Hello. Welcome to my first Spiderman story. As much as I'd like to, I do
not own any of the characters they all belong to marvel. In case you're
wondering, I'm following the movie story line, so this story is going to
take place between movies 1 and 2. Please be patient with my story, all
will become revealed soon enough. Thanks a lot,
--Peachman
Spiderman Issue #5 – Hostilities
"Okay, so this next left will take me right to Curt's lab." Spiderman said to himself, as he swung through the city.
He decided to chance it today; maybe it was just a stress glitch that triggered his power loss last night. So to check it out, he was going to find Curt Conners. Last night when he finally got home, he did some research on Harry's computer about Conners, and it seems that he specialized in genetics. So maybe he would know what was causing the spider powers to fault like that.
Another swing to the right and he landed on top of a small apartment. Works in lab down at the Landen College. So he decided to check there first, seeing as the Oscorp lab was still in ruins. Atop the building Spiderman walked towards the edge, facing the college. He crouched down and studied the parking lot. Only two cars, hopefully one was Conners. Suddenly his spider sense kicked in. The birds that were flying by froze in slow motion; a small flyer inched its way in the wind. Spiderman looked around quickly for the threat and found it. There was Eddie Brock, on the ground below with his camera pointed at Spiderman.
"Weird, why would my spider sense go off because of a regular person. Well then again Brock was a jerk yesterday." Spiderman said to himself.
He pointed his hand down towards Brock and applied pressure with his middle and index fingers. A stream of webbing shot out and connected with his camera perfectly. Spiderman whipped his arm back, wrenching the camera from Brock's hands and sending it flying through the air.
"Hey! You can't do that! You son of a-" But he trailed off as he ran down the street.
"Serves him right." Spiderman said, leaping down from the building.
About halfway down, he felt that nauseous feeling again, and his head began to twirl. He was seeing in double vision and began to yell. Spiderman was in a panic, reaching for any surface that he could hang onto with no success. His hands would not stick to any side of the building he merely scraped his hands and screamed more. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding against his chest, this was it he was done for, and there was nothing he could do. Suddenly his adrenaline heightened further and instinctively his hand spun a web line, and he caught it, flipping high into the air and landing in front of Landen College.
Spiderman made his way in the college through an open window on the side; he quietly entered the classroom and webbed a camera in the far right corner of the room. This coming and going of his powers made him uneasy. Any criminal could just come by and if his powers glitched again, he'd be done for. He decided to stick to the ceiling when he entered the hallway. He made his way to the lab in minutes and dropped down pushing opening the door slowly.
"Hello?" Spiderman asked.
No one responded so he continued onward. He walked past several lab benches naming the chemicals to himself. He entered the second lab room to find a man in a lab coat mixing a few chemicals and examining slides under a microscope. Spiderman knocked politely and the man turned, it was in fact Curt Conners. He smiled warmly and greeted Spiderman.
"It's nice to meet you." Curt said.
"Yeah, formally and not avoiding burning building mass." Spiderman said, rubbing his shoulder.
They both laughed and stopped shortly afterward. Spiderman examined what curt was doing, and curt finally explained it to him.
"There was an accident where I lost my arm." Curt said, showing him. "I think I've invented something that will in fact manipulate reptile rejuvenation and allow me to grow my arm back."
"That's incredible!" Spiderman exclaimed.
"Thank you, it's a lot of hard work. In some ways its my fault that the Oscorp lab burned down. The genetic recombinator wouldn't turn off. That's the machine that's going to repair my arm." Curt continued.
"Oh. I see." Spiderman replied.
"So what can I do for you?" Curt asked.
"Well you see, I've been having a share of glitches in my powers yesterday and some today." Spiderman said.
"Oh yeah, I read it in the paper this morning." Curt said, lifting his newspaper from the table.
Spiderman read the headline, "Wimpy Webs is out, Gobby's in Office."
"Very interesting pictures." Curt grinned.
"Yeah, that guy brocks a real ass." Spiderman said, getting aggravated.
"So how are you going to deal with this new goblin?" Curt asked him, sipping his coffee.
"Don't know, but if my powers aren't working, there's nothing I can do." Spiderman replied.
"Well let's take a small blood sample, and ill examine your cells, just to see what's going on." Curt said.
Spiderman rolled up his arm sleeve and allowed the doctor to take a small blood sample and waited patiently for him to examine his cells. It seemed like forever before the doctor even let out a small "Hmm.."
"Well what's the verdict? Am I finally done for?" Spiderman asked.
"Nope, sorry. It seems that your body has been introduced some powerful force that reacted with your spider powers. That's just one theory. Another theory is that maybe your body is rejecting the spider traits. Or that this is the final stage in developing your powers." Curt explained.
"So there's nothing I can do?" Spiderman asked.
"Well if there was a force, it should end promptly. If it's just a matter of developing or rejecting, there's nothing you can do." He answered.
"Damn," Spiderman replied. "The only 'force' I know of is when that goblin zapped me. He used electricity from his gloves."
"I don't think that would have any effect on you. It was just electrical current. But how long was it before your powers started glitching from when he shocked you?" Curt asked.
Spiderman hesitated for a minute and then looked to him. "Immediately."
"Then that must be it!" Curt exclaimed.
"Thanks Doc. Listen I've got to be going, the goblins around and I can't let him destroy the city. Thanks again, I'll see you around!" Spiderman said, leaping out of the window.
In only forty-five minutes Peter had made it back to his apartment and fully changed when he noticed a message on his answering machine. The small red button blinked repeatedly at him and he reluctantly pressed it. A small beep and a voice came on.
"Peter dear? This is Aunt May I was just calling to see where you are, it's a little bit after eight. If your going to be late just give me a call, I'll be here. Bye I love you." Beep.
"Shit." Peter seethed.
How could he forget? How could he do this to her? He kept thinking. In an instant he was back in his costume and webbing his way towards Aunt May's. He would occasionally land on a rooftop and run at top speed, then dive off and catch another web line.
He had neared her house when he spotted him again. About 7 houses down Brock was kneeling down, perched under some cardboard box on the rooftop, his camera pointed at Spiderman.
"Look, I've had enough of you!" Spiderman screamed.
Spiderman landed on the rooftop, and stormed over to Brock, feeling incredibly annoyed. He reached down, heaving the box from off of Brock. Eddie stared up at Spiderman in absolute dread, his face being shadowed from the hero standing over him.
"You make me look bad Brock, enough is enough with your pictures." Spiderman said, snatching his camera.
"Give that back you creep!" Eddie yelled, swinging a fist at Spiderman.
"Ooh so now you want to fight me? My agent is definitely going to hear of this!" Spidey joked, back flipping out of the way.
Eddie attempted at punching again and of course missed. The two tangoed for a few seconds when behind the house, the Hobgoblin emerged. His arms were folded, his orange cloak flowing majestically in the wind. The Hobgoblins glider came to a small hover and he began to cackle.
"Oh SPIDERMAN!" He yelled.
"You again!" Spiderman exclaimed.
"Alright! Hobgoblin's here to save the day!" Eddie sneered.
"Shut up Brock." Hobgoblin snapped.
"Alright kids, time to go to bed," Spiderman said, webbing both of their mouths with expertise.
The two struggled for a few minutes, but he didn't give them a chance to free themselves. Spiderman webbed up Brock with ease, letting him roll to the foot of the roof. He turned to Hobgoblin next who had already freed himself of the webbing. He reached into his cloak and revealed the razor bats, which he flung immediately. Spiderman slowly back flipped, and the wave of unease hit him. His hand slipped off of the rooftop, and his agility seemed to drop right out of him. So he tumbled, and slammed face first into the roof, catching the edge at the last second.
"How'd that feel webs?!" Hobgoblin yelled, reaching into his pouch for more.
This is exactly what he feared; losing his powers in a battle this close to home. If Hobgoblin were to throw any pumpkin bombs, these houses were done for. Not to mention a stray razor bat, flying and landing in Aunt May's house. The thoughts were too much for Spiderman who was still attempting to pull himself up.
"Your finished Spiderman!" Eddie yelled to him.
"I thought I.. told you to shut up!" He screamed back.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins and he was back on his feet once more, his agility and strength back in tact. Hobgoblin reached for a pumpkin bomb but his hand was webbed up. He looked from his hand to Spiderman with horrified eyes.
"You blow this house up, you lose your hand. Are you willing to make that sacrifice?" Spiderman asked.
The gliders wings shifted a bit and two missiles dropped down, pointed at him. The metallic ends were glinting in the sun and the goblin grinned once more.
"Didn't think of that did you?" He asked.
"Crap. Double Crap." Spiderman whined.
The two missiles fired, but Spiderman wasn't quick enough to stop them, instead he back flipped, hoping the missiles would become stray and just sail off, running out of gas. Unluckily for him, the missiles struck the end of the roof and sent him flying into the middle of the street, scraping his arm along the sidewalk. Brock landed on top of the mailbox near the end of the lawn, screaming in pain.
The fire spread quickly across the roof, dancing maliciously and spreading to the next roof. Spiderman was slowly climbing to his feet, and beginning to look up when he realized Brock had freed himself. He was running at Spiderman with the remainder of the mailbox raised over his head.
"Your serious?" Spiderman questioned.
"Just give up!" Eddie screamed taking a swing.
Spiderman ducked down, catching Eddie off guard with a clean sweep of his foot. The photographer fell hard on the ground, the mailbox landing with a small thud. Spiderman picked Brock up with ease, hoping that his spider strength would stay in tact for just a few moments.
From the smoke of the fire Hobgoblin emerged, his glider flying at top speed down toward Spiderman. The small openings of the glider began to launch small spiked disks down toward the webbed champion, but Hobgoblin failed to notice brock tumbling toward him through the air.
Brock hit the goblin head on, perfect positioning. Now the goblin couldn't see, and his glider was spinning out of control, and he was heading back toward the city. Spiderman sighed in relief, now rid of his troublesome duo for the moment. He ran towards the first house and kicked the door down solidly.
"Hello? Anyone home?!" He screamed inside.
No one answered him, but he could hear the fire engines off in the distance. He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the kitchen of the house he was in and coated the living room with its powder. When all of the flame seemed to be under control, He decided it was best to leave and head to Aunt May's.
Spiderman dashed out through a nearby window and booked it across the backyards leading to his Aunt's home. When he finally made it past all of the backyards, he quickly leaped into his bedroom window, slamming it shut behind him. He slipped on some of his clothing that he had left behind and hurried downstairs to see aunt may. Peter started down the stairs and called out to his aunt.
"Aunt May!" He yelled.
"Peter dear is that you?" She asked from the kitchen.
He started toward her voice, taking several short breaths and then pushing through the doors to see her. She smiled warmly at him and he gave her a deep hug. He felt awful about having forgotten about his dinner arrangements with her. She understood that he was busy with his new work, and needed time to recuperate from his transition. He thanked her for understanding.
"There was a fire a few houses down," Peter began.
"Oh my heavens! I hope that the Stevens' are alright!" May said, glancing out her window uneasy.
"Don't worry about it Aunt May, There wasn't anyone home." Peter answered, taking a sip of his lemonade.
"Oh? How do you know that?" She asked.
"Uh.. the.. old Police radio of Uncle Bens was on when I went to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom before I came down to see you. I had to go really bad." Peter quickly replied.
"You were quiet coming in, I barely heard a thing. Its my old age I guess." She answered, pulling a sheet of cookies out of the oven.
"I heard Spiderman helped put out the fire too." Peter added.
"Ooh that Spiderman! He's a menace! I was reading the Daily.." Aunt may began.
Her words were lost to peter. He didn't want to hear about how horrible of a person he was. How his fight for justice was so unappreciated by someone so close to him. How everyone can believe everything printed about him, mainly the bad. How he can't tell or be with the one person he loves because of his secret identity. He was out there risking his life every single day and still at the end of the day he felt unwanted and somewhat alone.
And there you have it. With Hobgoblin making frequent appearances and Brock tailing Spiderman throughout the city, is it possible for Peter Parker just to have a normal day doing nothing? As for his powers glitching, was Dr. Conners right? Is this side effect temporary or is it something more lethal? Find out next chapter (Issue)! Thanks please review, --Peachman
--Peachman
Spiderman Issue #5 – Hostilities
"Okay, so this next left will take me right to Curt's lab." Spiderman said to himself, as he swung through the city.
He decided to chance it today; maybe it was just a stress glitch that triggered his power loss last night. So to check it out, he was going to find Curt Conners. Last night when he finally got home, he did some research on Harry's computer about Conners, and it seems that he specialized in genetics. So maybe he would know what was causing the spider powers to fault like that.
Another swing to the right and he landed on top of a small apartment. Works in lab down at the Landen College. So he decided to check there first, seeing as the Oscorp lab was still in ruins. Atop the building Spiderman walked towards the edge, facing the college. He crouched down and studied the parking lot. Only two cars, hopefully one was Conners. Suddenly his spider sense kicked in. The birds that were flying by froze in slow motion; a small flyer inched its way in the wind. Spiderman looked around quickly for the threat and found it. There was Eddie Brock, on the ground below with his camera pointed at Spiderman.
"Weird, why would my spider sense go off because of a regular person. Well then again Brock was a jerk yesterday." Spiderman said to himself.
He pointed his hand down towards Brock and applied pressure with his middle and index fingers. A stream of webbing shot out and connected with his camera perfectly. Spiderman whipped his arm back, wrenching the camera from Brock's hands and sending it flying through the air.
"Hey! You can't do that! You son of a-" But he trailed off as he ran down the street.
"Serves him right." Spiderman said, leaping down from the building.
About halfway down, he felt that nauseous feeling again, and his head began to twirl. He was seeing in double vision and began to yell. Spiderman was in a panic, reaching for any surface that he could hang onto with no success. His hands would not stick to any side of the building he merely scraped his hands and screamed more. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding against his chest, this was it he was done for, and there was nothing he could do. Suddenly his adrenaline heightened further and instinctively his hand spun a web line, and he caught it, flipping high into the air and landing in front of Landen College.
Spiderman made his way in the college through an open window on the side; he quietly entered the classroom and webbed a camera in the far right corner of the room. This coming and going of his powers made him uneasy. Any criminal could just come by and if his powers glitched again, he'd be done for. He decided to stick to the ceiling when he entered the hallway. He made his way to the lab in minutes and dropped down pushing opening the door slowly.
"Hello?" Spiderman asked.
No one responded so he continued onward. He walked past several lab benches naming the chemicals to himself. He entered the second lab room to find a man in a lab coat mixing a few chemicals and examining slides under a microscope. Spiderman knocked politely and the man turned, it was in fact Curt Conners. He smiled warmly and greeted Spiderman.
"It's nice to meet you." Curt said.
"Yeah, formally and not avoiding burning building mass." Spiderman said, rubbing his shoulder.
They both laughed and stopped shortly afterward. Spiderman examined what curt was doing, and curt finally explained it to him.
"There was an accident where I lost my arm." Curt said, showing him. "I think I've invented something that will in fact manipulate reptile rejuvenation and allow me to grow my arm back."
"That's incredible!" Spiderman exclaimed.
"Thank you, it's a lot of hard work. In some ways its my fault that the Oscorp lab burned down. The genetic recombinator wouldn't turn off. That's the machine that's going to repair my arm." Curt continued.
"Oh. I see." Spiderman replied.
"So what can I do for you?" Curt asked.
"Well you see, I've been having a share of glitches in my powers yesterday and some today." Spiderman said.
"Oh yeah, I read it in the paper this morning." Curt said, lifting his newspaper from the table.
Spiderman read the headline, "Wimpy Webs is out, Gobby's in Office."
"Very interesting pictures." Curt grinned.
"Yeah, that guy brocks a real ass." Spiderman said, getting aggravated.
"So how are you going to deal with this new goblin?" Curt asked him, sipping his coffee.
"Don't know, but if my powers aren't working, there's nothing I can do." Spiderman replied.
"Well let's take a small blood sample, and ill examine your cells, just to see what's going on." Curt said.
Spiderman rolled up his arm sleeve and allowed the doctor to take a small blood sample and waited patiently for him to examine his cells. It seemed like forever before the doctor even let out a small "Hmm.."
"Well what's the verdict? Am I finally done for?" Spiderman asked.
"Nope, sorry. It seems that your body has been introduced some powerful force that reacted with your spider powers. That's just one theory. Another theory is that maybe your body is rejecting the spider traits. Or that this is the final stage in developing your powers." Curt explained.
"So there's nothing I can do?" Spiderman asked.
"Well if there was a force, it should end promptly. If it's just a matter of developing or rejecting, there's nothing you can do." He answered.
"Damn," Spiderman replied. "The only 'force' I know of is when that goblin zapped me. He used electricity from his gloves."
"I don't think that would have any effect on you. It was just electrical current. But how long was it before your powers started glitching from when he shocked you?" Curt asked.
Spiderman hesitated for a minute and then looked to him. "Immediately."
"Then that must be it!" Curt exclaimed.
"Thanks Doc. Listen I've got to be going, the goblins around and I can't let him destroy the city. Thanks again, I'll see you around!" Spiderman said, leaping out of the window.
In only forty-five minutes Peter had made it back to his apartment and fully changed when he noticed a message on his answering machine. The small red button blinked repeatedly at him and he reluctantly pressed it. A small beep and a voice came on.
"Peter dear? This is Aunt May I was just calling to see where you are, it's a little bit after eight. If your going to be late just give me a call, I'll be here. Bye I love you." Beep.
"Shit." Peter seethed.
How could he forget? How could he do this to her? He kept thinking. In an instant he was back in his costume and webbing his way towards Aunt May's. He would occasionally land on a rooftop and run at top speed, then dive off and catch another web line.
He had neared her house when he spotted him again. About 7 houses down Brock was kneeling down, perched under some cardboard box on the rooftop, his camera pointed at Spiderman.
"Look, I've had enough of you!" Spiderman screamed.
Spiderman landed on the rooftop, and stormed over to Brock, feeling incredibly annoyed. He reached down, heaving the box from off of Brock. Eddie stared up at Spiderman in absolute dread, his face being shadowed from the hero standing over him.
"You make me look bad Brock, enough is enough with your pictures." Spiderman said, snatching his camera.
"Give that back you creep!" Eddie yelled, swinging a fist at Spiderman.
"Ooh so now you want to fight me? My agent is definitely going to hear of this!" Spidey joked, back flipping out of the way.
Eddie attempted at punching again and of course missed. The two tangoed for a few seconds when behind the house, the Hobgoblin emerged. His arms were folded, his orange cloak flowing majestically in the wind. The Hobgoblins glider came to a small hover and he began to cackle.
"Oh SPIDERMAN!" He yelled.
"You again!" Spiderman exclaimed.
"Alright! Hobgoblin's here to save the day!" Eddie sneered.
"Shut up Brock." Hobgoblin snapped.
"Alright kids, time to go to bed," Spiderman said, webbing both of their mouths with expertise.
The two struggled for a few minutes, but he didn't give them a chance to free themselves. Spiderman webbed up Brock with ease, letting him roll to the foot of the roof. He turned to Hobgoblin next who had already freed himself of the webbing. He reached into his cloak and revealed the razor bats, which he flung immediately. Spiderman slowly back flipped, and the wave of unease hit him. His hand slipped off of the rooftop, and his agility seemed to drop right out of him. So he tumbled, and slammed face first into the roof, catching the edge at the last second.
"How'd that feel webs?!" Hobgoblin yelled, reaching into his pouch for more.
This is exactly what he feared; losing his powers in a battle this close to home. If Hobgoblin were to throw any pumpkin bombs, these houses were done for. Not to mention a stray razor bat, flying and landing in Aunt May's house. The thoughts were too much for Spiderman who was still attempting to pull himself up.
"Your finished Spiderman!" Eddie yelled to him.
"I thought I.. told you to shut up!" He screamed back.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins and he was back on his feet once more, his agility and strength back in tact. Hobgoblin reached for a pumpkin bomb but his hand was webbed up. He looked from his hand to Spiderman with horrified eyes.
"You blow this house up, you lose your hand. Are you willing to make that sacrifice?" Spiderman asked.
The gliders wings shifted a bit and two missiles dropped down, pointed at him. The metallic ends were glinting in the sun and the goblin grinned once more.
"Didn't think of that did you?" He asked.
"Crap. Double Crap." Spiderman whined.
The two missiles fired, but Spiderman wasn't quick enough to stop them, instead he back flipped, hoping the missiles would become stray and just sail off, running out of gas. Unluckily for him, the missiles struck the end of the roof and sent him flying into the middle of the street, scraping his arm along the sidewalk. Brock landed on top of the mailbox near the end of the lawn, screaming in pain.
The fire spread quickly across the roof, dancing maliciously and spreading to the next roof. Spiderman was slowly climbing to his feet, and beginning to look up when he realized Brock had freed himself. He was running at Spiderman with the remainder of the mailbox raised over his head.
"Your serious?" Spiderman questioned.
"Just give up!" Eddie screamed taking a swing.
Spiderman ducked down, catching Eddie off guard with a clean sweep of his foot. The photographer fell hard on the ground, the mailbox landing with a small thud. Spiderman picked Brock up with ease, hoping that his spider strength would stay in tact for just a few moments.
From the smoke of the fire Hobgoblin emerged, his glider flying at top speed down toward Spiderman. The small openings of the glider began to launch small spiked disks down toward the webbed champion, but Hobgoblin failed to notice brock tumbling toward him through the air.
Brock hit the goblin head on, perfect positioning. Now the goblin couldn't see, and his glider was spinning out of control, and he was heading back toward the city. Spiderman sighed in relief, now rid of his troublesome duo for the moment. He ran towards the first house and kicked the door down solidly.
"Hello? Anyone home?!" He screamed inside.
No one answered him, but he could hear the fire engines off in the distance. He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the kitchen of the house he was in and coated the living room with its powder. When all of the flame seemed to be under control, He decided it was best to leave and head to Aunt May's.
Spiderman dashed out through a nearby window and booked it across the backyards leading to his Aunt's home. When he finally made it past all of the backyards, he quickly leaped into his bedroom window, slamming it shut behind him. He slipped on some of his clothing that he had left behind and hurried downstairs to see aunt may. Peter started down the stairs and called out to his aunt.
"Aunt May!" He yelled.
"Peter dear is that you?" She asked from the kitchen.
He started toward her voice, taking several short breaths and then pushing through the doors to see her. She smiled warmly at him and he gave her a deep hug. He felt awful about having forgotten about his dinner arrangements with her. She understood that he was busy with his new work, and needed time to recuperate from his transition. He thanked her for understanding.
"There was a fire a few houses down," Peter began.
"Oh my heavens! I hope that the Stevens' are alright!" May said, glancing out her window uneasy.
"Don't worry about it Aunt May, There wasn't anyone home." Peter answered, taking a sip of his lemonade.
"Oh? How do you know that?" She asked.
"Uh.. the.. old Police radio of Uncle Bens was on when I went to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom before I came down to see you. I had to go really bad." Peter quickly replied.
"You were quiet coming in, I barely heard a thing. Its my old age I guess." She answered, pulling a sheet of cookies out of the oven.
"I heard Spiderman helped put out the fire too." Peter added.
"Ooh that Spiderman! He's a menace! I was reading the Daily.." Aunt may began.
Her words were lost to peter. He didn't want to hear about how horrible of a person he was. How his fight for justice was so unappreciated by someone so close to him. How everyone can believe everything printed about him, mainly the bad. How he can't tell or be with the one person he loves because of his secret identity. He was out there risking his life every single day and still at the end of the day he felt unwanted and somewhat alone.
And there you have it. With Hobgoblin making frequent appearances and Brock tailing Spiderman throughout the city, is it possible for Peter Parker just to have a normal day doing nothing? As for his powers glitching, was Dr. Conners right? Is this side effect temporary or is it something more lethal? Find out next chapter (Issue)! Thanks please review, --Peachman