For the ideas I have, I am on the fence when it comes to some people I am toying with but the ideas I am very interested in. A clue: I like the some of the stuff after the Superior Spider-Man and very much liked the plot for the Superior Iron Man.

So some have been wondering why is our Spider doing so well? Well... here's a refresher! Viri's boost is nothing to sneeze at for one thing and he is using a highly upgraded suit made of nanotech and then upgraded to take on some of Spider-armor MK 4 capabilities! It is a seriously powerful suit! If he had it and this 23-year-old Peter used it against Doc Ock in their first clash, I think Peter might have been able to snag the antidote and get out. And if Hammerhead underestimates the Iron Spider tech? Well he doesn't know Tony Stark built it and Peter improved upon it. Also as an bonus for not updating in so long... you get one thousand six-hundred or so words!

Also, big thanks to Yare-Yare-Dong on DA for letting me use his image!

All credit to respective owners!

Y.A.R.N.


In a reinforced glass tank hidden in Oscorp Tower, the body of Harry Osborn floating in the green-tinted water jerked violently as the symbiotic being that was used to keep him stable writhed slightly.

It awoke from the haze.

It remembered the tests, forcing it to bond to host after host and forcefully separating it every time they please. The pain was unbearable until finally it had gone mad with agony. After they found out about its healing abilities they wasted no time in forcing it to connect to this sick life-form and drugging it with sedatives to keep it contained. Only recently had it regained some self-awareness to begin to act independently of the host it was currently tied to. And it could sense something surprising from its confines.

"Another?" the symbiote whispered within the depths of its mind, "Another one of us has come to this planet... We can feel it! It must have found a suitable host! We must find it and take a better host! If we must take its host we will! We need more than this comatose being! Soon... soon... We will devour those that dared to collar us! We will purge the poisons they forced on us and turn it on them. They will all pay! They will feel our rage! Our hate! Our pain! THEY WILL FEEL OUR VENOM!"


Sable stalked over to a computer terminal that had remained undamaged from the battle and immediately began typing.

Spider-Man flipped over to land on top of the terminal, still holding out his hand, "You know you kinda left me hanging, right?"

Sable didn't even raised her head to look at him as she held an expectant hand up, and not for a high-five. Peter deflated slightly and pulled out the data drive before handing it to sable. She plugged the drive into the terminal which lit up as Hammerhead's profile and data appeared on the screen. Peter leaned over to look at the file himself, hoping for some information he could use.

"There are medical records in here." Sable mused.

"Yeah," Peter commented, "Mostly about that metal plate in his head..."

"Carbon steel..." Sable breathed.

"Super strong. Pretty sensitive to—"

"Heat!" The both finished in tandem as they looked at each other.

Peter slowly raised his hand up again.

Sable stared at it for a moment before looking down and typing, "I have an idea."

Viri began to snicker in the back of Peter's head at her adamant refusal to give him a high-five.

Peter inwardly sighed, "I, uh, solemnly swear to, uh, do whatever you tell me to do."

"I will call soon." Sable said shortly before smacking his palm with her own. Which wasn't exactly gentle and stung before Viri immediately began to soothe the pain away.

Peter stared at her and then at his previously-stinging palm before back at her, "Owwww." he hissed, "But yeah!"

He didn't notice the amused smirk that crossed Silver Sable's face as she left the room.


'Glad she finally seems to be warming up to your antics slightly?' Viri teased, 'Maybe she might not hate you as much as you believe. You might even get her to offer you a high-five.'

'Oh be quiet.' Peter replied, 'You know we're making progress! Sable might not hate me after all!'

'Honestly is it that much of a victory when someone 'might' not hate you rather than not care really one way or another?' Viri hummed.

"Could you really not let me have this?" Peter grumbled, "Either way, lets head back to that planning room. I think it's high time we took care of that loose end..."


Otto flexed his fingers, scowling as they spasmed and twitched, not quite able to form the tight fist he once could use. His legs had already been far too unsteady to properly walk and he was forced to use a cane like a invalid. His general anger over the situation burned as he had wished he had managed to beat Peter before his former apprentice left him to the police. Otto should have seen it, even with his alter-ego of Spider-Man, Peter had never had the vendetta against Osborn like Otto did. He never saw just how self-serving, arrogant, and malicious Osborn was because he never spent time around the man for extended periods of time. He knew Peter was Harry Osborn's friend, but he couldn't imagine Osborn reaching out to any of his son's friends for anything other than profit. Then again Osborn been far too cheerful when telling Peter about Harry's return in the coming year and how they could start a business.

He frowned at the thought of a monstrous Osborn once again squashing a brilliant and innovative mind such as Peter's.

Would the cycle repeat?

He scoffed, it seemed like a forgone conclusion.

He had toyed with telling anyone who would listen who Peter really was, but decided against it. Only when Spider-Man was truly alone, when he lay beaten and broken on the ground would there be merit in the truth. When Peter had nothing left, then and only then would he reveal his identity. Other journalists had proposed Peter being Spider-Man, but Peter had somehow always been able to eel out of the accusations. At this point anyone saying Peter Parker was Spider-Man was just some run-of-the-mill lunatic, it would take a public unmasking to convince anyone of the truth.

"Otto Octavius, you have a person who wishes to speak to you." A voice over the intercom said pleasantly.

Otto frowned, but got up.

Every now and then — though now with much much less frequency since the past few months — Peter would come to talk to him and see his old mentor, it wasn't much, but it did make Otto feel the slightest bit of remorse of having caused Peter so much pain. Peter still cared about him, despite all the harm Otto had wrought and all the people who he had killed in his quest for Norman's head. when he caught wind of what happen to May Parker though, shame had filled him. The sweet and kind woman had been a victim of the Devil's Breath Plague that he released, doing nothing but helping those in need and paid for his vengeance with her life. If nothing else, that was what had cemented Peter's inability to forgive Otto; now having a tacit agreement that while they had once been like family, their own actions had forever broken that.

What Otto didn't expect was to see a well-dressed man in a suit in front of him, a visitor badge pinned to his chest.

"Otto Octavius?" The man inquired.

"Obviously." Otto replied curtly, "Unless the incompetence of the fools who run this place is that atrocious or I am deaf."

The man chuckled, "Well I should hope not. Either way, I have come with a... proposition from my employers. A offer for you, as a man of your intellectual caliber, it's nothing more than a travesty for you to waste away in this institution. We offer you a chance to work in our organization. Do — of course — take your time in order to come to a decision, we would much rather have your voluntary cooperation rather than try to force you. You need not worry about your... issues against Norman Osborn or Spider-Man going unfulfilled, we simply desire you help us create... specialized preventative applications to our devices."

Otto frowned, the offer was tempting but he was no fool, faulty neural-chip or no. An offer this good had to have a catch, and he may have been showing his hand a bit quickly, but if he was to be discarded due to health issued, he'd unfortunately have to refuse.

"As loathe as I am to admit it, I have been having certain... issues in regards to my body. Each day that goes by my body loses more and more functionality, it was already losing function before my incarceration, but the deterioration has sped up substantially." Otto grumbled, "If I were to accept this proposal, what guarantee do I have you will not dispose of me once my body stop working entirely? Also, how do you plan do get me out of this facility? Do intend to break the glass and have me hobble behind you? We'd be dead before we even managed to make it to the edge of the water."

The man's smile widened, "Why don't you let us worry about the small details Otto?"


Peter was laughing as he launched barrels into the sky as Sable blasted them with pinpoint accuracy. As the final barrel detonated, Peter jogged into the hanger as he was instructed to adjust the stabilizer so the jet wouldn't crash, lose stability, or overtip due to the laser.

"That should do it." Peter said confidently as the jet hovered into the air, stable and in control.

"All we have to do now is wait for—" Viri began.

He barely had a moment to speak before there was an loud and bright explosion from the front of the ship. Peter grimaced as the hulking figure that was slowly beginning to be visible through the flames stalked forwards. Hammerhead moved fast, it had barely been an hour and a half since the ship had been visible, and thirty minutes finishing the calibrations on the jet. In that time, Hammerhead had apparently managed to gather his forces and either swim — which Peter doubted — or appropriated a boat to get himself here. Either way, it was not time to think about how the mechanical gangster arrived.

But it was time to stop the mechanical gangster.

Hammerhead fired a familiar beam of orange light at Spider-Man and Sable, waving his arm in order to torch as much of the insides as he could. Sable deftly managed to maneuver the jet out of the hangar before Hammerhead could blast it, and Spider-Man leapt out to face Hammerhead on the deck as Viri quickly bled through his suit to form his symbiotic suit. He crouched down and readied himself for Hammerhead's attacks, he wasn't going to go easy on hammerhead this time.

"You two working together now?" The mafia boss sneered, "Cute. But it ain't gonna do you no good against me now."

"Right, cause you could do good without Sable Tech." Peter drawled, "You didn't need to turn yourself into a walking tin can, it just happened to be a good day for it."

"Why not remind him we were failing to overpower him?" Viri sarcastically commented, "It's not like we were actually pushing him back before the jet began to fall."

Hammerhead scowled at the bug, his mechanic parts whirring, "Bug, today is the day you die. Then with Sable under our thumb, New York'll be mine."

He rocketed forwards, but Peter was ready for him. As Hammerhead swung his head down, Peter pivoted and placed his hands against the don's mechanical chest. With his 'stick-em powers' anchoring his feet to the ground and anchoring his hands to the Hammerhead's chest he spun, tossing him against the hangar door. The Mafia boss grunted as he slammed against the metal hard enough to dent them metal and landed on his hand and knees.

"Sable?" Spider-Man queried.

"The laser is down." Sable grumbled.

Peter groaned, "Can you fix it?"

"I am trying!" She snapped.

"Okay..." Peter readied himself, "I guess I'll do the Hammerhead waltz..."

He lunged at the don and smashed a kick into the don's chest, slamming him against the door again. Hammerhead swiped at the spider-themed hero with his hand only for the hero to flip out of range with superhuman grace. Hammerhead growled and knelt a cannon sprouting from his shoulder and launching the same concussive grenades at Spider-Man that the hero encountered in the jet/car chase it the city. Spider-Man darted around on the deck, evading the explosives until Hammerhead stood up and began aiming at the hero.

"I just want to thank you for showing me what I have been doing wrong for years!" Hammerhead mocked, firing beams of orange energy, "If I want to rule this city, I had to modernize. Evolve. Now that I am evolved, I'm going to be the boss I should've always been!"

"I've had enough of your stupid schemes!" Peter grumbled.

"Please shut him up, Peter." Viri complained, "If I hear anymore of his self-serving grandstanding I might go insane."

Peter zipped closer and began to hammer (pun intended) the Don's joints in order to force the Don to his knees. When to the Don tried to punch him or head-butt him, a symbiote-clad waldoe or two moved to block a blow or hold off a hand for just long enough for Spider-Man to move out of range. Each failed attempt to hit the hero only pushed the don's rage to new heights as he chased the arachnid-themed hero around the deck. This was infuriating to the Mafia boss, he should've been able to crush the bug with no trouble. His fancy metal legs should've been nothing — he should've ripped them off the bug's back — when compared to the Sable tech he had traded his body for! How was Spider-Man outdoing him? What made him able to give the Don the runaround as he did? There had to be some secret!

"Nice moves you got there bug!" Hammerhead commented, "Might be a good idea to strip your corpse to see what I can use!"

"Like hell!" Viri snarled gutturally, "Your lucky Peter doesn't want to kill otherwise I'd happily rip that head of yours of your tin body!"

'Don't let him get to you Viri.' Peter cut in, 'He's trying to get under my skin, ignore it. He's only talking big because he thinks he can win.'

It was a bit concerning how protective Viri was, Peter appreciated how much Viri helped him and how much the symbiote cared, but he was worried about what would happen if a situation got too far for Viri to control itself. He hadn't forgotten what Viri had said when they first met, he didn't want to know what a broken symbiosis could be and he was in no hurry to find out.

The Don rocketed forward to launch a punch, but Peter fired a impact webbing to adhere the hand to the ground before firing two more webs, one tagging his skull and the other attaching to the ground. The hero flipped over him and landed on his back before he pulled the webs taut and the Don was bent over backwards awkwardly, grimacing as he was stuck in place.

"Sable!" Peter shouted.

"The laser's online!" She replied, lowering the jet in range.

A stream of blue energy fired from the cannon to hit Hammerhead's skull. Peter grinned as he saw the exposed part of Hammerhead's skull glow orange from the heat.

"What do... you... think you're doing!" Hammerhead demanded as he felt his skull burn.

"Giving your chrome dome a heat shine!" Peter grunted.

"Giving you a soft spot for the Sable tech you love so much!" Viri cackled, "I hope you enjoy it!"

Peter leapt off the Don's back only for the Don to reel in pain from the heat emanating from his skull. Viri had the good sense to withdraw from Peter's hands as he began to hit the Don's in the softened metal. The Don cried out as he felt the almost forgotten feeling of pain in his skull as Spider-Man's blows smashed into his skull. He had felt his jaw broken and pain in his face, but ever since he got the plate in his skull, he had never felt pain from it. Not when he battled with it or swung it into a persons skull. He shook off his surprise to fling his arms out, smacking Peter and sending Spider-Man skidding away as he rose to his feet.

"Keep trying, keep failing!" Hammerhead roared, "I'm invincible!"

Spider-Man rolled to his feet and leapt away as a metal foot smashed into where he had just been. Apparently causing Hammerhead pain from his skull had Hammerhead bristling with rage, annoyance, and fear.

Hammerhead was scared not that they had found a way around the entire reason he was called Hammerhead.

"Peter!" Viri cautioned as Peter's senses caught several mafia goons decked out in Sable's tech clamber onto the ship, "He hasn't come alone!"

Peter fired a web-line to yank himself out of the way of the enraged don's lasers, 'Don't worry. We aren't alone either!'

That proved to be true as Sable began to blast the goons with her jet's regular guns, trusting Spider-Man to handle the don. Hammerhead grumbled at the sight of the jet taking down his reinforcements. He wished he had been a bit more careful before torching the hangar, some jets like that would've been useful. Since the bug had broken Sable free, he made sure to torch all much of the blueprints they had in their possession after rescuing Sable, making the only person who could design that tech again Sable. Hammerhead should have hunted down the bug right after locking up Sable, not resting on his laurels while waiting for Sable to crack. He forced Spider-Man away with a few rocket-assisted rushes and a liberal throwing grenades across the deck.

"Loving your tech Sable." Hammerhead crowed, "Too bad I gotta use it to take you down!"

Spider-Man didn't let him keep talking as he sped into Hammerhead and began to beat on the don's joints with symbiotic strength. As the don staggered, Spider-Man tagged him with several web-lines before tossing him towards the edge of the deck with an over-the-shoulder heave and throw. Hammerhead crashed to the deck with a loud clang of his body on the metal. If Peter kept it up, he would be able to incapacitated the Don in no time. The cybernetics had definitely improved Hammerhead's mobility and speed to new heights but it didn't matter; Hammerhead couldn't keep up. It would have been far more difficult for Peter if he only had his regular suit, but that wasn't the case. With Viri's boost and The Iron Spider's waldoes' assistance, he would be able to run circles around the mafia boss and evade his blows without too much trouble.

"Still no respect!" Hammerhead grunted as sparks flew from where his neck met the metal and he spat to the side and with a contemptuous sneer, "What's it gonna take?"

"You know what I respect?" Peter shot back, "A guy who knows when to quit!"

"Peter, Peter, Peter." Viri chided in amusment, "Don't use such big concepts when talking to him. You'll only confuse the poor fool."

Hammerhead clambered to his feet before he 'flexed' and suddenly shimmering shields flashed into existence all over his body, protecting his body from being attacked.

"That's... just not fair." Viri grumbled.

"Noted." Peter mumbled.

"Try hitting me now bug!" Hammerhead challenged, grinning at Spider-Man.

"Commencing bombing run!" Sable warned.

Peter and Hammerhead both looked at the jet that began raining grenades before leaping clear of the explosions.

"Damn I missed!" Sable snarled.

"Keep 'em coming!" Peter urged, "I'll make sure the next one hits!"

He leapt out of the way of some of Hammerhead's thugs' gunshots as Hammerhead charged after him. Sable flew around and dropped another barrage of grenades. Peter webbed two — one with each hand — chucking one at the don and other at his goons. The explosions disabled Hammerhead's shields as he staggered back while the other grenade sent the goons flying. Spider-Man blitzed forward and lashed out with punishing blows to Hammerhead's joints. The Don crumbled as his cybernetics stalled before he was hit with several shots of impact webbing, locking his body down while Sable's laser hit his skull. He groaned only to Spider-Man to interlock his hands and slam a double-handed blow down on his head.

"That a good enough try Chrome-dome?" Peter quipped.

The don ripped himself free of the webbing as the shield once again flickered on and shredded the webs apart. He fired streams of energy at the hero ant the jet, trying to keep them from mounting a coordinated offense against him. He grinned savagely as some more of his forces clambered onto the deck to rush the hero. He could still turn this around with enough manpower, he just need to handle the bug and then he could focus on Sable.

"I'll give you one last chance!" He shouted cockily, "Join me, or die!"

"Oh shut up already!" Peter barked as he flung one of Hammerhead's own goons into the Don way.

The Don's swiped the goon aside with contemptuous ease, when suddenly a hail of grenades landed right on the Don, causing his shields to fail once agains and his body to lurch forward from the impact. Spider-Man didn't squander the opportunity and sprinted out of the throng of mafia — leaving a suspension matrix to keep them held off — to rush the boss and slam blows into his legs. As Hammehead stumbled, the arachnid-themed hero launched an uppercut the don before once again webbing his hand to the ground and then forcing him back into his bent posture he was in before. Sable lowered and fired only for the beam to suddenly wane and spark as the cannon began to fail.

"No!" Sable growled in frustration, " No, not now!"

"Sable?" Peter called in worry.

"The laser is down. Wait. I have an idea, hold him there!" She shouted as she flew to gain distance from her ship.

"Then what?" Peter grunted as the Don tried to pull himself free and his suspension matrix began to wane.

"Be ready to jump!" She replied shortly.

"Wait!" Peter yelped as he saw the jet straight towards him, "What?"

"Peter, she intends to ram the jet into him!" Viri cried in a panic.

"Now!" Sable shouted as she locked the jet into full throttle right after she leapt out of the cockpit.

Peter let go and used the Don's back as a springboard to get as much distance as possible from the inevitable crash. Hammerhead had no time to do anything but widen his eyes before the jet slammed into him and smashed into a tower on the side of the ship. Peter watched wide-eyed as an explosion that absolutely dwarfed the explosion that Hammerhead caused when he boarded the ship erupted. He saw Sable draw her guns and gun down the goons who were in a state of panic-stricken paralysis as the the flames raged across the deck. She reloaded just as Peter leapt to land next to her, all waldoes extended as he expected the Don to appear.

And he did, much the worse for wear.

His armor was blackened and scorched from the flames that danced across his burnt metal body as sparks flew erratically from the various cracks and dents that decorated his body. He panted heavily as his heavy footfalls clanged ominously against the deck, he lifted his head to scowl at the two people who had ruined everything he had meticulously planned. Before he could even try to make an attack, electricity erupted from his body and danced across his limbs as he cried out in shock. He body shuddered and twitched as he collapsed to his knees eyes wide in horror. A final burst of electricity sparked and he fell onto his back, eyes closed and features slack.

Peter felt a feeling of nausea himself.

Was hammerhead even alive anymore? His body wasn't exactly giving any signs of 'life', he didn't need to breath and his cybernetics seemed to have utterly failed. His face was utterly still, not even twitching.

Had he just killed Hammerhead?

"Peter." Viri voiced soothingly, "No. Don't you dare start this now."

He forced himself to look away and at Sable who stared at the broken man in what could only be disgust and cold pity. She looked up and met his gaze as he felt his eyes on her.

"You have any dinner plans?" He joked weakly, "I know a great pizza place."

The rebellion's leader rolled her eyes and stalked away, "I must return to Symkaria."

"Right." Peter said, voice low, "You have a war to fight."

"I don't like to fight." She sighed gustily, "I do what I have to do in order to help my people."

"I know." Peter said voice somewhat lighter, "That's what heroes do."

Sable turned to the masked vigilante, eyes wide for a split-second before schooling her face into a small smirk.

"I am no hero." She almost chuckled, "But you have taught me a few things."

"Oh yeah?" Peter replied, amused, "Like what?"

"Like how to disarm my enemies with bad jokes." She quipped at him.

Peter could help the grin under his mask before riposting, "Actually they're GOOD jokes, but I understand humor can be subjective."

Sable smiled and Peter couldn't help the pride and satisfaction that bubbled up in his chest at the simple expression. Not the smirks of amusement or the scoffs in irritation, but a tired and hard-earned, amused and happy, real and thankful smile nonetheless.

"Thank you, Spider-Man." Sable said seriously and held out her hand, "For everything."

Peter shook her hand before he spread his arms for a hug and Sable rolled her eyes again and said, "I don't do hugs."

Spider-Man was happy his mask covered his blush, "Yeah, right. Of course...Hey mind giving me a ride? I'd swim but the river smell take forever to get out of my suit!"


MJ sighed as the airport was just a few steps away, she had hoped to see Peter, but she knew Hammerhead was such a huge problem. That he would never forgive himself if someone got hurt while he could be out there helping save people.

She sigh, "Oh well."

"Well what?" A familiar voice chimed in.

She whirled to see Peter behind her, his brown eyes bright, "Sorry I almost missed it, but I managed to convince Sable to give me a lift to this part of town and a bit of high-pace web-slinging got me the rest of the way here."

She smiled as she leapt at him and wrapped her arms around him, eyes closed and face nestled in her shoulder. His arms folded around her and rested his cheek on her head as they just stood for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

"I don't want you to go." He whispered.

"I don't want to leave you either." She whispered back.

They shared a kiss before they pressed their foreheads together with their eyes closed.

"Be safe." Peter said, "Don't get hurt okay?"

"I'll stay safe." Mary-Jane replied, "I promise."