Chapter 7

            Peter slowly opened his eyes and found that his sight was dark and slightly blurry.

            He blinked and his sight quickly returned to normal.

            He tried to push himself up, but the rush of pain suddenly struck him and he let out a gasp of pain.         

            Peter looked down at himself and found that he was sitting against something and noticed that pieces of his costume had been ripped and showed dried up blood.

            He looked down at his hands and found that the gloves, too, were torn and his fingers covered with dried blood.

            He quickly reached up toward his face and found that he still had his mask on. He let out a sigh of relief that the alien had not taken off his mask and hopefully hadn't peeked while Peter was unconscious.

            Spider Man reached up to rub the back of his head to rub away the ache that throbbed. "Ow.. my head." He muttered.

            "Is the poor little spider hurt? I hope I damaged your ego as well." A deep voice spoke.

            Spider Man slowly raised his head up and looked at the alien suit. "Um.. I don't think so." He answered quietly.

            The alien suit placed its left hand on its hip, "Aw, damn. I was hoping that blast would have stopped your annoying sense of humor. But it didn't, it seems. Now there's just a big hole in that building over there… but then, I guess you don't learn from mistakes, do you?"

            "Apparently not. I'm a glutton for punishment, so it does no good to teach me anything."

            The suit of armor stepped closer and knelt down near him and lowered its hand toward his leg.

            The alien suit jammed its finger into one of Peter's cuts.

            "Aah!" Spider Man let out a yelp of pain.

            The suit of armor pulled its hand away and turned its helmet to look at him. "Did you learn anything from that?"
            "Yes, that you shouldn't jab someone in one of their cuts to cause them even more pain." Spider Man answered dryly.

            "Well, then you can be taught.. It appears that I made the spider angry.. Oh what's the poor little incy-wincy spider to do? Are you going to bite me now?.. Now, I wonder if any other of these cuts and bruises will trigger the off switch to your pesky smart ass remarks."

            "But I like them. I should keep what I- Gah!" Spider Man let out a cry of pain as the suit jabbed another cut in Peter's leg.

            "Nope. I guess that wasn't it either… Guess I'll have to try them all to get you to shut up." The deep voice spoke in an amused tone. "This is kind of fun. Too bad you're not enjoying it, huh? It would make it more delightful to hear you scream in pain.'

            Spider Man let his head fall back against the object that he sat against and exclaimed, "So are you some kind of tormenter now? If you enjoy hurting things, then you must be one."

            "Yep."

            "Gah! Ow!"

            "We can go on all night doing this, ya know." The deep voice spoke.

            "Well, can't we at least take a break?" Spider Man asked.

            "A break? I'm afraid there is never time for a break for a bounty hunter. We gotta get the job done as soon as possibly, you know."

            "Aaaaaah!" Spider Man screamed out in pain. "Stop it!" He shouted.

            "Stop what? Don't you like getting hurt? I thought that you said you did."

            "Not excessively!" Spider Man tilted his head forward and glared at the alien armor.

            "So, just occasionally…. Okay!" The suit of armor jabbed another one of Peter's cuts.

            "Gah! Stop! Please stop!.. What the hell do you want from me?! Ya know, you could just ask instead of poke me to death!" Spider Man snarled.

            The alien armor let its hand fall to its side. "There's nothing I want from you. I'm just enjoying myself from your pleads of mercy."

            The alien suit stood up and turned around. "Well, if you can get up, you should check out the view from here."

            Spider Man slowly pushed himself up with grunts of pain. He slowly stumbled forward and looked over the ledge of the building he was on.

            He lowered his gaze and saw a massive hole in the side of the building across the street.

            Peter's eyes grew wide as he looked into the revealed room of the half blown up building. "What the hell happened?!" Peter gasped.

            He lowered his gaze further and found cop cars surrounding the entire perimeter of the block.

            The deep voice replied softly, "I got pissed off and tried to shoot you.. with a super missile.. I never imagined that it would cause that much damage.. Earth's materials are obviously weak. So, that means it would do absolutely no good to repair my ship with such worthless breakable materials." The deep voice muttered irritably, "Why did Adam choose this planet of all?!"

            "If you want cheap breakable things, just get them from the junkyard." Spider Man bent over and grunted.

            The alien turned to him, "If I wanted such materials, I can get them from anyone on this puny planet."

            "Aw, I feel so sad for you." Spider Man replied in a fake saddened tone. "You don't realize how much that hurts the Earth's feelings. I think you should kiss it better now for hurting its feelings."

            The suit remained silent for a long moment and replied, "You're just pushing your luck to piss me off.. Do you want to go through another death attempt? I'm not in the mood for anymore of your fucking bullshit!"

            Spider Man slowly straightened up and answered, "That's a shame."

            "I'm warning you!" The deep voice shouted.

            "I'm so scared. Please don't hurt me with your skanky breath." Spider Man replied dryly.

            "You're really asking to be kicked where it hurts most, I presume?!"

            Spider Man fell silent. Uh, I don't think I should push this alien's button on that one… I might pass out from the pain for a couple of days. Peter thought.

            The alien suit turned away, "Good. You finally learned to keep your mouth shut… finally." The armor went to the edge of the building and turned its head back to call back to Spider Man, "I'll leave you to.. do whatever a spider does to fix its wounds… have fun!" The alien armor jumped off and disappeared over the edge.

            Spider Man called out, "Wait!"

            He narrowed his eyes and grumbled, "Damn it! I was gonna ask it if it could bring me to the hospital." He fell to his knees and slumped down on his stomach to pass out.

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            Samus climbed back up from the ledge of the rooftop she had hang on to. She used her boots against the side of the building to push herself back onto the rooftop.

            She climbed over and stood up.

            Samus slowly walked toward Spider Man's unconscious body.

            "Fuck! Why do I feel so guilty?... I know I just can't leave him here like this…" Samus knelt down and gently lifted Spider Man's upper body with her right arm.

            "I can't help it.. he's got such a cute ass.. and… I wonder who he is.. My curiosity is starting to get the best of me."

            She reached up with her left hand to slide her fingers under the silk fabric and slowly peeled if off the man's face.

            Samus gasped and her eyes became wide like never before.

            "No! Spider Man is… Peter Parker!"