SPIDER-MAN
a fanfiction by Chipolata
[Chapter 8]
Web slinging his way across New York took longer than Vegeta thought. Once he'd found OsCorp, he landed on the roof and checked the time.
"One hour! Is that how long it took? I have less than two hours to find Bulma, Peter and Mary Jane! Worse, I know the Goblin has some kind of trap ready for me." Vegeta told himself. "What was that poem?
Father of Harry, but not the Potter kind,
Built this building of mine.
Floor B12 is where I'll be,
But how to get here? You'll never see!
So I need to find my way down to floor B12. I guess that's pretty far underground. I'll use the lifts." Vegeta spider-crawled into a window.
Vegeta found he was in a large conference room. The large table was clear but for the briefcase and papers at one end. Curious, Vegeta moved over and looked at them. They belonged to Norman Osborne.
He looked through the papers. They all seemed ordinary, sales records, design schedules. On top was a copy of the meeting's minutes. Vegeta picked these up and quickly read through them. Ordinary stuff, progress reports, problems with new designs.
Then something caught his eye. OsCorp was planning a trip to Japan to negotiate a trade deal with Capsule Corp.
'Hosts for negotiations: Mrs Bulma Briefs, her husband Vegeta, their son Trunks'
Vegeta read down. It said that a few minutes later Mr Osborne was required to leave most urgently, as something important had come to his attention.
"Damn it! That means Osborne is working for the Goblin! Or, maybe he is the Goblin? At least now I know how he found out about Bulma." Vegeta told himself. "I'd better find the lifts, now."
Vegeta walked into the corridor. There were no lifts in sight. He decided to go left. He walked, and as he approached the turn, he heard the 'ding' of an arriving elevator.
'Good, they're just around the corner.' Vegeta thought.
"And so his name is Trunks Briefs! Ha!"
"No way. Who'd name their kid that?"
The voices came from the elevator. Not wanting to be discovered, Vegeta jumped to the ceiling and clung to it.
Two men in business suits came around the corner.
"I swear it's true, Bob. The kid won the Junior division of the World Martial Arts Tournament."
"Amazing. Isn't he just eight? Who taught him?"
The two men stopped under Vegeta, near a door.
"His Dad, I think. I hear the guy's a real prick. His name's Vegetable or something. Real nutcase, spends his whole day in training. I've heard he thinks he's a prince. Supposed to be really violent guy. Well, I'd better get going."
'Yes, you'd better...' Vegeta thought.
"See ya Carl." The other guy said, and went through the door.
Carl walked down the corridor. Suddenly, he heard something like someone was behind him. He turned, but only saw the empty hallway.
'What a numbskull!' Vegeta thought as he approached the lifts. 'If I weren't trying to keep my identity secret, he'd have found out just how violent I really am! Honestly, Vegetable? Where's the resemblance?'
Vegeta pressed the down call button for the lifts. After a few seconds, the elevator dinged to make its presence known. Vegeta walked into the lift and scanned his eyes down the floor buttons.
"B9, B10, B11... Where's B12?" He asked. "Hmm...
"Floor B12 is where I'll be,
But how to get here? You'll never see!
"So, the access to floor B12 must be hidden. Darn, I should have know it wouldn't be as easy as an elevator ride. So what now?"
The elevator doors closed. The lift sat still, waiting for a floor to go to. Vegeta leaned against the wall and thought.
"I know! I'll go to Osborne's office. It might hold a clue." Vegeta said. "But which floor?"
The elevator doors opened. Using his Saiyan speed, Vegeta attached himself to the roof. In stepped Carl, with Norman Osborne's briefcase and papers.
"I'll just take these into his office, since he hasn't come back for them yet." He told himself.
'What dumb luck!' Vegeta thought. 'And by dumb, I mean him.'