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 #11 –Prosperities
(Special thanks to TheCure for reviewing every chapter of my story!)
In what seemed like the sleep of his lifetime, Peter parker finally awoke the next morning at eight am. He didn't wake up the way he had expected to either; normally he would wake up by himself in the empty apartment. This morning however was much different. As he opened his eyes he was welcomed by Mary Jane's face, smiling down at him brightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes dancing with excitement and romance.
"Hey Tiger." She said softly.
"Hey," Peter replied, sitting up.
The two embraced for several seconds, peter was reluctant to hug tightly, for his body felt horrible. He sighed heavily, knowing that he owed her some explanation for yesterday. So he quickly began.
"Look M.J., about yesterday," He said.
"Shh.." Mary Jane interrupted, placing a finger over his mouth. "I heard all about it from Spiderman."
"Wait," Peter laughed. "What did he tell you?"
"Just that you got hurt while you were at your job. And that you were more concerned with meeting me than you were of getting to a hospital." She answered smiling.
"Yeah, I was pretty upset that I missed our...date." Peter said, a little nervous.
"Don't worry about it, there will be plenty of time for more dates. I however have a huge surprise for you." She exclaimed, standing.
Peter wanted to join her, but as he started to, he realized he left his costume pants on and sat in place. She smiled down at him and quirked an eyebrow.
"Something wrong? Don't you want to know what the surprise is?" She asked.
"I uh, need to throw some clothes on. I'll meet you downstairs, two minutes tops!" He said.
She nodded and started for his door, exiting and heading down the hallway. Peter sat and waited for the footsteps on the stairs before hopping out from under his covers. His thoughts were heavy this morning and seemed to consume him as usual. He couldn't believe Mary Jane had actually showed up at his apartment, and surprised him like that. Snapping back to reality, He quickly changed into some jeans and slid a t-shirt over his head and headed down the stairs.
Every part of him ached; his sides felt like they were going to burst open any minute. His pace slowed as he neared the stairs, his shoulder began to throb like a heartbeat. Peter still couldn't get over all that had happened yesterday, finding out that Paul was not the man he thought he was. More importantly finding out that he was insane, and horribly obsessed with Spiderman.
"Peter?"
He quickened his pace, heading for the stairs and hopping down two at a time. He stepped off of the last stair to find Mary Jane sitting at the table with a manila envelope in her hands. She smiled brightly and drummed her nails on the table.
"Sorry, my shoulder is a little sore." He said, walking towards the cabinets and pulling out two small glass bowls.
He set the bowls on the table and grabbed two spoons, placing them inside. Opening the doors to the cabinets, he turned around facing M.J. and asked,
"Which kind would you like? We've got Lucky Charms, Cocoa Puffs, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and... Wheaties: The Breakfast of Champions."
Mary Jane laughed loudly, her gaze never leaving peter. "Lucky charms."
Peter poured them both bowls and grabbed the carton of milk out of the fridge. He took a seat across from her after pouring the milk in her cereal. For a few minutes the two didn't say anything, they just ate their breakfast, enjoying each other's company.
Finally Peter spoke up, and asked, "So what's the surprise you had for me."
"Well, I know you haven't had too much time for yourself." She began. "With work and all, I'm surprised we find time to get together, even though you're late..."
Peter nodded. She sounded somewhat stressed at that last part, maybe even annoyed. Nevertheless she didn't dwell on it for long, she continued with what she was saying several seconds later.
"More seriously you're academics kind of took a back seat. I know that if you had the opportunity and all you would really make a huge difference in this world." She said.
"With Uncle Ben and all, I never really woke up from that nightmare. Now here I am, with no job and no career." Peter added in.
"Exactly." M.J. chimed. "You didn't have much of a chance, your uncle was stolen from you while you were still in high school."
Peter nodded, fighting the tears that formed in his eyes. He didn't want to be this upset, to feel that kind of pain again. He swallowed hard and let her continue, his eyes studying her again.
"So I took it upon myself to help you out." She said. "Here you go."
She handed him the envelope. It was marked "Landon College of Science and Technology", and it was quickly torn open. Peter scrambled through the papers, reading each sentence as fast as he could. Finally he passed the sentence that stated He had been accepted to Landon.
"I didn't open it, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise. So I waited, what does it say?" Mary Jane asked.
"I got accepted to Landon College." Peter said breathlessly.
Suddenly he sprung up and hugged Mary Jane tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. She stood hugging him back and smiling.
"I know how much you deserved this."
After some more explanation and valued time together, Mary Jane left for an audition. Peter offered to go with her and give her support but she declined his offer. Auditions were something she needed to do on her own. Peter understood this and let her go. He decided to spend the day researching the college and the courses that he would select. Among other things.
Peter was still in shock of what Mary Jane had done to get him into Landon. She had gotten copies of his grades from Midtown high school, from his last two years and all of his pictures from clubs and activities from Aunt may. She put together the resume with the help of Peter's old guidance counselor and sent it out. Along with the resume she asked a teacher to write a letter of recommendation, which also explained Peter's situation and why he was so late to actually apply to college.
Mary Jane Watson was amazing, simply amazing. There were no other words peter could find to describe her. Even when he was late meeting her she still forgave him and even went out with him when he showed up. Not only had she been there for him when he needed her the most, she helped him set a milestone in his life. For that, he was eternally grateful.
Lost in thought, Peter's curiosity began to wander and he typed in the URL space bar "Paul Heaton". With the quick stroke of the enter key his computer had performed a search using the engine provided by the msn Internet. Several matches were found concerning the name "Paul Heaton", Peter clicked the first hyperlink. The website popped up and it was the official website of the New York Times, and on the screen came a picture of Peter's former boss Paul Heaton. He was handcuffed and being led out of a courthouse by several armed officers. On the bottom of the caption it read, "Kingsley found guilty." Peter's brow grew tense and he clicked another link that brought him the full story.
--October 31, 2001--
Degenerate robber Roderick Kingsley was finally sent to prison today after three months of court. Kingsley has been brought up on several charges including identity theft and several charges murder.
Kingsley apparently had been running an underground crime syndicate moving from different parts of New England and stealing large amounts of money. Several businesses in the Manhattan area had closed down in fear of getting robbed and taken for everything they had.
Government official Nicholas Fury had this to say on Kingsley, "He is truly a twisted individual. When the police finally brought this man in, he wouldn't stop babbling about Spiderman. Apparently Spiderman was the one who apprehended Kingsley on his last heist, and rightfully so. We have been trying to track Roderick for almost four years now and had no luck. My only final statement is that we will do everything we can to make sure this lunatic doesn't hit the streets again."
By: Dan Kelsey New York times October 2001
"A ha." Peter said to himself, rubbing his chin. "Lets see if we can dig deeper than this, I sense a pattern forming."
For the next hour and half peter searched throughout the website trying to find anything on Roderick Kingsley. He managed to find several more articles, mostly covering Kingsley's crimes in the New York area. More interestingly he found a link to another website. The website was entitled, "Urich's News"
The link took him directly to more articles on Roderick Kingsley, including a list of aliases that Kingsley had been using to disguise himself and hide from the authorities, the list is as follows:
1.Cory Connoway 2.Joseph Mueller 3.Edward Fronto 4.Mark Millar 5.Terry Heaton 6.Thomas Smith 7.John Smith 8.Paul Simon 9.Junior Bendis
And the list continued on for several more pages, but Peter had all he needed. Kingsley had just used his names over and over making different variations of the same names. And Peter had met Paul Heaton, just another alias for Roderick.
"But if he's running around here, how did he escape from prison?" peter asked himself.
Another link at the bottom of the page entitled, "Kingsley's Escape". Peter frantically clicked the link and was brought to a full article released in the Manhattan Metro over a year ago. It spoke of Kingsley's dramatic escape from New York State Prison; how a bomb went off and all of a sudden he was just gone, out into the world again. The Metro claimed that many sources informed them that Kingsley had outside connections that helped the mastermind escape.
Peter clicked out of the page and signed off his computer, hurrying upstairs to his bedroom. For some reason things weren't making a lot of sense. If Kingsley had escaped and joined up with the paper how did he become the editor and head honcho of the Metro?
All of a sudden peter had a flash back to just yesterday, when he ran into Jameson on the street.
Flash Back
"No, I work for the Manhattan Metro now." Peter retorted, getting tense.
"Whose running that place now?" Jameson asked.
"Paul Heaton." Peter answered.
"That's strange. Never heard of him. I thought someone else was running it, guy by the name of George... eh, things change I guess." Jameson said.
Flash Back End
Peter's stomach dropped, something was definitely up. He began to dig through several papers he had on his desk until he came across it. The Last Metro he had picked up, which was last week. It had a huge picture he took of Spiderman and the hobgoblin. He searched the paper from first to last page looking for the editors name and came across nothing.
The only names that were on the paper were Peter's for the pictures and a girl by the name of Karen Masters who wrote most of the articles in the paper. Paul Heaton's name was not on this paper.
"That son of a...that's how he's hiding from the feds." Peter said. "He hasn't been using his name at all. He's been using aliases to put the paper out, and this woman to write the articles."
In a flash he was in his costume and swinging through the skies. He had to find some sort of clue as to where he could find Hobgoblin. He couldn't go to Conners because Hobgoblin had conners. There was no one. Except...
"Brock." Spiderman said, leaping around another corner and forming a web strand.
Eddie Brock sat in the small jail cell, hugging his knees close to his chest. He made no noises, just heavy breathing and the occasional curse. It had been a long twenty-four hours; Hobgoblin betrayed him up on that roof and left him to be taken in like the scapegoat.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to ring his orange little neck." Brock scowled.
"I don't know if you are going to get out of here, by the looks of it, big bertha over there looks like he's taken a liking to you."
Brock turned to see just whom he didn't need to see at that moment. Spiderman was hanging upside down, clenching a web strand beneath his hand and looking high and mighty.
"Get the hell out of here." Brock yelled through the window.
"Aw c'mon Eddie, don't be sore at me." Spiderman joked.
"I said get away, you've done enough damage for a lifetime." Eddie scowled.
"Look, I need your help. It's about your crazy friend who wears orange." Spiderman whispered.
Brock chuckled. "Forget it, as much as I hate his guts right now, I hate you more and I'm not ratting him out."
"Look I don't need anything major, I just need to know his base of operations; you know, his hideout." Spiderman said.
"You losin' it wall crawler? What the hell makes you think that I'd tell you something like that?" Brock snapped.
"Well I could start blabbing about your nice alternative lifestyle to your friendly looking inmates..." he began.
"Shut up! Your so full of it, and besides my court dates in a week." Brock added.
"I don't know, I don't think anything's going to stop those guys, and besides a weeks a long time when your as lonely as them." The web slinger said.
"Oh my GOD! FINE!" Brock screamed. "He keeps his stuff in the Oscorp building. The one that caught fire a few weeks ago."
"The one I saved conners from." Spiderman said to himself.
"Yeah." Brock replied. "That's where he found all the stuff."
"All what stuff?" he asked.
"The goblin stuff left over from that other guy, the green goblin! Yeah that was his name!" Brock said.
"He found all that equipment? Government weapons were just left in that building for creeps like him to steal?!" Spiderman yelled.
"Well, the guy was a little whacked." Eddie began "He's totally obsessed with you."
"I can imagine. I get that a lot." Spiderman said, swinging off into the distance.
"Hey aren't you goin' to help me out of here?!" Brock screamed.
But the words were lost to him, for he was already on his way to the Oscorp building. It so strange how things were suddenly starting to add up and process in his mind. However it was also making him a bit paranoid, as he kept looking all around to make sure Hobgoblin wasn't following him.
Several more thoughts set him uneasy, maybe Kingsley set that fire in the first place, to evacuate everyone out so he could steal the glider. So many things raced past him, trying to process and make sense, but the only one that really seemed to stick was "Get To Oscorp!"
With the identity of the Hobgoblin finally revealed, Spiderman is piecing these things together and making his rounds, one by one to nail the goblin once and for all. Trouble seems to be on the Horizon for the wall crawler, can he possibly over come whatever challenges lie next? Find out next issue in Spiderman: Lucky Shot! Thanks please review --Peechman
-Peachman
Spiderman Issue #11 –Prosperities
(Special thanks to TheCure for reviewing every chapter of my story!)
In what seemed like the sleep of his lifetime, Peter parker finally awoke the next morning at eight am. He didn't wake up the way he had expected to either; normally he would wake up by himself in the empty apartment. This morning however was much different. As he opened his eyes he was welcomed by Mary Jane's face, smiling down at him brightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes dancing with excitement and romance.
"Hey Tiger." She said softly.
"Hey," Peter replied, sitting up.
The two embraced for several seconds, peter was reluctant to hug tightly, for his body felt horrible. He sighed heavily, knowing that he owed her some explanation for yesterday. So he quickly began.
"Look M.J., about yesterday," He said.
"Shh.." Mary Jane interrupted, placing a finger over his mouth. "I heard all about it from Spiderman."
"Wait," Peter laughed. "What did he tell you?"
"Just that you got hurt while you were at your job. And that you were more concerned with meeting me than you were of getting to a hospital." She answered smiling.
"Yeah, I was pretty upset that I missed our...date." Peter said, a little nervous.
"Don't worry about it, there will be plenty of time for more dates. I however have a huge surprise for you." She exclaimed, standing.
Peter wanted to join her, but as he started to, he realized he left his costume pants on and sat in place. She smiled down at him and quirked an eyebrow.
"Something wrong? Don't you want to know what the surprise is?" She asked.
"I uh, need to throw some clothes on. I'll meet you downstairs, two minutes tops!" He said.
She nodded and started for his door, exiting and heading down the hallway. Peter sat and waited for the footsteps on the stairs before hopping out from under his covers. His thoughts were heavy this morning and seemed to consume him as usual. He couldn't believe Mary Jane had actually showed up at his apartment, and surprised him like that. Snapping back to reality, He quickly changed into some jeans and slid a t-shirt over his head and headed down the stairs.
Every part of him ached; his sides felt like they were going to burst open any minute. His pace slowed as he neared the stairs, his shoulder began to throb like a heartbeat. Peter still couldn't get over all that had happened yesterday, finding out that Paul was not the man he thought he was. More importantly finding out that he was insane, and horribly obsessed with Spiderman.
"Peter?"
He quickened his pace, heading for the stairs and hopping down two at a time. He stepped off of the last stair to find Mary Jane sitting at the table with a manila envelope in her hands. She smiled brightly and drummed her nails on the table.
"Sorry, my shoulder is a little sore." He said, walking towards the cabinets and pulling out two small glass bowls.
He set the bowls on the table and grabbed two spoons, placing them inside. Opening the doors to the cabinets, he turned around facing M.J. and asked,
"Which kind would you like? We've got Lucky Charms, Cocoa Puffs, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and... Wheaties: The Breakfast of Champions."
Mary Jane laughed loudly, her gaze never leaving peter. "Lucky charms."
Peter poured them both bowls and grabbed the carton of milk out of the fridge. He took a seat across from her after pouring the milk in her cereal. For a few minutes the two didn't say anything, they just ate their breakfast, enjoying each other's company.
Finally Peter spoke up, and asked, "So what's the surprise you had for me."
"Well, I know you haven't had too much time for yourself." She began. "With work and all, I'm surprised we find time to get together, even though you're late..."
Peter nodded. She sounded somewhat stressed at that last part, maybe even annoyed. Nevertheless she didn't dwell on it for long, she continued with what she was saying several seconds later.
"More seriously you're academics kind of took a back seat. I know that if you had the opportunity and all you would really make a huge difference in this world." She said.
"With Uncle Ben and all, I never really woke up from that nightmare. Now here I am, with no job and no career." Peter added in.
"Exactly." M.J. chimed. "You didn't have much of a chance, your uncle was stolen from you while you were still in high school."
Peter nodded, fighting the tears that formed in his eyes. He didn't want to be this upset, to feel that kind of pain again. He swallowed hard and let her continue, his eyes studying her again.
"So I took it upon myself to help you out." She said. "Here you go."
She handed him the envelope. It was marked "Landon College of Science and Technology", and it was quickly torn open. Peter scrambled through the papers, reading each sentence as fast as he could. Finally he passed the sentence that stated He had been accepted to Landon.
"I didn't open it, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise. So I waited, what does it say?" Mary Jane asked.
"I got accepted to Landon College." Peter said breathlessly.
Suddenly he sprung up and hugged Mary Jane tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. She stood hugging him back and smiling.
"I know how much you deserved this."
After some more explanation and valued time together, Mary Jane left for an audition. Peter offered to go with her and give her support but she declined his offer. Auditions were something she needed to do on her own. Peter understood this and let her go. He decided to spend the day researching the college and the courses that he would select. Among other things.
Peter was still in shock of what Mary Jane had done to get him into Landon. She had gotten copies of his grades from Midtown high school, from his last two years and all of his pictures from clubs and activities from Aunt may. She put together the resume with the help of Peter's old guidance counselor and sent it out. Along with the resume she asked a teacher to write a letter of recommendation, which also explained Peter's situation and why he was so late to actually apply to college.
Mary Jane Watson was amazing, simply amazing. There were no other words peter could find to describe her. Even when he was late meeting her she still forgave him and even went out with him when he showed up. Not only had she been there for him when he needed her the most, she helped him set a milestone in his life. For that, he was eternally grateful.
Lost in thought, Peter's curiosity began to wander and he typed in the URL space bar "Paul Heaton". With the quick stroke of the enter key his computer had performed a search using the engine provided by the msn Internet. Several matches were found concerning the name "Paul Heaton", Peter clicked the first hyperlink. The website popped up and it was the official website of the New York Times, and on the screen came a picture of Peter's former boss Paul Heaton. He was handcuffed and being led out of a courthouse by several armed officers. On the bottom of the caption it read, "Kingsley found guilty." Peter's brow grew tense and he clicked another link that brought him the full story.
--October 31, 2001--
Degenerate robber Roderick Kingsley was finally sent to prison today after three months of court. Kingsley has been brought up on several charges including identity theft and several charges murder.
Kingsley apparently had been running an underground crime syndicate moving from different parts of New England and stealing large amounts of money. Several businesses in the Manhattan area had closed down in fear of getting robbed and taken for everything they had.
Government official Nicholas Fury had this to say on Kingsley, "He is truly a twisted individual. When the police finally brought this man in, he wouldn't stop babbling about Spiderman. Apparently Spiderman was the one who apprehended Kingsley on his last heist, and rightfully so. We have been trying to track Roderick for almost four years now and had no luck. My only final statement is that we will do everything we can to make sure this lunatic doesn't hit the streets again."
By: Dan Kelsey New York times October 2001
"A ha." Peter said to himself, rubbing his chin. "Lets see if we can dig deeper than this, I sense a pattern forming."
For the next hour and half peter searched throughout the website trying to find anything on Roderick Kingsley. He managed to find several more articles, mostly covering Kingsley's crimes in the New York area. More interestingly he found a link to another website. The website was entitled, "Urich's News"
The link took him directly to more articles on Roderick Kingsley, including a list of aliases that Kingsley had been using to disguise himself and hide from the authorities, the list is as follows:
1.Cory Connoway 2.Joseph Mueller 3.Edward Fronto 4.Mark Millar 5.Terry Heaton 6.Thomas Smith 7.John Smith 8.Paul Simon 9.Junior Bendis
And the list continued on for several more pages, but Peter had all he needed. Kingsley had just used his names over and over making different variations of the same names. And Peter had met Paul Heaton, just another alias for Roderick.
"But if he's running around here, how did he escape from prison?" peter asked himself.
Another link at the bottom of the page entitled, "Kingsley's Escape". Peter frantically clicked the link and was brought to a full article released in the Manhattan Metro over a year ago. It spoke of Kingsley's dramatic escape from New York State Prison; how a bomb went off and all of a sudden he was just gone, out into the world again. The Metro claimed that many sources informed them that Kingsley had outside connections that helped the mastermind escape.
Peter clicked out of the page and signed off his computer, hurrying upstairs to his bedroom. For some reason things weren't making a lot of sense. If Kingsley had escaped and joined up with the paper how did he become the editor and head honcho of the Metro?
All of a sudden peter had a flash back to just yesterday, when he ran into Jameson on the street.
Flash Back
"No, I work for the Manhattan Metro now." Peter retorted, getting tense.
"Whose running that place now?" Jameson asked.
"Paul Heaton." Peter answered.
"That's strange. Never heard of him. I thought someone else was running it, guy by the name of George... eh, things change I guess." Jameson said.
Flash Back End
Peter's stomach dropped, something was definitely up. He began to dig through several papers he had on his desk until he came across it. The Last Metro he had picked up, which was last week. It had a huge picture he took of Spiderman and the hobgoblin. He searched the paper from first to last page looking for the editors name and came across nothing.
The only names that were on the paper were Peter's for the pictures and a girl by the name of Karen Masters who wrote most of the articles in the paper. Paul Heaton's name was not on this paper.
"That son of a...that's how he's hiding from the feds." Peter said. "He hasn't been using his name at all. He's been using aliases to put the paper out, and this woman to write the articles."
In a flash he was in his costume and swinging through the skies. He had to find some sort of clue as to where he could find Hobgoblin. He couldn't go to Conners because Hobgoblin had conners. There was no one. Except...
"Brock." Spiderman said, leaping around another corner and forming a web strand.
Eddie Brock sat in the small jail cell, hugging his knees close to his chest. He made no noises, just heavy breathing and the occasional curse. It had been a long twenty-four hours; Hobgoblin betrayed him up on that roof and left him to be taken in like the scapegoat.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to ring his orange little neck." Brock scowled.
"I don't know if you are going to get out of here, by the looks of it, big bertha over there looks like he's taken a liking to you."
Brock turned to see just whom he didn't need to see at that moment. Spiderman was hanging upside down, clenching a web strand beneath his hand and looking high and mighty.
"Get the hell out of here." Brock yelled through the window.
"Aw c'mon Eddie, don't be sore at me." Spiderman joked.
"I said get away, you've done enough damage for a lifetime." Eddie scowled.
"Look, I need your help. It's about your crazy friend who wears orange." Spiderman whispered.
Brock chuckled. "Forget it, as much as I hate his guts right now, I hate you more and I'm not ratting him out."
"Look I don't need anything major, I just need to know his base of operations; you know, his hideout." Spiderman said.
"You losin' it wall crawler? What the hell makes you think that I'd tell you something like that?" Brock snapped.
"Well I could start blabbing about your nice alternative lifestyle to your friendly looking inmates..." he began.
"Shut up! Your so full of it, and besides my court dates in a week." Brock added.
"I don't know, I don't think anything's going to stop those guys, and besides a weeks a long time when your as lonely as them." The web slinger said.
"Oh my GOD! FINE!" Brock screamed. "He keeps his stuff in the Oscorp building. The one that caught fire a few weeks ago."
"The one I saved conners from." Spiderman said to himself.
"Yeah." Brock replied. "That's where he found all the stuff."
"All what stuff?" he asked.
"The goblin stuff left over from that other guy, the green goblin! Yeah that was his name!" Brock said.
"He found all that equipment? Government weapons were just left in that building for creeps like him to steal?!" Spiderman yelled.
"Well, the guy was a little whacked." Eddie began "He's totally obsessed with you."
"I can imagine. I get that a lot." Spiderman said, swinging off into the distance.
"Hey aren't you goin' to help me out of here?!" Brock screamed.
But the words were lost to him, for he was already on his way to the Oscorp building. It so strange how things were suddenly starting to add up and process in his mind. However it was also making him a bit paranoid, as he kept looking all around to make sure Hobgoblin wasn't following him.
Several more thoughts set him uneasy, maybe Kingsley set that fire in the first place, to evacuate everyone out so he could steal the glider. So many things raced past him, trying to process and make sense, but the only one that really seemed to stick was "Get To Oscorp!"
With the identity of the Hobgoblin finally revealed, Spiderman is piecing these things together and making his rounds, one by one to nail the goblin once and for all. Trouble seems to be on the Horizon for the wall crawler, can he possibly over come whatever challenges lie next? Find out next issue in Spiderman: Lucky Shot! Thanks please review --Peechman