Author's note- Hello people, once again. This time, I have something quite interesting in store for you people. Hope you enjoy it.
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Breaking news.
It has been confirmed that Daniel Rand, son of the wealthy well known entrepreneur Wendell Rand has been spotted, Any whereabouts where he was gone, what he had been during the last thirteen years, is still a mystery. As far as sources have confirmed, he was last spotted with his family thirteen years ago when he left along with his parents leaving his business and everything to his superiors until his son came of a proper age.
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Is this the reason why he came back? To claim his father's business or was it something else?
Peter pondered over as he muted the channel and tried to shove milk and cereal into his mouth.
Now this was something new. Peter knew little about Daniel Rand but he had heard about Wendell Rand, well-known owner of a profoundly important entrepreneur person who had devoted himself to the cause of the welfare of this country and the world. A philanthropist.
News reports say that he was quite a person, looked always for the best of America's benefit and welfare. He had a pretty big role in shaping America improving economy as it is today. So he was pretty famous. Mostly things about his personal life has been quite shady and no one knew anything in detail and his disappearance was still a talk in the community.
Peter recalled the events night before.
The mystical man with glowing hands, extremis it was all there. Everything was real. All of them packed into a messed up super goo ball that was trying to manifest inside Peter's mind.
And now more and more unknown people coming out of nowhere, people that he least expected to show up, especially people who had disappeared thin into the air have finally started to reveal themselves. And if he knew better, all of this isn't no coincidence. Something very big is at play here. There was something very fishy going on.
He had to get to the bottom of this.
And for that he need eyes and ears, someone who had enough knowledge, preferably someone currently working on this and the most important of all it was someone he could trust.
Mary Jane Watson.
The last time he checked on her, she was trying her very best to write an article on the Steel Serpent and she had pulled out some pretty interesting stuff that perked his interests. And there lay his first clue.
If he were to ever work with her to uncover what was all the stuff going on, most importantly, he had to absolutely make it certain, that he had her trust which was not a problem but he had to make sure that she was safe.
But the real question was if MJ would really help spider-man?
That was currently his main concern. She had never met him before, maybe she had a glimpse of him here, now and then. But was it enough for Peter to know that she trusted him? Or would she bail out on him? Peter had no idea but he intended to find out for sure.
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After his class hours, Peter looked around for Mary Jane and as he had already suspected, she was cooped all over up in that same very table that he saw her yesterday, with several coffee Styrofoam cups on her desk. She was on her laptop, her small mouth was in the shape of a small cute but annoying little frown that a small girl would give her daddy for something that seemed to be small and petty. He could make out the movement of her hands fly across the keyboard with deliberate ease. Peter decided to pay her a visit, to see if she had learnt anything new.
Peter walked briskly across tables, shelves filled with books neatly arranged and stacked in a proper order. He looked at MJ and greeted her.
"Hi, MJ. What's up?" said Peter trying to sound as casual as he could.
"Nothing, just thinking on writing about something else for the time being.."
He followed MJ's finger point towards her computer screen and saw spider-man web slinging with a small child on his back.
"He is a real hero." Said MJ as he looked up at the computer screen staring closely at muscular figure of spider-man as if she could see past his mask.
Peter found his cheeks grow hot. He never thought that it would be MJ drooling over him… (well technically not drooling, but to have a fan was of course a thing for him) of course not him but his alter-ego.
Hey knock it off, she is just admiring spider-man not you.
His subconscious scolded him.
Of course what the hell was he thinking? Or wait did he really think just that?
Get a hold of yourself will you?
Of course he didn't find her attractive, not like Gwen, who was not all perky but disciplined and cosy ( in a formal way) to talk to, but MJ, on the other hand, was easy going and sometimes when Gwen was not around, he found himself only looking out for her (in her absence, of course)
There was nothing complicated or peculiar involved here, Peter knew that for sure but staying around her brought out his funny side, that comical Parker up to the surface.
He was all serious with Gwen. He could joke around her too but not like MJ. She was like sipping a cold lemonade on a sweltering hot day on a beach, playing volley ball, but with Gwen, it was like sipping a warm coffee after being drenched in a in a the night rain, when he is tired and wants to be comforted, Gwen was such a sort of person. She was more of sweet talks, cuddling, caring and that was Peter liked. And he never had any second thoughts about that, he was sure of it. He loved Gwen and he will maybe even end up with her, but MJ was some sort of an unchartered jungle that perked up Peter's curiosity more and he just could not let that go. He wanted to swing along those dark tall trees tearing through the thick foliage trying to imagine whether it would really be such fun with her again.
Gosh it was years when he last spoke to MJ. They enjoyed playing or doing whatever they did over the past years ago together. He didn't remember it much but he knew he wanted to smile whenever he pictured a little Peter and MJ playing, fighting, crying or whatever they did during those days that seemed so petty, yet they were such warm fuzzy thoughts, that he wanted to hug himself.
"So what actually are you doing perusing through photos of spider-man?" said Peter unable to contain his inquisitiveness.
What had made her to leave all the facts that she had collected all of a sudden?
MJ quickly minimised the window. And tried to open up something irrelevant trying desperately to cover it up.
"I , uh m sorry you had something to tell me, right?"
She was fumbling with the mouse pad on her laptop.
"I thought you were working on the drug outbreak on the Steel Serpent..?"
"I..I don't know. They committee doesn't want to me to run on such a topic. Maybe I guess, it was a bit too random but the brighter side is that the English committee have approved my writing but they want me to write on something else. So I have decided to write reports on more pressing matters on the school like you see the interschool basketball tournament that our school participated and secured the first position, Flash Thompson's team got selected for the regionals and hoards of other stuff."
"Wow, that is great ... Congrats on securing your position."
"Yeah, I guess .." said MJ as randomly clicked around for pictures. Peter knew that something was bothering her.
"Hey MJ, what is it? What are you thinking?"
"No, its just that I wanted to run on that story. I just .."
MJ suddenly slapped her palms hard on the desks hard making people look around her with contempt. This sudden action even made Peter jump out of his skin.
Realising her mistake, she quickly mouthed the words that indicated that she was really sorry as hard as she could to get the dozens of stern looking eyes not to stare down at her hard.
"Why, I could apply for an internship with The Daily Bugle and work on my article? Maybe they would see the truth behind all this. What do you say?" said MJ furiously whispering, her eyes suddenly shining over all with excitement.
"Hey now, hold on, what is it that you are planning to do?" said Peter scratching the back of his head trying to make a head and tail of whatever she said.
"I will write the same report to the Daily Bugle and find out what they think about it. Maybe they will appreciate my work and research. What do you think?" MJ looked at Peter expectantly.
It was as if she knew that The Daily Bugle would almost welcome her article provided she had evidence with her.
And Peter couldn't lie her. The Daily Bugle was famous for revealing startling stories that have never been exposed in the real world and due to this there are people who are after J. . Be it drug cartel, deals gone bad, invading people's privacy, it was all there. And MJ knew that such a story would further inflate his elephant his elephant sized ego.
"Yeah, yeah. You could do that."
"But for that I am going to need some definite proof. Maybe get some closure and snaps on the people who are behind this. .. or even so, maybe just a little peek."
Peter gave MJ a contemplating look.
"MJ are you out of your mind? You know that these things isn't some child's play. There is a reason why no one has published anything regarding whatever this is so far. Maybe the people involved, deep within are dangerous people and you don't want to mess with them and a lot of precautions were taken so that whatever this is never surfaces and so this has been done carefully. Maybe.. just maybe, you should not tread on this path "
"Now, now, tiger. Don't be such a wimp. And I already showed you, this stuff has even come to our school and there is no one who had ever dared to notify anyone. And I have already made up my mind, I am going to find out about them. Care to join me? And moreover aren't you interested in finding out something new, maybe something that no one has ever found, maybe some kind of conspiracy or something worse " MJ looked at Peter darkly. Her eyebrows were knitted closely together and looked at Peter straight on his eyes.
Peter considered for a second.
"Come on, it will be fun. " Her face broke into a half smile.
Well, she definitely perked your spider brawn, didn't she? Maybe it is best that I go with her. He thought.
"Why you have certainly perked my interest big time and I will join you"
"Well, then Parker, grab your stuff, we are going adventuring. " said MJ with a very peculiar masculine tone as they left the library that made Peter choke on his own laughter. Seeing him gasp for air, made MJ giggle as she thumped his back.
Peter sighed.
"You want to go now, really now.?"
"Well, if you don't I leave you right here. And I will go on and do my own work whether you plan on
joining me or not."
"Wait wait, now.. don't be hasty, I will join you but give me some time. Let me look out for Gwen."
Said Peter as he hastily broke in to a slow jog.
"Hey, Pete, I didn't mean to be harsh on you. I didn't know that you might be doing a thing or two or something later on with Gwen." she yelled just loud enough for Peter to hear her voice distinctly who was almost ten feet away from her.
"No no, its alright. Don't sweat it. She will understand. "
"Are sure about that?"
Peter turned around to face her and gave her a thumbs up.
"Yeah, she sure will understand." Peter gave a reassuring smile to her.
"Okay.. then I will waiting for you outside the park. Look for me out there."
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Peter searched for Gwen and explained her what exactly happened. He could see her face all contorted. She was concerned for his safety. She knew that he had to go and warned him to stay alert and safe at all times.
Peter planted a full kiss on her lips before she could say anything more.
After a few seconds or so, he pulled back from her.
"Hey, don't worry, I will come back unharmed and you see I have to look after her too. See has a pile of information on this and it would be wise for me to go with her."
"I know. I understand"
"Promise me that you will call me or visit me whatever you like after all of this is over and mind you, I will be waiting for you .."
Peter took her small petite porcelain hand, gave her a small smile as he quickly planted a flurry of kisses.
Her hands had a rich coco aroma. He didn't want to let go of her hands.
Peter just felt like cuddling over them as he could almost imagine falling into a peaceful slumber
Peter smiled at Gwen as he waved at her from a distance. Gwen waved her back, her eyes with filled with hopes and well wishes for Peter.
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Peter found MJ as he neared the park.
"You took your time"
Peter gave her a confident smile.
"Lets do this"
MJ nodded at him as they went on their way.
On their way, Peter and MJ both of them were discussing their plans,
Upon asking MJ she revealed the reason why she took up a position at the school writing board.
"I want to be a journalist " She stated blankly, with a certain resolve in her voice that Peter had never heard before.
"Oh, wow, that is.. that's good"
"Why what's the matter? You seem fazed."
"No, I just didn't imagine you to be doing that."
"Yeah, I know. Even I dawned upon this while doing this drug article, I realised where my interest actually lied and the most important thing is that I find JJ Jameson's view of spider-man misleading to the people and I hope to change that."
At the mention of spider-man and J. , his ears suddenly perked up.
"So you don't think, he is a nuisance for the people?"
"Of course not and I know that I haven't seen him much in action but I don't think he means any harm. He is just wronged for things that he doesn't intend to do. He is just mistaken. And I want people to know his true side. I am even ready to follow him during crime heists, or... or be it any other situation that involves him. I know that he is good and he will always looks out for people."
Peter had never seen MJ so adamant. Her jaws were set, her eyes focussed with a certain air of surety, what she has planned to do next.
"After, all of this I find out when exactly he is gonna show up and most importantly, I would be the first one to interview him."
"So what exactly are planning to write about?"
"No use looking for already proven facts. I need something new. I hope he shows up soon because only then, he would be able to write about him. And he will be a hero because I know he is … deep down.
"What about the guy Spiderman almost beat him to death?"
"Oh, Peter just tell me. A guy risks his ass everyday looking out for people saving them at the nick of time. He should be well treated of course. People should see the bright side. He is not given credit for the countless lives that he has saved so far. Any extra damage and it is all on him. That is just not fair, don't you think? And I think it is absolutely natural to loose his calm and which brings me to the conclusion that…. Spiderman really has a thing for girls who are around Gwen's age isn't it? I mean , come on, he literally tore the guy apart when he saw Gwen sprawled over. No offense intended."
"None taken and I never thought in that way but I don't think that's true.."
"Of course that seems to be legit enough and you think you know more about him than I do?
And you think you know boys better than me? Superhero or not, they have testosterone pumping in their veins, don't they? I have every tiny detail about all his acts, almost everything etched in my mind. It is only spider-man himself who can challenge me." MJ snapped at Peter as she tapped at her forehead.
Peter stared at MJ. She had literally taken all the words from his mouth. He just couldn't say anything more.
"OK, OK. I get it"
Oh God, she is the same old her all right with a penchant for me as spider-man. Man, this is mint.he thought.
"I hope you find and do a piece on him. That would be so awesome. It might even turn out that you could earn a permanent place in The Daily Bugle , work for J. or something like that"
MJ scoffed.
"Oh please, that man has always blamed spider-man and blamed him for .. for almost .. everything and he is all the time shouting and screaming telling that Spidey's a menace when he actually does is nothing. And spider-man is humble, but he is nutty at times. I have never … "
"Hey what was that?" Peter said when his spider sense flaring up all of a sudden.
"What was 'what'?" said MJ with a irritated look on her face. She never liked it when someone crossed her while she was saying something
Peter looked around and he his heart skipped a beat.
Before MJ could really saw anything at all, Peter right on there stood cursing himself.
How could he have been so blind? How ? Just how?
Peter shook his head unable to realise where and why she could lead the two of them here. How could he have been so delirious? Why?
He had come to same alleyway where he had a face-off with those bunch of freaks who were on that drug. He had to get MJ somewhere safe. This is least thing that he needed right now.
And most importantly how MJ did stumbled to precisely to that very location.
Peter just couldn't simply believe his luck.
As they take a few more steps carefully further inside, he saw the same alleyway on his left, putrid stench filled his nostrils. MJ welched holding her stomach and desperately pulled out her handkerchief.
"MJ we need get somewhere safe. This neighbourhood is dangerous. Where are we anyway?"
"Pfft.. Dangerous.? Come on, I am not going to go back till I have some answers of my own, and don't worry tiger, I have got you if things go south." She patted her hip. He saw a baton sheathed away around her waist. He saw her fingers quiver slightly.
"Oh, where did you get that?"
"Peter you should always be resourceful when it comes to looking out of such stuff. I have my sources." she had a faint smile on her lips.
There was a slight whoosh of sudden air. Peter knew that that it was just a matter of time when those freaks would ambush the two of them. Peter realised, how lucky it was that he as with her. He could keep an eye on her and protect her from harm.
No matter how hard MJ tried to stay strong he knew that it just won't matter. She is a liability right now and it would surely a hell of a distraction for her to be around and the most important thing was how would he suit up?
He simply had no clue.
With her around it was impossible, he had sneak out there somehow but he had no idea how.
Then out of nowhere three of those men slicked into existence there way as there took definite shapes. They were just like ghosts, shape shifters, disappearing and suddenly appearing out of nowhere. They were fast that appeared to be formless, like groping on shadow.
"Uugh.. gross" cried out MJ in disgust as one of them came into view.
This time the symptoms were much worse than before.
That man had some sort of a yellow fluid that leaking from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were as blank as ever.
"Trying to scare me eh? Lets see what you have got?" Said MJ as she flexed her muscles as popped her knuckles.
Without a second thought, MJ charged forward before Peter could even react. She pulled out her weapon, from the holster and swung it around wildly charging into the man's chest. She hit him squarely at him. There was a sickening crunch. The man staggered and fell a few feet behind.
He immediately looked up and gave a horrifying rotten teethed grin at MJ.
The coke head's own gait was more of an amble.
MJ took a few a steps behind. She knew that if the man could survive such a blow from her, something was severely wrong.
They were inhumans.
"Um, Peter I could use some of your help .. right about now..?"
MJ was shivering. The violent quivering of the muscles on her arms were not at all difficult to notice.
Peter realised that he had just been watching the entire scenario like a dumbo.
Without any further tally, Peter charged forward.
He quickly grabbed MJ's arm and pulled it towards him just as the man was about to land a fatal crushing blow at her.
He broke the pavement underneath her feet.
MJ smiled at him with relief. Peter quickly looked up when he saw him coming for him now.
Well that is a good sign. At least I managed to take the heat of her. He thought.
MJ was shaken and she tried desperately to get up on her feet.
Now's the chance Peter thought as he picked up her shoe that had fallen off during the scuffle, picked it up with one arm and flung it across his face as hard as he could.
It was lame but he had to find a way to get time and slow him down, get enough time to change back to his costume.
It made a large smacking noise as it made contact with his face and the goon just lost a bit of his momentum.
That was all he needed. MJ was up on her feet.
He went near her and waited for the thug to make his move. As the thug neared him, MJ was already picked up the baton and waited for him to come to strike.
As his attention was all focussed on Peter, he couldn't see MJ come on from the side and swung at him.
THOP.
The man single headedly stopped her incoming blow and slapped her hard sending her sprawling on the asphalt.
She was knocked out cold.
Peter looked at her. Her unmoving body lay there in a heap, not stirring even the slightest.
Seeing her in an all-out state tore the wires in mind that kept his reasoning and logic together, sane and going.
His hands suddenly felt suddenly numb.
They were hot and he could feel his temperature spiking.
He is going to a gala time with me. He promised that to MJ more than to himself.
This time peter charged at him when he saw another silhouette move past him at an incredible speed.
There was no warning by his spider sense, but still he was ready.
Right then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the golden haired warrior.
His fist glowing as though it were on some kind of a righteous fire.
His movement fluid as ever advanced as it slicked its way into the rotten man's movement radius.
POW.
Just one punch. And the man was straight from his feet in to the air.
"Guess that's thirty one pieces of silver you have got now, huh? Sleep well, Judas" said the man as he turned to face Peter.
Peter looked back at him and he was ready to put up a fight.
The man looked down at him.
He had baggy black khaki pants. He had a sleeveless leather bottle green jacket that was partially chained up to his chest. But that did not prevent his perfectly chiselled chest from spilling out. And the most distinguishing characteristic was the black burned dragon insignia that filled the torso portion of his body. Peter could just make out the partial dragon tattoo etched on his skin. He had a yellow bandana that covered his hair, head and had two slits for his eyes. The unruly mane of hair fell down on his shoulder. He had knuckled gloves that had a red stain on it preferably due to the stunning uppercut that he landed on one of them.
"Spiderman, get your cohort to safety, clear away from this place. This is my fight."
Wait a second … What? Did he just call him, Peter Parker spider-man? Peter something is definitely wrong with that guy. Shit! Why am I the one freaking out now?
But for some unknown reason, he wanted to trust this man.
Maybe it was the way he spoke, there nothing but bare truth in his voice.
It was like his voice had a mind of his own. It was like conversing with his voice … only his voice.
Peter looked at him hard for a few moments before running down to get MJ.
He knelt down beside MJ.
She had a nasty cut on her forehead but it was not bleeding thank God but there was a swelling on her right arm. She needed medical attention straight away.
Fractured arm.
Maybe when she fell, her right hand had to absorb majority of the impact.
Peter tried to cradle her head on his arms in a vertical position.
Peter slapped her lightly, even though he knew that it was futile.
But then slowly, she somehow regained her consciousness and looked at Peter who looked down back at her.
"Pete. Its you? Spider-man? You are him?.." she trailed off. She was weak. He had to move her somewhere safe.
It seemed as if she was even finding it difficult to keep her eyes open.
He knew that the unintentional blurting of the masked man had comprised his identity.
Peter felt like tearing his hair out.
MJ now knew the truth. The truth that he had been so desperately trying to musk.
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Peter knew that there was a hospital nearby. He had to move her there as soon as possible.
She was in a bad shape.
Peter then slowly turned his attention back towards the mystery man.
"Weird. Hey how come you figured me just by looking at me?" Peter blurted at him as he tried to balance MJ between his arms, her consciousness barely holding on. His thoughts that were like a swirling riptide, which hurt his head too much.
"Never question ones belief. Belief is what makes you strong. It can pull you from the darkest of all days." Said the man with the glowing fist.
"I have been seeing you for quite some time. You have a very formidable way, you think different. Your mind is unique is I sense a very specific sense that had been bequeathed unto you. You must be worthy enough to wield such strength and sense."
Why does he sound like a fortune cookie? Is this what he actually is?
"Hey, how come, you know so much about me? And you say this is your fight? You know who they are? They are freakishly strong. I don't know how come you managed to subdue him with a single punch from that glowing fiery fist of yours? Any way why does your fist glow? And most importantly who are you?"
"Spiderman, just like you I have proven myself worthy to weld the power of the iron fist and the power that came along with it. But now, you must get to safety. There are more of them coming up. There isn't much time." Said the man with the glowing fist as he looked front.
He turned to face Peter once again and said "And I am just a man looking out to help people. I am your ally."
And just then, Peter's spider sense blared, warning him of the imminent danger that was coming along that very way and the shady man just said that, or to be precise, he predicted it.
He knew that he did not have enough time with him to move around with MJ slumped across his shoulders.
Basically, his mind was in a complete turmoil.
What will happen now? She knew who he was.
The girl who aspired to be a news reporter, now knew the truth. The truth that would be an uproar. The news that he had been dreading for so long.
Could it just get any worse?
Right then, he could distinctly made out the large thudding noise of the rest of the people who were coming on to face them. He would not get enough time to take her to safety.
Deal with her later. Now you have to deal with them. Thought Peter as he jumped got back on her feet.
"Hey I will be coming, just hang on a second, let me just keep her somewhere safe." Said Peter as he picked up MJ on his shoulders.
MJ kept uttering something to Peter. Something inaudible. She was in shock. And the startling revelation maybe was too much for her mind.
"I don't need your help. I see that your acquaintance here is in some dire need of help. You better give it to her. She does not look well" said Iron Fist with a certain resolve in his voice.
"I deny that, I can help you. You don't know this neighbourhood better than I do. Just let me keep her somewhere safe and then I can join you."
Before, the mysterious man could say anything, Peter flung her on his shoulders and took off. He carried her to the terrace of a nearby building. He quickly changed up and carried her to the nearest safe place he could think of. No use hiding the truth from her. She already knew that. This very fact was gnawing at him like a rod that has been wedged inside his heart for so long that he could feel the raw pain creep up on him. Peter jumped and crawled on walls until he found a place safe enough.
Peter set her down carefully.
"MJ please wait. I can explain everything. Just give me some time. Let me handle this and I will come for you."
MJ stared at him wide-eyed and star struck at the same time, before she fell into a swoon.
This is probably for the best. Hang on tight, MJ.
Peter moved his hand over MJ's forehead feeling a sudden urge of protectiveness towards her. He put on his spidey costume and made his way to the masked man.
There she is safe now. I hope, she doesn't wake up soon and freak out all of a sudden.
After stowing her someplace safe, he retraced his steps back to the alleyway and saw the masked man still waiting.
"I believe that is true spider-man, but you have no idea who the Steel serpent is do you?"
"Yeah of course I know, what it is? And by the way it's a 'what', not a 'who'"
"There you see, you just absolutely have clue what you are trying to be a part of"
"Oh, come on if you think you know, why don't you fill me in?"
"I am not sure, you folks would ever believe me? I have spent a significant portion of my life in a place, a place where no mortal has ever dreamed of going in." The masked man looked up at the night sky longingly, like he missed something in there, very much. He seemed distracted, distant like something far away yet so close within him.
"Hello? Earth to Mr Strong fist over here. Are you here?" Spidey moved his fingers up and down in front of his eyes to snap him out of the trance that he had suddenly fallen.
"There is going to be a freak show right about now, so I will need you to be alert, right?"
"Of course, no one knows this but I have come here because of the Steel serpent, to thwart his evil plans once and for all"
"Whoa, slow down, rodeo. Who is the Steel Serpent that has got you all worked up?"
"He is the son of my master from whom I have received training"
"Training as in that fire fist and that insane ass kicking kung-fu?"
"Yes, but there is more to that." Said the masked man shaking his head.
Peter could see that this was something that had to do with family
"So this is some kind personal feud I see."
"Yes, he wants to rule Kun'Lun by force. He has travelled to earth to amass a great army and then storm in to my city. And under my eyes that just won't happen. I can't let that happen"
"Now what is a k'un-L'un?" said Spidey scratching his costumed head unable to make a head or tail.
"Nothing. Just, let it be. "replied the man shaking his head.
"You see I can help you here and moreover you are in my territory anyway, so my help is complimentary here. No exceptions."
"Then I am not going to have any say in this isn't it?"
"No"
Right then, the two other amped up thugs came into view and looked at the mystery super Fisty man and Spiderman menacingly. They were clicking their teeth and they were in a peculiar stance that Peter had never ever seen anything more horrifying in his life. They just looked like two burly men who have had too much to drink, more than their system could take it.
"Well then, a comrade in arms is always welcome and I like someone to fight beside me as you."
"Mr. Pumpy Fist, it would be mine genuine pleasure."
Right then, the two of those goon ran towards the wall-crawler and Iron fist.
Spidey ran with ferocity allowing his anger of being unable to protect MJ took over him completely. All his senses were amped up. He stole a glance at his side and saw Iron Fist at par with his speed, his fist glowing menacingly.
Hell, yeah lets show them. Lets teach them a lesson.
The two warriors jumped and together high up in the air and spidey could see, the confused look on the men.
Well, they were not at all expecting the two of them to go overhead, high up flying.
Just as they touched the surface, spidey jumped up and shot webs from his web blasters at them.
And sure enough the goons were tangled in a mess, unable to free themselves.
They were screaming and shouting in rage and looked at the spider-man with disdain.
Well, was the last thing, they ever could set eyes upon.
THUD, THUD.
One solid kick from spidey's femur and an equally stronger jab from the Iron fist sent the two of them sprawling a few feet.
"Yep, that felt nice" said Spidey as he caressed his knuckles looking at the men, who were piled over one another.
"Your fighting style is ingenious spider-man. You are creative"
"And so is your Kung-Fu. That was some serious jabbing you threw at them."
I don't think, the rest of them is going to show up any time now."
"What? How do you know so?"
"I can always sense them coming and the something about them is very wrong. I could sense something different in them, there is something very potent and deadly."
"So you have a sense like mine too?"
"Yes, they are my own radar, just like your spider-sense."
"Now that is really scary. How do you know about my spider-sense?"
"Remember, that night, when you saw me take out the bunch of goons, I could sense someone around and I didn't hope to alarm you but I myself was alarmed to sense a natural precognitive sense so vivid like yours. So I tapped into your senses to tell you that I meant no harm"
"And I thought there was something sinister about you. Is this all due to that iron like fist of yours?"
"Yes, this iron fist has granted me strength of a thousand men and it has heightened my suppressed senses as well."
"Wow, that is surely something, huh" said Spidey as he put a hand on his costumed head.
There had been enough going on for today. Spidey was literally bursting with the hoard of happenings that had been taking place.
Everything had been a mistake. MJ now knew his secret and she is barely holding on. Peter knew that he had to go to her. Help her understand what has been going on.
"Where are you going?" said spidey as the crusader briskly started to walk further in to the alleyway.
"It seems that my job here is done for now, and I have catching up to do.."
"Catching up, ah, I get it. You were away in your own forbidden mystical kingdom like place ,for quite sometime. You could try the new sushi joint that they had opened. God, they are to die for." Said Peter cheerfully.
Right then, the mystery stopped right on his tracks, looked back at Peter through the narrow slits of his eyes. Bizarre and mystifying would way to describe them.
Did I say something wrong?
Peter stared hard at him.
"Thank you spider-man, for all your support." said the mystery man as he started to move away from him slowly, slowly pacing up"
"Yeah, guess I will be seeing you around then?"
What's up with that sudden look he gave me? Maybe something about me mentioning the mystical kingdom got him. But who cares? Right? It was all a joke that I mentioned. K'un-L'un, a mystical kingdom? That has a good ring to it.
"You can bet on it" said Iron fist smiled as he completely disappeared now.
Peter was exhilarated to fight beside someone with almost similar strengths as himself. He was finally happy that he could relate to someone. Spidey clicked his heels in satisfaction when he remembered.
MJ. She was all injured lying on the cold had cement all by herself. I hope that she just doesn't create a scene up.
Peter sighed.
And just as he was about to take off, he heard a sudden rumbling up above.
Peter was in for huge surprised when he lifted up his head, never actually thought something so huge, so majestic just hovering overhead.
Hhmm, look just like an airbus falling straight from the sky said Peter as he looked up with sheer awe.
Peter had never seen anything like it ever in his entire life. Man it was huge, looked like some kind of huge super-duper air bus.
And to make it awesome, it was hovering above a nearby building. Maybe it is trying to land on that building.
Shit, that is where MJ is lying down.
With wasting a second more, he swung to the building as fast as he could and found MJ lying still on the ground, just as he had left her.
It seemed that she was still unconscious and was very cold. Peter quickly picked her up, took her in her arms, paced up to somewhere safe and sure enough there was the airbus, hovering, maybe around two hundred feet above the terrace where he was still standing on.
Wait a minute, the airbus was hovering!
That wasn't right.
As the carrier began its controlled descend, Peter found it increasingly difficult to stand his ground.
The bus looked like a military grade. A cargo plane.
At a glance, he could make out the distinct four distinct turbo fan engines and the plane was huge. Judging from the size of the aircraft, maybe it could hold a few families in it, living lavishly with ample space and comfort without the slightest compromise. Apart from the other common features of any air craft, it was difficult for him to not gawk at the additional pair of engines that looked like repulsors, just like Tony Stark's (hence its hovering and perfect vertical movement of such an extremely humungous ship) and half-length wings located at the tail section of the fuel usage below any conventional elevated tail section. Maybe this is what gives it an improved boost in its speed and air maneuverer, better control.
It was huge beyond his comprehension.
The body seemed to be made of a very high grade steel plates with appeared to bolted and welded with artistic precision and there were strange reflecting panels all over the carrier which made it fluctuate between visibility and invisibility.
And once again Spidey could most certainly, never take off his eyes on the strange huge large additional engines at the periphery of the wings of the airbus which that mimicked like Tony Stark's repulsors.
They were repulsors alright. Any true follower of Anthony Howard Stark should be easily able to identify a repulsor when he or she sees one.
Oh, come on, isn't it like every science geek's fetish to meet with the great Tony Stark?
Right who wouldn't?
And for someone so very famous, it was almost a dream for Peter to actually see a full complete working model of Mr Stark's sheer brilliance and all his inventions everything etched right on his mind, so vivid, something so well known that all of it seemed to be like muscle memory
And there it was, two humungous repulsors firing hot gases that would probably tear the place down.
And of course, the indomitable fabled and famed 'Arc Reactor'.
The energy source that is the answer to all the world's energy problem, the perfect sustainable energy system for all of mankind.
The aircraft was armed with Gatling guns and other weapons that seemed to poke out as he had only seen in a Call of Duty game. He was awe struck.
Peter now looked at the airbus that stood before him as it released gusts of dust and grit into the air. The airbus looked like a globe master. He knew about that because, he had to submit a project and he took up globe master.
And then it landed, made a soft touch down.
As the humungous aircraft powered down, he could feel the resistance from the aircraft dwindling and found it easy to stand his ground.
A few seconds later he saw the hatch on the rear open up with a loud hiss.
Right then, six of them emerged from the open hatch. The first three of them walked confidently and descended down the hatch that behaved like a ramp. They were suited up just like they were some sort of secret agents. All of them donned a jet black suits except the three of them who stood in near the hatch entrance, maybe were they guarding the opening, but they looked young, of course older than him but definitely a hell lot younger than the three agents who were walking towards him now.
Well, maybe they were spies. Spidey didn't have a bit of clue. But he was sure of one thing, they were not his enemies. His spider-sense did not tingle anymore.
The group was headed by a middle aged man with slightly receding hairline and behind him the five of them walked in a spearhead formation.
The man stood a few feet away from him and Spidey found himself tensed and wrapped MJ tightly around his arms protectively.
If they were thinking of doing something to her, they were gonna have to face me first.
"If you people think, you can get to her, it is the last of your problems. I am seriously pissed and make one wrong move, you are going to regret".
Peter didn't trust these people even though there was no warning by his spider sense.
People showing out of the blue for no reason. Secret agents or not, he is not going down without a fight. The only person he trusted right now is himself and he would do anything to keep them safe. Trust issues are a bitch.
The man who lead the group looked like he was the boss, was relaxed, maintained a calm demeanour, his thin lips revealed a little confident smile.
His arms were on the front, right palm kept over his left arm and stood in a relaxed posture with sufficient gap between his legs.
"I'm Agent Phil Coulson with the Strategic Homeland and Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. And we have come here to help you clear up this mess and don't worry, we are not here to take anything or to hurt you. We are the government. We are here to help"
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