A/N: This is more of a filler than anything else. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 4
As Jack awoke, he realized his was still in Arcee's quarters, having spent the night consoling her over the newest Decepticon arrival. Jack knew he would eventually have to step in and deal with Terra Breaker himself if he proved to be a major threat. Still, he would leave it to the others while he tracked down the remaining relics of old. He left her quarters and went to the command center, deciding to head somewhere to work on his free-running. He considered a forest, but decided not to go for something a little more challenging.
New York City came to mind; the city was still rebuilding itself after the Shredder's attack, so it wouldn't notice him. Setting the ground-bridge for the Big Apple, Jack, as ShadowStrike, set off. He was met by the sunny skies of the city as found himself on a roof top. He wasted no time in dashing from the roof to roof, shifting from one side to the other. He mulled over the situation with Terra Breaker in his mind.
The young mech was simply the victim of fear and prejudice, something a human would know all about since they cornered the market. But humanity's bias assumptions aside, Jack knew he would have to do something to prevent anyone from getting hurt, especially Arcee. He knew it was a fool's errand to try and settle the situation without a conflict, but didn't care. As long as he could help it, he'd stop Terra Breaker and maybe convince him to return to the Autobot side. He just hoped no one had to die before that happened.
As he jumped through the streets of New York, he noticed a commotion; it sounded like alarm bells. Someone must've been robbing a jewelry store; rather than leave it to the police, ShadowStrike decided to take matters into his own hands. Quickly making his way through the rooftops, the ninja stood, overlooking two thugs carrying sacks of jewels over their shoulders. One of them was dressed in a grey hoodie and pants; he had brown hair. The other also had brown hair but dressed in green long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants.
As they ran across the street, they were intercepted by ShadowStrike, "Going somewhere?"
"Aw crud!" the one of them said. "As if the Spider wasn't bad enough! Now we got some freak in footie pajamas!"
"Look," the ninja replied. "Just put the jewels back and we can all go home."
"Back off!" the one in the hoodie said, swinging the bag at him. Ducking under his attack, ShadowStrike kneed the thug in his gut and kicked him into a wall. His partner was stunned, backing away in fear. ShadowStrike prepared to draw his sword when something stuck his hand to his blade. He turned to find his hand caught in webbing; his eyes widened, realizing this wasn't natural webbing.
'Airachnid!' he thought, believing no one else could be behind his. But that didn't make any sense; what would she be doing here of all places? What could she gain from attacking New York? His thoughts were interrupted when a figure suddenly dropped from above. He was clad in red and blue, much like Optimus.
His costume sported a web pattern and two spider-emblems; a large red one on the back and smaller black one on the front. His mask had what looked like lenses over the eyes, "Marko! I'm shocked! Shocked I say! I thought I was your resident crime-fighter! This explains so much! You not being there at last jewelry heist. The late nights worrying about you and O'Hirn."
"One freak's bad enough, but two?" Marko dropped the bag and tried to run, the new arrival made a strange hand sign and webbing shot out. Before the ninja knew it, Marko and O'Hirn were strung up by and dangling from a telephone pole. The new guys hopped down to admire his handy work before turning toward ShadowStrike.
"What are you supposed to be?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same thing?" ShadowStrike replied. "Who are you?"
"Why, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of course!" he replied happily. "Nice to know I'm not the only guy around here making fashion statements." Before ShadowStrike could reply, a news truck pulled up from behind them and several reporters hopped out.
ShadowStrike: Terra Breaker
A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but let me know what you think. Spider-Man is owned by Marvel Comics and Stan Lee. Five points if you get the reference I put down here. Next time: ShadowStrike and Spider-Man team up when a relic falls into the hand of one of the web-slinger's enemies. You decide who should have the honor of being the antagonist of the next chapter. Don't worry, Flair. I'll try to get the story back on track. I just needed something to put down and get over this little block I'm having.