Okay, I am severely disappointed.
Agent_Rage was, in actuality, Nick Fury. It was a play on words. Fury, Rage . . . get it? Besides Bruce is doped up and contained.
SCMKF4: Jesus no one got this. Shang Chi Master of Kung Fu. He is a freaking Marvel Knight.
Onyx_Kitty69: Black Cat, not Shadow Cat.
C_and_D443: Cloak and Dagger, I am glad to see some of you got this. Good job** I pat on head**
TwentiethSentryBoy: Captain America, I just plain forgot Tony. I really don't think he would be that close to Jan.
Ant_Man546: while most of you technically got it right, at the time he was calling himself Giant-man, that's why I thought it would throw you more.
Well everyone got all the rest right these are just the ones that people messed up on.
Come On In, Said the Spider to the Wasp
Tour d' Triskelion
Peter was waiting in the living room the next day. Jan had left early, and told him that she would be by later. Suddenly he saw a limo pull up outside. He walked into the kitchen to get Aunt May, when someone knocked on the door. Gwen opened the door and screamed. "Oh! My! F@&%#ing! God!"
"Gwen!" Aunt May scolded as she entered the room. She looked on and there was Janet Van Dyne, but more noticeably, there was Steve Rodgers. All six feet and some inches of handsome homegrown American patriotic glory. Now Peter understood why Jan had asked if Aunt May had a heart problem. "Mr . . . Ah, Captain America, how can I help you?"
"Please call me Steve Ms. Parker, and I am here to talk to you about your nephew, Peter."
"Damn," said Gwen in a stage whispers, "I thought he was here to sweep me off my feet and take me to elope."
Aunt May cast her a look for the curse and merely chuckled at the rest of it. She then turned back to Steve and said, "Well if you are Steve, then I am May. Now what is it you need to talk to me about Peter?"
"Well Ms . . . ah . . . May, Peter has shown an incredible proficiency in the science and mathematics fields, and we just want to provide an incentive to continue this way by providing a recompense for his prodigious intellect." Aunt May just stared at Dr. Van Dyne.
"Beg pardon?" she said, not having understood what she was saying.
Steve stepped up and said, "Peter is an extremely bright kid. We wanted to make sure he knew that smart was the way to go. So we are going to give him a reward for being so darn smart. We, with your permission, are going to give him a declassified tour of the Triskelion. It would be the same tour the press gets."
"Oh," gasped Aunt May. Peter's face lit up and looked hopefully at her. "Well by all means. Will I need to pay for cab fare, or a meal?"
"Oh, no ma'am," Steve said dismissively, "We would be more than happy to take care of a bright kid like this."
In twelve minutes, Peter was packed and headed out. He couldn't believe he was going to get a tour of the Triskelion. Jan told him about all the not-so-declassified things he was going to get a chance to see. Steve handed him the contract he had to sign say that he wouldn't say anything.
They pulled up to a pier, and Peter looked out the window. He could see the base across the water, but they would have to get to it some how. That was when Peter felt the limo begin to lift off the ground. he quickly realized that it was being carried by none other than Iron Man. As they were set down, Tony came up to him, with his helmet off, and shook his had. To Tony's surprise, he could feel the kid returning the pressure he had been using."
The tour was long, and interesting. Peter especially loved looking at long equations that he wasn't entirely bored with, you know the ones he couldn't easily figure out. then he traded secrets with Tony. Tony apparently wanted the web-shooters. He said that they would make an interesting addition to his outfit. So he told Peter that he would take out the patent, and signed a contract stating that all the money would go to Peter, that is if any was ever made.
Peter got on well with Thor, and almost hit Hank. Pietro almost kissed him when Peter said that he had brought some pixie stix to snack on, and willingly shared with the wheel chair bound mutant. Although, this did almost cause Wanda to kill him as all of a sudden, Pietro was laying rubber all over the halls.
Peter had a wonderful time. Unfortunately, time came all to soon for Peter to leave. Everyone wished him well, and he headed home with Nick and Steve.
They were three blocks from Peter's house when Nick got a cell call. "Yeah, Fury. . . Please tell me this is a bad joke. . . Well get the girl and her parents. . . Yes the red head." He snapped the phone shut and turned to Peter. "Listen, the Kingpin is back in town. He has you ID'ed. There is a contract out of the Watson girl and her family. Rumor has it he is going to do you and yours personally. There is reason to suspect that he is already at your house. but I think he would wait for you to show up. Tony and Wanda are Evacing your girlfriend."
Peter's face turned ghostly pale. As he turned around to face the front, he saw what he was afraid of, a limo parked in front of Aunt May's house. Steve pulled a shield from under the seat, and an automatic weapon from a small cache in the arm rest between him and Nick. Nick took a Glock .45, and a few magazines of ammo. Peter dug his web-shooters out of his bag, and put them on. His mask was useless now.
They got out and walked into the small home. There sitting across from his aunt, sipping tea was the most massive and intimidating figure one could imagine. "Oh, Peter," May called, "This is wonderful. Mr. Fisk is interested in you as well."
Peter locked eyes with Fisk. Fisk smiled and raised his fist. Peter flung himself onto it, flipping the unprepared Kingpin onto his back. "Nick go get Gwen!" Peter called, but Nick was already half-way up the stairs. Gunshots blazed, as Steve grabbed onto Aunt May and wrestled his way to the door, using his fists, shield, and gun to put down anything in his way. Peter Meanwhile was hitting every sensitive spot he could think of on Fisk. Unfortunately, Fisk was, for the most part, hard as a rock. But no matter how much Fisk swatted at him, Peter was able to nimbly dodge out of his way. A little blinding web aided in that. Then he saw Nick pulling Gwen down the stairs. She was in a bathrobe, and soaking wet. Nick wore a bit of blush on his cheek. as he saw Gwen get stuffed into the car, Peter abandoned the house.
Once out the door, it was one simple bound, and he was on top of the limo. They began to pull away, and Kingpin's men opened fire on them. Nick returned fire, while Peter did his best to deprive them of weapons. As Fisk finally made it outside, he looked with rage upon Peter, who as they drove off flipped him the bird.
He did a small flip and entered the limo through the sun room. Steve had been keeping everyone down no the floor. They were just starting to get themselves situated. Aunt May looked around and said, "What in God's name is going on?"
Nick quickly informed, "That was an attempted hit on your family. The contractor was the Kingpin, the man you were having tea with."
"Why would he want us dead though?" Aunt May said.
Nick opened his mouth to explain, but Peter waved him off. He looked Aunt May squarely in the eyes and said, "Because, I am Spider-Man."
Aunt May's voice was gone, but Gwen's wasn't. she launched herself onto Peter in a fit of rage, "You murdering bastard!"
Peter only bothered to block his face. Gwen wasn't all that strong, and she didn't have her knife. Steve pulled her off by the waist and said, "Relax sweetie, this guy isn't the one who did your old man. That guy got the shit kicked outta him by Peter here." Gwen didn't let one drop of anger drain from her face, but she did restrain herself to her seat.
"It was that spider bite Aunt May," Peter explained. "The spider had been messed with. It gave me powers. And then I finished dad's formula, and that was how I got the webbing. I . . . I'm sorry I never told you."
It was one long cold trip back to the base.
Agent_Rage was, in actuality, Nick Fury. It was a play on words. Fury, Rage . . . get it? Besides Bruce is doped up and contained.
SCMKF4: Jesus no one got this. Shang Chi Master of Kung Fu. He is a freaking Marvel Knight.
Onyx_Kitty69: Black Cat, not Shadow Cat.
C_and_D443: Cloak and Dagger, I am glad to see some of you got this. Good job** I pat on head**
TwentiethSentryBoy: Captain America, I just plain forgot Tony. I really don't think he would be that close to Jan.
Ant_Man546: while most of you technically got it right, at the time he was calling himself Giant-man, that's why I thought it would throw you more.
Well everyone got all the rest right these are just the ones that people messed up on.
Come On In, Said the Spider to the Wasp
Tour d' Triskelion
Peter was waiting in the living room the next day. Jan had left early, and told him that she would be by later. Suddenly he saw a limo pull up outside. He walked into the kitchen to get Aunt May, when someone knocked on the door. Gwen opened the door and screamed. "Oh! My! F@&%#ing! God!"
"Gwen!" Aunt May scolded as she entered the room. She looked on and there was Janet Van Dyne, but more noticeably, there was Steve Rodgers. All six feet and some inches of handsome homegrown American patriotic glory. Now Peter understood why Jan had asked if Aunt May had a heart problem. "Mr . . . Ah, Captain America, how can I help you?"
"Please call me Steve Ms. Parker, and I am here to talk to you about your nephew, Peter."
"Damn," said Gwen in a stage whispers, "I thought he was here to sweep me off my feet and take me to elope."
Aunt May cast her a look for the curse and merely chuckled at the rest of it. She then turned back to Steve and said, "Well if you are Steve, then I am May. Now what is it you need to talk to me about Peter?"
"Well Ms . . . ah . . . May, Peter has shown an incredible proficiency in the science and mathematics fields, and we just want to provide an incentive to continue this way by providing a recompense for his prodigious intellect." Aunt May just stared at Dr. Van Dyne.
"Beg pardon?" she said, not having understood what she was saying.
Steve stepped up and said, "Peter is an extremely bright kid. We wanted to make sure he knew that smart was the way to go. So we are going to give him a reward for being so darn smart. We, with your permission, are going to give him a declassified tour of the Triskelion. It would be the same tour the press gets."
"Oh," gasped Aunt May. Peter's face lit up and looked hopefully at her. "Well by all means. Will I need to pay for cab fare, or a meal?"
"Oh, no ma'am," Steve said dismissively, "We would be more than happy to take care of a bright kid like this."
In twelve minutes, Peter was packed and headed out. He couldn't believe he was going to get a tour of the Triskelion. Jan told him about all the not-so-declassified things he was going to get a chance to see. Steve handed him the contract he had to sign say that he wouldn't say anything.
They pulled up to a pier, and Peter looked out the window. He could see the base across the water, but they would have to get to it some how. That was when Peter felt the limo begin to lift off the ground. he quickly realized that it was being carried by none other than Iron Man. As they were set down, Tony came up to him, with his helmet off, and shook his had. To Tony's surprise, he could feel the kid returning the pressure he had been using."
The tour was long, and interesting. Peter especially loved looking at long equations that he wasn't entirely bored with, you know the ones he couldn't easily figure out. then he traded secrets with Tony. Tony apparently wanted the web-shooters. He said that they would make an interesting addition to his outfit. So he told Peter that he would take out the patent, and signed a contract stating that all the money would go to Peter, that is if any was ever made.
Peter got on well with Thor, and almost hit Hank. Pietro almost kissed him when Peter said that he had brought some pixie stix to snack on, and willingly shared with the wheel chair bound mutant. Although, this did almost cause Wanda to kill him as all of a sudden, Pietro was laying rubber all over the halls.
Peter had a wonderful time. Unfortunately, time came all to soon for Peter to leave. Everyone wished him well, and he headed home with Nick and Steve.
They were three blocks from Peter's house when Nick got a cell call. "Yeah, Fury. . . Please tell me this is a bad joke. . . Well get the girl and her parents. . . Yes the red head." He snapped the phone shut and turned to Peter. "Listen, the Kingpin is back in town. He has you ID'ed. There is a contract out of the Watson girl and her family. Rumor has it he is going to do you and yours personally. There is reason to suspect that he is already at your house. but I think he would wait for you to show up. Tony and Wanda are Evacing your girlfriend."
Peter's face turned ghostly pale. As he turned around to face the front, he saw what he was afraid of, a limo parked in front of Aunt May's house. Steve pulled a shield from under the seat, and an automatic weapon from a small cache in the arm rest between him and Nick. Nick took a Glock .45, and a few magazines of ammo. Peter dug his web-shooters out of his bag, and put them on. His mask was useless now.
They got out and walked into the small home. There sitting across from his aunt, sipping tea was the most massive and intimidating figure one could imagine. "Oh, Peter," May called, "This is wonderful. Mr. Fisk is interested in you as well."
Peter locked eyes with Fisk. Fisk smiled and raised his fist. Peter flung himself onto it, flipping the unprepared Kingpin onto his back. "Nick go get Gwen!" Peter called, but Nick was already half-way up the stairs. Gunshots blazed, as Steve grabbed onto Aunt May and wrestled his way to the door, using his fists, shield, and gun to put down anything in his way. Peter Meanwhile was hitting every sensitive spot he could think of on Fisk. Unfortunately, Fisk was, for the most part, hard as a rock. But no matter how much Fisk swatted at him, Peter was able to nimbly dodge out of his way. A little blinding web aided in that. Then he saw Nick pulling Gwen down the stairs. She was in a bathrobe, and soaking wet. Nick wore a bit of blush on his cheek. as he saw Gwen get stuffed into the car, Peter abandoned the house.
Once out the door, it was one simple bound, and he was on top of the limo. They began to pull away, and Kingpin's men opened fire on them. Nick returned fire, while Peter did his best to deprive them of weapons. As Fisk finally made it outside, he looked with rage upon Peter, who as they drove off flipped him the bird.
He did a small flip and entered the limo through the sun room. Steve had been keeping everyone down no the floor. They were just starting to get themselves situated. Aunt May looked around and said, "What in God's name is going on?"
Nick quickly informed, "That was an attempted hit on your family. The contractor was the Kingpin, the man you were having tea with."
"Why would he want us dead though?" Aunt May said.
Nick opened his mouth to explain, but Peter waved him off. He looked Aunt May squarely in the eyes and said, "Because, I am Spider-Man."
Aunt May's voice was gone, but Gwen's wasn't. she launched herself onto Peter in a fit of rage, "You murdering bastard!"
Peter only bothered to block his face. Gwen wasn't all that strong, and she didn't have her knife. Steve pulled her off by the waist and said, "Relax sweetie, this guy isn't the one who did your old man. That guy got the shit kicked outta him by Peter here." Gwen didn't let one drop of anger drain from her face, but she did restrain herself to her seat.
"It was that spider bite Aunt May," Peter explained. "The spider had been messed with. It gave me powers. And then I finished dad's formula, and that was how I got the webbing. I . . . I'm sorry I never told you."
It was one long cold trip back to the base.