parker humor. I was afraid you retired from the comedy act."
"Ha. Not on your life little lady."
"I know that it's been tough Tiger, but we'll get through this somehow."
Peter kept his eyes on the road, not adding anything but a smirk. His hands gripped the wheel of Anna Watson's old car which made slight sounds every now and then. These sounds made both Peter and his wife a bit nervous that it might break down. Neither said anything for fear that it would breakdown shortly after.
Wherever the couple was headed they hoped it was a fresh start that awaited them. Not having access to their bank accounts and debts had seen to it that their money was out of reach. This left merely pocket change compared to their previous income, forcing them to be more conservative.
"Mary Jane can you get the map? I want to see if there are any stops coming up soon."
The red haired beauty unraveled a large road map. She turned it a few times while trying to understand what direction they were going in.
"Looks like there is a town 5 miles ahead it's not too far from here."
"That's good. I hope they have burgers, I've been starving since before Jersey."
"I told you we could tried that diner we passed"
"Honey, nobody eats the burgers in Jersey. It's Jersey."
Mary Jane could see that Peter's New York state of mind would not go away so easily. Giving a chuckle she gazed at the road ahead.
Peter continued to steer down the road at a steady speed. As they reached the next town all was quiet when compared to the sometimes stagnate atmosphere of Manhattan. Children played a game of stick ball in the middle of the street and scurried to the sidewalk as Peter eased up the road. As the station wagon passed by the children reclaimed their positions and resumed playing.
They drove into the parking lot of a shabby looking motel. They didn't have enough money to buy a room for the night. Only to get whatever food they could from the local diner.
Peter and Mary Jane stretched their arms and legs as they emerged from the car and walked to the diner.
As they entered through the door a bell had rang caused the heads of those already eat to turn and look at the new faces then back to their plates. They took their seats at a booth by the window when the waitress approached right on queue with her pen and pad.
"What'll ya have" she asked in a welcoming tone.
Peter kept his covered already head buried into his menu while Mary Jane looked the waitress in the eye.
"I'll just have some water" Replied Mary Jane.
"Ok and how about you sir?"
"Water and your biggest burger" said Peter with his head still down.
The waitress left the kitchen with the menus in hand when as Mary Jane gazed at Peter. He was bringing more attention to them than throwing suspicion. She signaled for him to remove his Boston Red sox cap with her index finger and like a child peter obeyed by placing it to the side.
The waitress returned with a pitcher of water and two glasses.
"Here you go. Your burger will be ready a little bit sir. Are you sure there isn't anything you want ma'am?" She said while looking Peter in the eye, expecting more out of him as the man.
"No, we're fine thank you" Replied MJ with her curt smile leaving the waitress to make her rounds elsewhere. "I don't think she likes you"
"You're right. I never got worse looks from the sinister six but this will be worth it if we conserve enough money to make sure we can get to Canada. We just have to hang in there MJ."
MJ grabbed Peter's heavy hands with hers and looking into his eyes, easing his mind like a trance.
After time had passed, the waitress returned with a big burger a little more than half the diameter of the plate it sat on. She placed in it on the table without saying a word as Peter took his knife and fork. Cutting the monster burger into two equal halves and moved it between himself and Mary Jane.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" asked the waitress
"No, this is fine" responded Peter now looking her square in the eye.
After the waitress walked away, Peter and Mary Jane had eaten in silence. By the time they had finished the burger and water proved to not very filling. They paid for the meal, left a small tip and made their way to the station wagon.
Snuggled up in the back seat Mary Jane brushed Peter's hair with her fine fingernails.
"You don't have to do that"
"Do what?"
"Calm me down. I know this isn't ideal, that we're running low on options. We've been through so much haven't we? Break ups, secrets, Venom, even clones. But this time it's the country that we're up against. As long as you're with me I know we'll make it MJ… but if you want leave I understand."
"Stop Peter… I know that we haven't been in the easiest of circumstances. We, especially you… have been through so much… being spider-man and Peter" Said MJ as she breathed slowly. "But don't think that I would ever leave you now because this is a cake walk compared to the clones. No offense to Ben."
"Right, no offense to Ben" Peter held his wife closely into his arms as she fell asleep. It would be another forty-five minutes before Peter drifted off himself.
The wagon was on the road for three days since they left New York. Treading on a single stretch of road making the same cranking sounds until it reached the state of Minnesota. The noises from the engine grew too painful like a metal beast in pain as it died out spitting smoke on the side of the road. Peter held in his frustration as the engine hissed like a tea kettle.
Surely the old Parker luck was far from done with them. The sun was very warm and there wasn't much shade to hide from its rays.
"We could go back to the Gas station 3 miles back" suggested Mary Jane as she fanned the smoke from the engine.
"No, we're too close to the next town to go back. Let's just walk ahead together. I don't want us getting separated."
The Parkers strolled down the road, their hands up to cover the eyes from the blaring sun. On both sides of the road were nothing but fields of tall grass. It was at least an hour before an old blue two seats truck drove up from behind. There was an older man with silver hair neatly combed back in the driver's seat in blue overalls.
"Excuse me but I think I saw your car awhile back. I can give you a lift?"
"No thanks-" replied Peter
"You're too kind, thank you" interjected Mary Jane.
The Mary Jane hoped into the only passenger seat as Peter took the place in the back of the truck. Peter sat in the back carefully watching the man in the driver's seat. The sun was unkind to him with no clouds in the sky and sweat almost streaming from his head.
"My name is Charles Benson by the way. You can call me Charley."
"I'm Mary Jane Watson-" said MJ as she stopped short in the middle of her last name. "And that brooding man in the back is my husband P-Paul."
The truck had reached a white two story wooden house just outside of town with its own porch and attic. Cars of different sizes and shapes took up much of the space along the side of the house. Some were old and rusty while others looked well maintained. The blue truck drove up the dirt road to the front porch where a man stood with a dirty rag wiping his hands. Wearing clothes covered in grease he approached the truck as its passengers got out of the truck.
"I see you picked up some passengers pop"
"Carl, this nice folk's car broke down there up the road. Get the tow and bring it back here for me, son."
"Yes sir" replied the son as he placed his dirty rag on the railing of the porch and walked to his tow truck parked along the side of the house.
As the tow truck made its way back up the road, the old man had invited Peter and Mary Jane inside of his house while their car was retrieved. With the first step the polished wooden floor creaked slightly causing Peter to half expect his spider sense to go off. Air was cool as if touched their already moist skin from the blazing sun. The smell of food wafted from the kitchen and flooded their noses as Peter and Mary Jane followed the old man down the hall.
"Marge, we have guests. Their car broke down along the road and we're going to fix it up for them."
Inside was an older woman with dishes in her hands, seating plates on a long dinner table with ten chairs. A few pots were simmering over the oven as she saw the young couple walk through the doorway.
"Sure picked the right time. Dinner should be ready soon. In the meantime make yourselves at home" said Marge as she waved toward the living room. Peter and Mary Jane took their seats on the couch as the old man sat the only armchair which was next to the couch.
The room was quiet with nobody sure what to say.
"Once my son gets back with your car we'll take a look at it."
"We don't have enough money to pay you" said Mary Jane.
"Don't worry about that, I'd consider it a special project. Old man doesn't have much else to do these days. If I took it to town they would most likely charge you too much just cause they can."
Peter gazed at the living room, every inch of the wall was covered with picture frames. Every one of them featured people in proud moments, happy moments. Charley's wife Marge came into the room shortly with a tray of drinks and placed it on the table in front of everyone. Peter was the last to pick up his glass, slowly moving it toward his lips before sipping. His sip quickly turned to gulps and ended in an empty glass.
Marge took the glass from Peter and returned with it filled to the brim. She handed it back to Peter and vanished back into the
"So Mary Jane, Paul. What brings you here all the way out here from New York? I couldn't help but notice the license plate."
"We're on a road trip, trying to see the sights. A new lease on life kind of thing."
The small talk continued until the son Carl returned with the station wagon to a shed in the back of the house. The old man Charley got up to have a look when Peter and MJ stayed in the house. With no one else in the room they.
"I should've went with him" whispered into MJ's ear. Trying very hard not to speak too loud for fear someone is listening.
"No, stay with me. If they do anything to the car, your powers can warn us. In the meantime let's just stay calm and hope they don't drug us."
"You know, the way you say it makes it sound like you're the one with the powers."
"Can't be a damsel in distress all the time"
Charley was gone for about twenty minutes before he returned with his son Carl and a woman and two children around the age of five. With cheer they all greeted each other and "The Watsons" before taking their seats at the long dinner table. There was a spread of food across the table as everyone sat across from one another. Stomachs had rumbled, hungry for the food.
"Your transmission is shot It will take a two or three days to fix. Until then you can stay with us. We have spare rooms, clothes and hot food."
"Thank you, in the meantime if we can help out in any way we would be glad to"
Through the course of dinner there was light conversation. The children had played games with their food and made jokes which caused the adults to laugh.
"How about you Paul? You and Mary Jane Ever think about having kids?"
"We, uh tried once. We lost her during the birth" said MJ.
Everyone grew quiet for a moment. Mary Jane tried to catch her breath as she heard the doctor's bad news. Baby Mary escaped her mother's womb but there was no kick nor scream to distinguish. She wiped her eyes as if something flew in the hide the moist tears in her eyes and excused herself from the table.
"I'm so sorry…"
"Its fine, you couldn't have known" responded Peter/Paul with his head facing down into his plate and then he excused himself from the table. He continued to eat without a word to say and everyone decided to stay quiet.
When morning came, "The Watsons" were ready to repay the Benson's kindness in full by helping anyway that they could. Mary Jane carried a pile of cloths covered in dirt in a basket to the washing machine in the back area on the first floor. The wash room was white and clean, every surface had not a speck of dust as she ran her figure across the surface of the machine. The windows were equally just as flawless and through it she could see her husband playing mechanic and hanging to every word from the wise Charles mouth. Peter rubbed his chin, reminding her of Reed Richards when he explains the theory of unstable molecules. She found herself pressed to the class when the Charles wife Marge snuck up behind her.
She needed to make a run to the town nearby but MJ jumped at the chance to help or perhaps to get fresh air. As she walked to the old blue truck, Charles sent Peter to go with her. As he put it, he trusted his wife but it was the other men that worried him most. The towns people could to waved at the truck as it passed then stopped when the faces inside were unfamiliar. Peter was fighting the urge to hide his face from the public though there was no point. By all counts this state seemed too rural for heroes to really matter at all. Men and women greeted him as if they were friends for years.
All was fine except when a man in a purple shirt bumped into Mary Jane, he had apologized as quickly as it happened and going about his way. It happened but there was no threat, no spider-sense to warn him so there was no cause concern. The couple continued on their way through the market for fresh vegetables. Testing the firmness of a few the quality was better than those of any supermarket. No comparison in the size of the ones from the city, naturally grown. The couple grabbed everything on the list, resulting in Peter carrying four large bags while MJ strolled around with her hands free as he loaded them into the truck.
Suddenly she got the urge to walk around a bit more before returning to the house but Peter couldn't refuse her. They spent an extra ten minutes wandering around until she thought she saw a friend she knew from her modeling days. A brunet with hair flowing past her shoulders, thin eye brows, slender wearing a red tank top and tanned shorts.
"Donna Bennett, is that you?" said MJ in her curious voice "I haven't seen you since we auditioned for that awful lobsterman movie."
"I'm sorry miss but you have the wrong person. My name is Daisy."
"I apologize, it's just, you look like this person I used to know" Replied MJ covering her mouth as though she made a grave mistake. She was so sure of this person being someone she knew before, so convinced that she threw caution to the wind. Perhaps looking for some moment of clarity in the uneasiness of her situation. She turned around to look at Peter for reassurance and looked back at the woman "Once again I am sorry for the confusion. Have a nice day" and the couple drove back to the house.
At this time the sun was well on its way to setting in the afternoon light, welcoming dusk and the eventual coming on night. Marge Benson was setting the dinner table once again and Mary Jane assisted her. Marge's son Carl and his family wouldn't be coming tonight but not because of what transpired the night before. This dinner was not as quiet as everyone had some story detailing the day's happenings. The station wagon was coming along nicely and the Peter was learning how to deal with future problems.
The dinner was filling with every bite, corn on the cob with carrots, peas and steak. This was a nice moment in a not so great venture and sleep would come much easier this time around. There were times when MJ seemed in and out of the conversations. She had lost her train of thought which just expressed that she was too tired to keep awake with heavy eye lids.
In the middle of the night Peter had awoken to use the bathroom, walking down the hallway in a white t-shirt and pajama pants, his feet treading on the creaky wooden floor boards. After he was finished with the bathroom, Peter noticed a shadow of a man moving outside in the porch light. He walked down to the front of the house where he found nothing, no one in the darkness of night. He stepped into the dirt listening closely, trying to get some indication of a spider-sense but nothing sounded off.
"You really should go back to bed, Paul, get a good night sleep" said Charles as he stepped from the darkness. Startling Peter at that very moment.
"I thought I saw something out here"
"Afraid that was me, putting some finishing touches on the car. Should be ready by noon"
"Maybe I can help the work move faster"
"No that's fine. I can handle it, go back to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."
Peter walked back into the house, leaving Charles and the porch light went out. This house was like salvation for him and Mary Jane, allowing them to calm down, to look stop looking over their shoulders, but what if it was meant to look that way? What if this was part of some operation to capture them? In his line of work you never trust it when someone approaches from the dark. Slowly he walked to the second floor and then crawled out the window of his a MJ's room, scaling the side of the house till he reached the ground and then treaded the long way around to the garage where they kept the car. He sneaked up to the dirty window where he spotted two figures talking in the dark
"I am getting so tired of this Devin, I don't know how much longer I can keep it up"
"It's almost over, just hang in there. Our friend "Paul" isn't so bad a guy but once SHIELD picks him up and we can get real positions in the initiative. They'll have to take us off the reserve list for sure."
For a moment Peter's face grew cold, the blood flushed from his face in an instant making him appear ghostly white for feeling the betrayal all at once. In the next moment, anger had seized him, cause the blood to rush back to his face and boil furiously.
A third voice sounded from the corner of the room, familiar in tone, it was Charles speaking he earnest opinion on the subject. "Now hold on a minute, I chose to help you on the bases that these people might hurt my family but in these past two days I'm not so sure I can trust what either of you two say."
"Don't worry pops" Said the male voice with a cool tone. "We're the good guys, we just want to keep the world safe is all but we can't do that if we're on the sidelines." There was no response from Charles, only silence from within the dark shed until the man known as Devin spoke again. "Just get some sleep and everything will be normal and boring around her in no time" Peter could her Charles footsteps as he withdrew from the shed and marched back to house.
Peter had doubled back to the house himself and reentered from the open window into his and MJ's room. He tapped her on the shoulder rapidly but genteelly so not to anger her. She groaned in discomfort before turning to meet his flaring eyes. "What is it, Tiger?" she muttered while yawning
"MJ, honey, we have to leave now" whispered Peter in the lowest but urgent voice that he could "SHIELD is coming to our way, we have to leave now" Her eye open to their full extent now, the fear she thought buried had risen again. "Just put on some clothes and we're out of here. We have to leave the car behind"
"How are we going to travel then?"
"We could just slingshot-"
"Don't even finish that sentence"
"It's just like jumping in the hulks arms"
"That was one dream I had, just one."
A fully clothed Mary Jane slide down the side of the house on Peter's web-line to the ground and waited as he crawled down the wall to meet her. The two walked away from the house to the dirt road. "When we get to town, we'll find some bus and keep going till we get to Canada" they walk until they stopped as if they hit a wall. Awe had struck their minds almost as hard as the unforeseen obstruction in the way. Peter felt the walls smooth surface before punching it with right hand. The scene had changed from the middle of a long road to the living room of the house as if they never left.
Shock had grabbed hold of them to the point their jaws dropped. The lights in the house flipped on quickly and the sound of rushing footsteps from the upper floor came to the stairs. Mary Jane had an intense look of fear on her face. For the moment her mind couldn't trust itself to tell that right was right and left was left. Peter spun around to catch two figures, a man and a woman they had seen before earlier in the day. The man with the purple shirt who bumped into Mary Jane and the woman she confused for a friend.
Both of them stood tall as if they are were superior and the battle finished before it had ever started. By now Charles and Marge stopped half way on the steps in there sleeping clothes. "Charles, what is happening? Who are these people in our house?" said Marge confused and shock by the sight on
"Marge, let's go back upstairs honey."
"What about Paul and Mary Jane? What's going to happen to them?" she said with such distress she began pushed against her husband a bit to get a better view. She eventually was overpowered and taken back to her room by her husband.
"Mr. and Mrs. Parker it's nice to meet you. My name is Devin, this is Denise and we are here to turn you into the authorities" said Devin with a sinister smirk on his face. "Sorry about tricking you like this but you see we're not really fighting types."
Peter jumped between the Mary Jane and the two mysterious figures, shielding her from a possible attack.
"Easy Peter" said the man with the purple shirt with his hands up in defense. "Like I said we're not here to fight you. Just talk and get you to come quietly."
"Good luck with that" replied Peter in a snarky tone.
"You know, I loved seeing you in the news" Said Devin in a reminiscent manner. "The Amazing Spider-Man. My sister Denise didn't care much for you but me? I knew you were the coolest hero out of all of them. Dare I say, more than the deceased Captain America? When I discovered I had a power, it was tough at first but I practiced to my strengths doing things I think you would have done but then the war happened. I thought you would have refused registration which I have to say shock me to my core. The statement you gave to the Senate on the importance of a secret identity and I tears rolled down my eyes because that was the Spider-Man I knew so well. But when the other shoe dropped in Stamford you backed Iron Man. A man who told the world of his identity years ago. He never fought crime bosses like the Kingpin. With his money and resources there were things he didn't have to worry about but you sided with him, even revealed your face to the world as a show of confidence in his campaign, hell it won me over. I wasn't too good normal jobs and my powers were all I had so in a way this was like a dream come true for me. Once the initiative went into effect my sister and I did the required tests to be in this states avenger's team but we were put on the reserves list, reserves, can you believe it? Sure our powers aren't exactly world changing but we have our uses and once we turn you in, we can be given a proper station. So you can understand that when we saw you at the diner a few days back there was no letting you go. We didn't tell the old man too much, just that you needed to come us so put down those fists and do the right thing Spider-Man."
Peter to a moment to gather his mind, the details of the story just told to him. Even here his decisions in New York held great impact. Something in him felt off to him like a sixth sense. If Spider-Man was his inspiration, why was he still doing this, for money? Regardless of this man's reasons Peter would never give himself up. He clenched his hands, preparing to do something whatever it might be when MJ grabbed his arm.
He turned to look into her eyes as she looked into his as she said "We had a good run Tiger". His heart pounded like a throbbing wound in the middle of his chest.
"What are you saying? We can't give up now"
"We gave it everything we had, maybe it won't be so bad if we give up."
The more he heard his wife's words the more he seemed in disbelief. He turned his head toward the brother and sister in outrage: "What did you do to my wife?
"I don't know what you're talking about" said Devin with an oblivious look on his face.
Peter lunged toward him and grabbed him by his shirt with both hands and his eyes now glaring. "You think I'm stupid?
"Peter let him go, please I've been thinking about this for the past few days I just didn't know how to tell you"
"Reverse it whatever it is right now. I know my wife too well for that. She would never give into something like this and maybe if you didn't make me think I was on the road instead of inside a house I'd believe you. REVERSE IT NOW!" Peter raised his fist ready to bash Devin's face with his bare fist.
"Don't do it Peter it's not too late to stop this!" screamed Mary Jane in protest. The sister Denise was signaled to stay out of the situation by Devin fanning his hand.
"It's ok Spider-Man, we're all friends here" said Devin in a cool tone while attempting to place his right hand onto Peter's forearm. The familiar buzzing tingled from the base of his skull, warning him against the touch of that hand. Peter threw Devin away quickly before the man could make contact causing him to crash into wooden chairs.
Denise raised her hands and vanished but the buzzing in his mind did not stop because she was still there, he began to swing his fists one after the other until his punch landed into her face and she hit the floor so hard the wooden floor began to split.
Mary Jane wrapped her arms around Peter's waist lovingly and said "That's enough".
"Ha ha you're really good Spider-Man. Seems like as long as we stayed at a distance your senses couldn't detect any threat. I wanted this to be simple but you're forcing my hand."
At that moment her grip tightened on Peter so much it seemed supernatural. To him it was like being caught in Doc Ock's tentacles making it hard to breath. Triumphant Devin walked back over and closed the gap between them.
"Like I said we're not much of fighters but my power gives me certain advantages"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"
"When I bumped into her earlier today I left something of an impression, her mind is under my control and everything from her memories to her bodies capabilities are maintained from that brain. The mind controls it all because that is its job. The adrenaline rush is giving her strength enough that would make you think she had powers. Of course it isn't enough to hold you for too long but at this point it's your devotion to her that holds you in place."
"MJ please it's your husband Peter I know you can fight this your too strong."
Her grip did not waver and still she said nothing while she held onto her husband as if it were the only thing she could think about. Still she remained as a statue as Peter attempting to reach her through his words with little effect.
"There is no getting out unless I want to release her and I won't do that" said Devin in a somewhat gloating fashion. "You should decide soon with her body working triple overtime her pretty little heart is bound to give out eventually."
"You wouldn't"
"I really would, because you see I really want to be a hero and in today's age the definition of the word has changed. We have to be willing to do what we must… the death of goliath showed me that" just then Peter was now staring at Devin astonished. Goliath was a scientist named Bill Foster who was killed in cold blood by a clone of Thor, who was created by Ironman, Mr. Fantastic and Yellow Jacket. As result Pro-Registration lost much support but did not stop.
"Even with his death the fighting did not stop there, registration continued, the war continued and though had a change of heart you lost so what does that say Spider-Man? New world order, sorry to say you're a dying breed."
A heavy lump formed in Peter's throat. He couldn't find the words to express the thoughts that began to fester in his mind. His looked so disgusted he bared his teeth like a wild wolf snarling before it lashed out. He could feel his wife's arms begin to tremble trying to maintain her grip by locking her hands together. Still he attempts to resist her without bringing her harm but if what this man says is try the clock is already ticking and her heart will give out from the stress. He couldn't believe it, to have come this far to have his wife used as a pawn in an attempt to capture him. He loved everything about her, her every breath, her presence could cure any emotional problems so how could he possible justify hurting her to save her.
The variables zoomed into his head, the slightest jerk could to do more harm than good. He cursed himself for being indecisive at such a pivotal moment.
"I was going to leave you off easy and give up but you're taking too long" said Devin slowly approaching wait an annoyed look on his face and his right hand ready to grasp Peter's head. "By the time you see me again I'll be on the TV as The Indomitable Breaker!"
With his great strength Peter leaped backward, crashing MJ into the wall so hard she left a big hole in it. Seizing the moment Peter escaped her grip and lunged at Breaker but MJ was still not free from his control as she rose up slowly from the ground covered in dust from the wall holding her chest. Peter felt the fear grow heavily on his mind as he looked back at his wife, worried her heart would stop. He knew he couldn't take the risk but he couldn't give up either so again he froze from indecision.
"You get one more chance to stop this madness, do it now Devin!" screamed the exasperated Peter as he choked Breaker with his right hand and restrained the villains right hand with his left. With his right hand restrained, Breaker couldn't use his ability. He felt so anxious that he didn't realize his spider strength had cut off circulation of the man's blood.
Sweat began to trickle down his face, he didn't want any part of this and it was the precise reason he left New York only for a psycho to control his wife's body and use it for mortal combat.
"Or you'll do what? I have all the cards ahhhhh" Peter pulled on the arm with such ease that it was dislocated and flopped back to breakers side like a dead snake. "You idiot, now I'll never help you. If you really wanted to help your wife you would give up"
His own face grew cold as the red head attacked from behind him and setting off his spider-sense into a frenzy either because he of his beloved was the one truly in danger. With Breaker's life still in this hands, the former hero dropped him onto the wooden floor to quickly evade the Super-MJ. He could feel the heat escaping from the pores of her skin, a clear sign that her body was in overdrive from the adrenaline surge. With each attempted punch her breathing seemed to worsen. The lungs were desperately trying to gather more oxygen to keep pace with the long exhales. He easily avoided each of her punches until she stopped down in her tracks and clenching the middle of her chest.
It was then that a chill had descended upon his mind, his bones shook as she fell to her knees and then flat on her face. He ran to her side, laid her flat on her backside and placed his ear on her chest. The thumping sounds were far too rapid and then it started to slow down till it stopped suddenly.
"No no no, stay… please stay MJ" cried Peter as he performed CPR to start her heart back up "1,2,3 I can't go through this again MJ please stay with me here"
Charles wife Marge tiptoed down the steps with her husband not too far behind to find their living room in shambles and a teary eyed Peter Parker over his wife's body. Marge gasped as she looked on, covering her mouth with her hands as Charles grabbed her by the arm to keep her away from danger.
"I hate to be selfish but you have stay with my please, I can't do this without you" Still he tries to start he tries to restart the heart and still there is nothing and his body began to tremble because he knew the truth. "I-I'm nothing without you…no. NOOOOOOOOO!"
"I warned you about this ahead of time" said Devin as he leaned against the wall with a slight smirk on his face "You have only yourself to blame, you are the one on the wrong side of the law after all. You were so stubborn you would forfeit your loved one then do the right thing."
Just then, like a volcano, a great rage was brought to the surface. All he wanted to do was salvage what was left of his life after losing his Aunt and wanting to regain some sense of self but Parker luck would have it happen that way. The old Parker luck had always been like Newton's law in full effect but was not the time to reflect upon Probability. Peter grinded his teeth together as he stood up like a hunched animal.
This man had nerve to talk about anything heroic. He knew nothing of the hardship that came with being heroic, he was only a kid. Still he had the gull to attack the only family Peter had left in the world and took her from him, like the Green Goblin did with Gwen and the Kingpin with Aunt May. The blood in his veins boiled like hot magma from the within the Earth. With each step his feet tread heavily.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT DOING THE RIGHT THING?!" bellowed Peter as his fist collided with Devin's temple and his body went limp
He turned to look at the couple as they stood stunned from the sight of the man they welcomed to their house as a guest seemed to be the cause of this current misfortune. Marge gauged the situation by walking into the center of the living room as Charles attempted to claw his wife's forearm to keep her close but she refused to do so. "Marge" said Charles as he tried to reach her emotionally but the damage was done already as her eyes became misty.
"He told me they were fugitives Marge."
"Y-yet you failed to mention this to me and now this woman, whom we have shared our food with for the past two days lies dead in our living room. This is wrong Charles."
Her husband stood speechless, her words cutting him dead to his core because he knew like she did, the truth. They had heard everything from upstairs hiding behind the doors. A sound echoed through the house, liquid dripped onto the floor like a light rain and then came the sound of heaving. Peter's body quaked as he hid his face from view but still looking to the face of his wife's killer tightening his fist so much the nails dug deep into his skin
"We need to help this man, Charles. You need to think about how."
By morning SHIELD agents were canvasing the area around the lone house, searching for the assailant who attacked Breaker and his sister.
"He is in a coma sir, doesn't look like he will be of it anytime soon. Sure got a hell of a beating for his trouble. Still haven't found a hint of who it was."
"Well search again. Whoever it was might have left long ago but I want to be through on this. Either he is out there somewhere or still in the immediate area. With two agents down I'm the one who needs something to hand to the Benevolent IRON LORD explaining why his people were attacked."
In the distance Marge and Charles gave an account of the Past two days. Both stories matched up as both recalled befriending a large man who attacked the two heroes attempting to halt his escape and then ran off. Many more agents would search the house and garage for any inkling of a clue as to who the attacker was but whatever he was left no personal belongings in the old station wagon before his escape
As the SHIELD agents searched around for more clues a quietly sobbing Peter Parker hid underground in a cellar with Mary Jane's cold body in his arms. Letting his tears flow while constantly fighting off the urge to let off too much noise for fear of being discover. And so he sat in the dark with his thoughts, anger, sorrow and biding his time.