This is the first time I ever wrote about comic book characters, I mostly write about videogames and anime series even so I'm a huge fan of Marvel since the shows that aired on cartoon network.
The universe I'm using is an almagation of many canons except the MCU. But the character I want to focus on is on Ben Reilly, a character that is very underrated and wasted in the comics. One of the problems is that Ben is essentially another Spiderman in every sense of the word and that really annoys me, Kaine at the very least is an edgier version of spider-man but at least it has an identity of his own. So I decided to give this iteration of Ben his own persona that different him from the OG Spiderman and even Kaine.
Please, let me know what you think and if you want give a look to my other works.
Chapter 1: A spider comes to the big city
New York is the most populated city in the United States, with a population over 8 million distributive over 300.46 square miles (or 778.2 km²). Making it also the densest populated major city in the country. Located at the southern tip of the State of New York, the city is the center of the New York metropolitan area, the largest metropolitan area in the world by urban area. With over 20 million people in its metropolitan statistical area and 23,582,649 in its combined statistical area as of 2020, New York is one of the world's most populous megacities.
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New York City traces its origins to a trading post founded on the southern tip of Manhattan Island by Dutch colonists in approximately 1624. The settlement was named New Amsterdam (Dutch: Nieuw Amsterdam) in 1626 and was chartered as a city in 1653. The city came under English control in 1664 and was renamed New York after King Charles II of England granted the lands to his brother, the Duke of York. The city was regained by the Dutch in July 1673 and was renamed New Orange for one year and three months; the city has been continuously named New York since November 1674. New York City was the capital of the United States from 1785 until 1790, and has been the largest U.S. city since 1790. The Statue of Liberty greeted millions of immigrants as they came to the U.S. by ship in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and is a symbol of the U.S. and its ideals of liberty and peace. In the 21st century, New York has emerged as a global node of creativity, entrepreneurship, and environmental sustainability, and as a symbol of freedom and cultural diversity.
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Situated on one of the world's largest natural harbors, New York City is composed of five boroughs, each of which is coextensive with a respective county of the State of New York. The five boroughs—Brooklyn (Kings County), Queens (Queens County), Manhattan (New York County), the Bronx (Bronx County), and Staten Island (Richmond County)—were created when local governments were consolidated into a single municipal entity in 1898. The city and its metropolitan area constitute the premier gateway for legal immigration to the United States. As many as 800 languages are spoken in New York, making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world. New York is home to more than 3.2 million residents born outside the United States, the largest foreign-born population of any city in the world as of 2016. As of 2019, the New York metropolitan area is estimated to produce a gross metropolitan product (GMP) of $2.0 trillion. If the New York metropolitan area were a sovereign state, it would have the eighth-largest economy in the world. New York is home to the highest number of billionaires of any city in the world.
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The information above is what can you easily find when you search 'New York City' on a web searcher. On Wikipedia to be exactly. There is information about NYC that you can't easily find or if it is, people choose to ignore it. For example: Sexual assault crimes went up 256% from last year. And this is a statistic that rise every year.
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And the organized crime….movies, novels, games and tv shows made the city the center of all those kind of stories. Which are mostly true. Plenty of neighborhoods and boroughs are controlled in the shadows by different organizations. Of course, the media and the authorities will never confirm this even when the reality was so obvious and on their faces. The Italians. The Russians. The triads, for say a few. Those where the names that pop out constantly on the street and the news
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The authorities were trying their best to stop them, but they were smart. They know how the system work and used it for their benefit. Those who wanted to stop them often face a legal wall that tied their hands.
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Although, they were certain people who fight against them outside the law. Accordingly to the law, they were 'Vigilantes' but the common people and the press called them 'Superheroes'. The most famous of them was a web slinger crime fighter by the name of Spider-woman. She was by far the most known, mostly because she show herself constantly in public. As a matter of fact, she first appeared on a talent show before being a heroine. Although, they were rumors about a man in black fighting at night in Hell's kitchen who was getting a lot of buzz but no one decided if he was real or not.
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That was the current situation of New York City. But outside the information you could get from books.
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He doesn't know any of this stuff.
*THUD*
Three days. Fourteen hours. Thirty six minutes. And five seconds. That was his time. He was touching a concrete wall. He had finally reached land. Our unknown character climbed the wall. Dozens of cargo blocks were pile up around him. A cargo zone, he deduced.
He was completely soaked with salt water. The person was really small like five foot tall (1.5 meters). A very small size for a man meaning he was a teen. Or pre-teen. No one could tell honestly. He was wearing a red bodysuit that covered his entire body. It was very tight, it made all his muscles pop up too much. He was in top physical condition, it was unbelievable than a teen could have such body. Perhaps was a very tiny man?
"Hey! Who are you?!" Two men came towards him, for what he could tell for their uniforms they should be working on this place. "You're not allow to be here!"
"And what the hell are you wearing?"
"Tell me that this isn't a video prank…."
The men were throwing words that he couldn't comprehend. It didn't help that the temperature was high.
"Wait….are you one of those freaks on costume? Like Spider-woman and the devil of hell's kitchen."
"The devilman is not real."
"Yes he is! People saw him two days ago, stopping a robbery on a thai restaurant!"
"Whatever, hey. Leave this place or I'm calling security." He said but the boy didn't respond, he stare at them in silence. "Are you fucking with us? Get out!"
"Fuck this, I'm calling Ramirez." One of the grab his cellphone and dial. He concluded that these two men were calling for security. If guards came to them, he will engage in battle. Something that will not benefit him.
He must flee.
So he jumped over the two men. He extended his arm and a fluid came out from it. It was a fluid similar to spider-web. The boy hook up on one of the upper containers and swing away from the docks.
"Jameson is fucking right, that spider-woman is starting to corrupt people."
"I shouldn't leave my phone on the desk…"
Sounds
Sounds of cars moving around. Of their claxons. The screams of drivers insulting each other. Cellphones ringing. People pushing each other in order to get somewhere. Plenty of lights stimulated his eyes.
Civilians were looking at him with awe, some took pictures of him for a reason unknown to him.
He decided to enter into one of the establishments he saw. Its name was "Dollar dog", odd name because they weren't any dogs around. It was a restaurant. He looked at the menu hanging over counter. For what he read, the store sell an aliment by the name of "Hot dog' and its variants. He hadn't eat nothing and he desire to eat but there was a problem: He didn't have currency.
Stealing food was easy for him but that will bring him problems with the authorities, so it wasn't a reasonable option.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!" A man yelled at him behind the counter, presumably the clerk. "If you are not going to buy anything then get the hell out! You're brothering my costumers!" His costumers were 4 people, 3 eating on a table and other ordering. "And what the fuck are you wearing?! Are you a spider-woman fan or what?"
Spider-woman? A name that he was unfamiliar with. What kind of resemblance they find with him and her? He was male, not female. So the comparison didn't make sense unless there was something that he was unaware of.
"Give me your money! You're getting assault by the Bodega bandit and the Bandido!" A man come inside the store with a knife. His smell…it was horrid. It was the smell of rotten garbage and excrement. His clothes were precarious, instead of a thief the man looked like vagabond.
And why the hamster on his shoulder was wearing a mask and a hat?
The bodega bandit didn't feel like a threat to him. Physically speaking, he was below average. He wasn't on shape, in all senses of the word. He was just armed with a knife. If you take the knife off, he will be defeated by the clerk.
"Who is this guy?" The bandit looked at him with curiosity. The boy wondered why no one was nervous or scared of being robbed? The only reaction he saw was the clerk who looked annoyed by him, like he lived this situation before. "You ain't spider-woman!" He pointed his knife at his face, but he still didn't feel dangerous. "I want the real deal, not a knock-off!"
"I wondered what my day needed." The thief was pull out from the store by a web, he follow the track and saw on the street a disguised female. She was wearing a black and white spandex-suit with a white hood. Her face was hide behind a mask. "How are you out? You got arrested last week!"
The bodega bandit rushed towards her with his knife but she grabbed his arm with ease and knock him with a fist to his chin.
"I hope that this isn't become my Mondays…" She webbed the criminal to the ground with no precautions. He noticed something about her web. Hers wasn't like his. Just by looking at them, he could tell that they were completely artificial and not organic. That kind of webs couldn't last too long.
The most logical choice was to secure him with his own webs.
*Twip*
"WOAH!" The woman yelled, completely shocked by seeing another webs trapping the bandit. "Y-You did that?!" He was surprised that she just notice him. "Oh my god….How are you?! You look like a twelve year old!"
As a matter of fact, she made a very good question. One that he didn't have the answer for.
"Please, tell me that you are not another of that fans of me….I have enough with Jameson saying that I corrupt the youth, the last thing I need is a kid playing to be hero…"
Why she was so dreadful worried about him? She didn't know him and he didn't know her either. There was no relationship between them.
"Listen, just go home and try not to do anything stupid." The spider female jump and swing her way out. He still have questions about her so he decided to follow her by doing the same. She was good at swinging, she must have being doing this for a while.
"Look is spider-woman!" Someone yell at them, confirming to him that the female was indeed the spider-woman that he heard before.
"Who is that guy?"
"Maybe is her sidekick?"
"What the-WOAH! When did you get here?!" It was shocking how long she took to realize of his presence, he was even trying to be subtle. "W-Where did you learn how to swing like that? Wait, no! I told you to go home!"
An impossible request, because he lack a living place. Or any kind of material goods.
"NYPD! FREEZE!" A police officer point his gun at them. "To the ground! Both of you!" He was shaking, the man was terrified for some reason.
"Calm down, buddy. Don't need to panic!"
"D-Don't tell me to calm down!"
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
The police officer shoot at them, both of them dodged the bullets. He could tell that the man was a novice, not only for how bad he aim but the simple fact that he was shooting in broad day at the sidewalk with dozens of civilians present. A car got hit by one of the bullets, provoking that he loses control of the vehicle.
Plenty of drivers started to panic, thankfully the spider-woman reacted on time. She shoot her webs to stop the cars from crashing with each other. Thankfully, she avoid an accident.
But that still left the police officer who didn't put down his weapon. He was shaking and his eyes were wide open, meaning that he was completely in shock. A horrible scenario, he was so sensitive that he was a danger to everyone around him.
The police officer couldn't be allow to hold that pistol anymore.
Killing him wasn't a choice, there was no intention of causing this problem and he acted by instinct. No malice revolve. Hurting him was a bad choice as well. Even with that reckless action, harming a police officer could bring him consequences on the long road.
Or maybe he shouldn't focus on the person but rather on the gun.
So he choose to dash towards the man and swing his arm to the pistol. The man yelled at him and pull the trigger but to his surprise nothing came out. And it wasn't that he was out of bullets, was he lacked was a barrel.
"H-How did you-?"
"Are you insane?!" Spider woman webbed the police officer to the ground. "Someone could have died!"
"P-P-Please don't kill me!"
"Kill you? Buddy, when all your pals see on the news what you just did. Trust me, nothing that Jameson says that I do, will compare of what the internet will do to you." She kneel close to him and grab his radio. "48, we've got 10-10 and a possibly 11-81 at Wison wave. Please send an ambulance."
"Got it, 78. Units and medics on your way."
"That settle it. Little dude, I want to talk to you. IN PRIVATE." She made that last part very clear. Spider-woman jumped and flee the scene. He soon follower her after, she take them to the top a random building. "Ok, first of all: Who the hell are you?"
A reasonable question, one that he doesn't have a proper answer. Mostly, because he lack an identity.
*Snap* *Snap*
"I make you a question? Who are you supposed to be? Spider-boy?" For some reason, he find that name extremely repulsive. "And where did you get those web-shooters? Did you make them?" She tried to touch her wrist, but he stopped her hand by reflect. "That's quite the grip, buddy."
The boy stared at her mask with curiosity. He needed to know about her face, it was vital to see if she has his face. He put his hand on her mask, trying to guess the shape behind it.
"eeeh….What you're doing?" He ignored her words, for what he could tell she had soft and tender features, meaning that she was young. But, how much? He put his fingers under her mask- "Woah! Watch it!" She slap his hands away. "First superhero rules: Don't take off a superhero's mask!"
She looked offended, maybe he went too far? No. It didn't matter, he will know what she look like. He tried to touch her mask again but she slap his hands again. He didn't give up and keep trying, until one of her slap didn't manage to fully put away and he end up touching her left breast.
They were surprisingly small.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" She was about to slap him but he blocked her arm and kick her in the chest. The spider-woman was send to the edge of the rooftop by his kick. On the ground, she was grabbing her ribs. "Shit….you are actually the real deal…." Slowly, she stood up again and raise her arms. "Alright, two question: How did you that? And who are you?"
Her stance was to average. Too many openings, did she have any fighting experience? Now she was shooting webs at him. She is being hostile towards him.
She is an enemy now.
He dodged her webs, her aim was also average. Does she have any training? Regardless, he decided to ignore those question and close rapidly their distance. Her eyes couldn't been seen but her mask allow her to show how surprise she was when he got closer. She tried to punch him but he grab her forearms. When he touch them, he realized why her webs looks so artificial. Under her sleeves, he could feel devices attached to her wrists. Putting some force in his hands, sparkles were coming out of her devices and web flew out of control.
The boy step back a little to avoid the mess, something that his opponent couldn't. She was wide open and he wouldn't miss the chance. He jumped and grabbed her head. With the impulse, he push her face to his knee cap. It was a direct hit to her nose and mouth.
But it didn't stop there. Once again he jumped but this time he was too high. Two web shots come out of his body, they both trapped the girl into the ground. Using the impulse force, he fly towards her and landed on the top of her, breaking the floor and falling to the down floor.
He proceed to constantly punch her face, he strike her six times. The boy stopped, she wasn't moving and her white mask was red because of her blood. Now he could see her face without inconveniences.
Our protagonist took off her mask and what he found…..was a face that wasn't his. Their physical similitudes were the blond hair and white skin, nothing more. He open one of her eyes, hers were blue and his were yellow.
This was a completely waste of his time and energy.
You gotta face it tiger, face it tiger!
It's all you got!
You gotta face it tiger, face it tiger!
It's your last shot!
You gotta face it tiger, face it tiger!
You hit the jackpot!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Suddenly, he hear a woman singing. He look around the floor but they were alone. Then he realized that the song came from the unconscious girl. He search her body and found that she had a cellphone. On the screen were the letters that conform the word 'Dad'. He touched the screen and hang the call.
Maybe this wasn't as useless as he thought.
Keeping her cellphone end up being incredible productive. During the last hours, he used her phone to get the most amount of information available, not before he deleted her contacts and rid off its GPS. He investigated about Spider-woman and why people compared them since his arrival.
Her first appearance was on a talk show where she did a musical performance on the ceiling. Literally, her drums and body were hanging from the roof. She got extremely good reception, plenty of people were her fans and were expecting to see her musical career to expand until she was charged for the murder of Peter Benjamin Parker 4 months ago. Although, they were plenty of people who didn't think that she murder Peter Parker.
Honestly, he didn't care. Murder or not, that wasn't one of his problems.
During the past months, she was combating criminals and saving people. Some catalogued under the title of 'Superheroine'. Accordingly for what he gather, a superhero/heroine is a powerful individual that uses their power and/or skills to help people and fight crime. And another thing he found is that all those kind of people were costumes and hide behind a mask.
His body suit was extremely similar to the costumes that superheros usually wear and the face part of his bodysuit completely cover his face could pass a mask.
Was he a superhero and he didn't know it? No, because he hasn't helping civilians since he got here. Should he start helping people now? Should he be a hero?
*GrrrRRR*
It was late and he hasn't eat yet. Where could he get some food?
"*Gruuu* *Gruuu*"
At his side, a pigeon landed. It was resting after flying for who knows that long. The bird was completely ignoring the spider boy sitting beside it.
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The animal couldn't comprehend at time that it was being pull by a web. On his hands, he immediately break the pigeon's neck and proceed to covered it in webs. Now with the animal envolved into a web ball, he ate it or swallow it to be more exactly. He didn't chew it, he just put it in his mouth and swallowed.
It will fulfilling him for a while.
His hunger was resolved but he still had the doubt of what to do next. Should he help people and become one of those superheroes? He already possess abilities that could considerate powers and people already believe he was one by how he dressed.
Then the only thing that he needed was to help a person or to stop a crime.
So he travel across the city, watching the night streets, looking for something that will help him to become a hero.
If he became a superhero, in what way it could benefit him?
"Stop!" He heard a scream, he look down at the street and saw two officers pursuing a hooded man. "You're under arrest, stop resisting!" The criminal was being chase because he committed a crime and resist an arrest was considerate a crime itself.
Two crime committed by the same person. If being a Hero requires to stop crimes, then this individual was the best to start for the amount of crimes.
He follow the criminal from above, he was very fast and agile. What surprise him was that the police officers looked too angry, what did he do to make them feel that emotion?
The criminal went inside an alley, trying his best to escape the officers. IT worked for them.
But not for him.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He captured the criminal with his webs and pull him towards him. They were both far from the streets, around 10 meters from the ground. "Oh god! OH GOD!" He was terrified of him. His hood fell down and what he saw…
…was a child. He was an African American teenager who couldn't be older than thirteen years old. He was shaking in fear and had tears on his face. His hands were dirty and smell of chemicals, they have unnatural colors like yellow and pink. That when he realized that what he was smelling was paint, for spray can for being more exactly.
"I'm sorryI'msorry." The boy was apologizing between tears. "Please don't hurt me!"
He wasn't going to hurt him, he was a criminal but there was no need of violence. It was just a matter of bring him to the authorities.
"I'm going to fucking kill that stupid brat!" He hear one of the police screaming in rage. He looked at the street and both police officers had their weapons unsheat. That…wasn't a normal reaction for vandalism. IT was something…feral on them.
The boy was a criminal and they were police officers, it was correct to deliver the boy to them after committing a crime. It was logical to do. IT was what he was supposed to do.
"Hey the hell did he go?!"
"He couldn't go too far! Let's split!" The two men took different ways. They didn't know that a on a roof a couple of building away were the two boys seeing everything for afar. The black kid was on the edge, he was looking the police men running away from them.
The boy sighed in relief, he was on his knees and grabbing his forehead.
This was a horrible decision. The boy was a criminal, heroes stop criminals they don't help them. Why did he commit such a reckless act?
"Dude, thank you so much…" The boy was looking at him, still tearing up. "I was painting a wall until I heard something. Then those two start chasing me…!" He was still shaking. "I always thought that it was exaggeration whenever they told me that cops are racists but…"
Racism? Why? Why did he have to be discriminated for?
"W-Who are you? I never see you on the news? Are a new superhero?"
Was he? He….he didn't know.
"Ehhh….are you listing to me?"
He didn't why he save him, he didn't know if he was a superhero. He didn't know why he escape from their conversation. The boy was yelling at him but he ignored him, he…he wanted to go away.
So he did.
He didn't have a destiny, he just went with no direction.
He jumped and swing for….how did he don't know? Why was he so disturbed? What caused it?
He stop inside an alley. Inside of it was a broken mirror. He looked at his own reflection. He saw his bodysuit. His mask. There was something that he never did before. He put his finger on his neck and start to remove the fabric.
The mirror showed a young boy who face was his. Blonde long hair that cover his neck. White skin with no imperfections. And his of the yellow color.
It was his face.
They have the same face.
For an hour he stare at the mirror and didn't say nothing.
He looked at the buildings, he extended his hand and….didn't shoot anything. He didn't want to swing anymore. So he walked, like a human. The others still see him oddly but there was a new face that the women didn't do before: They were blushing.
*FOOOOSH*
A burst of wind pass across the city, grabbing anything on its sight. A piece of paper went flying towards him at full speed but he catch it before it hit his face. Now on his head, he realized that the paper was actually money. Five dollars.
His stomach started to rumble, once again he was hungry. He remembered that place that he went earlier.
His legs took him to the restaurant named "Dollar Dog", thankfully there wasn't any costumers so he could order without waiting.
"Good night, can I take your order?" The clerk from the same mourning asked. He didn't seem to recognize him without his mask. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to say something?"
That's right, he had to talk to-
"FREEEZE!" Like it was a Deja-vu, a thief come inside and point a gun at the clerk. "G-Give your money! All of it!" His voice sounded nervous but mostly terrified. How? He definitely had advantage against the clerk.
"Calm down, I'll give you the money. Don't hurt that boy, ok?"
"J-Just give me the money, Albie!"
"O-Hold on….Marco?!" The thief eyes were wide open. "No way. You're Flint Marko!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!"
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why are you doing this?" For the first time in days, he talked. The two adults stared at the young boy. "What kind of profit you could get from a low class establishment? You are shaking, you're being extremely reckless and unprofessional. The possibilities that your robbery fail are extremely high. Especially when you're using a fake gun and the clerk know your identity. The only way to avoid detention is that you kill us both, which is impossible with your fake revolver and even if you managed to find a way to kill us, you will be commit robbery and first degree murder. Only if you do it, and they are multiple security cameras that will record all your actions. And by the level of your incompetence, you will definitely leave enough evidence behind that the Police will use to track you down. I repeat, why are you doing this?"
The man known as Flint Marko look at the boy's yellow eyes. For some reason, he got freeze when he saw them. Like he was in a trance of sorts.
"Oh god…oh god…." His eyes started to tear up and in a matter of second he was on his knees. "Jesus…"
"Flint…what's going on?" The clerk come out of his bar and walked toward the crying man. "Is Keima that bad?"
"We need money, Albie! She needs that heart and I can't give it to her!"
"Calm down, man! Shit, j-just calm down!"
"How can I be calm?! My baby is dying and I can't do shit!"
"I will give you money, but I don't think that-"
"How much money do you need?"
"Eh?"
"How much money does your daughter need for her operation?"
"W-What? What you're-?"
"Tell me."
"….500000 dollars."
"In which hospital does she reside?"
"In NYC Health + care in Brooklyn…w-Why are you trying to…?"
"I assume that your daughter's full name is Keima Marko."
"I-It is…"
"Very well. In two hours your daughter will receive an anonymous donation that will save her life."
"Do you have that money?!"
"Not yet." He walked slowly toward the exit. "Flint Marko, discard your mask and your fake gun and go back with your daughter. By the end of the day, she will have the funds for her operation." He extended his arm and swing away.
He grabbed the cellphone and search for the most known gangs that resides this area of the city.
Two hours later, one of the nurse of the night shift ran towards one of the resident's room when she heard a mirror being broken. The room was the 877, which had a seven year old girl connected to a bypass waiting for a donator. All the staff had their eyes wide open when they saw on the middle of the room a bag full of money.
The nurse grabbed the back and read a note attached to it that reads:
"From a spider for Keima Marko."
They immediately called the girl's parents and the director of the hospital. No one knew how this happen but the money inside the bag surpassed the cost that girl needed for her operation. Keima's mother was crying when she heard that their little girl was going to live a full life. But Flint Marko's mind was elsewhere, he remember that little boy who talked to him and made him stop. He and Albie were dumbfounded when they saw that kid swinging like he was spider-woman. Imagine his reaction when the boy keep up with his word.
Still, he decided to not say nothing about it. He didn't know his name but he thank him inside his head.
Miles away from the hospital, the scene wasn't heartwarming. A man once heard that inside these old building was a gang that deals with cocaine and used poor people to distribute it, even with children. 4 children were already on the hospital because of those drugs, even if they survive, the damages of their bodies will be permanent. He made a choice. They weren't going to hurt no one anymore.
A man in black went inside the building, he could heard at least forty different heartbeats on the top floor. But something was wrong with them. Something was wrong with their breathing and he could smell blood. Actually, it was too strong.
He walked faster and enter that room. To his surprise, they were all defeated. The smell of powder and steel impregnate the walls, all of them were fighting against….something. Whatever or whoever it was, they hurt them very badly. The reason why their breathing was irregular was because their wounds. Broken bones, performed lungs and multiples traumatism is what he find with his senses.
Thankfully, no one was dead.
Another thing, the money that they save was stolen.
That same night, the NYPD received an anonymous call from a cellphone that they heard gunshots inside a building. When they arrive, they immediately have to make another call but this time to an ambulance.
On another building, the man in black was re-thinking about what he found tonight. All those crooks brutalized. The missing money. The first theory would be an attack from a rival gang or the mobs. But what destroyed that first theory were all the spider webs all over the room. He wondered: Why would spider-woman steal all that money?
No one could answer that. Not even Captain Stacy who was having a horrible night. Earlier today he tried to call his daughter but she didn't pick up. The first and the second time he could excuse but at the fifth call is when he lose his patience. He called one of her friends and she told him that she didn't know where she was and that she couldn't reach her either. He was angry and now he was livid. But before he could think all the things he will yell at her, he received a call from one of his officers.
He answered with bad mood. And then he could felt how his heart fell to his testicles.
His daughter was on a hospital, she passed out on the middle of the street and for what they told him he was assaulted. When she reached the hospital, she was awake but she was a mess. Her face bloody and full of bruises. The Stacy hugged each other, his daughter told him that she was mug today and they stole her cellphone. He told them that he didn't care, that all that was important is that he was now with her.
But the daughter was not okay, she was bad beyond her physical wounds. Some random kid on a spider suit beat the crap out of her and stole her cellphone! The fact that there was someone that could beat her so easily made her worried. Yet what terrified her the most is when she woke up, her mask was removed.
He knew how she look behind the mask. And if he had her phone and figure out of to unblock it, her true name as well.
Yet, it didn't feel as bad as lying to her dad.
Speaking of dads, the officer who called the Captain was Jefferson Davis. He immediately recognize the girl from the photos on Stacy's desk. He couldn't phantom how horrible and powerless he must feel right now. Although he could relate. His own son attended the same school as hers. He loved him but….the boy have a lot of problems.
While on the hospital, he got a call from his wife to tell him that his son come late home and was shaking in fear. He drive to his home and went inside his son's room. Before he could say something, his boy hugged like he never did before. Something happen to him, the way he grabbed, his shaking and his tears.
He didn't ask what happen but he knew that his boy needed.
All these scenes, all these perspectives, all this problems happen without the provoker knowledge. He was alone on a homeless camp behind a church. All these people were sleeping on the floor, covering themselves with what they could find.
He search for an empty spot and he lay down there. The spider boy looked a night sky and for the first time he let his eyes rest.
