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The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man Season 1: (Issue 4: A "Shocking" Hostile Takeover )

Brooklyn Bridge, December 5th, 2009, 11:57 AM…

"-and there." A screen of a laptop shown Spider-Man stopping a large-metal poles in a concentration site, inches away from dropping on the workers as a single-web shown as Spider-Man pulling it with ease then swung away, then with a click goes to another scene of Spider-Man able to stop a robbery, as in stopping the getaway car in the middle of the street, fought of the thugs with speed that seemed to be a blur of himself, showing what incredible speed Spider-Man possesses as again he webbed the thugs and left the scene. One would've been assured that these actions would bring positivity thoughts, but no. Not for one or more individuals, "This…Spider-Man seems capable of fighting your run-of-the-mile thug. But it has become a problem for some time." Wilson Fisk said, as he and Slico walked on a bridge. Wesley shut the laptop as he walked beside the two crime bosses.

"I see. He does possess such quite feats. But even then, he seems just like a nobody with powers. He's…misguided." Slico commented. This makes Wilson raise an eyebrow a bit. Confused on those words and so was Wesley.

"How do you mean, Slico? If that is so, he would've been working for us a long time ago. Things were moving quietly and smoothly till this, 'Hero' showed up now. Yet, the NYPD as well as the press still sees him as a threat, which does help us in the long run."

"I can't say for Zaun. Many are looking up to him despite him being in the States and not in Zaun. Even his presence on the news from the World. Hmph, traidors." Slico said. Shaking his head in annoyance yet a familiar sense of betrayal, Wilson places a hand on his shoulder in an empathic sense .

"I understand. Whoever this masked-fr

eak is, he's influencing seems…troublesome. Which is why I have my Enforcers. Along with a new recruit. Bribed him out of his jail time for the moment. This shall be done in due time." Slico nodded in aforementioned though he gave a concerned look a bit, prompting Wilson to look at him curiously.

"I know your Enforcers can handle the bug, but this new recruit? Bribed him out of his jail time? What is your game, Wilson?" Slico asked, which made Wilson to quietly chuckle a bit.

"Don't worry too much Slico, my friend. He does have a way of not being good at crime or getaways, but he does have the skills to have in-order to stop this bug once and for all." Wilson said, then snapped his finger as Wesley came back with the laptop. Wilson typed a few commands as then a video-fed came into New York Central Station as 10 men with assault rifles came in, shooting up the ceiling, making everyone go on the ground.

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New York Grand Central Station, 12:39 PM…

"Alright listen up! If you wanna live so badly, then do what the hell I say!" A male-voice shouted. Revealing a man in suit that had a brown-vest along with tactical-black strap-belt with 3 pouches, along the legs and arms being fishnets and black tactical boots in a fishnet mask, then had two large-metal gauntlets, "I want everyone be in the center of the station! On your knees and hands behind your backs! Unless you wanna be filled with fuckin' lead in ya!"

Nearly all the New Yorkers or all walks of life gather into a circle in the center, hands behind their backs and onto their knees. "So, uh, what do we do now, Boss?" A thug asked the man.

"Yeah, Boss, what's next!" Someone quipped as a familiar sound came in…

*THWIP!*

BGM: Spider-Man 3 GBA Soundtrack - Search and Rescue

All occupants, including the thugs and the civilians turned to Spider-Man swing inside, kicking two men to the ground. Then webbed them up in a large web, the 8 remaining thugs began to fire their weapons, as if time seemed to slowed Spider-Man with his heightened-senses, speed then reflexes began to avoid nearly as incoming bullets coming towards him, thankful he made sure they were shooting at him rather than the civilians.

Spider-Man did a few side-dodges, backflips as now he advanced towards the thugs, then he a special-web technique he uses was he shot only four webs at four men with their guns with one hand then another set of 4 webs from the other at the final four men, snatching all 8 thugs weapons away from them.

Then all got into fighting stance, two men landed a few jabs at Spider-Man to which he dodge all from each left and right before he jump-slamming the thugs head together, knocking them out. One grabbed a chair, then threw it at Spider-Man, which in mid-air grabbed it and threw it back, knocking the wind-out of the thug. Spider-Man's Spider-Sense ranged in his head as a thug reached from a pistol as he went near a civilian but Spider-Man quick reaction and speed shot a webbing at the shot, then lifted him off the air to do a few air-attack combos as the thug now back on the ground in a web. The last remaining four then had knives, Spider-Man senses ringed again as one begun to slash in his direction to which again Spider-Man's reaction was able to dodge each slash from left and right, before the last slash, Spider-Man caught it the last second before disarming the thug and threw a few punches and a final kick to the stomach as the thug now hit the ground in pain.

The three then begun to surround Spider-Man, two thugs dashed towards Spider-Man but in a counter-move, Spider-Man grabbed their arms with the two knives as he then slammed the two to the ground, webbing them up, the one of the threw it at Spider-Man's side rip, though it didn't went to his rip but slash-up his suit, "Dude! Are you serious?! You know how much this is gonna cost?!" Spider-Man quipped as he shot a web-line at the thug who threw the knife as then Spider-Man uppercut the thug, knocking him out before webbing him up.

The last thug saw all nine of them defeated. Then he dropped his knife and looked at Spider-Man in fear, "Look man, I give up! Fuck thi-" He didn't finish as Spider-Man air-punched him on his side-cheek, then webbing him up.

"Dude! Watch your language! There are kids here!" Again Spider-Man quipped again.

BGM-Ends

All the 10 thugs were defeated. The civilians got up with the help from Spider-Man as a loud clap came from the brown and yellow "Boss" on top of the main entrance of the Central Station, making Spider-Man leap towards him, crouching on top of broad. "Wow. Nice fucking work, freak. Y'know, I knew they were too slow and easy for you. But not me!"

"Dude, you're WAY out of my league. But okay, let's go!" Before Spider-Man even landed a punch…

*BOOM!*

BGM: V3-Panic

A huge shock-wave came, knocking Spider-Man back to the grand-floor, as the man in yellow-brown outfit-fishnet jumped. Then with two hands, the two gauntlets then shot another shock-wave, again knocking Spider-Man in the air and to where the train-stations board would as Spider-Man landed back. "O-Ow…My back. What the h-heck?!"

"HAHAHA! Didn't see that, you freak?! HA! Guess it was Shocking for you?!" The Shocker quipped. Which made Spider-Man groan in frustration.

"Dude, that was my line!" Spider-Man shot a webline to the ceiling in hopes to do a kick, as soon he did, Shocker again shot another shotwave, knocking Spider-Man back on the ground. Then Shocker unleashed a series of shockwaves all over the Central Station, making Spider-Man swing away to avoid the shockwaves, 'Great! I can't fight him head on! These shockwaves are just too much to handle! Also that last attack made my back hurt a bit! The heck…' Spider-Man snapped out of his thoughts as he saw Shocker reload his gauntlets and waited for them to recharge, quickly Spider-Man shot a webline and came to Shocker, 'This is my chance!'

Shocker didn't have the fastest time to react as series of punches came from Spider-Man, a uppercut, a left and right punch, then a twirl series of punches, from Shocker's POV it were blurry attacks that he couldn't even make out what other was coming, but then he blocked one and shoved Spider-Man to the side as then he shot a shockwave that made Spider-Man go flying out of the central station entrance that was a glass-door, then he collide to a taxi-car.

Spider-Man realized his front side of the suit then his right arm was ripped open, "Great! Now I gotta fix this-" A ring came from his head as Shocker shot another shockwave, Spider-Man backflipped out of the way, he shot a series of webs, causing Shocker to block all of these webs.

BGM- Ends

BGM- Spider-Man 3 GBA Soundtrack-Electro Boss Fight

'Wait! That's it! If I shoot more webs enough, making Shocker-guy block my webs yet making his gauntlets unless!' Then again Spider-Man shot another series of webs at Shocker, to which made him block all of his webs but then one of the gauntlet jammed with webs on his left arm, Shocker realize it too late as Spider-Man then did another series of fast-punches from side to side then a uppercut, making the Shocker go to the ground, but the with one remaining working gauntlet he fired at Spider-Man, making the Spider Hero fly again and hitting on a bus.

"HA! You outplayed me, I will admit. But I'll still finish you off, fucker!" Then shot another shockwave at the bus. But nothing reacted, which made Shocker then throw a grenade, exploding the bus. He stands there a few seconds, "Huh. Guess I killed that fucking annoying bug for good, hehe-"

"Um, excuse me, sir." Shocker turned around and felt the hardest-final uppercut in his life as Spider-Man punched him up in the air, and then smacked him back on the ground with a series of air-combo kicks.

BGM-Ends

As Shocker lay on the ground unconscious and defeated, Spider-Man proceeds to destroy the gauntlets on his arms. The police soon came as now Spider-Man shot a web then proceeded to swing away. Though in his mind he realized that made him feel he had a heart-attack, "CRAP! I forgot it was the end of Lunch!" Spider-Man hurriedly made his way back to school. The NYPD came. One by one NYPD leaving out of their cars, with their weapons drawn as they saw the Shocker in webs, along with the ten thugs in webbing.

"Huh, guess they were already apprehended. Shit, it's Spider-Guy, right?" One of the Officers said. A few nodded.

"Goddammit. Boss ain't gonna be happy, Schulz." One of the Thugs said.

"Y-You idiot! Why the fuck did you even have to say my name out loud?!" Shocker yelled, which was Herman Schulz. Then a few Officers heard his voice and then laughed. Then they arrest all of the thugs and then with Herman as they get to their police cars. Though one Officer that wasn't by everyone was watching in a blank-stare at the aftermath of the scene showdown of Spider-Man and Shocker. Then the Officer went away in their patrol vehicle. Leaving the scene.

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Fisk Tower, Office Lounge, 2:45 PM…

"Well, that was disappointing. Even with the resources we provided him. He failed. Shall I contact the Enforcers?" Wesley asked Wilson. To whom both were in their seats, mostly on a couch. Wesley jotted down notes as Wilson took a sip of water. He sighs in disappointment yet with a hint of annoyance of another failed thug to take down Spider-Man, another time of his wasted.

"No. Schlitz's not worth that much time. Or anyone's time. Another would-be-deadbeat who can't even come with an actual way to finish Spider-Man. Doesn't help that the other Higher-Ups of Crime bosses are now in question to deal with the punk." Wilson said. Wesley nodded, as now Wilson got up. Walk by the window of the Lounge of the city once more. "This shall even be the last time I pick off another lonely-idiot on the streets to waste my resources. *Sighs* No matter, if anything else we'll just send my Enforcers. Have them as our guards to keep our activities silent, not disturbed. You think you can get it done, soon?"

"Of course, sir. Right away." Wesley nodded, so did Wilson as he left the lounge. Leaving Wilson by himself in a deep thought. Honestly a part of him was deeply angered by the waste of time, along with resources made of trash to now nothing. Sure, by the files, Herman has a way with creating items out of nothing, some were decent while the rest was utterly garbage. But, Wilson had to at least know that Herman or the Shocker did somehow manage to build a device to actually counter Spider-Man, these Shockwaves seem to be a challenge for Spider-Man because everything from a camera hidden in the Grand Central station captured everything. So as of now Wilson again opens the laptop, replaying the whole scene of the events of today.

Of course as he knew the shockwaves of those gauntlets prove a solid counter to Spider-Man, as he saw the Web-Slinger doing his best to get close to Herman but with the shock waves prove to stop Spider-Man engaging head-on or close fighting. Thinking as of now, Wilson grabs his office-phone, dialed a number as someone on the line picked up, "Kyle? Yes, it's me. I need you to go down to the workshop. I believe our former associate has left his blueprints of a project he was doing before resigning. Please go get them for me."

"Yes sir, right away." Kyle said as both men hung the phone as Wilson took a box of cigars out of a drawer, lit it up as he took a few puffs. Then saw one of issues of the Daily Bugle of Spider-Man on the front cover, taking it, Wilson looked at the photo of Spider-Man. He gave a disgusted look as well with anger. So many questions, yet, most Wilson knew just by looking at the photo, "This, brat. This, hero." He clutches for the moment before ripping it all to shreds before throwing it to the ground, in rage. But more controlled as well being silent. "I knew he had to do something about that robbery, that night he was there. Hmmm, a very strange yet annoying individual, I must deal with. Watch yourself, Spider-Man, you may have beaten Herman but my Enforcers are more deadly and will destroy you!"

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The Daily Bugle, Office of J. Jonah Jameson, 5:30 PM…

"As I would say and will say it again, who is Spider-Man? He's a criminal! That's who he is! A thief! A public menace!" A middle-aged man with a very short mustache, in a mix of a news/business man suit he had on, along with dark-brown with a mix of gray on the sides said, to all by New York, J. Jonah Jameson. He then slammed his fist on his desk as his phone rang, though as soon he heard a voice, he hung up. "What has that menace done now? Anything?"

"Maybe if you should think of what you said, maybe I'll tell you, Jonah." A middle-aged African American said, with gray hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a reddish-brown dress shirt, along with a pair of black-slacks and shoes. He gave his Editor in Chief a look of disapproval. Mostly of the claims of Spider-Man being a menace since last year. Robbie Robertson, some of a close worker of one of J. Jonah Jameson.

Jameson just gave him a fake-surprised look and placed his hands on his sides, "No." Robbie shook his head and sadly-chuckled.

"Well you see there was a hostage situation at the Grand Central Station, though I'm sure you saw it on the news." Jameson nodded, "Then a group of men with assault rifles came in holding them, then some weirdo in a yellow, brown costume with fishnets and stuff. Then Spider-Man came in and then-"

"HA! As soon as trouble comes, HE gets there! But why? How does he do it? I bet he planned that!"

"But, Jonah, he saved those people's lives. He even, by how he arrested most of these crooks, all in a web."

"But!" Jameson raised a finger at Robbie to silence him a bit, "But, Robbie, why does he need to wear a mask? Hmm? If he saves lives and intervenes in the Police business? Why the mask? Why?! 'Cause he's a no-good-wannabe cop! Who takes the LAW on his hands! Now we're gonna get costumed nutcase crooks on the streets! Thanks to him, the Grand Central Station was destroyed! Most of them are old! Aged out doors! And-!" A knock comes as both Jameson and Robbie turn around as they see Peter at the Office door of Jameson's. "Parker! Where the hell have you been?! Got hit by a polo ball on the way here?!" Jameson yelled, causing Peter to just stand there, dumbfounded by how his "Boss".

"I-Uh-Eh, school? Sir?" Peter said, slowly shrugging his shoulders a bit.

"Yeah, yeah, anyway, heard the news on Grand Central Station?" Peter nodded, "Got pictures of that menace?"

"I told you he's not a menace!"

"And I told you-!"

"I'll take care of it!" Robbie held his hand and left the office. Peter shook his head as he took out photos of Spider-Man, aka, himself in his suit, fighting Shocker and the thugs. Even a birds-eye photo picture of him colluding to the taxi on his back. Jameson took the photos from Peter's hand, he looked at them then to Peter.

"Crap, crap. All crap. Give you $400 like usual." Jameson placed the photos, took a checkbook out as he wrote, "There you go. Thank you, bye-bye." Jameson said as he sat down, on the phone. Peter shook his head and chuckled a bit as he now went on his way. As he was making his way he briefly heard a man's voice. The tone seemed frustrated as the sound of a phone being slammed. Then Peter, curious about that, went to one Ben Urich. Somewhat of a vet in reporting and journalism . Mostly getting top of the top stories, as in affairs of celebrities, scandals, even getting some big shot corporations exposed by their unethical ways or corruption. He seems a bit the same height as Peter, well a one-inch taller than Peter with long-brown hair that's shoulder-length with a brown-cut goatee beard in all black shirt, dark jeans with dress-shoes. Urich was writing down on a notebook with paper by his side, he notice Peter, "Ah, Mr. Parker. How can I help you?" Urich asked, shooting a sincere welcoming smile at the teen.

"O-Oh nothing…Well, no, I was just leaving Mr. JJ's office after submitting my photos and heard you a bit…frustrated. So I wanna ask what's wrong?" Peter explained. Urich nodded and sighs as he took off his glasses. Pinched the temple of his head, a sigh of exhaustion.

"Well…I'm not very sure I should tell you, nor have can I even describe to you. But all I would share with you is-" He stops himself as he looks over people in the office, since no one was paying attention, he looks as Peter again, "-I've been making a story or well a story or two about exposing a few New York crime bosses over the past year, as well of a tip from overseas." Urich said, getting up and grabbing a chair for Peter, which gave a confused look but sat down anyway as now he and Urich sat down. "Starting off the crime bosses, I've noticed that this, uh, Spider-Man right? Yeah, Spider-Man, been going around catching crooks on active crime, right?" Peter nodded as well and explained he got a photo of Spider-Man catching small-time crooks, "There's been a pattern. A pattern of these men. Most of which are the Kingpin's men."

"Kingpin?" Peter repeated. The name that caught Peter's attention.

"Huh? Wait, you never-Nevermind. Anyway, Kingpin has been running Hell's Kitchen. Not all mind you, but boy I'll tell you, if mess up or something gets in his way, he'll…kill you. Or make you a worker slave."

"Are you serious?! Or was it, uh,…a bit of an exaggeration, right?" Peter said. Slowly chuckle a bit.

"Yeah that was an exaggeration, okay? Okay, buddy? Anyway, like I said. This guy has if not most of all power. So yeah, most of a tyrant. Everyone is on this guy's payroll. Even a few NYPD cops are on his payroll, some damn good lawyers, one to possibly three Politicians on his big payroll. Either way, this guy is big. Big of the crime bosses of New York. I went away to these thugs or these crooks who were working with Kingpin, all said he operates in Hell's Kitchen, yet, none doesn't know his name or even what he looks like, though I knew that was bullshit."

"How?" Peter asked. Urich then smirked as he handed a photo or two of men in suits, one was a large-man in all white suit and bald, as he pointed to the large-man, "So that's-!"

"Yep! That's him! No matter if these are connected to him and such, he's been…able to get away with such crimes." Urich said. Most with a hint of venom as well of anger. Mostly the knowing of a businessman/crook boss of crime that is seemed to be freed of charges of any crime, which made Peter felt the same way.

"Then, why at least no one hasn't even been able to speak on this?" Peter asked, Urich did give a deadpan-yet disappointed face, "I mean, c'mon Mr. Urich wouldn't at least let the public know about this?"

"*Sighs* Trust me, kid. I wish it would be easy. Really I wish it was, but, you NEED at least ALL connecting evidence to pin-point to him. All to him. So this is where I could ask you." Peter raised an eyebrow at that part, "Listen, this, um-could be weird but could you think you can give this to Spider-Man?" Then Urich handed a file to Peter as he again looked around the office once more before coming a bit close to Peter's ear, "I know it's weird and all but ever since Spider-Man has been out, at least in the lower districts of New York feels a bit safe. Since Kingpin's men only operate in lower areas, mostly urban places, alleys, some in downtown Manhattan, you name it. Then again, the possibility is…endless. Think Spider-Man will listen to this?"

Peter thought to himself. Almost all of New York doesn't know he's Spider-Man himself. Just a year of Peter as Spider-Man be stopping most if not the daily small-crimes. As in store-robberies, car-jackings, people fighting for just a petty reason and such or strong prey the weak. Or the weak prey the weaker. Thought of these people that Peter has been stopping for just a year were working for this crime-boss. Then…'Then…wasn't the Killer who killed Uncle Ben could have been involved? Did this "Kingpin" order the hit? The robbery?' The thought made Peter a seriously-angered expression which was noticed by Urich.

"Hey, uh, kid…You good? I mean, I can just do it my-"

"No, no. I'll do it. I'll get to Spider-Man. At this hour or time of day is when I'll be trying to get photos of him and some city places. However Peter remembers the mention of a tip from overseas. "May I ask, what was the tip from overseas?"

Urich gives a smirk, as he types on a computer then a few minutes of typing, showing it to Peter on a screen. From there Peter saw a building. The tallest he saw, sure, not as tall as the Empire State Building or even the Golden-Gate Bridge in San Francisco, though he still can't admit that whatever this building was, it was huge. Brown-tile bricks, glass windows, the usual looks of a building, even seeing a large-black gate. "Before I tell ya, can or if you're comfortable, how old are you? I mean, you look like a young-adult."

"Oh, well, n-no I'm just 16. That's all." Peter answered. Which shook the journalist a bit as Urich did a audible *whew* for a second.

"Well that's perfect. As in what you see is the most prestigious-known school of the world. Hope's Peak Academy. If not known to many, the school is…well, amazing. Mostly on their purpose to keep hope alive and such. Though they don't lie about guarantees for success if you graduate. But here's the thing about it…well mostly getting in, you see we do it by letting parents in America or in other countries to pick schools for their children, however for Hope's Peak, you only can be scouted by these two requirements.

Already enrolled in High School at the minimum age of 16 years of age.

You must be the very best at what you do, as known as, have a talent.

So, in other words, be 16 or in Highschool and have a talent. Don't even ask why they do this, they have been doing it for decades and look at them, several alumni in any field of their talent worldwide made things better for the world." Urich said.

'Hope's Peak Academy? Huh…? Yes, I'm sure I heard of it before. It is indeed the top school in the world, known to man but what does this "tip" mean?' "So what does this tip mean? Oh, let me guess, top government projects underground? Crazed monsters? Bad Higher-Ups? The cliche trope of bad-men running an innocent school that is actually not innocent." Peter sarcastically remarks. Urich shook his head as he chuckled.

"Well, maybe you are onto something. But this tip regarding this, as much this school is going extremely well as in their numbers of the years, a leak or as again this tip I've got the school has been losing a bit of the funds from the government, mostly pulling away from the school, reasons we don't and neither did they who have sent this tip. But, the next part of the tip was that there was an unknown creation within the school. That…I have no idea."

"So…why would that even be on the tip or why is it even mentioned?" Peter pointed out.

"Honestly, no clue, kid. Maybe they want us to find it out on our own, maybe if…Nevermind. That's about it. So, all I ask is to see if Spider-Man maybe could help? Sure, everyone, even me kinda hates how Johan is writing bull on the guy's name. I mean, yeah of course he goes around in tights and shooting webs, but at least he's trying to help. If that's what he's trying to do, I know he could do something about dealing with Kingpin's men." Urich said.

Peter placed a hand on his chin, thinking to himself. As in what to do. Mostly about Kingpin. If he had known who he was fighting or stopping crime working for this known crime-boss, doing his bidding, robberies, fighting and such. If so, 'Then…then he could be responsible…'

After a few minutes of finish talk, Peter bid his way away from the office as he continued to think from his thoughts as he got into the elevator. 'This is the ONLY possibility I can think of. I mean, he's a CRIME-BOSS! Anyone would have sent the hit, sure I get it or something I have to keep in mind. But this "Kingpin" or Fatty is the only one I could think of who sent the hit! And the one who-! No. No, don't get angry just yet Pete. Done so much in the last year or so. No need to look down on Uncle Ben's words…' After the elevator stopped, Peter made his way onto a nearby alley, scaling up the wall, donning his Spider-Man suit, as he swung away at high speeds, still as the year went by, the swing still felt a bit new. Carefully making sure he doesn't hit civilians nor hitting himself on buildings and vehicles but nonetheless made sure to swing with full control as well as enjoyment.

"Alright, then Mr. Urich. This Kingpin fella might be a threat I've never seen to have or even faced. Could even be the one who sent the Shocker. But how-? Oh, right…money and corruption, of course. Very cool and typical. Maybe bribed him off. Still…maybe he has the answers-!" Then from a vibrate on his phone was his Aunt, who landed on a rooftop and placed his phone on his ear, ",H-Hey, Aunt May! No, no, I'm fine. Just studying! Yeah, um, get the eggs? Milk as well? I thought that-? Oh, yeah, expired. Yeah, I got money! I'll be there, love you." Peter hung his phone up, sighing but smiling. 'Aunt May…Aunt May is all I have. And I am all she has. I…I must try and find why he need to-! To-! Calm down, Pete. Calm down.' Peter looked over the bright beautiful city of New York once more, knowing it his responsibility to ensure no one like Peter should suffer the same fate his Uncle faced. Leaping off the building and swinging again as the sun sits in for dawn.

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Underground Lair, December 8th, 2009, 9:24 PM…

"One more time…" Mason said. A Humanoid-Cyborg nodded and replayed the same scene of Spider-Man fighting the Shocker and his men. The looks of the Webbed-Spider hero effectively evaded, dodged, attacked the thugs but struggled to Shocker as a ranged villain did prove to be a hinder counter to Spider-Man. In which Spider-Man, as again the footage played himself facing off thugs, Mason noticed that everything an attack would happen, Spider-Man knew or counter it. Mason rubbed his chin and saw a red-blur on the Shocker, possibly this is a way to show how fast Spider-Man could attack at a close range or perhaps his speed. Then on a second monitor showed Spider-Man's strength, as in picking up damaged cars, buses, larger men and even women, overpowering many men with just a shove or push. Even snapped guns, iron-bats, even doors, just about everything with his bare hands, even a short clip of a fast-speedy car being stopped by Spider-Man with ease. Mason again looked in curiosity yet a hint of fear from the hero's feats, "...Hmmmm. This fellow could be a problem. Even stopping these weak individuals or these ramping thugs on the streets, he does it with ease. And the problem is…how does he do it?! Like, the moment that thug had even a chance to throw a single punch, he dodged, as if he knew it was coming to him!"

Mason turned his eyes on his cyborg fully becoming more and more "Human", as in they dressed, spoke, moved more human than a machine, as in showing emotions and mimicking body movement of humans. The perfect deceptive play for a vengeful plan. Planned by an outcast- genius. He smirks as his creations begin to become deceptive beings to bring down the wicked of Oscorp, "Finally. Plans are now up to date! Plans to make them all pay! I am the true genius! ME! I shall-!"

He was briefly stopped as he coughed. And coughed, until the last one made him spit a bit of blood. Fear was in his eyes, yet still filled with determination of his plan at getting back at those who betrayed him. 'My…My weakened and sick body will h-hinder me! N-N-No matter. No matter if this rotten body shall give up. My mind, my genius, my robots. Everything! Will. Be. GREATER!' Mason thought to himself as he laughed maniacally.

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