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The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man Season 1: (Issue 5: Clicky-Click, Poppy-Pop, Disco-Kick!)
10:51 Am, December 17th (Saturday), 2009, Oscorp (New York)...
"...that being so? Of course it would be." A man speaking to his colleagues to who both were janitors as they were headed to their Oscorp closet of cleaning supplies.
"Yep, the company's going to be international soon. Opening its doors to all over the globe. Though, not like I care." A man said, grabbing their assigned supplies.
"Same here, at least it pays good. Not like I give two shits about-" Two sound cracking came as both Oscorp janitors collapsed onto the ground. Back of their heads crushed as three-emotionless individuals came in, grabbing their clothing along with supplies, those that have flammable reading warnings.
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11:05 Am, Oscorp Genetics Labs…
"Dude! Look at this place!" Peter said. Acknowledging the lab of the Genetics in Oscorp, which by inside were bigger than even the average lab. Even has hologram-projectors/displays, some showing the human body or DNA, some on animals, even one that displays news and such. Along with that, many scientists were in the lab, working as such, some on a project together, most were in their desks alone on phones or computers. Osborn, as well as his son, were with Peter in the lab. Norman just smirks at knowing what the young-prodigy admiring the large lab within Oscorp. "Guess you weren't lying." Peter chuckled.
"Why would I lie? I am Norman Osborn. Leading in Genetics and Bio, my dear boy. And as such hoping-," Norman places a hand on his son's shoulder a bit, "-my legacy will continue to hold each generation."
"Y-Yeah, sure Dad." Harry said, rubbing his neck a bit. Somewhat nervous of the possible future of one day running Oscorp.
Peter looked at the holograms, mostly on one of Animal as well Human DNA. How they are constructed, arranged, even telling the true purpose of DNA. Though Peter did notice the Animal DNA, also showing Cells seem to be mostly forced on Reptiles, specifically on Lizards, Salamanders, Chameleons. Peter tilted his head a bit, curious as to why these three were shown here. Sure at the back of Peter's head, it was common or these are the known common species to reheal themselves. Able to regrow limbs or organs if damaged at will. "Huh, that's very…interesting."
"Oh yes, it is. Quite interesting. Extraordinary even." Peter turns his head and sees a middle-aged man with dark-blonde hair in a lab coat with a black shirt, brown slacks, shoes with blue eyes. The defining feature of the man was that he was missing an arm, his left arm. He looked at Peter with a smile, as then looked at the Reptiles, "I see you took an interest in these extraordinary animals. Sure, by the eyes and looks, they seem…different from the average animal we see in our day to day lives. However my young-friend, they hold a key to us. A key that we've been struggling to find in the hopes of our bodies. Something to once again have." He stops himself as he rubs his hair a bit, knowing he went on a monologue, "Ah, my mistake. I don't mean to talk about myself or my research, but hello my friend, I am Curtis Conners or Curt Conners. I am head of Genetics at Oscorp."
They both shook hands a bit as Peter nodded, "Y-Yeah. Nice to meet you, too." 'Wait! This is Curt Conners?! The-The one Uncle Ben told me. Wow, he's, um, tall for a guy and…uh, old a bit. Then again from the looks of it, he seemed to look like the type who doesn't stop on their research.' "Though I am, uh, curious to know what Oscorp is doing to these reptiles. As in…studying how they heal themselves?"
"Yes. It's been a bit of a non-stop quest on their special gift to heal not their wounds on the outside or inside but also on the idea of regenerating their limbs. As well as fighting the world's common diseases. Most fatal of one's such as cancer or burn degrees." Conners said. With his right-arm, he taps a few commands on the hologram as it shows the inner sides of Lizards. "One I've been studying on reptiles. Most on the Lizard. For a while these special creatures have one, if not a given ability to just heal its wounds and limbs at will. Fleeing from battle, can create a new tail, arm, leg, even its eye. Even with us being the lead for genetics and bio, we haven't made a way to grow limbs of humans. So many lost humans and even children who lost their limbs by birth or by an accident." Conners said, then switched it back.
"So…what does it mean? Or…how you think you'll do it, um, Dr. Conners?" Peter said, as they both left the area, as Norman and Harry were at the main area.
"Well, I…hmm, I want a world without weakness. A world where we humans can heal ourselves at a faster rate…just…have a gift for humans that we can heal from anything! Though something I've been trying to do or the solution I need or looking for a bit…radical. Something that-"
"Cross-species genetics?" Conners stopped and looked at Peter, "The way you're saying is something I was…reading about. Or something like…A person with Parkinson's disease when the brain cells that produced dopamine start to disappear. But…a zebra fish has the ability to regenerate cells on command. You're talking about the idea of an ability that is used and implement on humans then…we can indeed heal or cure ourselves from anything." Peter said. Conners was…stunned by this. This young-man he just met figured the key for humans to heal better. Cure themselves. He smiles at the answer.
"Yes. You are correct." He nodded, from afar Norman saw the conversation and smirk, "Then young-man what is your name-"
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! SECURITY ALERT! THIS IS NOT A TEST! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
"What the-?!" 'Jeez, Spider-Sense!'
"Wh-What's going on?! Dr. Osborn!" Conners ran to Norman with just a shock but anger expression, "Is this…a breach?!"
"I don't know, Conners! I'm calling my security!"
In the main-lobby, a few men in janitor outfits came in, attacking a few people. Noticeable blood-stairs on them, as they held a few handguns. Then on the outside, one to four Police cars were outside, though they looked a bit emotionless, cold as they came inside with Sub-machine guns as they too fired.
"Wh-What the hell?! Why are the cops shooting at US!" A man yelled but then shot.
"O-Oh, my God…Help us!" A woman yelled. Many ran from anywhere to avoid getting shot by these NYPD officers. As it was happening a Man in a hat with a scar on his face, in the same janitor uniform were in a elevator, almost at the level of Genetics and Bio with a handgun, he spots Norman and aimed until-
"Excuse me, coming through!" Then Spider-Man or Peter, in his full-patched up suit came out of nowhere, mostly through a window and kicked the janitor-imposter to the ground. Though Peter felt that his body was…heavier. Ignoring that fact, Peter shot a web at the imposter's gun and took it away, "Alright buddy let's throw down!"
But the imposter's wrist then opened up-blades, Peter was shocked until he back-flipped away in front of the blades. But this caused the imposter to run away, making Peter confused but he followed, "Hey! Hey, buddy! C'mon, come back!" Peter swung the hallways, until the imposter was in the elevator. "Dammit! Wait!" Peter ran and then opened the elevator doors with his super-spider strength, then falling down as he landed on the elevator of the imposter, "Alright, dude, give it up!" Peter then threw a punch but was dodged by the imposter and then kicked. The force of the kick from the imposter that hit Peter made a dent on the elevator on Peter's back, 'O-Ow! This guy…This guy is strong! H-How…he looks skinny yet so strong?!' Peter's thoughts were cut off by the ding of the elevator, then Peter landed down on the ground, using his two legs as then he kicked the imposter out of the elevator with his own powerful strength. Peter then notices the NYPD officers with guns he hopes will stop the imposter but then notices the looks he just saw the imposter's face, emotionless, cold, dead-eyes, menacing looks.
Then Peter's senses, the ring in his head intensifies as the Officers then aim their guns at them, 'O-Oh no…These guys are…imposters! But why do they look like…-!' Peter jumped and swung away from every fire or bullets. Then shooting webs, he managed to web about 10 of the fake-NYPD officers. Jumping to the ground, Peter kicked, punched, pinned most of them down but they all felt the same, very heavy. Then out of nowhere, one grabbed Peter, getting to a choke-hold position, "G-Get off!" Peter then, without releasing, grabbed the fake-officer arm. Ripping it off, then it finally hit Peter, he saw the arm was metal, wires, even sparks came out. "T-These guys are…robots?!" Then about 8 of the robots pinned Peter down, mixing their all robotic-strengths into one, Peter struggled and struggled. Then his senses picked up as he saw a pinned down woman and a teen on a damage debris, mostly door-chair was now in fear when one of the robots as a human aimed a gun, anger build-up in Peter then overpower pushed all the robots off of him, ripping them off and throwing some so hard on the ground they broke on impact as he leap up and swung-kick the robot as he helped the woman and teen get them on their feet, she thanked Peter as they ran.
Peter then saw the whole lobby as a warzone. They type in mostly in a village. Smoke was not as bad but was nonetheless there. Then Peter took the head of a robot. He plied off the fake-skin of the robot, showing the full metal. "Yep. These guys are definitely robots. Advanced too. Not the one's like maid's but something a bit…military or tactical of some kind." Quickly Peter webbed the head of the robot in-too a made-shift web-bag as he then left since he heard of the real-NYPD officers coming their way.
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5 Hours Later…
"...as more coverage on the attack within Oscorp we later know that just 5 Oscorp employees are confirmed dead at the scene from the attack, one that was later identified as one of the Higher-Ups of Oscorp by CEO and owner Norman Osborn with his son, to both were injured during the attacks. More shall be more on News 8 at 7:PM." A newswoman said, then shut off the cameras. Many of the NYPD and NYFD were present at the scene.
Norman, along with his son, Conners, two Oscorp guards while with his personal guard. Norman kneels down, looking at the 'dead'-NYPD cop, he notices the same metal-feature on its damaged face. Norman calls his personal-guard, Sam, over, "Look. Doesn't that look familiar?" Norman asked.
Sam moved closer to inspect the 'corpse', then saw the metal features, sure the blood nearly tricked him but then saw a spark, it confirmed both of their suspicions. He looks at Norman, "Think he orchestrated this? It's be a year, you know. He could have-"
"No…I mean, I do think he would have planned this. But…how? How the hell could he do all of this in a year?! No fundings! No right equipment! Partners! Anything! Nothing! Damn you, Mason!" Norman yelled. Thankfully his son didn't hear as much since Norman guards took him to their personal vehicle. Norman followed suit with their guards and son before Singed came running to him, before he came Norman turned to Sam, "Walt, by 9:30PM, get a few men of ours and track down Mason now. We don't know what he has on us or what else he's planning. But whatever that comes, get him off the streets."
"Will do, sir." Sam said and bowed down before finally Singed came to Norman.
"Dr-Dr. Osborn, what has h-happened? As soon the alarms, m-me and the rest on Chemist Lab division went to the panic room, so-"
"It's undercontrolled now. Calm yourself. The situation will be investigated thoroughly. But for now…" Norman with Singed went to the nearby Oscorp parking lot, "...Have you…talked to your friend? Phineas Mason?"
"N-No, sir. I have not. After he was let go…he cut off everyone. Including me." Singed said. Norman eyed him very suspiciously. It was a very-intense stare down quiet till Norman nodded.
"Alright, well whatever it was or what has happened it shall be handled thoroughly. Once this is handled, you are off for a week." Norman said. Singed gave a questioning-feared look, Norman gave a hand up. "Listen to me, you'll be fine. You will still get paid off, along with still financial aid for your daughter. Okay?" Norman said, giving a pat on Singed arm as he walked away. Singed nodded and sighs. Norman gets to where his personal car and butler with his son is there, but he picks up his phone. Dial a number as on the other line though they spoke in accent. Which was japanese, "Hi, yes, it's me. I'm sure you heard it by now, Oscorp has been attacked. I need your assistance."
"My assistance? From the Norman Osborn? Hehe…what a great , it comes with a great price for my services, you know?"
"Yes, yes, of course, of course. I understand the conditions of who you are. Being an alumni of the top schools from the last 2 years, your talent is used much. Well, for a business that is." Norman said. Somewhat praising yet a bit insulting the individual on the line but they were unfazed.
"Sure, sure, sure. Yeah, what-ever-the-fuck…What you need? Someone on the loose? Debt? Hiding?"
"A bit all of the above, however, I just need a location. Location, daily routes. I need to know the location."
"Alright then, location it is. Name?"
"Mason. Phineas Mason. What you need to know is he's a top-engineer in Oscorp. Once head in our Robotics and Engineering, though we…let him go. Look, I need to know what he's doing and where he is." Norman said.
"I see. I see, I see. Well, how old is he? What defining feature does he have? What does he do?"
"Well, he's in his sixes by now. Has gray-hair though it's fading, he does wear glasses-made goggles on his head a lot. Silver and brown."
"Hmmm…does he limp a bit? Medical history?" The sudden question made Norman remember that Mason was coughing his time in Oscorp. If he could recall, he did bleed from his mouth one time.
"He does have a condition. Though I am quite not sure what it is or what he said, I deduced that it must be a bit of organ failure. Is that all?"
"That should do it. I'll let you know any other information I might find. But…it's gonna take a bit of a week or so. You know how New York gets these days, it won't be easy to find this Mason fellow. So…good day."
The other line of the phone went off as Norman also hung up. He walks up to his car, with his butler and son, until Conners comes by to Norman, "Conners? What brings you by? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, sir. Just…after, y'know? The attack…I was speaking to this young-fellow before everything, yeah, but do you perhaps know the young-child?"
"Of course. He's Harry's friend. Best friend I might add. *Chuckle* He goes by Peter Parker. Junior year at Midtown High. From Harry he's the top kid of the school. I was letting him explore the building and offer an internship here at Oscorp in Genetics, where you operate. But you see all-"
"Wa-Wait…Peter Parker? Peter Parker?" Conners said.
"Yes, sir. Peter Parker. Do you need any other information about him? Want to interview him yourself?" Norman said, giving a smile. Conners was in deep thought. The type of in a remembering of the name said word, Parker. Conners nodded and left. Leaving Norman a bit confused but he shrugged his shoulders as he now got into his car.
"Oh, hey, uh, Dad. You okay?" Harry asked his father as he put his phone do a bit.
"Yes, yes. I am, son. Don't worry everything will be sorted out. For now, enjoy."
"Y-Yeah, sure." Harry said, putting his headphones back on as their driver took off. While Norman took his laptop up, displaying security footage of Spider-Man fighting off the humanoid-robots as NYPD. Displaying more of Spider-Man's feats, such as his fast reflexes and strength.
'Just what are you? Why you do…this? Either for fame? Attention? You haven't killed no one. You display powerful strength and speed that the eye itself can't track. Why do you waste time like this to protect the weak? Hmmmm…' Norman was in deep thought. Harry would glance at his father a bit. Though it was a quick look, he barely notice a slight-disturbing sinister smirk from his father.
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7:49 Pm, December 17th (Saturday), 2009, Singed's Apartment, Woodside (New York)...
After a long-busy day if not the attack shorten it, Singed made it to his home-apartment. After he opened the door, while placing the bags of groceries down as he shut the door and locked it. Then he places the groceries on the table, "What a day, what a day it was…"
"Hmm…oh hey, Dad." Then Singed turned around to see his daughter. She was in her teen's, 15 years old, with blue eyes and hair that was tied to a bun. She was wearing a pair of pajamas, though she's in a wheelchair. She is Orianna. She might be wheelchair-bound, but despite her disability she takes much of her, as in her same interest in chemistry, though in Biochemistry, which she excels in quite well in Midtown High. "I-I've heard what happened at Oscorp, Dad, are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, my dear. Nothing didn't happened to me. After all, if something were to happen then-"
Orianna held up her hand, "Dad. Father, don't. Like you said, I'm full of life ahead of me. Everything's going to be fine." She smiles at her father as he too does the same while also nodding.
"I know, my sweet girl. I know." He kisses her forehead as walks to place the bags of groceries. After that he grabs a pack of cookies. Peanut-Butter and Chocolate chip cookies, which was Orianna's favorite, "Here you go. Remember just call me when-"
"Yes, yes, Daddy, I know. Thank you!" Orianna said, moving her wheelchair to her room. He sighs but in relief and joy. Spending time with his daughter, despite this. He has a personal mission. An obsession to try and fix his daughter. Curing her condition to walk. To finally walk with his chemistry skills, mix with the lesson his former-friend wished to help. As he did, he went to a cold-stoic face the moment he made it into his own room, continuing his promise to his daughter and to humanity itself.
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9:23 Am, December 29th (Wednesday), 2009, Hope's Peak (Japan)...
"Hehe, look at his profile. I mean, c'mon Jin, boy's have way more potential here than his own school. Christ he's so smart that he even tutors. Free of charge." A Japanese man said. In a white-black striped suit in a forda-hat that matches with his suit. He had blonde hair and blueish-green eyes.
The man, Jin, looks at a photo of Peter Parker in a Science Fair, in which, by the blue-gold ribbon, he won first place. Jin had dark-purple hair and light purple eyes in black suit with a dark-purple tie as well. He eyed the photo for a moment. Then his attention went to his best friend, Koichi Kizakura, one of Hope's Peak Talent scouts. "I thought you were forcing on just Class 78?"
"I am. But this kid has been on my eye for a while." Jin sighs and shakes his head a bit. "Sorry, forgot to tell ya."
"Yeah, I can see that. But…isn't Class 77 full? It is the biggest class in decades." Jin said. Placing the file on his desk.
"Well…Class 77-A is, but for Class 77-B? Nope. One more seat then it'll be filled." Koichi said, tipping his hat off. Jin placed his hands together in thought. Though in his mind was a bit saddened but yet relieved that his once closest friend's son is still alive. Then Jin nodded and looked at Koichi.
"Fine. We'll send him a letter. And you're right. This boy," Jin holds a current picture of Peter, "-is one son of someone we both knew in our time, remember. Those darkest times. The darkest hour. I'll be damned if something were to happen to him. So…let's send him a letter. Think you can get it done?" Jin said.
Koichi gives a confident, yet cocky smirk, "What in the hell is a scouter of the school of Hope supposed to do? Of course! I mean…even those years, still haven't got over how…How-Nevermind. Consider it done, Jimbo." Koichi said. Jin nodded but then heard of his old nickname Richard Parker and Ben Parker used to call him. He couldn't help but just smile those times in their young-ages. Their 20's. Living life. Then seeing him with his son and wife. He shook his head and looked out of the window of his office. Him being the Headmaster and seeing the school as if it was tall or over the world. After all, Hope's Peak is a symbol of the next generation of Hope to be spread.
'So…that's where your son has been, Richard? Hehe, though, it was a good idea. But I know that you are proud of him. Not only keeping the gifts you had and being inherited himself is coming to the school I shall run to help Hope spread and wonders of talented-gifted students. I will keep our promise we made, over my dead body, he and Kyoko are safe in my with my life. Just wish…No, nevermind. But my dear friend, I…miss you.' Jin thought to himself. Knowing full-well the future will be bright.
He went back to his desk, after placing Peter's file into one of Class-77B, making the classroom officially 17 students. Though he would have to make an announcement on that when the time comes. Then he finally went to Class 78, pulling their files of the candidates or scouting. One by one he saw names, talents, history and such. Very diverse of skills and students, though he notice pair of four students that caught his eyes, mostly their talents:
L**** "Courtney" **********- Ultimate: Private Eye Detective
T**** "Rex" ******- Ultimate: Sharpshooter
W***** "Ty" *******- Ultimate: Prosecuting Attorney Prodigy
H**** "Liz" ******- Ultimate: Ballet Dancer
He nodded to their very unique talents, though he noticed one of them is a prodigy in law, one with 100% accuracy within using…anything. Even another note mentions that anything in hands is a weapon. Even a mention of a ballerina dancer who mastered the art, as well as many forms of dancing though ballet is her specialty. The most interesting thing is that they, on another note by Koichi, happened to be all siblings, but…their names, their last names don't really match. Jin raises his eyebrows a bit. Putting it aside for now, he starts to write a public announcement or speech many call it on his newest idea and students for the upcoming years. Because once again, this year, along with next year will be bright full of hope and the future.
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12:45 PM, December 29th (Wednesday) 2009, Location unknown (Desert)...
"What in the hell happened?!" An Officer said. He threw him up in the air as he saw the trailer lit to blaze. Only just 3 Officers were on the scene. He yelled at a White/Caucasian man, in his 50's, 55, in a large-dark green military worn-trench coat, khaki-slacks with brown-chelsea boots. He had gray-hair mix with black, as well a dallas mustache, and gray eyes, he was currently placing a cigarette on his mouth, then lit up.
"Well, Officer…it was a shootout? What the hell were you expecting?" The man said while also revealing on his chest coat a US Marine Corps pin, as well as a US Marine Corps rank, saying Master Sergeant on the left arm sleeve of his coat. Then another pin showed a pin with a bloodhound dog's mouth holding a knife with the number 77. The man was Roger Cunningham. "Just only about…hmm, 10 men with Mac-10's." He added in his heavy Kentucky accent
"T-That's not the damn point, jackass! We're talkin' about how the shit BLEW UP! How did that happen?!" The Officer yelled. Just for Roger to puff a smoke on the Officer's face.
"Simple, asshat, when gas leaks when shot out. What the fuck do you think it's goin do when fire comes? It'll blow up! Like a blow-job!" Then Roger laughs. Officer was not amused by the joke as he brushed it off and walked away, "Ah, c'mon! Don't be a sour-pussy! The boys don't like sour-pussy at all!" Roger walked his way to a person which they were a male, about in their late teens 17 years old perhaps, his skin tone dark-brown, a mix of Indian-Mexican heritage individual with a short scar on his left cheek with blue-crystal eyes and brown black hair in a dark-brown bomber jacket, with denim blue jeans that the button-part of the jeans were cuff up with a pair of military boots. "What we got?"
"Well simple…a stash of illegal drugs. Maps. Wads of fake cash. Even gun parts. Most Mac-10's. Though most of the blueprints were burned when you shot at it, remember?" He said, then smirked as he chuckled.
"Them sons of bitches were driving like bat outta' hell. Then one shot the gas tanks. Saw it, then, boom. All dead. Y'know we look for weak-points in our job, Courtney." Roger said.
"Yeah, of course. Though Ty's gonna have a bit of a hard time trying to find where they could arrest these guys. Or find connections. Pin-point where the hell these guys would find these guns. Then again, down south of Arizona guns-laws under new direction are heavily open for one to get weapons." Courtney said.
"I'm aware of it. Then you're right. But don't worry, champ. We're the Bloodhounds, remember? When blood starts to spill on our streets-"
"-the hounds come out. Yeah. Let's get these scums." Courtney said. Roger smiles as he ruffed-up Courtney's hair a bit as they share a laugh a father and son would have.
"That's my boy."
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TO BE CONTINUED!