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Summary: Now Peter Parker has a new costume. But he has no idea how he got it nor get it off. But despite the mysterious origins of his new costume. Peter has found that it has augmented his abilities. But these additions come at a price. Now he must weight the. . .
Benefits
Set in the Ultimate Spider-Man
It was the middle of the night and Peter Parker had no idea how he got himself stuck on to a building near "Ground Zero".
*I don't know how this happened. But I got to get back home. Aunt Mae is gonna freak.* He thought to himself.
The first thing he did was prepare his hand to shoot a webline. But just as Peter was about to shoot a line of webbing shot out from the back of his hand instead of the wrists. He turned his hand around and noticed square white patches on the back of his hands. And yet somehow, Peter was able to shoot webbing with just a mere thought.
*Incredible, with just a mere thought I can web-sling. This can really make things interesting.*
Peter grabbed onto the webline and began to swing towards Queens.
As he made his way back home. Peter looked down and noticed a man approach a sedan. He had a gun and ordered the driver out of the car. Peter was watching a car jacking go down in progress.
*Looks it's time for a man of action.*
Just as the carjacker closed the door. Peter, more rather Spider-man landed on the roof of the car with a loud thud.
The thief looked up from his windshield. Spidey went over and waived at him. The thief yelled out several curses and then pressed down on the accelerator. Making the car leap with speed and tear through the Manhattan streets.
The thief tried to throw Spidey off by making hard turns to the right and left. Even breaking hard trying to throw him off. No such luck. Spidey was stuck to the car roof and no amount of car tricks would get him off.
While the thief was speeding up for another turn. Spidey went over and shot a large amount of webbing onto the road, creating a large white puddle.
The car tore into the webbing and came to a sudden dead stop. Even though Spidey was stuck to the roof, he felt like his insides were being thrown at least 200 feet.
Spidey came off from the car roof and landed on the ground. He went over and saw the thief reaching for his gun. Spidey went over and tore the car door right off his hinges.
*Guess this suit does more than I thought.* Spidey thought
Spidey tossed the door aside and grabbed the car jacker. He had no trouble pulling the criminal out and holding him high in the air. At least several inches off the ground.
"Please, don't do anything. The gun ain't even loaded."
Spidey just started at him. He didn't believe anything the guy had to say. While he was going to leave him for the cops. Another part of him wanted to tear the guy apart. To exact revenge on what the man did. Spidey tried to ignore this feeling, but felt it's now growing present.
Just as he was about to lay a hand on him. A patrol cruiser flashed it's lights and siren.
"You got lucky." Spidey said to the thief. He then dropped him to the ground
The thief looked frighted and hurt. He was shaking from fear.
Spidey jumped up, shot a webline, and swung away. Leaving the broken car and one very scarred thief.
One of the two officers approached the vehicle with her gun drawn.
"Don't worry." The other officer said to his partner. "It's all well and good."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just scoop him and we'll take him to booking."
The officer looked at his senior partner. His name was Donald Schultz and was a 16 year veteran of the department
"Trust me, besides it'll be your collar." Schultz said to his partner.
"All right, if you say so." The younger officer said to him. Her name was Jennifer Dale and was only on the force for a year and a half.
"After this we'll go on our break."
Dale nodded and then cuffed the carjacker and then led him to the back of the patrol car. She noticed the pile of white-silvery stuff in the middle of the road.
"Forget it. The stuff's gone in an hour."
"Right, the Sarge told us about that." She went over to the passenger seat.
"Always listen in roll call. You can never go wrong." Schultz instructed his young, feisty partner. "Come on, I'll buy a coffee."
An hour later Officers Schultz and Dale sat at a booth in an all-night diner in lower Manhattan. The food was decent and cheap compared to the other places. One of the many cop hangouts in the city.
Dale had coffee and Schultz was having coffee and a slice of Boston Creme Pie. A favorite of his.
While they sat, another person walked into the diner. He was wearing a bomber jacket and blue jeans. He was tall and a frame of a football player. His name was Edward "Eddie" Brock. A reporter for the Daily Bugle.
Brock approached the two officers.
"Hey Don, what's been going on?" He extended a hand.
Schultz stopped eating his pie and shook hands with Brock.
"This is my new partner, Eddie. Jenny Dale."
"Pleasure to meet you." He shook her hand also.
"Mind if I sit?" Brock asked
"Go ahead." Schultz said
Brock sat down across from the two uniformed cops.
"So anything going on. That I'd be interested in?"
Schultz rubbed his face and thought. "Well the usual stuff."
"Cone on, something happened to you." Brock gestured
"All right, all right. We had a little run with the friendly neighborhood Spider-man."
Brock raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yup, but there were a couple of things different with this one."
"Like what?"
"Well first of all he was all black, plus there was this weird insignia on his chest."
"Got any idea what it means?"
"Nothing, I mean it took me month to figure out that Skull thing on the Punisher's costume. Trust me, my partner can attest to that."
Dale smiled.
"Ya see."
Brock produced a note pad. Despite all of the electronic tools a reporter has at their disposal. The pen and paper was always at the fore front.
He made a note of the all black costume. "Was their anything else you noticed?"
"Well when we came on scene. Spider-man had the perp high in the air. Holding him just by the collar."
"And this is strange?"
"Look at this way Brock. So far every time the job has encountered Spider-man he doesn't exactly do beatdowns on his criminals. Usually leaves them gift-wrapped for us."
Brock nodded and made another note. "This certainly looks like something I can use."
"Good, feel free to quote me. Can't hurt to have a little free press."
"Uh-huh, and you can attest to your partner's statement?" Brock directed his question to Dale.
"Don't worry, it's not gonna affect your chances of getting a gold shield." Schultz told her
"Yes, yes I can. I saw it all." Dale said to Brock
"Okay, that's all I need." Brock rose out of the booth and faced the two officers. "You two have a safe night out there."
"Will do, Brock." Schultz said
"Night"
"Night" Dale said to him.
Brock gave a slight smile and then walked out of the diner and onto the darkened streets. As he walked towards his car, he put the story together in his mind. He knew that if he played his cards right. He could get an edge over Ben Urich. The top Bugle reporter, the one who got the big scoops. And for a Columbia School of Journalism graduate, Eddie Brock would stand to be in second place. He had to wait for the right story and he had a feeling that this was it.
Peter finally got to the second story of his brownstone. While it seemed to be hours after he found himself near "Ground Zero". It only took him thirty minutes to get back home. A new record for him. The more time he spent in that suit, the more he felt it's power go through him.
Peter noticed a window had been left open leading into his room. He figured that was how he got in the first place. He moved himself through the trees and found himself in his room.
He moved over to the full length mirror and looked himself over. What he had seen in the reflection building matched what he was seeing in the mirror: A full head to toe black body suit with a strange white emblem on the chest. But also on the back. There was a white square on the backs of both hands. The last thing to notice was that there were white eye covers that looked similar to what his red and blue suit had.
Now the most difficult part of his suit came: How to get the thing off?
Peter tugged and pulled at the suit, but all that did was stretch or bend the material in a myriad of ways.
"Come on". He said to himself quietly. "How do you get this off?" The suit didn't have anyway of taking it off. It appeared that it would stay on Peter no matter what.
He was getting frustrated. *Oh man! All I want to do is go to bed.* He thought.
Suddenly, Peter felt activity within the suit and in less than a second the suit transformed into an undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
"What the?". He checked himself in the mirror. It appeared that the suit disappeared completly.
Peter felt his new clothes and they felt completely real. He wondered if that the suit knew what he wore when he went to sleep. What else can it do?
"Let's see" Peter said in a quiet tone. "How about Derek Jeter's uniform?"
In less than a second, a realistic New York Yankee's uniform appeared on Peter. He turned around and saw that it had Jeter's number on the back.
"What about a cop's uniform?"
Once again the suit shifted and changed to fit, Parker's request. Now Peter was dressed in a real NYPD officer's uniform. That even had a cap. Although the uniform did not provide a belt nor a gun and holster. Peter could appear as a realistic officer. If that officer were fifteen years old.
For the next couple of hours, Peter thought up of different clothing styles and waited to see if the suit could replicate them. Every time it did. This certainly would solve his costume for Halloween problem.
The Next Day
It was now morning at Midtown High School and its students moved to and fro on whatever they had to for today. For Peter Parker, that meant a trip to his locker to exchange books for the next two periods.
He went over to his locker to exchange his Biology book for his History book. As he put the Biology book away, he went over the lesson that his teacher had gone over. It involved the various parts of the cell. More importantly a certain part of the animal cell known as the Mitochondria.
He learned that the Mitochondria was involved in a symbiotic relationship with the rest of the cell. That it performed duties for the cell and the cell performed duties for it. A mutual relationship that benefitted both. Peter wondered if that was the suit was. It did greatly improve his powers. But the question was, what did it want from him?
However, those questions would be answered another time. As he put his books away, Peter didn't notice someone coming up behind him. Until he was grabbed by the collar and pushed up against his locker.
It was a bully didn't Peter hadn't seen before except in the crowds that form near the school. He once heard the kid referred to as 'Smokey'. Peter never understood what that name meant.
"What do you want?" Peter asked the bully
"All the money you got?"
"I got none."
"Something tells me you're a liar." Just as Smokey let his arms drop from Peter's sides. Peter went for Smokey's collar and pushed him with great force towards the lockers on the other side of the hall.
Smokey was caught off guard and didn't realize what had just happened to him. A kid two years younger and three inches shorter had him pinned against the locker. Judging by the expression on Peter's face. This would not be pleasant.
As Peter held the thief in his grasped, the very same feeling of rage went through his body he felt the night before. The thought of beating into the bully felt good to him. Like it was something, he needed to do.
Just as he was about to punch 'Smokey' in the face. A voice from down the hall caught his attention.
"PETER!" She screamed at him. He turned towards the scream and saw Mary Jane looking at him dumbfounded, not understanding what had just happened.
With his rage interrupted, Peter suddenly felt embarrassed and shameful. He couldn't understand what was going on inside of him. He wondered that if it was the suit causing this? If so, how was he going to get rid of it before it destroyed him?
To Be Continued
