First off, Reviews;
Spiderbob; you were not in the least offensive. Regarding May/Nick Well, they are the closest in apparent age, and I think that Steve is still just to hung up on his ex, poor guy. Regarding Daily Bugle employees, just wait. Regarding Fisk, you'll have to wait longer.
Apteryx: here you go, and the couple is staying, but Petey doesn't know.
Come On in Said the Spider To the Wasp
Your option on the title, either "Entrapment" or "The Dangers of Leaving a Toby Keith CD Around the Triskelion" your choice. Bonus points for those who can name, before I do, who is singing what song.
"Yeah, I appreciate the call Ben," Peter said as he stared at the screen in front of him. "No, I'm great." Peter was only telling half the truth. While he loved many parts of his new world, he did miss the anonymity that his old one provided.
Ben Urich, the reporter from the Bugle that Peter had gift wrapped the top selling story of the month, was now treating Peter like a younger brother who had gone away to college. "So kid, You should have seen Jameson, he nearly exploded when he saw your face and Betty told him you had been working for us the entire time you were Spider-Man."
"I would have loved to see that." Peter was dividing his attention between his conversation and his "homework" (a misnomer since his teacher came to what was his home). Currently Jan was teaching him how to manipulate DNA into a bow tie . . . or something like that. Peter hadn't been able to pay much attention in lessons. He was quite distracted by his teacher.
"Hey, how is your family adjusting?"
"Well," Peter thought very carefully about how to answer. After Mr. Watson had blatantly made a pass on Wanda in front of his wife, everyone realized he was a sleazebag. He left not long after, and no one complained. After being finally convinced (by forensic evidence) that Peter was not the Spider-man that killed her father, Gwen apologized and began reveling in the, as she put it, "So total righteousness" of living in the Triskelion. She also began flirting very heavily with Pietro, who was beginning to get back on his feet. He was three years older, two in a month or so.
MJ was happy that Peter would now be forever safe, but when he declined her offer, she turned towards her tutored studies with a renewed vigor. Aunt May, Peter noticed, was slipping out of sight around seven each night, and not turning up until midnight. Some nights she would be gone all night. Whenever Peter asked, security always said she was safe and sound. Peter was getting suspicious.
"We are slowly adjusting," he said.
"Tactful kid, you are born to lead this kind of life."
"Funny. Hey do you wanna see something really funny?"
"Like what?"
"Well, you'll find out when you open it, but you have to keep it away from public eyes. This is strictly something between friends got it?"
Ben chuckled, "Yeah, don't worry, I got it."
Peter switched over to his mail and sent a letter off to him with several video attachments. "I gotta go, I am using this stuff for a little fun."
"Bye kiddo."
"See ya around Ben." With that Peter hung up. He grabbed the burned DVD from the drive he had had it in, and brought it with him to the conference room. Everyone was already seated around the main desk looking confused.
"Pete?" asked Tony, "You said you wanted to call a meeting, but nothing important. What gives?"
"Well, it is time to reveal a little secret. I will ask that there are no questions until I am done. Well I have strategically left copies of a certain CD around the Triskelion as part of a psychology experiment . . ."
"You don't take Psychology," noted Jan.
"True, that was a lie. I just wanted to try a little entrapment. Now no more interruptions." As if to make his point, he shot a spray of web onto Jan's mouth. She rolled her eyes as she began to slowly pick the stuff off. Peter had begun to wear his web-shooters 24-7 nowadays, as he could be called upon at anytime. "Well this is what I found," he turned on a screen.
On the screen was Steve, in boxers and a white T-shirt. He was doing his laundry as he danced. The song was loud and country;
"Hey Uncle Sam put you name, at the top of his list.
And the Statue ofa Liberty started shakin' her fist.
And the eagle will fly, and there's gonna be hell
When you hear Motha' Freedom starta ringin' her bell
And feels like the whole wide world is rainin' down on yoooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu
Awwwww brought to you curtesy of My Red White and Bluuuuuuuuueeeeeee."
As he sang, Steve danced about slinging laundry in and out of dryers and closing said dryer with his bum.
Meanwhile the real Steve was blushing up a storm as put his head down. Everyone began snickering.
"But wait," Peter said, "There's more!"
he switched the picture to one showing Nick and Steve with their arms linked, and obviously more than a little drunk. They too were singing.
"Cause justice is the one thing you should always find
you got to saddle up your boys
Ya gotta draw a hard line
And when the gunsmoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon,
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singin'
Whiskey For my Meeeeeen, Beer for my horses!
Yeah, Whiskey for my Meeeeeeen, Bear for my horses!"
Now Steve was blushing even harder than before, and Nick had his head down grumbling something about a lack of intel.
"Don't worry guys, I would leave you to hang out there all alone." Peter's smile twisted even more wickedly. He opened another vid file. Now it was Tony on the screen. Tony's face twisted in horror. Tony, on the screen was shaving, while he sang to himself.
"I got the moneeeeeeyyy if you got the honeeeey,
lets cut deal, lets make a plaaaaaaan,
who's your daddy, who's your babyyyy
who's your buddy, whos your..friennnnnddd"
Tony slammed his head on the desk in front of him. He grumbled about stock holders. He also mentioned that he needed better security cameras.
"Just one more," he said. Everyone who had not been shown on the screen, was laughing. Peter noticed that for some reason, Aunt May seemed to be trying to suppress her giggles as she shot looks at Nick.
The screen now flickered to life with Pietro swing his bottom while he was also primping in front of a mirror.
"I need Speeeeeeeed, How fast can I go!
Can I get me. . . over him quickly . . . zero to one sixty . . .
Cause what I really need is an Open Rooooooooooaad . .
And a whole lotta Speeeeeeeeeed!
That's what I need!"
Pietro had gone bright pink as Wanda draped her self over him, trying to comfort him despite the fact that she was laughing so hard she couldn't breath. Peter looked around to make sure all his victims were taking this well. No one looked insulted or hurt by this. Just really embarrassed.
"So now we come to the price portion of the evening," Peter announced.
"What do you want?" Nick asked.
"Midtown high is having its annual Winter Formal in a month. Nick we want permission to attend from you, Tony we want a limo and the girls' dresses from you, and Steve and Pietro, you guys are going to be dates."
Steve blushed and fidgeted uncomfortably, but Pietro actually perked up a bit. He cast a look at Gwen who gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. His smile spread from ear to ear. Wanda nearly fell over, as Pietro moved from beside her, to beside Gwen in the twinkling of an eye. She simply chuckled and laughed it off.
"Heck kid," Tony said, you didn't have to black mail for limos and dresses. You're our little buddy. We'd a done it no sweat."
"So," Peter, MJ, and Gwen all said at once, "Its down to you Nick."
"Kid," Nick said with an irritated smile. "If I had known you had footage like that, I would sent two search teams and a Doberman pincher to get it. Alright you kids can go. But pete, I want you and Steve to carry your 'items'."
"Items" had become code for personal weapons. For Peter it was web- shooters, for Cap it was the shield.
Every one was happy with the turn out. but there was someone outside the Triskelion who was happier than anyone with in it. "Get me Colls and Gargan. They have a job," was the order that the Kingpin gave on hearing his stolen information that Spider-Man would be at a school dance.
Spiderbob; you were not in the least offensive. Regarding May/Nick Well, they are the closest in apparent age, and I think that Steve is still just to hung up on his ex, poor guy. Regarding Daily Bugle employees, just wait. Regarding Fisk, you'll have to wait longer.
Apteryx: here you go, and the couple is staying, but Petey doesn't know.
Come On in Said the Spider To the Wasp
Your option on the title, either "Entrapment" or "The Dangers of Leaving a Toby Keith CD Around the Triskelion" your choice. Bonus points for those who can name, before I do, who is singing what song.
"Yeah, I appreciate the call Ben," Peter said as he stared at the screen in front of him. "No, I'm great." Peter was only telling half the truth. While he loved many parts of his new world, he did miss the anonymity that his old one provided.
Ben Urich, the reporter from the Bugle that Peter had gift wrapped the top selling story of the month, was now treating Peter like a younger brother who had gone away to college. "So kid, You should have seen Jameson, he nearly exploded when he saw your face and Betty told him you had been working for us the entire time you were Spider-Man."
"I would have loved to see that." Peter was dividing his attention between his conversation and his "homework" (a misnomer since his teacher came to what was his home). Currently Jan was teaching him how to manipulate DNA into a bow tie . . . or something like that. Peter hadn't been able to pay much attention in lessons. He was quite distracted by his teacher.
"Hey, how is your family adjusting?"
"Well," Peter thought very carefully about how to answer. After Mr. Watson had blatantly made a pass on Wanda in front of his wife, everyone realized he was a sleazebag. He left not long after, and no one complained. After being finally convinced (by forensic evidence) that Peter was not the Spider-man that killed her father, Gwen apologized and began reveling in the, as she put it, "So total righteousness" of living in the Triskelion. She also began flirting very heavily with Pietro, who was beginning to get back on his feet. He was three years older, two in a month or so.
MJ was happy that Peter would now be forever safe, but when he declined her offer, she turned towards her tutored studies with a renewed vigor. Aunt May, Peter noticed, was slipping out of sight around seven each night, and not turning up until midnight. Some nights she would be gone all night. Whenever Peter asked, security always said she was safe and sound. Peter was getting suspicious.
"We are slowly adjusting," he said.
"Tactful kid, you are born to lead this kind of life."
"Funny. Hey do you wanna see something really funny?"
"Like what?"
"Well, you'll find out when you open it, but you have to keep it away from public eyes. This is strictly something between friends got it?"
Ben chuckled, "Yeah, don't worry, I got it."
Peter switched over to his mail and sent a letter off to him with several video attachments. "I gotta go, I am using this stuff for a little fun."
"Bye kiddo."
"See ya around Ben." With that Peter hung up. He grabbed the burned DVD from the drive he had had it in, and brought it with him to the conference room. Everyone was already seated around the main desk looking confused.
"Pete?" asked Tony, "You said you wanted to call a meeting, but nothing important. What gives?"
"Well, it is time to reveal a little secret. I will ask that there are no questions until I am done. Well I have strategically left copies of a certain CD around the Triskelion as part of a psychology experiment . . ."
"You don't take Psychology," noted Jan.
"True, that was a lie. I just wanted to try a little entrapment. Now no more interruptions." As if to make his point, he shot a spray of web onto Jan's mouth. She rolled her eyes as she began to slowly pick the stuff off. Peter had begun to wear his web-shooters 24-7 nowadays, as he could be called upon at anytime. "Well this is what I found," he turned on a screen.
On the screen was Steve, in boxers and a white T-shirt. He was doing his laundry as he danced. The song was loud and country;
"Hey Uncle Sam put you name, at the top of his list.
And the Statue ofa Liberty started shakin' her fist.
And the eagle will fly, and there's gonna be hell
When you hear Motha' Freedom starta ringin' her bell
And feels like the whole wide world is rainin' down on yoooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu
Awwwww brought to you curtesy of My Red White and Bluuuuuuuuueeeeeee."
As he sang, Steve danced about slinging laundry in and out of dryers and closing said dryer with his bum.
Meanwhile the real Steve was blushing up a storm as put his head down. Everyone began snickering.
"But wait," Peter said, "There's more!"
he switched the picture to one showing Nick and Steve with their arms linked, and obviously more than a little drunk. They too were singing.
"Cause justice is the one thing you should always find
you got to saddle up your boys
Ya gotta draw a hard line
And when the gunsmoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon,
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singin'
Whiskey For my Meeeeeen, Beer for my horses!
Yeah, Whiskey for my Meeeeeeen, Bear for my horses!"
Now Steve was blushing even harder than before, and Nick had his head down grumbling something about a lack of intel.
"Don't worry guys, I would leave you to hang out there all alone." Peter's smile twisted even more wickedly. He opened another vid file. Now it was Tony on the screen. Tony's face twisted in horror. Tony, on the screen was shaving, while he sang to himself.
"I got the moneeeeeeyyy if you got the honeeeey,
lets cut deal, lets make a plaaaaaaan,
who's your daddy, who's your babyyyy
who's your buddy, whos your..friennnnnddd"
Tony slammed his head on the desk in front of him. He grumbled about stock holders. He also mentioned that he needed better security cameras.
"Just one more," he said. Everyone who had not been shown on the screen, was laughing. Peter noticed that for some reason, Aunt May seemed to be trying to suppress her giggles as she shot looks at Nick.
The screen now flickered to life with Pietro swing his bottom while he was also primping in front of a mirror.
"I need Speeeeeeeed, How fast can I go!
Can I get me. . . over him quickly . . . zero to one sixty . . .
Cause what I really need is an Open Rooooooooooaad . .
And a whole lotta Speeeeeeeeeed!
That's what I need!"
Pietro had gone bright pink as Wanda draped her self over him, trying to comfort him despite the fact that she was laughing so hard she couldn't breath. Peter looked around to make sure all his victims were taking this well. No one looked insulted or hurt by this. Just really embarrassed.
"So now we come to the price portion of the evening," Peter announced.
"What do you want?" Nick asked.
"Midtown high is having its annual Winter Formal in a month. Nick we want permission to attend from you, Tony we want a limo and the girls' dresses from you, and Steve and Pietro, you guys are going to be dates."
Steve blushed and fidgeted uncomfortably, but Pietro actually perked up a bit. He cast a look at Gwen who gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. His smile spread from ear to ear. Wanda nearly fell over, as Pietro moved from beside her, to beside Gwen in the twinkling of an eye. She simply chuckled and laughed it off.
"Heck kid," Tony said, you didn't have to black mail for limos and dresses. You're our little buddy. We'd a done it no sweat."
"So," Peter, MJ, and Gwen all said at once, "Its down to you Nick."
"Kid," Nick said with an irritated smile. "If I had known you had footage like that, I would sent two search teams and a Doberman pincher to get it. Alright you kids can go. But pete, I want you and Steve to carry your 'items'."
"Items" had become code for personal weapons. For Peter it was web- shooters, for Cap it was the shield.
Every one was happy with the turn out. but there was someone outside the Triskelion who was happier than anyone with in it. "Get me Colls and Gargan. They have a job," was the order that the Kingpin gave on hearing his stolen information that Spider-Man would be at a school dance.