Hey howdy, back again. Listen I am planning to make Peter an anime fan as
opposed to the star trek fan all the scientists at the Triskelion are. If
you have any animes you would like him to watch include them in your review
and I might just throw them in. okay so here we go!
Waking up a friend
Peter bounded down the steps as he usually did. He had finally gotten his system to run on three hours of sleep. Luckily things had been pretty light after having broken up a drug deal near the school. It was midnight when he had said good night to Dr. Van Dyne. After that he had watched Inu Yasha, and then, after listening for Gwen's heavy snoring, swung out to do rounds.
The smell of Aunt May's famous eggs wafted to meet him as he walked down stairs. Gwen was already ravenously devouring hers; she had "forgotten" to eat lunch or dinner yesterday. Peter was worried about her. He could tell that the lack of eating Gwen did wasn't a memory problem, but a heart one. Unfortunately, by the time he ever had the courage to bring it up; she was either gone again or eating like an animal. One thing was for sure, she was fun to watch. Aunt May set a plate of egg's in front of Peter and he began to poke at them slowly, Gwen reached over jokingly to steal some, and Aunt May gave her a playful smack on the wrist with the spatula. 'thank god for stupid stuff,' Peter thought to himself. He had been through more nightmares in his life already than he wanted, and he knew it would only get worse. He enjoyed the simple family things. A playful breakfast fight, an idiotic arguments with Gwen over which was better; Jerry Springer or Yu Yu Hakusho (not a real hard decision in Peter's opinion), lectures on keeping grades up and staying out of trouble. He loved them, because in his bizarre, insane, twisted life, they were like lighthouse showing him where home was. He could always hide in his lab. His lab!
"Hey Aunt May, can I finish this in the lab, I found some new equations I wanna try to apply to some of dad's old formulas." This was the perfect lie; he hadn't used it in a while, it sounded so boring that no one would want to bother verifying, and it was exactly the kind of thing he always did. He hated lying.
"Alright dear," Aunt May said smiling, "But bring up the plate when you're done. I don't want any bugs down there." Peter had to fight back a giggle. He had to suppress the urge to say, "Too late Aunt May."
Peter picked up the plate, added some extra eggs from the skillet, and went into his basement lab. He closed and locked the door just like he always did. When he got to the floor, he called in a loud whisper, "Dr. Van Dyne?"
"Jan, please Peter," the Wasp said as she re-enlarged. Peter turned around quickly, as Jan began to put on the things she had been wearing last night. "sorry kid," she said as he blushed, "But are you actually telling me that you have never seen a naked woman before?"
"Silly me," was Peter's sarcastic reply, "I was raised to be a gentleman."
"Well cut it out," she replied, tapping him on the shoulder to let him know she was covered, "Its creepy to find one of those in this city."
"I brought you some eggs. Everyone loves Aunt May's eggs." Peter pushed the plate towards her, and she took a bite. She wasn't really hungry, but she decided to try some so he didn't ask what she had eaten. As soon as she tried them she had to have more, "Jesus! Peter these are great."
"That's what everyone says." He watched the super-heroine devour the eggs. "So, what are you planning on doing today?"
"Actually I was hoping you would come with me and we could swing by my apartment. You know, to pick up the essentials; clothes (that shrink with me), tooth brush, comm. link to the Ultimates, pass card to the aforementioned organizations base (just in case), my credit cards, Hank's credit cards. You know, the essentials."
Peter laughed, and then realized what she had said, "When you say swing by . . ."
She gave him a puppy dog look, and two hours later . . .
"WAHHOOOOO!!!" she screamed from her perch in Peter's backpack. She had her shoulders and head and arms above the zipper line holding on for dear life. Meanwhile Peter was having a grand time showing off for her. Has he landed on the side of her building she said, "I haven't had that much fun since the first time I flew." She looked down over the side of the backpack as he slowly climbed the building. "This is the thing that gets me most. According to physics you should not be able to do this."
He turned his head to look down at her, "You friends with a Norse god, are married to a man that grows to sixty feet, and have a friend who looks the same now as when he was fighting in the middle of WWII, and you're picking this as 'not physically possible'?"
"Point taken," she said as they crawled in her window, which hank had left open to air out the smell of bug-spray. She fluttered off saying, "I'm headed to the bedroom, be right back."
Peter looked around through the fabric like lenses of his costume. There was a small station that was obviously for work. The alcove/office looked like a battle had been fought there. He saw a small piece of electronic equipment that had blood on it, he also saw about thirty dead ants. He really didn't like the looks of the place. He knelt to get a closer look at the blood. "it's hank's," she said as she came out behind him. He spun to look at her. She was dressed in her one-piece uniform. "I hit him with that after my right hook. But to be fair he slapped me first and punched me after."
This was not how Peter thought married people lived. He struggled to take his eyes off of her as she went about the room gathering things. She was twelve years older than he was, but only about two or three inches, yet she could fight either the Hulk, or her own husband. Aside from the office, the apartment was very nice, it definitely suited someone of their tax-bracket.
"You wanna go grab a cup of coffee?" she asked non-chalantly.
"Sure, give me a minute to change."
"Nah lets give the press a field day."
He looked sideways at her, "are you serious?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright, but you gotta order something venti . . . miniaturized."
"Ooh, sounds like a challenge. Accepted and they walked out of the building. It was Peter's first time just walking around in the costume since he quit wrestling. The stares he got on the street were unnerving, as if he had his underwear showing or something.
They walked two blocks to a Starbucks. Janet shrank just outside the door, and they walked (or at least Peter did) right up to the counter. The poor girl was shocked enough seeing spider man in there, then she realized that the squeaking sound she was hearing was an extremely small customer ordering a venti cappuccino with a double shot of esspreso, claiming she was really thirsty. Peter ordered a venti vanilla crème steamer, and then Jan asked Peter to fish out her credit card (of course they both knew it was Hank's), and Jan put the debacle to an even bigger height as she told Peter, sanctimoniously not to look. She then proceeded to jump from key to key as she punched in the pin number. She was tempted to try and act like she was going to carry the drink out, but Peter gave her a look and he took them to a table outside.
Once at the table both of them laughed until their sides hurt. People in the restaurant were still in a stunned silence. Peter asked what he had been wondering since she had grabbed her things, "So, you staying at my place again, or are you going to get a hotel now that you have cash?"
"I figure I've put you out enough, although I will miss your aunt's eggs."
"I'll try and save some for you." He chuckled. It was strange being this comfortable with someone. He was only comfortable with five . . . four people; Aunt May, MJ, Gwen, and Harry. It was a major step to be this comfortable, especially with a woman. "Why don't you come back by tonight though and we can run through a few more of my dad's old formulas. Maybe with the help of a real scientist, I can finish another."
"Don't you have homework or something?" she asked. To be honest, the kid was almost to her level if he could get his head around that webbing formula.
He was about to answer when someone tapped them on their street-side corner, "Excuse me, but aren't you two superheroes?"
Peter fought back his first instinct to greet the man as his friend from work, Ben Urich. Luckily Jan thought quicker than he did, "Yeah, did you need a new way to trash my colleague here?"
Ben put his hands up in defense, "hey I'm a Spider-fan, its Jameson that hates the poor you Spidey."
"Uh, yeah I've noticed." Peter wasn't sure what to do.
"Listen, so how do you two know each other?" Ben asked.
"We met at a super-humans anonymous meeting," Peter deadpanned. Ben looked at them with confusion. "Kidding. She patched me up once, and she needed a favor." He lifted up his mask again to take a sip of his steamer.
"So do the Ultimates take an interest in all super-humans or just the ones operating in New York City?"
"Shield looks into all super-human activity, especially the non-mutants like Spidey here. We just like to know what we might or might not have to deal with. Plus Spider-Man helped shield with a couple of take-downs, so we all owed him a favor."
"I assume," Ben said looking at his notes, "you're referring to the 'Doc Ock' and 'Goblin' incidents."
"Sorry cowboy," Peter said, taking a guess, "'No comment' is your only answer on that one."
"Let's get going Spidey, before more pencil necks show up," said Jan with a falsely sweet look to Ben.
"Alright, See ya Urich. And by the way, say hi to that Parker kid."
"Parker?" asked Urich
"Yeah, tell him the next time he takes pictures of me, to use a better camera . . . or get some one with actual talent to do it." He tossed the trash into the can and was crouching for a jump as Ben said, "Can I get a picture?"
Peter and Jan looked at each other, "Why not?" Jan said. Spider-Man shrugged his shoulders and stood next to her with his invisible smile.
"Put your arm around her," Ben said as he backed up framing them. When he received a look from the Wasp he explained, "just so its obvious that you two are chummy and she isn't arresting you." The shrugged and he put an arm around her waist. She smiled and waved, he gave a peace sign and as soon as the snap shot was taken, he scooped her up one arm, leapt and shot out a web with the other. She squealed as they disappeared into the concrete valleys. If Ben had thought it was important, he would have noted the direction they were headed, Queens, but as he figured they were headed of to save someone he didn't bother. After a few minutes Jan decided she would check into a hotel while Peter made some rounds. Then in three hours she would be on a balcony ready to be picked up and they would go by and she would help with homework and check out his equations (don't be sick people).
A half hour later Ben burst into the Editor-in-Chief's office, and as J.J. began to rant, Ben turned around his digital camera to the shot framed and for the first time in his life, J. Jonah Jameson dropped his cigar from his mouth in awe of a shot.
"Front page tomorrow."
Waking up a friend
Peter bounded down the steps as he usually did. He had finally gotten his system to run on three hours of sleep. Luckily things had been pretty light after having broken up a drug deal near the school. It was midnight when he had said good night to Dr. Van Dyne. After that he had watched Inu Yasha, and then, after listening for Gwen's heavy snoring, swung out to do rounds.
The smell of Aunt May's famous eggs wafted to meet him as he walked down stairs. Gwen was already ravenously devouring hers; she had "forgotten" to eat lunch or dinner yesterday. Peter was worried about her. He could tell that the lack of eating Gwen did wasn't a memory problem, but a heart one. Unfortunately, by the time he ever had the courage to bring it up; she was either gone again or eating like an animal. One thing was for sure, she was fun to watch. Aunt May set a plate of egg's in front of Peter and he began to poke at them slowly, Gwen reached over jokingly to steal some, and Aunt May gave her a playful smack on the wrist with the spatula. 'thank god for stupid stuff,' Peter thought to himself. He had been through more nightmares in his life already than he wanted, and he knew it would only get worse. He enjoyed the simple family things. A playful breakfast fight, an idiotic arguments with Gwen over which was better; Jerry Springer or Yu Yu Hakusho (not a real hard decision in Peter's opinion), lectures on keeping grades up and staying out of trouble. He loved them, because in his bizarre, insane, twisted life, they were like lighthouse showing him where home was. He could always hide in his lab. His lab!
"Hey Aunt May, can I finish this in the lab, I found some new equations I wanna try to apply to some of dad's old formulas." This was the perfect lie; he hadn't used it in a while, it sounded so boring that no one would want to bother verifying, and it was exactly the kind of thing he always did. He hated lying.
"Alright dear," Aunt May said smiling, "But bring up the plate when you're done. I don't want any bugs down there." Peter had to fight back a giggle. He had to suppress the urge to say, "Too late Aunt May."
Peter picked up the plate, added some extra eggs from the skillet, and went into his basement lab. He closed and locked the door just like he always did. When he got to the floor, he called in a loud whisper, "Dr. Van Dyne?"
"Jan, please Peter," the Wasp said as she re-enlarged. Peter turned around quickly, as Jan began to put on the things she had been wearing last night. "sorry kid," she said as he blushed, "But are you actually telling me that you have never seen a naked woman before?"
"Silly me," was Peter's sarcastic reply, "I was raised to be a gentleman."
"Well cut it out," she replied, tapping him on the shoulder to let him know she was covered, "Its creepy to find one of those in this city."
"I brought you some eggs. Everyone loves Aunt May's eggs." Peter pushed the plate towards her, and she took a bite. She wasn't really hungry, but she decided to try some so he didn't ask what she had eaten. As soon as she tried them she had to have more, "Jesus! Peter these are great."
"That's what everyone says." He watched the super-heroine devour the eggs. "So, what are you planning on doing today?"
"Actually I was hoping you would come with me and we could swing by my apartment. You know, to pick up the essentials; clothes (that shrink with me), tooth brush, comm. link to the Ultimates, pass card to the aforementioned organizations base (just in case), my credit cards, Hank's credit cards. You know, the essentials."
Peter laughed, and then realized what she had said, "When you say swing by . . ."
She gave him a puppy dog look, and two hours later . . .
"WAHHOOOOO!!!" she screamed from her perch in Peter's backpack. She had her shoulders and head and arms above the zipper line holding on for dear life. Meanwhile Peter was having a grand time showing off for her. Has he landed on the side of her building she said, "I haven't had that much fun since the first time I flew." She looked down over the side of the backpack as he slowly climbed the building. "This is the thing that gets me most. According to physics you should not be able to do this."
He turned his head to look down at her, "You friends with a Norse god, are married to a man that grows to sixty feet, and have a friend who looks the same now as when he was fighting in the middle of WWII, and you're picking this as 'not physically possible'?"
"Point taken," she said as they crawled in her window, which hank had left open to air out the smell of bug-spray. She fluttered off saying, "I'm headed to the bedroom, be right back."
Peter looked around through the fabric like lenses of his costume. There was a small station that was obviously for work. The alcove/office looked like a battle had been fought there. He saw a small piece of electronic equipment that had blood on it, he also saw about thirty dead ants. He really didn't like the looks of the place. He knelt to get a closer look at the blood. "it's hank's," she said as she came out behind him. He spun to look at her. She was dressed in her one-piece uniform. "I hit him with that after my right hook. But to be fair he slapped me first and punched me after."
This was not how Peter thought married people lived. He struggled to take his eyes off of her as she went about the room gathering things. She was twelve years older than he was, but only about two or three inches, yet she could fight either the Hulk, or her own husband. Aside from the office, the apartment was very nice, it definitely suited someone of their tax-bracket.
"You wanna go grab a cup of coffee?" she asked non-chalantly.
"Sure, give me a minute to change."
"Nah lets give the press a field day."
He looked sideways at her, "are you serious?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright, but you gotta order something venti . . . miniaturized."
"Ooh, sounds like a challenge. Accepted and they walked out of the building. It was Peter's first time just walking around in the costume since he quit wrestling. The stares he got on the street were unnerving, as if he had his underwear showing or something.
They walked two blocks to a Starbucks. Janet shrank just outside the door, and they walked (or at least Peter did) right up to the counter. The poor girl was shocked enough seeing spider man in there, then she realized that the squeaking sound she was hearing was an extremely small customer ordering a venti cappuccino with a double shot of esspreso, claiming she was really thirsty. Peter ordered a venti vanilla crème steamer, and then Jan asked Peter to fish out her credit card (of course they both knew it was Hank's), and Jan put the debacle to an even bigger height as she told Peter, sanctimoniously not to look. She then proceeded to jump from key to key as she punched in the pin number. She was tempted to try and act like she was going to carry the drink out, but Peter gave her a look and he took them to a table outside.
Once at the table both of them laughed until their sides hurt. People in the restaurant were still in a stunned silence. Peter asked what he had been wondering since she had grabbed her things, "So, you staying at my place again, or are you going to get a hotel now that you have cash?"
"I figure I've put you out enough, although I will miss your aunt's eggs."
"I'll try and save some for you." He chuckled. It was strange being this comfortable with someone. He was only comfortable with five . . . four people; Aunt May, MJ, Gwen, and Harry. It was a major step to be this comfortable, especially with a woman. "Why don't you come back by tonight though and we can run through a few more of my dad's old formulas. Maybe with the help of a real scientist, I can finish another."
"Don't you have homework or something?" she asked. To be honest, the kid was almost to her level if he could get his head around that webbing formula.
He was about to answer when someone tapped them on their street-side corner, "Excuse me, but aren't you two superheroes?"
Peter fought back his first instinct to greet the man as his friend from work, Ben Urich. Luckily Jan thought quicker than he did, "Yeah, did you need a new way to trash my colleague here?"
Ben put his hands up in defense, "hey I'm a Spider-fan, its Jameson that hates the poor you Spidey."
"Uh, yeah I've noticed." Peter wasn't sure what to do.
"Listen, so how do you two know each other?" Ben asked.
"We met at a super-humans anonymous meeting," Peter deadpanned. Ben looked at them with confusion. "Kidding. She patched me up once, and she needed a favor." He lifted up his mask again to take a sip of his steamer.
"So do the Ultimates take an interest in all super-humans or just the ones operating in New York City?"
"Shield looks into all super-human activity, especially the non-mutants like Spidey here. We just like to know what we might or might not have to deal with. Plus Spider-Man helped shield with a couple of take-downs, so we all owed him a favor."
"I assume," Ben said looking at his notes, "you're referring to the 'Doc Ock' and 'Goblin' incidents."
"Sorry cowboy," Peter said, taking a guess, "'No comment' is your only answer on that one."
"Let's get going Spidey, before more pencil necks show up," said Jan with a falsely sweet look to Ben.
"Alright, See ya Urich. And by the way, say hi to that Parker kid."
"Parker?" asked Urich
"Yeah, tell him the next time he takes pictures of me, to use a better camera . . . or get some one with actual talent to do it." He tossed the trash into the can and was crouching for a jump as Ben said, "Can I get a picture?"
Peter and Jan looked at each other, "Why not?" Jan said. Spider-Man shrugged his shoulders and stood next to her with his invisible smile.
"Put your arm around her," Ben said as he backed up framing them. When he received a look from the Wasp he explained, "just so its obvious that you two are chummy and she isn't arresting you." The shrugged and he put an arm around her waist. She smiled and waved, he gave a peace sign and as soon as the snap shot was taken, he scooped her up one arm, leapt and shot out a web with the other. She squealed as they disappeared into the concrete valleys. If Ben had thought it was important, he would have noted the direction they were headed, Queens, but as he figured they were headed of to save someone he didn't bother. After a few minutes Jan decided she would check into a hotel while Peter made some rounds. Then in three hours she would be on a balcony ready to be picked up and they would go by and she would help with homework and check out his equations (don't be sick people).
A half hour later Ben burst into the Editor-in-Chief's office, and as J.J. began to rant, Ben turned around his digital camera to the shot framed and for the first time in his life, J. Jonah Jameson dropped his cigar from his mouth in awe of a shot.
"Front page tomorrow."