Spider-Man : Hunted
part 2
Peter awoke to the sound of knocking at the door. Groggily, he sat up in his bed and looked at his watch. 7PM. " I'm coming! " Peter called, and shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
He was surprised to see Harry Osborn standing in his doorway, holding a laptop under his arm. " Hiya Pete, " Harry said cheerfully. " What's up? "
" Well I just woke up... "
" Good. " Harry interrupted. " I need all your wits! "
Peter scratched his head. He wondered why his friend seemed so... energetic.
" What can I help you with, Harry? " Peter asked, inviting his friend in. Harry set his laptop down on Peter's coffee table, and switched it on.
" I'm in need of your talents! " Harry replied, and swung the laptop around for Peter to see.
A password prompt was on the laptop's display, access denied to a file called 'Human Performance Enhancers Project.' Peter's eyes widened. " What is this? " He asked the taller man, curious as to how Harry had come to possess such highly confidential government documents.
" This was what my father was working on at Oscorp, " Harry said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. " I just know he was on to something big! "
" And you want me to hack the file? " Peter asked, raising his eyebrows.
" The only two people who probably knew the password are dead, " Harry reminded him. His cheery expression soured as he remembered that he no longer had a father.
Peter swallowed hard, seeing the change in his friend's face. " I'll see what I can do, Harry. " Peter promised. He sat down in front of the laptop and started clicking and typing like mad. " Help yourself to a cup of coffee, " Peter said absent mindedly, consentrating at the task at hand.
" Do you want some? " Harry called from the kitchen.
" Huh? "
" Coffee. Do you want some coffee? " Harry repeated, taking two coffee mugs from the cupboard.
" Ummm... " Peter frowned at the laptop screen.
" I'll make you one. " Harry said, grinning at his friend's preoccupation. Peter was always like that, shutting the world out when he was busy. Trapped in his own little world.
A few minutes later, the young man set down a steaming cup of coffee in front of Peter. " So do you think you can crack it? " Harry asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.
" Done. " Peter said, and looked up at his friend.
" What!!? " Harry exclaimed, and swung the laptop around. Sure enough, Peter had hacked into his father's top secret file within a matter of minutes. " Peter, you never cease to amaze me! " Harry said, smiling from ear to ear.
" Piece of cake, " Peter said modestly, taking a sip of his coffee.
" Cut! " The director yelled, highly distressed. He got up from his fold up chair, and scrambled onto the soap opera set. " Mary Jane, how many times do I have to tell you... "
The young actress put her hands on her hips. " What do you WANT me to do, Tom? " She asked indignantly. " First you say do the line this way, then you change your mind completely! "
Tom shook his head violently. " Oh no, don't you blame this on me, young lady! I've been director of this show for 4 years! "
" Yeah well maybe if you were any good, you would have done a movie or two, " She muttered under her breath as he strutted back to his director's chair. He jotted down a note or two on his script, then looked up. " Positions, people. " The crew all hurried to their positions. " Action! " He yelled.
Mary Jane's co star approached her like a leopard stalking its prey. She couldn't help but notice how bad an actor he was. He was probably cast on his looks alone, and she had to admit, she wouldn't mind hanging his poster on her wall. But he had the acting ability of a two year old.
" Come on, Natasha, " he recited his line. " Give me another chance. Stacy seduced me. "
Mary Jane mock slapped the actor. " How dare you come crawling back to me! "
The actor grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. " You know you can never leave me, " he said, and kissed her.
The young redhead shoved her co-star off her, her face flushed with anger.
" What are you doing?? " The young actor asked, indignant.
" Tell your Mama's boy here, " she walked up to the director. " The next time he shoves his tongue down my throat, I'll bite it off! "
She stormed off the set and to her dressing room. She collected her coat and handbag, and hurried away from the lot as quickly as possible.
She couldn't believe how much cheek these 3rd rate actors and directors had. Obviously she wasn't going to get anywhere by acting in a soap opera. She had her sights set on Broadway. Well you can't get to the top without using stepping stones, Peter had once said to her. She smiled as she remembered his advice. He was right, she decided. He always was always giving the right advice and doing the right thing. Maybe that was why she loved him so - he never shirked away from his responsiblities.
Realising what the time was, Mary Jane quickened her pace. She had to get to the bank to cash her paycheque, and the bank would be closing within fifteen minutes. She tried to hail a taxi, but with it being rush hour traffic, she realised the attempt was in vain as it drove down the road without stopping.
She made it to the bank, five minutes before closing time. She hurried inside to the first available cashier. The man looked up from his paperwork, and greeted her in a monotone. " Good afternoon. How may I help you? "
Mary Jane pulled her paycheque out of her purse and placed it on the counter. " Could you deposit this into my bank account please? "
" Certainly Ma'am, " the cashier replied and picked up the cheque.
Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the foundations of the bank. Pieces of brick and glass were strewn all over the clients and employees alike.
A masked man entered the bank, he was dressed in yellow and brown attire, carrying no visible weapons, but had two metallic bands around his wrists.
" The door said the bank was closed, " The masked man said. " So I figured I had to reopen it. " His boots made a crunching sound as he crossed the floor over the scattered debris. " I've come to make a withdrawal, " He hissed to the clerk who was beside himself with fear.
" Out of which account? " The nerdy man stammered.
" All of them. Take me to the vault. " The man in yellow ordered.
" I don't have the key to the vault, " the cashier replied nervously.
" Do you really think I need a key? " the robber replied, aiming his wrist mounted weapon at the wall behind the cashier. " Watch, " he said and fired a sonic blast from the apparatus. The wall behind the man was blow apart, sending a fresh spray of brick and dust over the clients inside the bank.
Mary Jane fumbled in her bag for her can of mace. She always carried it around, for times when Peter couldn't come to her rescue. Generally, he didn't disappoint, but she figured she could be a hero for once. She snuck up on the would be robber, and when she came close enough, she pulled her mace out the bag and sprayed it into the man's face.
It seemingly had no effect on him. He spun around, caught her by the arm and pulled her close to him. She could only see his blue eyes behind his mask, but they were filled with fury. " You must be the hero of the day, " He hissed into her ear. " Why couldn't you just mind your own business? "
Mary Jane struggled in his grip, and managed to get loose, but fell to the floor at his feet.
" Your outfit is too loud for her to go about her own business, " a voice called out from above the robber. He looked up, to see a man dressed in red and blue tights, sticking by his hands and feet to the ceiling.
" Spider-Man! " the robber exclaimed.
The hero leaped from the roof, landing on the criminal's back, knocking him to the floor. " That's right buddy! " He said as he backflipped away, giving him some distance. " Do you mind telling me why you're dressed like a power ranger? " The hero joked as the robber got to his feet.
" My name is Shocker, " he replied to the hero, pointing the metallic bracelets at the hero. " Learn it and fear it, for it is the sound of your doom! " He fired two sonic blasts at Spider-Man.
The webslinger's Spider-Sense kept him out of the blast's path, but the floor where he had been a split second earlier, was not so lucky. Pieces of tile were shattered by Shocker's blast, sending even more debris and dust into the already panicked crowd. " You know, pal, " Spider-Man said, cartwheeling as he avoided Shocker's attacks, " I think you've been reading too many comic books! You talk like a villain out of a Batman comic! "
Shocker lost sight of Spider-Man, who was much too fast for him to blast with his special weapons. As he turned, the hero came swinging at him from a webline, and knocked him out of the window of the bank, right into the street. Shocker grabbed onto Spider-Man's arm as they tumbled over each other, and with his free hand, activated his wrist mounted blaster again.
The device sent a sonic wave right through the hero's body, and he screamed in pain. He punched Shocker twice, and kicked him in the stomach, sending the man in yellow flying through the air. Shocker was flung right into the side of a bus, and slid down from the metal, knocked out cold.
" Ugh... " Spider-Man muttered, getting to his feet. " Now my ears are gonna ring for weeks! " He webbed Shocker to a lamp post, removed the criminal's wrist weapons and stuck a note to the webbing, reading 'Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.'
Mary Jane smiled as she saw her hero webbing up the bad guy and sticking his customary note to the package. Once again he had saved her from certain doom, as he always did. " Isn't he incredible? " she asked the cashier who had been helping her.
" Yeah... yeah... incredible, " The man stammered, still rattled from his ordeal. He peeked out the window, but Spider-Man was already gone. " Incredible but I just find him a little creepy! All that spider stuff... "
The red head just rolled her eyes. " Okay so cash that cheque for me already. "
part 2
Peter awoke to the sound of knocking at the door. Groggily, he sat up in his bed and looked at his watch. 7PM. " I'm coming! " Peter called, and shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
He was surprised to see Harry Osborn standing in his doorway, holding a laptop under his arm. " Hiya Pete, " Harry said cheerfully. " What's up? "
" Well I just woke up... "
" Good. " Harry interrupted. " I need all your wits! "
Peter scratched his head. He wondered why his friend seemed so... energetic.
" What can I help you with, Harry? " Peter asked, inviting his friend in. Harry set his laptop down on Peter's coffee table, and switched it on.
" I'm in need of your talents! " Harry replied, and swung the laptop around for Peter to see.
A password prompt was on the laptop's display, access denied to a file called 'Human Performance Enhancers Project.' Peter's eyes widened. " What is this? " He asked the taller man, curious as to how Harry had come to possess such highly confidential government documents.
" This was what my father was working on at Oscorp, " Harry said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. " I just know he was on to something big! "
" And you want me to hack the file? " Peter asked, raising his eyebrows.
" The only two people who probably knew the password are dead, " Harry reminded him. His cheery expression soured as he remembered that he no longer had a father.
Peter swallowed hard, seeing the change in his friend's face. " I'll see what I can do, Harry. " Peter promised. He sat down in front of the laptop and started clicking and typing like mad. " Help yourself to a cup of coffee, " Peter said absent mindedly, consentrating at the task at hand.
" Do you want some? " Harry called from the kitchen.
" Huh? "
" Coffee. Do you want some coffee? " Harry repeated, taking two coffee mugs from the cupboard.
" Ummm... " Peter frowned at the laptop screen.
" I'll make you one. " Harry said, grinning at his friend's preoccupation. Peter was always like that, shutting the world out when he was busy. Trapped in his own little world.
A few minutes later, the young man set down a steaming cup of coffee in front of Peter. " So do you think you can crack it? " Harry asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.
" Done. " Peter said, and looked up at his friend.
" What!!? " Harry exclaimed, and swung the laptop around. Sure enough, Peter had hacked into his father's top secret file within a matter of minutes. " Peter, you never cease to amaze me! " Harry said, smiling from ear to ear.
" Piece of cake, " Peter said modestly, taking a sip of his coffee.
" Cut! " The director yelled, highly distressed. He got up from his fold up chair, and scrambled onto the soap opera set. " Mary Jane, how many times do I have to tell you... "
The young actress put her hands on her hips. " What do you WANT me to do, Tom? " She asked indignantly. " First you say do the line this way, then you change your mind completely! "
Tom shook his head violently. " Oh no, don't you blame this on me, young lady! I've been director of this show for 4 years! "
" Yeah well maybe if you were any good, you would have done a movie or two, " She muttered under her breath as he strutted back to his director's chair. He jotted down a note or two on his script, then looked up. " Positions, people. " The crew all hurried to their positions. " Action! " He yelled.
Mary Jane's co star approached her like a leopard stalking its prey. She couldn't help but notice how bad an actor he was. He was probably cast on his looks alone, and she had to admit, she wouldn't mind hanging his poster on her wall. But he had the acting ability of a two year old.
" Come on, Natasha, " he recited his line. " Give me another chance. Stacy seduced me. "
Mary Jane mock slapped the actor. " How dare you come crawling back to me! "
The actor grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. " You know you can never leave me, " he said, and kissed her.
The young redhead shoved her co-star off her, her face flushed with anger.
" What are you doing?? " The young actor asked, indignant.
" Tell your Mama's boy here, " she walked up to the director. " The next time he shoves his tongue down my throat, I'll bite it off! "
She stormed off the set and to her dressing room. She collected her coat and handbag, and hurried away from the lot as quickly as possible.
She couldn't believe how much cheek these 3rd rate actors and directors had. Obviously she wasn't going to get anywhere by acting in a soap opera. She had her sights set on Broadway. Well you can't get to the top without using stepping stones, Peter had once said to her. She smiled as she remembered his advice. He was right, she decided. He always was always giving the right advice and doing the right thing. Maybe that was why she loved him so - he never shirked away from his responsiblities.
Realising what the time was, Mary Jane quickened her pace. She had to get to the bank to cash her paycheque, and the bank would be closing within fifteen minutes. She tried to hail a taxi, but with it being rush hour traffic, she realised the attempt was in vain as it drove down the road without stopping.
She made it to the bank, five minutes before closing time. She hurried inside to the first available cashier. The man looked up from his paperwork, and greeted her in a monotone. " Good afternoon. How may I help you? "
Mary Jane pulled her paycheque out of her purse and placed it on the counter. " Could you deposit this into my bank account please? "
" Certainly Ma'am, " the cashier replied and picked up the cheque.
Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the foundations of the bank. Pieces of brick and glass were strewn all over the clients and employees alike.
A masked man entered the bank, he was dressed in yellow and brown attire, carrying no visible weapons, but had two metallic bands around his wrists.
" The door said the bank was closed, " The masked man said. " So I figured I had to reopen it. " His boots made a crunching sound as he crossed the floor over the scattered debris. " I've come to make a withdrawal, " He hissed to the clerk who was beside himself with fear.
" Out of which account? " The nerdy man stammered.
" All of them. Take me to the vault. " The man in yellow ordered.
" I don't have the key to the vault, " the cashier replied nervously.
" Do you really think I need a key? " the robber replied, aiming his wrist mounted weapon at the wall behind the cashier. " Watch, " he said and fired a sonic blast from the apparatus. The wall behind the man was blow apart, sending a fresh spray of brick and dust over the clients inside the bank.
Mary Jane fumbled in her bag for her can of mace. She always carried it around, for times when Peter couldn't come to her rescue. Generally, he didn't disappoint, but she figured she could be a hero for once. She snuck up on the would be robber, and when she came close enough, she pulled her mace out the bag and sprayed it into the man's face.
It seemingly had no effect on him. He spun around, caught her by the arm and pulled her close to him. She could only see his blue eyes behind his mask, but they were filled with fury. " You must be the hero of the day, " He hissed into her ear. " Why couldn't you just mind your own business? "
Mary Jane struggled in his grip, and managed to get loose, but fell to the floor at his feet.
" Your outfit is too loud for her to go about her own business, " a voice called out from above the robber. He looked up, to see a man dressed in red and blue tights, sticking by his hands and feet to the ceiling.
" Spider-Man! " the robber exclaimed.
The hero leaped from the roof, landing on the criminal's back, knocking him to the floor. " That's right buddy! " He said as he backflipped away, giving him some distance. " Do you mind telling me why you're dressed like a power ranger? " The hero joked as the robber got to his feet.
" My name is Shocker, " he replied to the hero, pointing the metallic bracelets at the hero. " Learn it and fear it, for it is the sound of your doom! " He fired two sonic blasts at Spider-Man.
The webslinger's Spider-Sense kept him out of the blast's path, but the floor where he had been a split second earlier, was not so lucky. Pieces of tile were shattered by Shocker's blast, sending even more debris and dust into the already panicked crowd. " You know, pal, " Spider-Man said, cartwheeling as he avoided Shocker's attacks, " I think you've been reading too many comic books! You talk like a villain out of a Batman comic! "
Shocker lost sight of Spider-Man, who was much too fast for him to blast with his special weapons. As he turned, the hero came swinging at him from a webline, and knocked him out of the window of the bank, right into the street. Shocker grabbed onto Spider-Man's arm as they tumbled over each other, and with his free hand, activated his wrist mounted blaster again.
The device sent a sonic wave right through the hero's body, and he screamed in pain. He punched Shocker twice, and kicked him in the stomach, sending the man in yellow flying through the air. Shocker was flung right into the side of a bus, and slid down from the metal, knocked out cold.
" Ugh... " Spider-Man muttered, getting to his feet. " Now my ears are gonna ring for weeks! " He webbed Shocker to a lamp post, removed the criminal's wrist weapons and stuck a note to the webbing, reading 'Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.'
Mary Jane smiled as she saw her hero webbing up the bad guy and sticking his customary note to the package. Once again he had saved her from certain doom, as he always did. " Isn't he incredible? " she asked the cashier who had been helping her.
" Yeah... yeah... incredible, " The man stammered, still rattled from his ordeal. He peeked out the window, but Spider-Man was already gone. " Incredible but I just find him a little creepy! All that spider stuff... "
The red head just rolled her eyes. " Okay so cash that cheque for me already. "
