I DID IT!...sort of. It's not as long or as good as the first version but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting too long.
Logan may seem harsh in this chapter to Natasha but he isn't thinking much past Mary yet.
Also, just letting you know I'm making my sort of own version of spider-slayers because I'm not entirely familiar with them.
Norman watched Alistair, now incased in the converted spider-slayer, bend a metal table with ease.
"This is incredible!"
"Yes, good work Alistair. But keep focused on your objective."
"Oh I will." Alistair grinned.
Norman's expression hardened. "Alive, Alistair. Alive."
His grin faltered. "Of course, Mister Osborn."
Norman leaned in dangerously close, not the least bit intimidated by the upgrades. "I'm warning you, this is your last chance. Do not. Disappoint."
Alistair was starting to feel the urge to crush his skull. He was the one with the power now. Where did he get off talking to him like that. Alistair fully intended to find Peter, but only to kill him for the death of his father. However, something told him that crossing Norman wasn't a good idea right now and reluctantly played along.
Miles chose then to walk into the lab they were in. "Mister Osborn."
Norman straightened himself out. "Yes?"
"It's done. Her body has fully excepted the enhancements."
"And the implants?"
Miles hesitated. "I was hoping to keep her as she is-"
"Put them in. I need a weapon, not a scared little girl. I have no reason to let her have free will."
He turned back to Alistair. "How do you intend to find him?"
"Me and my slayers can lock onto him and the symbiote from anywhere. He cant hide from us."
Peter cursed Logan for doing this to him.
The morning after their talk, Logan had apparently offered him to help Ororo lead a class on a field-trip to a museum. Normally this wouldn't bother him as he found some of the stuff there interesting. Unfortunately, it was hard to enjoy anything with a thirteen year old kid constantly asking him questions.
Jamie Madrox walked along his side as everyone followed Ororo past various displays. "Have you ever eaten a fly?"
"No."
"Do you lay eggs?"
"No."
"Can you grow more arms?"
Peter's eye was starting to twitch as he felt his partner's annoyance. "No."
"And you said you weren't a mutant?"
"I'm not."
"Are you an alien?"
Venom formed a face in his black shirt and hissed. Rather than be frightened, Jamie got excited.
"Is that an alien?"
"N-well yeah, you got me on that one." He said with a chuckle.
Jamie poked Venom a few times, avoiding the attempts to bite down on his finger, seemingly unafraid.
Peter looked around the museum and had to frown at the looks they were getting. Some people looked scared, others sneered with disgust and a few full-on glared at them. Most of the kids didn't have any physical mutations, but they were just that. Kids. They used their powers every chance they got and people definitely noticed.
He didn't understand how they could place so much hatred on children. Like himself, they never chose to have such power and simply tried to get on with their lives.
As he looked around, something else caught his attention. A red haired women wearing a baseball-cap and sun-glasses seemed to be watching him intently. When she noticed him spot her, her lips curled upwards slightly before she turned to leave. He didn't know why that mattered but it felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. His spider-sense didn't exactly go off but it did…something.
He felt a tug on his arm. "Are alright? You're spacing out."
Peter looked down at Jamie, still thoroughly confused. "Y-yeah. We should keep up with the others."
A few minutes later, the kids were allowed to look around freely while Peter and Ororo watched them. They sat on a table watching to make sure no one tried to start trouble. Peter spotted one man about to shout something at the kids, likely demeaning, and threw him a look that shoved the words back down his throat.
"How are you settling?" Ororo suddenly asked him.
He shrugged. "Fine."
She noticed he seemed distracted and felt the need to ask. "Is everything alright?"
He looked up at her, debating whether he should say something or not. "Just…thought I saw someone."
She looked at him a little worriedly. "Who?"
Peter just looked confused and wasn't able to offer more than another shrug. This only worried her more and she made a note to mention this to Logan.
Ororo decided to changed the subject. "Are you excited to start classes?"
He seemed relieved at the subject change. "A bit, yeah. I've read good things about the professor and his school."
She smiled. "Logan mentioned you were smart."
His face reddened slightly. "I guess, yeah."
She laughed but got confused when he suddenly stiffened. "What is it?"
He didn't answer, just continued to look around.
'Above!' Venom warned.
He tackled Ororo down as something large crashed in from above and landed on their table. Immediately, people panicked and screamed, scrambling for exits. Peter and Ororo looked up to see a large black robot with a red hourglass symbol and single scope-like optic for a head.
Peter gulped. "That's not the latest coffee maker is it?"
Laura walked into the room she shared with Megan Gwynn. Rather than her roommate, she found Logan, standing arms crossed as if waiting for her.
"Logan." She greeted, not the least bit intimidated by him.
She never was. Something he noted with annoyance. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
She shrugged, still unconcerned. "I hoped."
He grumbled about the cologne being a gift before gesturing for her to sit. She did so, albeit with an eye-roll.
"How much did you find?" He asked.
"Enough to know why you're so invested in him…and that you're hiding something."
He stiffened at the last point. "You mention any of that to him?"
She shrugged. "I owe him nothing."
Logan sighed and sat beside her. "Laura, this whole thing has me thinking. You've been fighting since you were born-"
"Created."
"Born." He repeated firmly. "Since getting out all you've done is fight. It wasn't much different when you came here…I'm starting to wonder if I've done enough."
"What?" This was taking a turn she wasn't prepared for.
Logan himself was still trying to process what he was about to say. "I just think that maybe we should take some time off. No fighting or any of that."
An awkward silence followed. Laura wasn't even sure not fighting was an option. It wasn't something she ever considered before, which made what he was suggesting seem even more preposterous. Truthfully, a large part of her wanted something like that but realistically, it just didn't look like a possibility.
Laura finally broke the silence. "I doubt that can even be done."
"It cant be that hard."
They heard his phone and he answered. "What is it, Ro?"
"A Keurig and a Decepticon had a kid and now it wants to kill us!"
"Peter?" Logan asked.
"Hand it to me, Peter…Logan? We're at the museum and might need some help." Ororo told him.
Logan sighed and turned to Laura. "I was wrong."
Ororo kept herself firmly in front of her students while throwing a few hits now and then, while Peter did his best to keep its attention. Which turned out to be easy since it was apparently targeting him specifically.
Most of the civilians had ran away, with the exception of a few brave stragglers who stayed to record, and Peter was now fully suited to try fighting the machine off. It wasn't easy as he had found his webs didn't stick to whatever it was made of and had a large gun for a right hand.
Peter was dodging a storm of bullets to the best of his ability, but the machine wasn't slowing down at all. He ran along a wall until he was over the robot and dropped straight down onto it's shoulders. It fruitlessly tried to reach up with it's left hand while Peter steered it by the head towards a wall. He managed to crash it and jumped of so that Ororo could hit with some lightning through the broken ceiling.
It continued to ignore the mutants and suddenly let out a loud high-pitched whistle. Ororo and the students watched as Peter yelled in agony and fell to his knees. Venom lashed out and wriggled uncontrollably while seemingly melting off of Peter.
Ororo staggered it back with a few well placed lightning bolts, but Peter didn't move from where he was still writhing in pain. The machine was about to close on him again when a horde of Jamies began trying to distract it.
"Jamie, get out of there!" Ororo tried.
It noticed the obstruction and raised it's gun to remove it. Before it could, a large clawed-hand grabbed it.
"That. Was. Unpleasant!" Venom growled.
He tackled the machine down and bit the head clean off. A purple one that looked like a spider burst into the museum. Venom looked at the arm that acted as a gun and grinned.
"Lets get creative!" He tore the arm off and stuck his own in. The symbiote enveloped it and gave the barrels a few experimental spins.
The purple spider-slayer came crashing out of the museum, having been pushed back by a hale of hardened web-bullets. Venom followed, laughing manically and mercilessly shooting with the improvised weapon.
"We need to get ourselves one of these." Venom noted gleefully.
He heard a crashing noise and turned to see a large blue one with thick heavy fist and dome-shaped head with six red eyes. It plowed through several cars and closed in to deliver a powerful punch that sent Venom sailing a significant distance away.
He fell and skidded into a trail of broken pavement before painfully stopping and ending up partially buried. Venom abandoned the gun and shrunk back down, allowing Peter to pull himself out.
"Ow. I'm going to feel that for…ever."
Peter heard stomping and a tingle forced him to jump as six blue arms smashed into the ground where he had just been. He landed on the roof of a car, which prompted a scream from the women inside before simply abandoning the vehicle.
A tall silver robot with six arms charged towards him. Peter dodged several swings and kicked off it's head to gain some distance.
"The hell are these things?"
'Doesn't matter. Destroy them.'
He ducked under a three-armed swing and tried wrapping them in webbing. Like the first, the webs only slid right off without sticking. Peter and the slayer looked down at the pile before he shrugged but the slayer only responded by grabbing him and slamming him down a few times before one of the arms raised a blade.
As it was about to bring it down on him, a bullet hit it's head. It looked up and several more began hitting it until the head was shot clean off, releasing it's hold on Peter. He looked up in-time to see the red headed woman leave the roof.
His eyes lingered there too long and he was almost hit when the purple slayer shot at him with the gun between it's spider-like pincers.
'Focus!'
"I know! I know!" He responded while rolling behind a car.
He took a deep breath before running out towards the slayer, dodging as best he could. Climbing the slayer, he began pounding at it and hung on when it started trying to buck him off.
"I think… I'm gonna be sick."
The slayer apparently didn't want to be puked on as it jumped to smash into the side of a building. Peter grunted but didn't relinquish his hold. Instead, he reached for the pincers and pulled until they came off, along with it's head. The disabled slayer crashed back down and Peter breathed a sigh of relief.
The relief didn't last long before the blue one came charging over at impressive speeds, straight into the slayer he was standing on. Luckily, he managed to jump and begin swinging back to the museum. People screamed when it pursued him through the streets and he realized his mistake.
Too many civilians.
'It doesn't matter.'
Peter swung low towards it. "Yes it does! I'm not letting them get caught in the crossfire of our fight."
It threw a punch and he flipped over to land on top of the fist then crawled onto it's face. "Go ahead, give it your best shot."
The slayer took the bait and slammed it's fist onto it's own face when he jumped. "Ha! These things are pretty stupid."
The slayer then raised it's hands and slammed it down, cracking the ground before throwing a large chunk at the teenager. Peter caught it, but the slayer smashed straight through it to land another powerful punch that imbedded Peter into the ground. He was too disoriented to move when it prepared another punch.
Laura roared as she dove, claws first, onto it's chest. Logan walked over and offered Peter a hand, which he took gratefully.
He grunted as he was pulled to his feet. "Got to a museum he says, it'll be fun he says."
"Not my fault you're a trouble magnet, kid."
He stuck Venom's tongue out as Laura returned, having literally shredded the slayer apart. She flicked it, which made him recoil. "You just went to a museum. It doesn't get anymore boring than that. How did you mess that up?"
Before he could make his case, his spider-sense warned him of the two silver spider-legs that he pushed the two feral mutants away from. He wasn't able to get himself out of the way and got batted into an alley. Something crashed onto him and pinned him to the ground. Blue bug-like eyes glared down at him.
"I expected my slayers to put up more of a fight."
Peter glared up at him. "Sorry to disappoint, but all they did was make a mess."
He kicked off Alistair and climbed up a wall. To his surprise, Alistair followed him up and tackled him down onto the roof. They struggled until Alistair once again had him pinned.
"You're going to suffer for killing my father!"
Peter rolled them over. "What are talking about?! Who the hell are you?!"
Alistair kicked him off and used one of the legs on his back to throw him off the roof. He caught himself with a web but groaned when Alistair somehow swung after him on his own web-shooter.
Logan was about to go after them, but paused when he caught a scent. He growled and turned to Laura. "Take the bike and go after them. I'm gonna check on Storm."
She left without a word and he followed the scent he caught to an alleyway. "Come out, Romanoff!"
"Logan." Someone greeted from behind him.
He faced her as she removed her hat and sun-glasses. "You shouldn't be here."
She glared at him. "I wanted to see him. I had to. He should at least know."
"Not until he's ready."
"And who will decide that? You?" She accused.
Logan angrily stepped in front of her. "He may deserve to know, but you don't. Not after what you did."
She recoiled at his word. "I never meant-"
"That doesn't change what happened!"
Her expression grew desperate and pleading but he didn't let it get to him. "Logan, you know I cant-he shouldn't exist. I don't know how but I should not have been able to have him. Please, he's the only good thing I will ever leave in this world."
He shook his head with a sigh. "You should have thought about that before. Does Fury even know what he is to you?"
She took a step back to collect herself and return to a neutral expression. "I never told him. That doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't know."
Logan turned to leave. "Stay away from him."
"Damn it, Logan. All this because of a promise to a dead woman?"
"A promise I intend to keep." He told her.
"You wont stop me, Logan. We have every right to know each other."
"He does. You don't."
Peter and Alistair crashed behind an apartment building, trying to wrestle the other down.
"You want to know who I am?! I'm the son of the man you killed! The son of Spencer Smythe!"
Peter separated himself and jumped back onto a wall. "You're Spencer's brat? I didn't kill him. He helped me escape to spite Osborn. He found out and killed him himself."
"Liar!" Alistair jumped at him.
Peter met him halfway and tackled onto the nearby building's generator. "Stop! I didn't kill him!"
"You're lying!"
"Damn it, Smythe. Just end this now, your problem isn't with me!"
He didn't stop. Peter grabbed his hands and pushed them into the generator. They both screamed as they were electrocuted but Peter held on. "J-just give up!"
"N-never! You'll d-die for what you did!"
The symbiote painfully flailed around and begun to seemingly melt off of Peter. Alistair was made of metal now and was doing just as bad. "Enough, Smythe!"
"No! We both die then!"
Peter looked down almost pleadingly. "Don't make me do this, please."
Alistair gritted his teeth to look up at him. "We'll finish this in hell."
"No, we wont."
A few minutes later, Laura drove up on Logan's bike. She spotted both of their smoking forms on the ground and went to Alistair first, to make sure the threat was neutralized. Upon finding that he was dead, she moved to Peter. He was laying in a puddle of black sludge. His whole upper body was bare and smoke still rose from him.
With the slightest bit of concern, she felt along his neck for a pulse, since she couldn't hear his heart-beat or breathing. She jumped back when he gasped and the symbiote began pulling itself together.
"Ugh, some people call that therapy?" He asked rhetorically, clutching his head.
Laura moved over to help him up. "Crazy people from what I understand. You must have found it very relaxing."
He snorted with an arm over her shoulder for support. "Yeah, I feel so relaxed."
She rolled her eyes and helped him to the bike. "Lets just get you to Hank."
He glanced at her, amused. "Do I detect genuine concern?"
Laura scoffed. "Not in the least. I just want you off my back."
"Sure, whatever you say."
'She wants us.'