Okay, so how is it so far? I know, I know, this chap's been a long time coming. So 'ere I am tapping away on my
keyboard. Hope you like the following
chapter. As the title may say, I'm
tying up some loose ends, which have already formed. Like weeds they are, popping up every time I think I've
finished them off.
Enjoy.
"So, what're you waiting for? Try it on. I don't have all day, you know?" Spiderman stood in an irritated posture, arm resting gently on the
cabinet. Though his mask covered all
facial expression, anyone could tell he was irked at the least.
Connor, on
the other hand, stood their gawking. Had his jaw been detachable like a snake's, it surely would've fallen to
the floor a long time ago. His eyes just
froze over, immobile as he stared at the perfection of the suit, the unmarked
white to the impenetrable black. When
he had the courtesy to collect himself, he straightened his stooped back,
coughed, and approached the suit.
He'll never
forget the first time he touched that white suit. The texture of it beneath his fingers as he rubbed the sleeve of
it gently, the simple smell of it, indescribable and unique in every
manner. Nor will he ever forget the
first time he got into the suit. Shrugging off his sneakers, he can vividly recall every motion as his
feet snugly fitted into the bottom. Crouching down to slide his arms into the sleeves, his fingers slid
perfectly into the attached gloves. It
was as if the one-piece suit was tailored for him. As he zipped up the seams, he took a final breath to mark the
memorable moment before he slid the mask onto his face.
"This…"
Connor started, amazed at how clearly his voice came out of the suit, and how
easy it was to breath and move around in it, "This is /unbelievable/." Once inside of the suit, Connor became a new
person. Not the silly child who dreamed
and thought daily about being a superhero, but someone more serious, someone
who had the weight of responsibility upon their shoulders. He felt grown up somehow, not in the 'Now I
have super duper powers' sense, but rather in the sense that people would be
depending on him from here on in.
All the
while, Spiderman leant his arm against the wall, waiting patiently for the boy
to get into his outfit. "Fit's okay,
right?" A quick nod from Connor assured
Spiderman that he could get on with business. "Now, next thing we have to do is deal with you living with me, or
whether or not you live with your parents."
Connor
turned in order to address this new situation. "Well, if you don't have any problems with me living with you, it'd be
so much better. I mean, we can," Connor
stops, smirking at what he's about to say, "Go fight crime together, when it
arises, and besides, then I won't have to live with my parents." Connor clears his throat in disgust at the
latter reason, and then starts to stretch his body about in order to get the
feel of the suit.
"Whatever
suits you. So, let's move on to the
next thing on the list. What'll be
you're nickname? Like, I'm Spiderman,
and you'll be…" A quick response exposes that Connor's has often thought about
the matter many a time. "Web. I'll be Web. After all, every time the spider falls, isn't the web always
there to catch him?" He grins;
unbelievably convinced his idea is ingenious. "So, am I going to fight crime or something, like go with you and go
find some villain?"
"No,
/Web/," an emphasis on the name, just to acknowledge it, "Things don't work
quite like that. More often than not,
the bad guy will /find/ me. Not vice
versa. And the first thing you're going
to do is get a good night's rest. Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'll get Aunt May to clean up the bed in the guest
room. I don't know /what/ she's going
to think when she realizes that I've adopted some kid, who happens to have a
family." Spiderman sighs, as he removes
his mask as he makes his way up the stairs. "Y'know, now I've got to go and deal with /your/ family as well, but
then again, you're right to a degree. Sticking together would be well advised."
Turning
around, Connor spots the face of the infamous superhero for the first
time. "But, you're Peter Parker!" His last words drift off into empty space,
leaving only him to hear them as Peter makes his way up the steps to go change
out of his outfit. "Connor Langley,
this has been one seriously packed day." Getting out of his suit slowly, he takes his time to think about this
day's events. His dreams have come
true. Thank you, whatever fate-guiding
force is up there, thank you. Bowing his
head in prayer, he finishes shedding off his suit before taking the spiral
staircase up, two steps at a time.
Once up
there, he looked out the window, noticing evening coming on soon. His stomach growls, bringing to his
attention that he hasn't eaten since lunch today, which was scanty as it was,
seeing that he had a detention he had to get to. Sauntering out of Parker's room, he scans down the hallway,
looking into the rooms as he makes his way by. Bathroom, another bedroom, probably owned by 'Aunt May', the guest
bedroom, or now his bedroom, and then a locked door. I'll have to ask 'bout that one later on, he thinks, before
heading downstairs.
When he
managed to find the kitchen, Connor grabbed himself a bite of the dinner laid
out before him. He didn't get a chance
to meet the aforementioned Aunt May, and Peter couldn't be seen anywhere around
the house. Sighing, he ate his dinner
alone, eyeing his surroundings impatiently. He /had/ to eat, and thought that even though no one was around to watch
him, that he also had to stay at the dinner table for courtesy's sake, but he
/yearned/ to go explore the house and get to know his new home.
Managing to
complete his dinner, he placed the dishes into the sink and ran some water over
them before running around the house, opening each door by a sliver and peeking
inside. The house was so normal that no
one would have ever known that Spiderman lived in it. Connor frantically searched for some sign to give it away, and
yet could find none save the closet he had been shown earlier on before dinner.
"There must
be something behind this locked door, something special, something important,"
Connor mumbled to himself, as he fiddled with the doorknob to the door for
possibly the tenth time in the day. Each time he passed it, he tried to open it. With the resolution came a sudden onslaught of exhaustion, partly
from having run around the house so much, and partly from having just
eaten. Swaggering his way towards the
guest room, he fell onto the bed, and fell into a deep slumber.
What he
didn't notice was Spiderman hanging onto the ceiling right above him,
grinning. "Sleep well Web, you'll need
it for tomorrow."
The following day…
A gentle
tap on his shoulder woke up Connor from his sleep. No dream of him swinging through the streets of New York with
Spiderman that night, he didn't need it. A much more jovial Peter Parker was the first sight Connor saw when his
eyes opened. "You got yourself one long
Saturday in front of you," Parker said with a grin. "Breakfast is ready downstairs, feel free to help yourself."
Procrastinating,
Connor stayed in bed for some time before actually getting up to change and go
to the kitchen. It's not healthy for
me, he thought while changing, to get up this early on a Saturday morning. Groaning, he staggered downstairs, and ate
his breakfast of cereal in milk. "So,
what's so special about today?" Connor asked, as he sloshed the Spidey Scoops around
in the bowl. "You'll see," Spiderman
replied. "Meet me in the lab when you're
ready."
It was
while he was going upstairs that he bumped into Aunt May. "Oh- you must be the boy Peter said he was
going to house for the year. Whatever
is Canada like?" Completely oblivious
as to what the old woman meant, Connor instinctively responded with a "fine",
and made up some excuse to scuttle past the lady into his room. "Canada?" he asked himself, as he walked to
Peter's room, found the secret door open and went down the stairs to the lab.
When he got
downstairs, Connor noticed Spiderman already in his suit, looking at the
explosive canister and jotting down some notes. Inconspicuously looking at the sheet, Connor realized the notes
were the ingredients to the explosive webbing. One thing about Connor Langley was that, though he wasn't so great at
school, he was an absolute wiz at Chemistry. Like, there was no chemical in existence on planet earth that he didn't
understand. Everything just clicked
inside of his mind. He took notice of
what chemical made the webbing explosive on contact, and what agents kept it
from exploding while in the canister.
"Hmm, so
you seem to be here now." His spider
senses hadn't tingled, seeing that Connor posed no threat to him. "Put on your suit, we're about to start your
training." Spiderman couldn't help but
smile. After all, the poor boy had no
clue what he had in store for him. "And
trust me, this training is no easy thing. Even /with/ all those special suit abilities," was all Parker could say
to steel Connor, as he led the way up the stairs back into his room.
On the way
up the stairs, Web asked Spiderman why in the world Aunt May asked how Canada
was. Spiderman explained, while closing
the secret door, that he had told Aunt May that Connor was an exchange student
from Canada, who came here to study. He
also told him that he had managed to convince Connor's parents to let him stay
with Spiderman, though he never mentioned how. "Here we are," Spiderman said, stopping in front of none other than the
locked door.
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like to thank all ye people who've reviewed. No Newton Langly, he will not be meeting Doc Connors. And *~Chaya~*, could I have your
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