Spider in BludHaven
Somewhere throughout BludHaven hidden are a handful of safe houses Nightwing uses to store his equipment and upgrade his tech. on the surface they just look like old warehouses owned by Wayne industries as storage facilities but were equipped with the latest and most effective security systems. Barbra looked back and forth from the super computer and TV monitors to the display cases of weapons and suits, "nice place Dick feels familiar" she told him as she sat down at the key board "everything came from Wayne industries so it should be top of the line just needs a genius touch to it" she laughed.
Dick shook his head with a playful smile on his face as he watched her work her hacker magic on his encryption system while he himself had a fairly advance knowledge of computers and encryptions Barbra long surpassed him in a league of her own and would always acknowledge her skills for it.
"Hey Dick do you ever… think about what would have happened between u.." Barbra said while she diligently worked away until a green box appeared on screen cutting her off "analysis complete venom sample contained traces of fish and motor oil" Barbra read aloud turning around to see Dick was already half dressed in his costume "guessing sleeping with married or unavailable women gives you lots of practice at changing at a moment's notice?" she asked.
Dick dawned his upper suit and mask before turning back to Barbra "that only happened once and in my defence she never said she was married" he replied.
"It still happened" Barbra retorted "hold up I'll get my costume from my bag…" Barbra turned around to see Nightwing vanished like a shadow in the night "…Dick? That's getting old you know, you're as bad as he is!"
Peter Parker rolled up to a train station on his camouflaged spider cycle he had finally reached BludHaven. It wasn't much to look at hookers strutting up and down the sidewalks pushers selling their products on anyone they could and gang colors up and down the block. It was a grim place to say the least but he was on a vendetta so he shook off and ignored the wrong doings around him and entered the train station walking up to the booth "hi, I need to know whose ticket this is" he told the operator sliding the ticket stub he recovered from Coulson.
The operator looked from the stub then to Peter with snobbish snort "you a cop?" he snorted.
"No"
"then it's none of your business kid piss off I have a job to do" the operator growled turning his attention to his computer but the reflection in his eyes gave away his true intentions he was on Facebook and this only annoyed Peter to a greater extent.
"Look pal just scan the ticket tell me who bought it and I'll be on my way!" he snapped.
The operator rolled his eyes and turned back to Peter "look you little punk! Unless you're a cop with a warrant or someone with more authority then myself I'm not doing a damn thing for you unless you're buying a ticket so piss off before I do the call the cops!" the operator snapped slamming the booth window closed on in Peter's face.
"ok asshole I tried being nice about this" Peter hissed to himself before putting his fist through the booth window grabbing the operator by his tie and yanking him up against the glass to the point his flattened cheek was turning white pressed against the window. He was in too much of a hurry for any delay especially from some ticket dork today was not the day happy go lucky, joke cracking Peter Parker. "Look I'm normally not like this I'm actually a very nice guy but you're being a dick when all I want is a little info that could help me so unless you want me to pull you through this bullet proof glass, and believe me I will! Just scan that damn ticket stub and tell me who bought it!" Peter ordered. The operator was trying to pull back but Peter's grip was deceptively strong
"Ok, ok just stop crushing my face!" he cried. Peter loosened his grip just enough for the operator to reach the computer to scan the ticket stub "the name on the ticket is John Smith"
"That sounds fake" Peter asserted.
"No shit it's a fake, this is BludHaven everything is fake from names to boobs…can you let me go now!" the operator begged.
"How about an address?" Peter asked.
"Its waterfront address dock 15, most likely it's a boat"
Peter released his grip allowing the operator to breathe easier "thank you was that really so hard?" he mockingly asked before turning away towards the entrance his anger resonating within him. He had more of a lead to find Coulson's attacker "the docks of course it would be the docks where else do rats like to hideout" he thought to himself.
The moon hung high in the black starless sky reflecting a pale glow off the water surface illuminating the shoreline just enough to make out several men loading a truck with crates.
"How come the boss is suddenly getting into the drug trade?" one of the men grunted as he dropped his crate on the truck rattling the contents.
"Hey! Watch it moron if we brake those bottles the bosses new enforcers will cut our heads clean off! You see him with that sword? And his whack job cousin in the stupid costume!" another one asked.
"oh please one wears a black and yellow goalie mask and the other one has the mind of a child give me a dose of that green stuff and I'd flatten them and the boss!" a third one interjected throwing his crate like a dodge ball sliding across the truck floor.
"Will you keep it down? Jesus you'll get us all killed did you see what he did to joey? He made a freaking pez dispenser out of him!" the first one gasped.
While the three stood arguing the other four continued to load the truck but all of them were being watched from different vantage points one from the shadows the other from the highest point on the water front. The truck was nearly loaded when something whipped through and shattered the outside light rendering the loading bay into darkness "what was that!"
Nightwing acrobatically leapt from his hiding spot and came crashing down onto an unsuspecting thug with the sound of cracking bones echoing in the air and a pain filled scream immediately fell silent as the others swarmed around him but Nightwing remained calm "only 6 of you left? And here I was hoping for a challenge" he pouted. He back flipped over another one and spun into a roundhouse kick knocking him out cold and that's when the others drew their guns and began firing on Nightwing missing on every shot.
Nightwing flipped and cartwheeled through the air keeping off the ground as the bullets sprayed the ground, throwing his wingding into the barrel of the shotgun forcing the man holding it to throw it aside as Nightwing finished split kicking two more thugs behind him. "guys no offense but this would be a cake walk when I was 9 c'mon give me something here" Nightwing taunted and his lack of concern didn't change when the remaining four opened fire again, he simply rebounded from the ground to the truck roof to a wall before springing back into the shadows.
"Where did he go?"
"Shut up and find him! If that ballerina buffoon thinks he's going to hit our shipment he's got another thing coming!"
"Who is he? He dropped 3 of our guys without taking a single bullet!"
"Seriously ballerina? One of the toughest chicks I know was a ballerina" Nightwing scoffed.
The 4 scattered into opposite directions with flashlights and guns searching the shadows as Nightwing started tinkering with his gauntlet bringing up a holographic screen of a targeting scope ready to fire a stun dart when a voice broke through his radio com-link "Robin there was another truck being loaded with military grade weapons but it looks like someone or something beat you to it the crooks are all trapped in what looks like….a giant web?" came Barbra's voice over his com-link.
An irritated Nightwing fired off a small dart hitting a thug in the neck dropping him instantly, "it's Nightwing Babs NIGHTWING and you hacked my radio frequency!"
"I would hardly call it hacking. More like bypassing your encryptions" Barbra replied.
"Word it however you want you still hacked my system!"
"Dick get real this isn't the '90s nobody says hack anymore and you should really investigate those huge webs"
"What are you the all seeing eye of the matrix? What was her name again the one who said Neo would save them?" Nightwing teased.
"Oracle, you just compared me Oracle…actually that's a pretty good hacker handle" Barbra laughed.
"Thought people didn't say hack anymore"
"Are you going to go investigate the webs or do I need to come out there and teach you how to do this whole masked crime fighter gig?"
"I'm hanging up now" Nightwing replied. Before throwing a wingding bomb into the truck trailer and leaping off the edge to the other truck bay as the left lane lit up like a fourth of July party destroying the modified venom samples. The thugs were strung up like flies in a spider web and the truck doors were webbed shut.
"What the…?" Nightwing started but was interrupted by a red boot slamming against his chest kicking him against the trailer doors with an insane amount of force luckily his armoured suit absorbed most of it. Quickly shaking it off Nightwing looked over to see a man dressed in a red and blue suit with a black spider emblem on his chest.
"Wow, you know aside from Nova that has to be the most unimaginative costume I've ever seen" Spider-man laughed as he looked over at the stranger in front of him.
The two stared each other down one destroyed a truck in a public place endangering innocent lives from one perspective. The other one was interfering possibly hired by another crime gang looking to take over. Super-mercenaries' were all too common in this city.
Nightwing drew his batons and took his ready stance "nice pajamas did toy R us have a sale?" he quipped.
Spider-man glared back at Nightwing hating his jib about his costume "nice uni-tard does it come in men's sizes?" he taunted back before firing off a barrage of impact web shots which Nightwing easily evaded by back flipping onto the trailer and jumping onto the roof as Spider-man jumped after him when his spider sense started tingling he ducked narrowly dodging two wingdings.
Spider-man fired a web line pinning Nightwing's wrist to the fire escape, he pulled and yanked trying to break the webbing but it was no good this guy had an advantage in the long range department Nightwing would have to be smart about this. He pulled a wingding from his belt and slashed the webbing freeing himself and disappearing into the shadows.
Spider-man scouted the roof tops but only saw slashed webbing stuck to the fire escape "he got free of my webbing… clever" Spider-man hummed. The lights all around the docks began shattering leaving the area in darkness "great! Pitch black" "well it was a good movie just hope this guy isn't some creepy monster in disguise"
His spider sense started tingling again but without seeing where the danger was he couldn't dodge it and a solid rounded object struck him in the forehead between the eyes knocking him off the building onto the pavement below. "Ok that wasn't nice" Spider-man groaned turning on his night vision lenses while his spider sense could detect danger not knowing where it was coming from posed a problem. Spider-man quickly deduced that this guy obviously had experience but he wouldn't let that stop him Coulson was dying back home and this guy just might have the answer. Once more he jumped to the roof the shadows could no longer conceal his opponent.
Once more Spider-man was scouting the roof tops but there was no sign until an all too familiar tingle started buzzing, Spider-man spun on his heels with just enough time to leap into a barrel roll to evade two flying objects but the unseen third tore across his chest tearing his suit. Little did he know the wingdings were only to test his capability revealing he had no blind spot but he did have a delay in reaction " he dodges one threat but leaves himself open to another" Nightwing whispered to himself as he readied 3 more wingdings and his grapnel gun.
Spider-man jumped to the higher perch trying to scout out his new foe when again his spider sense started tingling 3 more flying objects were tossed at him. Spider-man flipped over the wingdings but failed to notice the acrobat swinging from the areal antenna double kicking him across the roof top over the gap to the next roof. But Spider-man was quick to recover, and when he saw Nightwing release from his cable Spider-man fired to web lines snaring Nightwing's fists "time for a little ring around the rosy" he taunted spinning at the waist and pulling Nightwing around slamming him into the roof skylight shattering under the force of Nightwing's body letting him fall to the warehouse floor below.
However Nightwing remained calm and summersaulted into a landing position catching a crossbeam and swinging upward until he was balanced being a world class acrobat since childhood truly had some benefits. "Hey pajama Sam! If that's all you got this is going to be quick fight" he hollered.
Spider-man dropped onto the opposite side of the beam perfectly balanced "you know I should have figured a guy in a uni-tard would be as balanced a ballerina"
"Again with the ballerina jokes! Sheesh maybe I should have brought Bat-girl out to kick your asses so you'd all see what a ballerina could do!" Nightwing sighed and Spider-man became less tensed.
He came to the realization that they were somewhat similar and there weren't to many villains with that trait "you weren't working for those guys were you?" he asked.
"Seriously? Did you not see me destroy their venom stash?" Nightwing snapped.
"What the hell is venom?" asked a confused Spider-man lowering his guard further.
"It was originally meant to be a super steroid but most of the time it kills the host" Nightwing replied.
"Super steroid? Does it enlarge the body to grotesque proportions with a green tube?"
Nightwing perked up, that caught his attention "yeah…where are you from pajama boy?"
"New York city"
Nightwing stowed his wingding in his belt an uneasy cease fire had come up "so the venoms spreading beyond BludHaven this isn't good"
The two stared at each other through the darkness when Barbra's voice broke the silence through Nightwing's com-link "Dick are you there? I just ran facial rec on that red and blue guy. His names Spider-man, he's a shield hero class operative and some deeper digging from satellite audio files found a match to a high school science radio show. His names Peter Parker of Queens New York raised by his aunt and uncle, until his uncle was killed in a carjacking and… oh…oh my god... Dick his aunts newlywed husband was attacked in their home by a venom juicer" she told him.
Nightwing dropped his guard and Spider-man mirrored him "we may have gotten off on the wrong foot here, my name is Nightwing and I think we're looking for the same thing" he told Spider-man.
"What makes you so sure?" Spider-man asked.
"You're Spider-man from Queens New York. Your aunt's husband was attacked by a man described as huge with green tubes in his back?" Spider-man remained silent clearly Nightwing chose the right words to catch his attention "that's what venom does enhances the body to super human conditions and for those exposed to it who can't handle it venom destroys the body from the inside"
"What are you saying? You want to do a superhero team up?" Spider-man asked.
"No I'm suggesting we work together" Nightwing stiffly replied.
"Superhero team up then" Spider-man repeated.
"I'm not calling it that, its childish. We can work together but we do it on my terms" Nightwing asserted.
"Is that even up for discussion?" Spider-man asked.
"Sure we can discuss it. And then we'll do it on my terms" Nightwing finished firing his grapnel line "follow me, if you're going to stick around you'll need to brought up to speed" he ordered swinging off.
"He made a spider joke. This guy's going to be a tremendous pain in the ass" Spider-man sighed shooting a web line following after Nightwing.
Spider-man swung and flipped through the air as he normally would but much to his amazement Nightwing was doing the exact same acrobatics only better. Spider-man was only able to do two flips before having to cast a web line but Nightwing could flip 4 times with plenty of swing time to spare. Which only pushed Spider-man to try and out due him by swinging higher and faster but Nightwing kept pace with him the whole time.
As the duo returned to the safe house Barbra was still sifting through the shield data base for Intel on Peter to determine whether or not he could be trusted. When they returned she took notice that Nightwing was limiting the weight he carried on his back and Spider-man seemed to be favouring his ribs "so…..do we chalk that one up to tie?" she laughed.
"Oh no! Bug boy got put on his ass twice, I'm putting this in the win Colum" Nightwing boasted confidently.
"Excuse me! You got put through a window!" Spider-man argued back before catching a glance at his alter ego on the computer "awe crap" he sighed.
"so a tie?" Barbra repeated.
Nightwing walked over to a display case to stock up his belt, "don't feel to invaded kid Babs is the greatest hacker…"
"Computer specialist" Barbra interjected.
"…whatever! In the pretty much the world so yeah it didn't take much for her to find you out" Nightwing finished as he began putting his suit in the case "you call me Richard…welcome to BludHaven"
Nightwing met Spider-man and the end result is a tie.
the venom serum is scattering throughout distant cities.
and still no solid leads on who is reproducing it, except for the hint of new sword toting enforcers one in a black and yellow goalie mask and the other is weird.