Part 2

For the past few minutes Peter Parker had been looking up at the nonmoving Carol Danvers. He didn't move or say a word, only stayed in place behind a pale glowing blue wall that separated him from the outside world.

Since the removal of the black suit, his mouth salivated from the want to regurgitate, which was slowly becoming a fleeting feeling. The room had stop spinning with singular objects taking shape as he stared at the woman before him with a large laboratory filled with monitoring equipment behind her.

"Where am I?" Peter asked.

"You're in a Shield laboratory in the Triskilian. For the last several months..."

"Months?"

"Stay with me Parker. For the last few months, you have been in our custody since you were involved in a battle with Osborn in his goblin persona. You were shot, and later killed while saving your aunt."

"Aunt May?" A distant look took over his face as he remembered that night. "What happened her? To Mary Jane? What did you do to me?"

"We saved your life is what we did. You weren't actually dead. You just had low vital signs that put you on the verge of death. What your aunt had buried was a genetically altered individual we had acquired that was made with your DNA."

"A clone?"

"You have Otto Octavius to thank for that. We kept one in storage for further study. As for you, we snuck you out from the county hospital and replaced your very live body for that of the deceased clone. We have agents everywhere you know."

Peter shut his eyes, digesting everything Carol Danvers had told him. He could still see the pained look on his aunt's face and could feel his heart crack at the memory. Mary Jane's painful expression made it break out right. "Just let me go."

"I can't do that," Carol told him.

"I promise I won't be Spider-Man anymore just, just let me go home. Please, I just want to go..."

"You're not going anywhere, Parker."

"Why can't you people just leave me the hell alone!" Peter rushed the electric field, forgetting about what would happen to him should he touch it.

With a massive jolt he shot backwards and crashed into the far side wall. His hands sizzled and his flesh stung from the electronic powered wall. Once again his muscles refused to move for a few agonizingly long seconds. It took a great deal of effort just to rub his head and move to a sitting position.

"It should go without saying but, you shouldn't do that," Carol told him rather blandly. She took a step closer and squatted down close to his eye level. "Legally, you are dead, which means you have no life unless you're within the confines of these walls. As for your little Spider-Man Persona, there is a new player in town who's picked up where you left off."

Peter looked at her from where he sat. His hands had stopped stinging from the shock he had sustained. With an expression of hopelessness and confusion, he looked back at the Shield agent.

"You belong to us. There's not enough room for two Spider-Men so you have a choice; you can work for us in secret or you can spend the rest of your days behind a blue electric screen. You're the only one that matters. The choice is yours Parker and remember; I'm not Nick Fury; there is no middle ground with me."

Staring at her silently, Peter stood up slowly not bothering to move closer or to sit on the bed. "I just want to see my aunt and friends."

"Broken record," Carol said with a sigh. "I'll make a deal with you. Work for us and I promise I'll let you see your family. Other than that, any other questions?"

"I can see my family and friends?"

"Yes."

"I can show them I'm alive?"

"In time Parker. I just need to know if you're a team player or not."

A momentary stare down occurred between the two with neither looking away. "Fine," Peter said. "But one question."

"What is it Parker?"

"You mind getting me some clothes, you perv? Or should I walk around here like this?"

"Considering we have to journey across the building to begin your training and there are a number of female agents walking about, clothes would be a wise choice. They need to concentrate on their skills, not on what you're packing. Not that they haven't seen it. You should be glad though. All the female agents want to work with you."

Peter's face reddened from her words.

It took longer than he expected but Peter soon found himself standing beside Carol Danvers in a shield testing facility. Now wearing a pair of gray cargo pants and a black regulation Shield T-shirt, he stood before numerous battle suit and weapons mounted on walls with large oversized lockers situated in uniformed rows in the center of a large combat ready room. In the center sat a darkened clear glass chamber the size of one of the lockers.

"As a member of Shield," Carol told him. "You will be given a Shield regulation uniform as well as a tactical field battle suit that will be designed specifically for your abilities."

"Why can't I just wear my old costume?"

"Because, like a said, there is a new Spider-Man in town. He's a little rough around the edges and has a hell of a lot to learn. As long as he goes by that moniker you will not be wearing your silly little costume again. Instead, you will be wearing this."

Pulling out a remote, Carol pressed a button to turn on a bright light within the chamber which illuminated a dark red and dark blue suit similar to what Peter used to where. "This is something Fury had created for you when you turned eighteen."

"Happy freaking birthday to me," Peter mumbled.

Carol looked over at him with an annoyed expression. The gesture made Peter look away. "It's more durable than the one you wore. A synthetic material that the public knows as Dragon Skin can stop small arms fire with ease. This is a more advanced version of the material. Your mask is equipped with night vision and a built in air filter. As for your little squirt guns, we've replicated them here in our lab to the same specifications as the ones you wore with the adhesive solvent as well. "

"You mean web shooters and web fluid," Peter corrected.

"If you want to be juvenile about it, fine. The suit also has a function scanner that will relay to us your pulse, heart rate, stress levels and so on."

As Carol described everything the suit did, Peter looked it over. The blue was borderline black and the crimson was a dark blood red, completely different than the bright colors he once wore. Gone was the belt design with the red torso piece covering the shoulders with yellow Shield symbols on each. Finally, an outline of a spider melded with the midnight blue. The boots had open spaces where the blue costume showed which he figured was to allow for greater movement around the ankles. Red covered the thumbs, index and pinky fingers with a black web like pattern filling in the crimson areas. As for the mask, the eyes were not wide like his old one but were now narrower and meaner looking.

"So what's the catch?" Peter asked.

"Catch?"

"Yeah. The catch, gimmick, fine print."

"You are a smart one." Carol stepped toward the chamber beside where Peter stood. "Should you think we won't know where you are, we have a GPS system inside the suit's material. And if you try to run from us, we've also included a parallelization mode that we can activate at any time. Try to go back to your loved ones and the suit shuts down for pick up. The same goes for if you try to take it off without our authorization. You will then be escorted back to your cell and left to rot."

"You can't do this to me," Peter said. "What about my rights?"

"Remember, you are legally dead. You belong to us. Except the deal or stay in a cell for the rest of your life. Your choice."

Peter looked into the suits eyes, knowing full well that he had to get out. The only question was how and if so, when?

To Be Concluded