An Arachnids Adventure
Chapter - 4 - A Doctor's Visit - Part 1.
The Parker Residence
Four Months Later
"Peter! Get up, We've got a busy day ahead of us!" May's voice was heard spreading throughout the Parker Residence.
May, in the Kitchen, could be seen preparing a light breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon. She was standing in the kitchen doorway facing the stairwell, hands cupped around her mouth, hollering for Peter to wake up.
Ben not to be seen, had already left for work earlier in the morning. Leaving May to do the rest of the Morning chores by her lonesome, at least until Peter had woken up himself.
Peter, hearing his Aunt's voice calling for him, automatically called out in response.
"I'm up Aunt May! I'm up!"
May, having heard Peter's response lowered her hands and replied. "Peter, would you be a dear and take out the trash!"
Peter, finally awakening from his groggy state heard May's Request and replied.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
May, hearing his response chuckled lightly and went back to the stove, finishing off the eggs. May looked out the window, the sun still hadn't risen and shown the glorious morn it's splendorous rays.
Peter finally waking up entirely, looked at his surroundings and noticed that he wasn't in bed.
Instead, he had awoken half-bent over his desk, in front of him lay open textbooks and scratch paper galore. The only recognizable book in the pile would be his school administrated Pre-Calculus book off to the side. The reason it would be recognizable would have to be the fact, that it was currently closed and seemingly untouched
Peter, seeing this mess, learned from his past mistakes in which Aunt May had come into his room and 'cleaned up' all his materials. Making Peter lose all his un-bookmarked pages of work. Peter began to clear the mess, 'organizing' it in a manner he could seemingly continue with later. Closing all the books, one could finally see the titles upon their covers.
At the top of the formation of the books lay "An Introductive Course to Physics" and beneath it in a triangle formation lay, "Electricity and its Properties", "Trigonometry 1", "Advanced Calculus" and finally beneath that triangle lay a still opened "Engineering and it's Many Fields".
Peter closed the final book and noticed once more a name present on all of these books, all on the same page, the books opening blank page, Written in neat and pretty Cursive, Sue Storm, Peter seeing this name was reminded of the origin of all these books, they all came from his 'Doctor', Doctor Storm, thinking back on these things Peter was almost whisked away by memories, before he heard a yell, coming from outside his window, awakening him from his stupor.
Thinking to himself, 'What time is it?', Peter looked towards his Alarm clock and saw 5:27, Peter thought, 'Who's yelling out this early in the morning?'
Peter now awake entirely, rose from his desks chair and went around the house picking up the trash from every single bin in both bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen and then the outside bins. Peter went out through the back door of the kitchen which led to a small chain-link fenced-in concrete patch. Peter reached over the Five-foot tall fence and lifted the trash can lids and dropped the trash into them. Showing exactly how tall Peter had grown in recent times, seemingly hitting another growth spurt, reaching a crisp 5'7, standing only a few inches shorter than most adult men, though he still retained his fit yet slim body build. Though if Peter were to put on some muscle weight and grow some attractive body muscle he'd be the perfect adolescent, male model body type. Giving even some top stars a run for their money.
Peter, having finished his chore, was walking towards the door, hoping to wash his hands and eat some breakfast once back inside.
["You are not welcome here!"]
Peter, before he could put his hand on the doorknob, heard another yell, this one more piercing and feminine then prior, Peter, also being able to make out the words, heard this voice and found it familiar.
This was Anna's voice, aged and tired but no doubt this was his Aunt Anna's voice.
Peter, before he was aware of it, found himself in his homes sideyard looking across the street.
He saw something that chilled him to his core, A man, tall and burly was seen outside Anna's and MJ's home, wielding a crowbar and yelling curses at the two who 'somehow' Peter could see across the street, through their front doors stained glass window.
in his panic Peter heard something….something wretched...yet welcoming...a..breathing, ragged and labored, each puff of air he heard somehow magically calmed down his already heightened nerves.
This breathing grew louder and more apparent with every millisecond that he heard it, if someone in the surroundings were to hear it, they would notice that this 'noise' akin to a tigers wheezing and a warthogs panting, was coming from none other than Peter himself, from Peter's mouth that was wide open gasping for breath, seemingly fighting against something, if that person were to gaze at Peters' eyes they would soon notice a dark color begin to take over his brilliant blue pupils.
Before he knew it, he had blacked out…
In the Astral Realm
A large green Arachnid could be seen standing over the "Web of Destiny's" center, looking down confused, curious and concerned. Before she could call out for her siblings she felt an abrupt change in her surrounding's, the web's surrounding 'air' altering completely, she, amongst the closest of her siblings to the 'web', felt the change more so than anyone else.
[Riiiiiiiiip]
A hurried and rushed tear through space soon appeared behind her, she, the Weaver was almost startled for if she didn't feel the Aura of her closest sibling, she would have thought the web was under attack.
This tear was created far too quickly and sloppily, a danger not only to the 'Walker' of the rift but the surroundings as well. Her siblings would never rush through such a danger unless it was of the utmost importance.
The weaver, now looking towards the Rift, saw her largest and closest sibling come rushing through it, appearing completely unharmed, once more proving his place as the strongest amongst the five, even with his current weak state.
"Sister! My connection to the 'Champion' it's being rushed!"
"!"
The Weaver hearing this finally put two and two together, whether it be the web's changes or her brothers' antics.
"Sister that is not all! He is connecting to my old divinity!"
"..."
The weaver hearing this went 'Pale', or at least as pale as a luminescent green Arachnid-like creature could go.
"Sister, I can feel it, he is 'dragging' the 'Titans' power towards himself, he even seems to be subconsciously doing so!"
"Come quickly Brother, if what you say is true, you and I both will need to be in the center of the web to stabilize its current condition, then we will need to stabilize the 'Champions' emotions, after all, if he is calling the 'Titans' power with his own strength, subconsciously at that, then he must be going through an immense amount of raucous emotions, wrath, fear, hatred...he will need us."
"...Yes, sister...I'm sorry, I've let you down...I tried to bury that accursed power... "
"No...the power of negativity was there long before you and I were around, the fact that the 'Champion', the future wielder of all of our strengths can fall to its grasp is proof enough. It's just that the negativity close enough to him was your own. Do not belittle the dark forces of our Multi-universes, before you and after you, they will exist, do not abandon your new path, for its road leads just as far as that of your past."
"Yes, Sister."
At the Watson Residence, Queens.
He had come...after all these years...that man had found her.
MJ stood, petrified behind her Aunt, Anna could be seen holding the door closed, yelling for MJ to get the phone and call 911.
Only, MJ couldn't hear her, she was still, stuck in the horrors of her mind, remembering her childhood, the beatings, her mother wailing for help, and MJ hiding in her closet, praying that the Angels would take the bad man away...her father...her drunken, raging father, away.
Remembering the day her mother snapped, grabbing the frying pan off the stove still coated in the natural oils and greases of the bacon he made her cook. Swinging it away at him completely lost in a rage of her own. Him blocking the pan each time gaining a new burn on his arms, the oil splashing away. Some of it landing on his face, leaving permanent scars...some of it landing on her, MJ's, abdomen before she could run away, burning through her clothes and leaving an everlasting reminder..of her weakness, her never disappearing failure to protect her mother...if she had called the police while he was beating her, her own mother, none of this would have happened.
Lost in her guilt MJ was to blind to see she wasn't at fault.
MJ, still in her memories couldn't see her Aunt being thrown to the floor by the man's abrupt opening of the door.
MJ, remembered the day her mother was rushed to the hospital, doing everything they could to save her, but in the end, she fell into a coma, due to her father's wretchedly angry beating.
The next morning her Father the only 'Family' she had left was taken away by men in black and blue uniforms with badges adorning their chests.
MJ was then taken to the police station, where she saw many more bad men...until finally, she had arrived, her Aunt Anna...her Angel, Anna being her father's estranged sister. Anna came forth and took MJ in, all the while paying her mother's medical bills, with not a word said.
The only sentence she said on the matter, to the lead officer in charge of the case was this, "It's my responsibility, that damned crazy brother of mine...it's my responsibility to make what he did wrong...right again, besides I'd be damned before I let my niece go to some strangers family...why? Well, I guess you could say I've got a good influence in my life...ya' see there's this family in my neighborhood, this family recently picked up a kid, practically adopted him...all because their brother, the husband's brother asked them to...I don't know why, but they agreed, without the slightest hesitation, the wife as well...those two could be said to be modern-day saints living in poverty...even though they aren't well off, they agreed to take on the burden...and if they who are struggling financially can do it, then me, me who's got enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life, from my widowed husbands insurance money can't, then I've lived my life in vain."
Though MJ didn't understand all that back then, she did now…
"Peter! Stop, get off of him! You'll kill him!"
MJ hearing this awoke from her daze, hearing the name of the man she loved being called brought her back, back to her horrible reality, to the things she didn't want to face, the things she couldn't...not yet.
A Few Minutes Prior
Anna could be seen holding back the door, yelling at MJ to get to the phone and then hide. Anna looked back at MJ, seeing her pale face and shivering body, she thought back to all the night terrors she'd had over the years, it was then that Anna knew MJ couldn't hear her.
Anna looked out the window, looking at her once-beloved little brother...seeing the man- no the monster he's become…Anna felt like she had to say something, to wake him up from his drunken raging stupor.
"Charlie! Wake Up! This is your Sister, YOUR DAUGHTER is in this house...BEHIND THIS DOOR YOU'RE TRYING TO BREAK DOWN!"
"I Don't Have a Sister!, She died the moment she left home….LEAVING ME WITH THAT MONSTER!" A Tortured and slightly slurred voice rang out.
Anna, hearing this, grimaced. Thinking on what she did in the past...her abandonment of her beloved brother...leaving him with 'their' father. Another cruel monster left to infest another home, with none being the wiser, but she...she fled in fear, in fear of what he would do to her...when she turned sixteen, the things he would shout out in his drunken state, the things he would say he would do to her….She ran, leaving it all behind, just like her mother before her...afraid to contact the authorities, afraid they would take her back to him...things weren't like how they were nowadays...back then the man was the king of his castle, none were allowed to disdain that so-called 'sanctimony', and she had seen many a case in which a woman ran to the authorities only to be dragged back to her 'prison', she knew better, and thus she left a letter to a somewhat famous local detective, writing all she knew about the 'case', It was only many years later that, that man was arrested, her brother long lost to the system.
She soon married a detective of her own, a soft but firm man, one who treated her right, it was how she had the connections to find out about her brother's arrest, and her nieces' situation.
Thinking on her brother's words, she looked out the window to see a figure raise a long black 'stick', looking like it was about to smash the now almost busted open door.
Time slowed to a crawl for Anna, thinking to herself how she 'deserved' this, but yet Anna saw something that slowly rekindled a flicker of hope in her eyes, a figure seemed to be running across the street behind her brother, moving at an insane speed.
Anna thought, 'Ben, he must have seen what was going on! I have to get to the phone and call the police while 'Ben' is holding 'him' back.'
Anna in the next moment, moved away from the door as quickly as possible, looking to mitigate the damage to herself as much as possible. However, she wasn't fast enough and she was hit by the door, glass shattering everywhere! Anna sent tumbling a few feet away from the door, luckily only slightly injured and cut from both the door and the glass.
Anna quickly arose from the floor, not looking at the door and 'whoever' was behind it, whether her brother or 'Ben', believing in the hope that 'Ben' could hold him back long enough for her to call the police.
The man, now seeing the once closed door, opened, felt a thrilling rush of adrenaline course through his system at seeing one more obstacle in his path crumble. He had red eyes, and was wearing a long overcoat, in between the overcoats buttons could be seen a blazing orange color, looking horribly mismatched. Upon the man's severely balding head could be seen many prison 'tats' all symbolizing the man's other misdeeds, it seems while in prison, this man didn't calm down at all but was in fact very active. Each tattoo seemed almost incorporated into his features, the reason being, because in fact they were, the tattoos were inked into his heavily burn-scarred flesh.
Looking over the interior of the room, he saw a well-decorated home furnished with all the finest luxury furniture, all seeming fairly new, it seemed, while he was rotting in jail his 'sister' was living the 'high life', this thought only further fueled the man's drunken rage.
Looking further in, the man could see two figures, a young woman who appeared startlingly familiar, no doubt he recognized her, not that he had even seen a picture of her in the last few years, just that she appeared far too similar to his horrible shrew of a wife. The other sight that welcomed him was a woman crawling and then running away, seeming like a woman on a mission, she ran through another door of the house. He thought to himself; 'She would need to be dealt with quickly.'
Seeming like he wanted to follow through on that thought, the man walked over the glass and wooden splintered floor, barefoot.
The Man had found a drying clothesline last night, hung between two alleyway walls, but he couldn't find a pair of shoes to fit his feet, not without breaking and entering and in consequence, attracting police attention to his general area. He had a mission to accomplish before he could be taken back, he had no intention of forever leaving the pen. Only to finally finish this 'feud' with his last 'family' members left. Though in the end, his want to not attract too much attention to himself waned in the face of Alcohol, just earlier this morning he had come across a homeless man shuffling through a series of alleyways, same as he. As he passed the seemingly wary Homeless man he found a whiff of that ever attracting immortal Elixer, Jack Daniels. Not needing much more of a prompting, he took what he wanted from that man, who knew whether he still lived or not...he had what he wanted. Yet in his drunken stupor any patience he had, faded. His want to end things as quickly as possible took over, and he would have what he wanted, regardless of the cost.
Before he could walk far enough to pass by 'her' side and follow his sister, he heard a,
[huff HUff HUFF]
Slowing growing louder and louder...looking behind himself, 'Charlie' found a young but tall boy, running through the yard and up to the now 'open' doorway, Huffing and Puffing aggressively the whole way there.
The 'boy' looked manic and almost deranged, but yet there remained a slight sense of consciousness in his eyes. The boy was wearing a cotton t-shirt, looking like a 'Fruit of the Loom' undershirt, over a pair of nylon vertical 'barcode' like light blue and white striped Pajamas, like himself the boy was barefoot.
The boy seemingly not noticing the glass shards and wooden splinters on the floor, walked all over them, being cut in the process, leaking blood and allowing it to pool up underneath him as he stopped dead in his tracks, looking at his 'daughter'.
Charlie, seeing this grew slightly uneasy for a few reasons, the first being the fact that the boy had walked over the glass, cutting his feet in the process without the slightest twitch or scream, something most couldn't do, he himself was only able to do so because of his rough and calloused feet of many years, that and the fact that he had built up a tolerance for pain over the many years of his existence, let alone the fact that he was secretly dealing with it by trying to focus on other things.
The second was the state of being the boy was currently in. Breathing so heavily, with his eyes almost dilated due to intense emotion, appearing dark and his sclera, red and veined. Charlie had seen many a man in prison go through similar states of madness, just before going crazy and letting loose their rage.
Thirdly, would be the fact that the boy hadn't even deigned to look at him since entering the houses front door, the boy was staring, not at him but at 'her', at MJ, frozen, unblinkingly staring. Charlie saw this and looked at MJ and saw her standing there, unaware of her surroundings, shaking and shivering. A few cuts leaking blood down her porcelain skin, more than likely from glass debris sent flying from the door. She was wearing a crop top and short-shorts set of Pajamas, probably to deal with the increasing heat.
The crop top revealed her abdomen and stomach, showing some slight burned scarred tissue appearing in little dots across her bare stomach, an especially large patch the size of a quarter made it painfully obvious that these weren't some birthmarks but instead burn marks, the same that danced upon the man's face and hands.
Charlie, seeing this, grew confused and thought, 'What, what is it that's drawing his attention?' He gathered himself and remembered what he had to do, he had to stop Anna from whatever she was going to do, but now that this 'boy' had appeared, he had to change his plans and get rid of him, as, for his earlier feeling of nervousness, Charlie pushed it away, thinking to himself, 'Regardless of what's wrong with this brat, in the end, he's only a kid, nothing I can't take care of.'
Thinking as such, Charlie yelled. "Hey You, Kid, get lost!"
"..."
Peter did not respond...he could not…there was only one thing on his mind.
Charlie seeing no response grew angrier, raised the Crowbar in his hand and threatened the boy.
"Hey, Brat! Did you hear me!"
"...did you do this...?"
Charlie heard a faint response but couldn't quite make out the words.
"What did you say! Listen Kid, get lost or join these two bitches!"
"...I said did you do this?"
The boy's voice grew louder and firmer this time around. Charlie hearing this was in no mood and had no time to deal with this. Thus, he walked forward to the boy, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"Oh and so what if I did, what are you going to do about it?"
Peter hearing this man's words of admission, heard a,
[SNAP]
...the same kind of snap he heard when he got the news of his parent's passing.
Peter did not panic as before...he simply looked down at the man's hand grasping his collar and whispered.
"...Kill...you….."
"What? I can't hear you junior!"
"I'll kill...you"
Charlie, hearing the boy this time put on a frown and said. "HUH?!"
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Peter roaring his killing intent out rushed to grab the man's wrist holding him up with his left hand and reached for the back of the crook of his neck with his right hand.
Peter rushed his forehead forward and pulled his right hand holding the man's neck from behind, towards his face and gave the man a ruthless headbutt, all the while his left hand squeezed his wrist until a
[CRACK]
Was heard.
The man startled by the damage dealt to him by this scrawny but tall youth, looked at his numb and unfeeling hand, simply hanging from his arm, flopping about.
Charlie felt the blood rushing down his face, his nose most definitely broken, due to his faces numb feeling, it might not be the only damage dealt to him. He looked to the mystifying boy before him, and steadied his nerves, preparing himself for a now somewhat uneven fight, what with one hand out of the fight and his dizzy head.
"RAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Peter, in his blind rage, charged at Charlie with no strategy or plan, simply wishing to inflict more pain upon this man who dared to harm 'her'.
Peter's foolish charge gave Charlie a chance to swing his crowbar, whether due to his bodies current state or his tired nature after being on the run for a few days, with no sleep. Charlie missed his swing for Peters neck or head, instead, hitting him in his upper right arm.
The blow sent Peter flying to the right into a small wooded lamp table, proving that the stature difference between the adult man of 6'2, and the young adolescent boy of 5'7, would be a hard barrier to pass for the young attacker.
Peter rose up from the debris on the floor, unaware of all the lost blood pooling beneath his feet, or the now slightly out of place right arm. Nor the bruises and cuts all over his body.
Peter looked towards Charlie once more after standing up and flexed all the muscles in his body subconsciously. Almost as if angry with his current form, for losing in a battle of strength against the man in front of him. Soon after flexing, there was a,
[POP]
A sound that signified Peters right arm popping back into place. Fixing its previous dislocation, something that should be impossible with the average human body.
Charlie seeing all of this, whether he was aware of it or not, took a step back subconsciously in fear. Before he could respond appropriately, Peter charged once more, once again appearing foolish and brash.
Charlie, not hesitating, swung his crowbar once more.
Peter, seeing this, immediately sped up even further, raised his hand and grasped Charlie's other wrist, squeezing and pulling away from himself, with a [Snap] noise. Charlie's weapon, the crowbar clanged onto the floor, bouncing away from the two.
Charlie screamed out in pain and was then tackled down to the floor.
Peter began raining punches on Charlie with abandon, smashing into him, doing his best to beat away at this 'villain' in front of him.
Charlie was doing his best to endure Peter's ridiculously strong assault, this boy was strong, far too strong for a child his age. Appearing to hold the same level of strength as an adult male.
Charlie slowly began to back up, his back slowly but surely skidding off the ground, his back further pressing into the glass and wooden splinters spread out along the floor, causing more damage to himself, than aid.
Charlie having finally reached a far enough distance from Peter, raised both his legs while lying down, donkey kicked Peter on his chest and sent the boy flying off of himself.
Peter, sent flying, flew into the back out the couch, a Snapping noise was heard and the Couches two front legs snapped due to the sudden and abrupt pressure, the couch now shouldering Peter on its flat back, began rolling forward. Peter in his momentum rolling along with it.
Before the couch could complete its full rotation, Peter now facing the roof of the home, raised his back from the moving couch in a feat of impossible strength and speed, raised his hands and grasped the 'bottom' edge of the couch by his thighs, raised his but from the couch and pulled his legs towards himself, through his arms like some sort inverted gateway. Peter, pulling his legs through, 'Kong Kicked' his legs through in one swift motion and then pushed his arms against the couch, sending it flying further away. Peter rose through the air effectively canceling his previous forward momentum and placing his young body under immense strain and then proceeded to fly towards the still down and gawking Charlie. All the while relying on only the strength of his arms and upper body.
Peter flew straight back to Charlie, legs first, he landed and immediately locked his hips and legs onto Charlie's, effectively locking his enemy in place.
Peter proceeded to swing his fist's at Charlie's face, hooking and hammer-fisting away at Charlie's ineffective and rushed block. His hands soon grew red and split open along his knuckles.
Peter's fist's slowly chipped away at Charlie's now mangled arms, what with his wrists snapped and his now no doubt, many times fractured forearms.
His hits slowly seeped into his enemy's block, striking his face and head all over, no thoughts to his actions or the repercussions, Peter quickly beat Charlie into unconsciousness.
Peter continued his mad beating further disfiguring Charlie's face, his breathing ragged and pained, Peter continued his assault.
Before long a door being pushed open, sounded out before a startled voice traveled out.
"Peter! Stop, get off of him! You'll kill him!"
In Peters Subconscious Mind
A few moments later, Peter heard another voice call out to him, distant and foreign, yet familiar. Gentle in its approach.
["Champion! Champion, Be Calm!"]
Another voice soon followed. Gruff and rumbling, yet sounding urgently concerned, it also seemed to emit understanding.
["Champion, Slow your Breathing, focus on what matters most, and crawl your way out of the mist."]
Peter clinging on to these distant voices, soon did his best to follow their instructions.
Peter couldn't tell what was happening, but he felt as if he wasn't himself.
Peter did his best to follow their words, yet no matter how hard he tried to think on the things he cared for, he couldn't establish a clear thought, he would think of his family, his friends, all of it, yet with a single violent wave it would all be pushed away, scattered once more and again.
Peter began to gain awareness and he saw himself surrounded by a thick fog, a dark black and swirling mighty fog. Peter looked down and couldn't see his body, he looked further and found himself floating, floating in a dark abyss. Surrounded 360 degrees by this 'fog'.
Soon, Peter heard a voice, a voice very familiar to him, a voice normally soothing and calm, a light bit raspy in tone.
But now this voice was labored and seemed to be sobbing, haltingly taking breaths and hitching and hopping around, at first Peter couldn't hear the words being said, soon the voice grew stronger, still crying but firm as well. Begging, pleading with him.
"Peter! Please...please stop...I just want my Peter back."Peter knew this voice well, MJ, it was MJ's voice...Only, why was she crying? Why was she crying while calling his name?
"Please Peter, I don't want to see another Little boy fall into darkness!"
Then came another voice, old and sad, Anna's, his Aunt Anna's...What did she say? She didn't want to see another boy fall?
"PETER! Peter Parker, unhand that man immediately!"
Then came another voice! Screeching and worried in tone, calling out to him.
By now Peter understood what was happening, somewhat at least, thinking back on the words that were spoken earlier by those unfamiliar voices, Peter struggled to form a thought, fighting against the 'fog', holding onto the voices, sounding out, calling out to him.
Peter was slowly sweeping away the fog, the power of his will pushing it back to whence it came.
Peter slowly began to regain feeling, he 'opened' his eye's and saw what lay in front of him...a man, broken and battered, blood seeping out onto the floor, all over his face, looking more dead than alive.
Peter looked at himself, fist raised and stopped in the air, looking like he was about to 'finish' the job.
Peter lowed his hand and looked at both of his hands, covered in blood and battered, he couldn't tell if it was his own or the strange 'man's' beneath him. Peter saw himself straddled over the man, he was heaving heavily.
Before Peter could look to his surroundings he felt a warmth surround him, Peter looking down at his chest saw a pair of slim arms surrounding his chest, holding him gently yet firmly.
Looking at the source of these arms he saw MJ, covered in blood and crying heavily, sobbing out the words.
"Peter...Peter..thank God, you're back, thank God."
Peter looked at MJ and uttered.
"...MJ-"
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt feeling in the rest of his body return and soon an agonizing amount of pain surged to life, mainly focusing from his arms, his right especially, his back, and his chest. Peter, unable to bear with the pain blacked out once more, only this time falling unconscious.
" " " PETER!" " "
All three woman shouted, May included. May had rushed from across the street after hearing all the yelling. Each woman with their own reactions, MJ reaching to grab and support Peter properly after his body flopped down unconscious, May, rushing forth to MJ and Peter's side, helping the girl pull Peter off the half-dead man, Anna hurriedly called out.
"I'll call an ambulance!" Anna began rushing back through the door she came through.
May hearing this yelled out. "No, no hospitals!"
Anna hearing this turned around and looked incredulously at May.
"Peter has a special 'condition', he needs to see his doctor immediately!" May quickly spoke to alleviate any worry.
"But, I'm sure the hospital can contact his-"
"No, the hospital won't be able to help him, Anna, take me to your phone, I'll call his doctor, then you two please help me bring him to the car."
"...Alright."
MJ, hearing all this did her best to lay Peter flat on the ground so everyone could grab a part of Peter and lift him, without struggling to get a good grasp of him.
Soon after she finished her task, May and Anna walked out of the inner door and rushed towards Peter, May and Anna grabbed one of his shoulders each respectively, leaving MJ to grab his legs.
While walking out the door, MJ asked May.
"Aunt May, can I go with you?"
"I'm sorry dear, I have to take Peter straight to his doctors home, from there I have no idea what will happen."
MJ hearing this looked down and worried.
"MJ, I'll need you here when the Police arrive, I know you're worried about Peter, but I'll need someone to corroborate my story to the police."
MJ looked at her aunt holding onto Peter's shoulder very carefully then looked at the open doorway behind them, gathered her courage and said. "I understand."
After reaching the car and laying peter down in the reclinable front seat and buckling him in, the three women said their quick goodbyes before May drove down the driveway and sped down the street like a bat out of hell.
Around a minute after the two had left, a howling alarm could be heard before a speeding police car could be seen. Only, this car was special, on the side of the vehicle could be seen a decal, writing NYPD Captain's Car.
The car drove up the street before pulling into the driveway, MJ and Anna could still be seen standing on the front lawn.
The car's doors opened up at the same time with two figures rushing out, Both blond, one taller than the other in a nice two-piece suit and black tie. The other shorter, wearing a simple but elegant tank-top and jeans, with a backpack in her right hand.
Gwen Stacy and her father George Stacy could be seen hurrying towards the duo of Anna and MJ.
Gwen rushed towards MJ and seeing her covered in blood the blondes face went pale.
George went towards Anna and called out, "Miss Watson, are you alright?"
"I'm fine George, the intruder has already been incapacitated." Anna calmly responded.
MJ seeing Gwen here, having come out of the police car had a confused expression on her face and asked.
"Gwen? What are you doing here?"
Gwen came to her senses quickly and hugged MJ and hurriedly asked.
"MJ! Are you alright?"
MJ seeing Gwen's harried state of mind, looked down at herself, seeing herself covered in Peters and a slight amount of her own blood, realized the reason for Gwen's current state and said.
"I'm fine Gwen, just a few cuts here and there."
MJ said before Gwen responded.
"A few cuts, MJ look at yourself! You're covered in blood! Hurry, we have to get you to a hospital!"
George finally taking a good look at MJ, gasped and hurriedly agreed with his daughter.
"Young lady, Gwen is right, hold on I'll call for an ambulance."
MJ and Anna hearing their concern, grew their own, for Peter.
MJ soon said somewhat despondently.
"It's not mine.."
Both George and Gwen stopped for a few moments before Gwen asked.
"Then whose is it?"
"...it's Peter's.."
Gwen hearing MJ's words felt her heart stop, then re-began its repeating exercise in a hurried fashion, Gwen asked MJ.
"What?"
"It' Peter blood."
Gwen heard those words again and began to feel a lump in her throat, sweat pouring down her back, and an ache in her heart.
George hearing this asked. "And where is this Peter?"
Before MJ could respond, Anna spoke up. "He's on his way to the doctors, his aunt is rushing him there for urgent care."
"The doctors? Why not the hospital?" George, with his ever acute hearing and curious mind, called out.
"Peter has a special body condition, apparently he's had the same doctor since birth and that doctor is the only one who can help him through this." Anna somewhat skeptical answered ad-verbatim what May had told her.
Gwen overhearing this conversation went white and was startled to hear MJ ask.
"Gwen, you didn't answer me, why are you here...not that I'm against it, but how are you here?"
"..My dad's a cop...we heard the call go out, and while I was on the way for some donuts with my dad, I heard your address be called out and forced my Dad to take us to the scene...I remembered your address from the last time I was here for that history study session."
"I see, I'm sorry you had to see...this, it's not my most graceful side.."
"MJ, you're my friend, whether it's your good side or your bad side, I want to see them all, besides this isn't your fault. From the code that went out this should have been a home invasion, how is this your fault?"
Geoge listening in on his daughter's conversation heard her mention the cause of the call and his thought process was put back on track. "Miss Watson, you said the 'invader' was put down, what did you mean?"
Anna hearing this didn't say anything, she just simply motioned for him to follow her, and led him to the front door.
Gwen seeing her father going to do his job asked MJ.
"What do you mean, that, that is Peters blood?"
"Sigh, I suppose it's not all Peter's."
Gwen hearing MJ looked even more confused.
MJ seeing this, asked. "Are you sure you wanna know?"
Gwen nodded.
MJ grabbed her by the hand and lead her after Anna and George.
They walked up to the doorway and saw a scene so startling, it looked as if a natural disaster had passed through.
Glass shards and wooden splinters littered the floor, the door ripped off its hinges lay directly to the left of the doorway. The once extravagant looking living room now looked demolished on one side yet untouched on the other.
A couch lay 5 feet away from its original location, rolled over and now lacking its two front legs, a slight indentation on its back. The only way to tell of its original placement being the indentations left on the carpet by its legs.
In front of the door, around five feet ahead lay a man, badly damaged and facially deformed, his chest still rising and lowering slightly, appearing to be on his last breaths. This man's upper body was covered in blood, in the surroundings of the man lay a pool of blood, seemingly forming from the man's back, detailed by the man's overcoat being dry and fine around an inch above the ground, however, the coat directly touching the floor seemed to be seeping blood.
Around the man and most likely beneath him, laid shards of wood and glass. And well as bloody footprints surrounding the man, bare footprints of two sizes.
Gwen seeing this raised her hand to her mouth and did her best to hold back vomit.
MJ laying her eyes upon this scene once more, began to shiver again and go another shade of white, thinking to herself that Peter did this, her Tiger...did this...for her...
"MJ, what is this?" Gwen asked startled.
"..This is my father, a convicted felon...he broke into our home...and he was going to kill us…"
Gwen hearing this looked at MJ, finally noticing her shivering, thinking over her words and grasped her hand once more, holding it tight, she said.
"MJ, he can't hurt you, not anymore."
After saying what she felt she had to, Gwen remembered Peter, and thought about what part Peter could have in this...and why he was being rushed to the Doctors.
"MJ...What about Peter, what happened to him?"
"...Gwen...Peter did this...Peter saved us...by doing this…"
Gwen went blank, freezing solid, Gwen finally looked back at the man on the floor, analyzing his condition...thinking to herself that that was impossible, looking to her feet she saw a crowbar on the floor...she asked.
"Did Peter...did Peter beat him with that Crowbar?"
MJ looked down at the crowbar and finally remembered that when that man showed up...he was holding a 'weapon', he used it to break down the door. Thinking about Peter fighting 'him', Her father wielding a crowbar and somehow ending up in the situation she woke up to see him in..it scared her….what did Peter have to face to get her 'father' onto the floor like that.
"...no...when I woke up Peter was on top of him...beating him...with his fists."
Gwen found all this to be inconceivable, how was it possible for this to happen like this.
George finished doing a quick take of the scene looked to Anna and said.
"I'd better call an Ambulance quick, otherwise...this person won't make it."
Anna hearing this nodded and "hmm'd" in agreement.
George rushed out of the house, leaving MJ to quest in her curiosity.
"Aunt Anna, why do I feel like you know Gwen's dad?"
"Because I do, George, before he became Captian of the NYPD he used to be my husband's, your Uncle's partner. Regular beat-cops the two of them before they both moved on up. They even went to the same Police Acadamy."
Anna's words caught both girls attention, Anna quickly walked towards both girls and gently pushed them outside, not wanting the two to see that scene unnecessarily.
By the time the three came out of the house, more Sirens could be heard coming down the street. More than likely the rest of the Police officers sent to handle the situation, The NYPD, while not the best police force around, it undoubtedly took care of its service families. Three other cars were sent to the home, each one could be seen rushing down the road now.
George, getting off of his Police Scanner/Dash, looked up towards the oncoming cars', and waited for their arrival.
The officers seeing their Captain already on scene, soon stood straighter and appeared more alert, thinking to themselves that if the Captain was here, then the case must be a fairly high profile one.
After George had ordered the men on site, he returned to the three women's side and said.
"Miss Watson-"
Before he could finish, Anna interrupted.
"George, hurry up and call me Anna already, it may have been a few years, but you are still Anthony's Partner, and you always will be."
"...Anna, I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you and your 'niece?' To give me a report."
After Anna and MJ gave a quick detailing on the morning happenings, George closed his notebook and said.
"This mister Parker...how old is he again?"
"12…"
"Dad he's my classmate, the boy from my AP Chem class. The one who always helps me with my homework." Gwen added in.
George found it hard to believe that a boy the age of his daughter could bring forth such destruction, taking down an armed, convicted criminal in the process.
"Anna, I'll need to have this May's report and once he recovers Peter's report as well. Do you have a way of contacting them?"
"Yes, I'll give you May's husbands work number, May left it with me. She told me he would know where she was heading"
The ambulances arrived, two separate ones, one for the Criminal, the other for Anna and MJ. Considering their wounds were light, they would be allowed to ride together.
"MJ, I'm coming with you!" Gwen called out.
George was quick to add-in. "No, young lady you're not, you have school to get to, if I take off now you can still make it with plenty of time to spare."
"But Dad-"
"Gwen, listen to your dad, Do me a favor and tell Cindy what's going on. I'll call you guys once I have more information." MJ butt in and explained.
"..Fine, you'd better call us, call Cindy's cell. After all, none of the rest of us have 'phones'." Gwen finishing her sentence looked pointedly at her father.
George thinking on his daughters' word's, was beginning to see the use of these types of cell phones. Beginning to seriously consider getting, not only her one but her mother and her little brother one each as well.
Gwen stood there watching the Ambulance carrying Anna and MJ drive off.
"Gwen, we have to get to your school."
Gwen stood there in silence, thinking about Peter and how he was doing.
"Gwen I know you're worried about your friends but their already doing all that they can, there's nothing you can do here standing around doing nothing but stare off into space. Go to school and go tell this friend 'Cindy', of yours, what's going on, leave things here to me and the professionals, we'll get things back to normal as soon as possible.
Gwen hearing this, looked at her father and nodded. "Mmm."
At the Baxter Building
Some Minutes Prior.
At the top Penthouse Duplex-floor, doubling as living quarters and an entryway to all the separate labs.
In the living room area, on a multi-sectioned couch surrounding a large coffee table
There were six people all sitting around an open Pizza box laying on the four by four metal coffee table, further behind the box, lay many more opened boxes empty and tossed aside. The group was conversing and talking business it seems.
The large TV set was set to the news in the background, lowered in volume it seems as any noise coming from that direction sounded mumbled and garbled.
The group of six were eating and talking at the same time, proving to all, no care for their manners whilst engrossed in talking business.
The television changed to a news reporter sitting behind a desk, with a prepared script in front of them. Looking as professional as can be, the camera panned out and to the right of this person sat a man in a suit, looking dapper and handsome, albeit slightly nervous.
If the volume on the TV were to be up a little bit, the group of six would be able to hear this.
"Ladies and Gentlemen at home, we have here with us Sir Russo, a spokesperson and head of the N.Y.P.D, P.R. team. Sir, I have you here today for the next thirty minutes, you are here, to discuss the recent strings and sightings of men and woman in costumes roaming our streets at night, aren't you?"
"That's correct Mr. Donaven and please call me Angelo." Responded the man in the suit on the right.
"I see, thank you, you may address me as Donny as well. But enough with the pleasantries, I'm sure that's not why you're here or why the folks watching at home are either. Mr. Angelo, could you share any recent news on these rare sightings?"
"Yes, Donny, We have brought forward a few quickly captured photographs, of the suspects in question. A Man and a Woman, the Man seems to be operating out of Hell's Kitchen, The woman roams all around the city. We over at the N.Y.P.D believe the two to be partners... Thieves and robbers roaming our streets at night, we have received an increased number of Burglary reports as of late, and we believe the two to be in cahoots. Whenever a sighting of the female in question is reported not long after, a burglary report is sent in, reporting damage to the home as an entry point, as well as jewelry and other valuables missing, never any cash though, which is strange for a series of occurrences such as these."
"I see, how strange, Ladies and Gentlemen if you would please point your attention to the side of the screen, you will be able to see, the photographs provided by the Police Department as well as photos provided by the 'Daily Bugle'."
The reporter, having finished his report picked up his script and gave it a once over.
Once the photos were offscreen, the reporter looked towards the P.R. man and said.
"Mr. Angelo, we've received reports of our own from our own viewers, people have reached our service lines and reported in, The costumed and masked man has been reportedly saving people from crime. We have reports from people willing to come out and testify to the actions of the masked man, reports of him saving them from muggings and kidnappings."
"Yes, we've had reports like these as well. However, the men and woman at the Police Station would like to caution the people of New York, do not be deceived by his do-gooding nature, this man is dangerous. We believe this masked man to be doing his best to disturb the criminal underworld of New York, trying to make a place for his Partner and himself."
"Reports have been coming in as of late, one thing in common for all of them, seems to be the monikers of these two masked individuals. The woman's name being, the Black Cat, the man's being, the Devil of Hells Kitchen. Does the N.Y.P.D have any input on this?"
"Yes, we at the station have also seen these names being spread as of late, we at the station have adopted their names to their files."
"..."
"..."
"..."
….
The group of six were paying no mind to the television, too focused on their conversation.
"Doctor Storm, are you sure there's no way around this?"
"I'm sorry Richards, if you five, were to accept the Agency's deal to fund your expedition, I have no doubt they would use it to get their hands on your retrospective research."
"Richards, give it up, I'm sure something else will pop up, hey maybe even sooner than later."
The three main sources of the conversations banter were three men one old and two young.
The old man amongst the three was, in fact, a familiar face.
Doctor Franklin Storm, Peters delivery doctor, and recurring physician to this very day. Franklin looked more aged then prior, his rich white locks now looking more thinned then before, an obvious sign of balding. His once golden rimmed glass, now replaced with graceful wooden frames, a slight hunch in his back kept him lower than before.
Sitting in the middle of the couch in between two other people, a young man looking to be around 16 years old the young man had a set of messy golden locks atop his head, solid blue orbs in his head. He was wearing a set of mechanics overalls, his overalls hanging from his waist showing a white and grease-stained tank top, the young man had oil and grease stains all over his hands and face, he was currently stuffing his mouth with his umpteenth slice of pizza, none of these factors could hide his devilishly handsome face, he held a sort of attraction that would send girls of all ages flying and fighting to be by his side.
The beautiful young woman had a similar hair color as the young man's, her eyes a piercing blue, slightly different than the young man's. She appeared slightly older than the young man, wearing a white button-up blouse, and a tight black knee-length skirt. Looking both beautiful and sophisticated. Attractive in her professional outfit.
These two were, Johnny Storm and Susan Storm, Franklins two children, of ages 16 and 18 respectively.
Sitting on the other side of the couch, were three young men, appearing slightly older than Susan and Johnny as well.
A young man, bald on top and slightly well built with rugged and strong facial feature and obsidian eyes was dressed in a simple muscle shirt and a pair of jeans, this man sat next to a skinny but fit looking man.
This young man wore a simple grey dress shirt, buttoned up all the way and a pair of tan Pleated pants, with a brown leather belt. This man had a straight and voluminous set of brown hair, combed back and looking healthy. His eyes were brown, the same as his hair. His facial features were softer and equally balanced. On the right side of this man sat another young man.
This young man sat with his back straight, appearing regal in his standing. He had black hair and gleaming dark brown eyes, he was wearing a full two-set set Armani suit, at least his jacket was lying folded on the couch behind him.
These men from left to right were Benjamin Grimm, Reed Richards, and Victor Von Doom.
The three men having held up the conversation earlier, consisted of Franklin, Reed, and Victor.
"Reed, there's only so much I can do, while the Baxter Corporation can do some things, funding a space shuttle launch isn't something we're currently capable of doing. The only thing I can do is connect you to some sponsors. I'm sorry." Franklin explained.
"It's alright Doctor Storm, the Baxter Corporation is still in its fledgling start, I was expecting too much." Explained Richards.
Ben seeing his friends down state said. "It's alright, Stretch, we'll find our way through this, besides like 'Vic' said, there are always other possibilities."
Susan seeing the current state of the room decided to turn the group's attention to the TV, in hopes of changing the subject. Johnny not really caring for all this continued eating. Ben seeing this thought the boy was trying to challenge him, as 'eater of the most slices'. The two soon began an un-mentioned contest to see who would reign supreme.
Soon a phone started ringing, Followed by another.
The first ringing noise came from doctor Franklin's pants pocket. Doctor Franklin, picking up the phone looked at the number coming in and then raised a hand and walked away from the couch, appearing solemn.
The second ringing noise came from Victor's Armani jacket, Victor picked up his jacket and pulled out his cell phone, a remarkably new 'Nokia 7650', a slidable camera phone. The first of it's kind.
Victor looked at the number, was shocked and answered nervously. The other four on the couch looked at each other and silently questioned each other with their eyes.
Susan having recently picked up the remote had upped the volume a slight tad, hoping not to disturb the two new people on their phones.
On the television, the interview from earlier had ended and a woman came on screen, reporting on a certain countries leader falling ill. A picture came on-screen showing a close up of a map of Europe.
A small country surrounded by other larger countries such as Hungary, Romania, and Serbia. The name placed on this small country was Latveria, The female reporter went on in detail to speak of how the current king in power of this small country had fallen ill, and how this country while small, was, in fact, an intellectual power, one who had made many technological advancements in recent years. This small country was even a nuclear power, a place of great risk. A country, quite similar in nature to North Korea.
Reed and the group seeing this had no particular reaction, Victor, however, had gone pale, whether from the phone call he was on or from what was going on TV, wasn't known.
The group finally noticing Victors reaction heard him say. "mm...yes….I'll be home soon, mother…"
Before the group could ask what was going on he hung up and remained silent, Doctor Franklin had come back in the room at this time as well and said.
"Susan, prepare the med-room, the surgery room, and the MRI and X-Ray machines. I have a patient coming in, in critical condition."
Susan hearing this blanked out for a few seconds and said. "Dad? What patient? I thought you gave up your practice months ago?"
"Girl, have you forgotten already? The only patient I have left! The one I've been borrowing all your old textbooks for."
Susan hearing this remembered this happening, and before she could ask for more details, Franklin spoke up once more. "Ben, Reed, Victor, Johny could you four help and get the gurney from the supply closet. If what I've been told is true then we'll need it as the boy coming in has been severely injured."
Johnny and Ben, hearing that someone injured was coming in and that they needed help, put their food down and rose from the couch quickly.
Reed, however, stayed sitting on the couch as did Victor.
Reed, however, was simply worried for his friend, who seemed to have received horrible news from the look on his face.
"Victor, what's wrong?" Asked a concerned Richards.
"...my father has fallen ill, my mother says the doctor said he won't make it….I have to return home...immediately…" Victor responded dully.
The group of five, hearing his words stopped, staring, thinking of the best words to say at this point in time. Franklin sighed and said.
"Victor, I'm sorry your family is going through this, as someone who has lost his parents, and recently lost his wife, I understand how you feel...go, go home and be with your family."
The others soon sent Victor off with well wishes and hoped that his father would pull through. Each saying their goodbyes.
Victor said this before he left. "I'll call you all once I'm home and have more news...I might have to be away for a while...but I will come back." Victor finished firmly, promising his 'friends'.
The five stood by the elevator for a few moments watching the doors close, before long, however, Franklin spoke up.
"I know you all are sad right now, but a young man will be here soon, this young man will need our help. Thus, I need your help. Ben, Johnny, Reed, you three should be able to lift the cloth gurney together Benjamin at the top, Reed and Johnny at the bottom. Could you three come along with me and wait at the bottom of the building for him?"
Franklin finished his words and looked at the three men and saw them all nod in silence.
"Susan, please go and prep the necessary facilities."
Susan nodded and walked off, thinking to herself,
'I'll finally be able to see this so-called 'boy genius', for him to be going through all my old textbooks at such a young age, or so dad says, is quite an impressive feat.'
*Authors Note*
Well hello, there ladies and gents, mighty fine day today, good to see you all here!
Okay, enough of the dribble, I'd like to start this note off with some personal information...I recently received some conflicting medical news. It's about my mother, it's both happy and concerning news...we received a report saying she didn't have what we thought she might have...yay great news...however, we also received news that she does, in fact, have a few other medical issues…
In light of this news, I had to release this chapter early as I'm not really sure if I'll be able to write as I would like later. I doubt it will affect my writing time too much, but there always exists that possibility, and I wanted to get this chapter out to you guys as soon as possible.
Now onto the chapter, some serious stuff went down this chapter, like some stuff that came straight out of left field...hahahaha.
I won't be explaining much as I still plan to continue this chapter in a bit, with some more explanatory details therein.
I've been getting more and more reviews and follows as of late, I'm doing my best to respond to all of them.
A special shout out goes to: The New Creed. This reviewer left me my first long-form review and presented some serious food for thought in the following PM's.
Another shout out goes to: kival737101. This reviewer has also been really giving me a few ideas and asking some healthy questions about the fic, and where it's going, thusly giving me some ideas in the process.
I would also like to thank all of you who have been reading this and supporting it, like seriously just the fact that someone, even just one person is taking the time from their day and reading this fic of mine is insanely encouraging. Thank you all.
Alright as this chapter isn't entirely done(in my eyes) I won't be talking too much about its contents, and I have somewhere to be in the hour, so I'll talk to ya'll later, in the next chapter.
Oh and if anyone spots any spelling or grammar issues, please do leave me a review on the location of the issue, that way I can fix it. This help would be greatly appreciated.