Author's note – Hi there. All readers alike, this is the next chapter for my story.
The undeniable fight that was waiting to happen. I just wish I have got the facts right although I made some changes here and there. Just for the sake of simplicity.
I had to look upon the character of the steel Serpent's history to frame a proper story. About the Steel Serpent what had changed him. And in the later part of the chapter, I have decided to introduce a slight change in the way of narration because I thought it would be better and simpler to view to the entire story in a certain scale as there was a lot to write about. And it would not confuse me in me in my later chapters.
As the story progresses I might slowly reveal more and more about the character's powers and his strengths. I hope you enjoy it.
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Peter's head reeled at the thought.
A worm hole.
You have got to be shitting me.
MJ's eyes were stark crazy, just lost beyond. She says she saw another world out there and there were these scientists who say a worm hole opening up all of a sudden. How could it even be possible? He was there with MJ and he did not sense a thing.
Peter placed a palm on the back of his head and allowed the silent throbbing in his head engulf him. He thought for a moment.
The constant chattering of the agents beside him felt so distant, now. He concentrated on what he saw earlier when he entered MJ's head.
He concentrated hard.
Those faint images of a long lost city. Something so beautiful and mystical, heavenly.
Something that was ancient and a place that had a soul of its own.
The place that MJ called heaven.
What was it?
What could it be?
The reality came tumbling down on him. He looked MJ once more. He could see the pain she was in but there was something else.
What was it? Satisfaction?
For some weird reason, she looked peaceful.
She was resting and appeared to be calm.
By now Agents Simmons and Fitz were all over her. IVs were set in place, syringes and hypodermic were being prepped.
Peter backed out of the med bay. He knew that she was in good hands. They saved her before and they would save her again. He could trust them, the two agents.
Agents Fits and Simmons.
Agent Coulson stood beside him.
"Don't worry she will be fine, I tell you." spoke up gent Coulson.
The tension in his voice was undeniable.
It was all a big mistake to have involved her all along. There is no way anyone will be getting hurt on my account ever again.
Peter turned away from the turmoil that went on behind him.
He knew what he had to do.
"Hey, where are you going?" he heard one of them shout behind him.
Ignore him.
Things had become so clear to him. Crystal clear. And there was no way any one was gonna get hurt.
Peter leaped off his feet and zip lined away from the BUS. He used the tall trees, dodged and passed through obstacles to the general direction where the two of them were headed initially. True he did not get similar vibes like MJ used to get but his sense of direction was equally optimised which guided him along the proper direction.
The trees and the dark foliage whizzed by him as the silvery light of the moon cast its light on him.
It wasn't long before he started to get a similar kind of feeling that MJ, had felt. He could relate now. The time when he entered her mind and the time when she looked so distant, now everything seemed to fall in place.
What captivated her so much?
So much that it took such a serious toll on her mind.
He realised that he was very very lucky to have not succumbed into the 'heavenly' madness that was not able to sense. Glad that his senses were so controlled, minimal but optimised, up to the mark that he could rely on it.
God knows how many times it had saved him.
He followed the weird signal in his head that he could only faintly understand.
As Peter approached it slowly, he could get similar vibes that was now slowly being magnified as he approached it.
But for some reason, he felt his consciousness being probed.
Thinking it to be Mary Jane, he opened his mind further to it. He was happy but there was something weird about the probing. Something was definitely out of out of place and he could not place it.
"MJ, how are you doing? You are good?" Peter could feel the giant weight in his heart slip by before a dread filled his head.
It wasn't like any other feeling that he had felt.
It was dark and mystical.
MJ surely did not give off such a vibe, but he could not deny the vague familiarity in the way.
"WHO is it?" screamed Peter in his mind.
He was furious.
Who was it?
Peter swung with an increased pace.
He calmed his head, thought for a moment.
And then it struck him.
"Of course, it's you."
It was him. The man with those fists of iron.
"I suggest you to keep a distance from this fight. This is turning out to be unhealthy." his commanding voice spoke to him.
"What? I don't know any of that but I am coming down here." Protested Peter as he headed straight into the fight.
He did not care anymore. He had had enough.
He felt his lingering presence in his mind. He was still inside his head.
"What are you still doing in my head?" Peter was partially pissed and rather taken aback. He still did not expect him to reside in his head.
"You don't know do you? The one I am fighting is Davos."
"Okay, now who is Davos?"
"You people know him as the steel serpent"
"Okay, you should have come at it sooner. Steel Serpent my ass, his bone breaking will be my undoing."
Peter was seriously pissed. He had caused enough discomfort to him and to the people around him.
"Hush now, Peter. You don't know what he is capable off."
"Well, I think I will be the judge of that, thank you." Peter cut him off.
"Okay, then, since you are not leaving this battle field, let me warn you before you decide in to join in the fight. There will be no going back unless and until one of us survives. We will be in completely different realm during our fight and so will you. And you should know a few things about him before you join in my fight."
He did not wait for Peter's approval. He poured on memories onto his head.
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The nature of his memories were so different.
They were controlled and tragic. It made his heart wrench.
He witnessed a fight. A fight that seemed to be him, impossible. He had the glimpse of a long lost old city that seemed to have a soul of its own.
A will of its own.
An ancient city in an unknown place, composed of incomprehensible surroundings, that defied explanation, because things were so blurry first, everything was in utter complete shambles.
Peter could see himself, standing in between the two of them.
The two warriors were old and something in them radiate strength and power something.
And the fight was something extraordinary.
It was nothing that he could do.
It was an amalgamation of good and an equally negative conscience, radiating from the two antediluvians. Like two complementing forces vowed to take out each other.
Something in Peter told him that this was something for than a feud.
The undeniable wringing of their hearts, a debt that could be settled by blood only.
There was something more among all of that.
Peter could feel it.
Other than he could do nothing but observe the fight.
Davos looked to have an upper hand. He was way bulkier. He looked to have the upper hand, physically speaking.
His chest was bare, had a purple amaranth bandanna on his head just like the other guy had that covered his complete head and bits of jet black hair peeked out shyly from the sides, a loose dark chinos black trousers, the fabric that seemed to catch the wind along its minutely combed material and flutter along its direction.
He had a dark tan throughout his body, a cruel wicked grin spread across his face.
And the unmistakable giant skinny wingless dragon like tattoo laid bare on his chest, like a serpent, that Peter would recognise anywhere, just like the symbol that was imprinted upon those small paper pieces like the drug. And as for the guy, he had a winged majestic dragon scorched up on his chest and his dressing style was similar to the iron fist guy but there was a sense of vintage in his outfit, it was old like it had its own life throbbing inside his suit.
Like a sentient being.
The other one who had glowy wrists flowing with immeasurable power and vigour. He was not the iron fist that he had first seen. He was obviously someone different.
That was the man with the fiery fist was strong but could Davos really stand up to him now.
Peter had seen the immensity of the strength that the fist carried, when the fiery fist took out the infected back right in front of his eyes.
There was absolutely no way the purple bandanna guy could stand up to him.
Right then Davos moved at blinding speed.
The air around him seemed to blur away.
Even Peter found it difficult to keep up with him.
He lost track of his movement in a single blink.
Every step he took seemed to be long bounded leaps.
Spidey could see his spiritual aura increase, like literally multiplying ten folds that he could feel the insane power.
His entire presence got shrouded by the immense chi that he was drawing from somewhere.
Somewhere foreign, nowhere near him.
Like what seemed to be chicane in Peter's eyes but somehow it felt too real.
The fight was too much even for his mutated enhanced sensory organs.
It seemed to him like his perception was straining him in every way imaginable.
The blows that they exchanged were terrific, like two superpowers bashing and blowing out each other and rest everything was difficult for him to make out. Every blow the two of them exchanged seemed to produce shock waves. It was unearthly.
The only thing he eyes could perceive in time was a distinctive contact.
The vital contact.
Davos somehow managed to get to his side and slammed his chest with him, to push him back away.
The two majestic and vicious symbols made contact.
The warrior with the flavescent bandanna flew back fell to his knees like his energy was sapped away almost immediately, he seemed to have lost all his vigour and vim, completely energy less.
The foreign voice in the back of his mind spoke up.
"Look carefully Peter. The truth lies within but you must be sure to look never to miss out leads."
Peter looked harder.
What had happened?
All he could see that the guy who resembled him buckled under his own weight now almost fell to the floor, eagle spread.
He even did not have energy to look up. He was shaking.
Peter's senses seethed like it was forced on being overdrive like he was being manipulated.
It seemed to him like he was being dragged to the fight, into the debacle rage and fury of the fallen hero.
And that was when he felt his essence being drawn and pulverised from his body, against his will.
His life force was being sucked out of him and then he understood what it was all about.
He was drawing strength from him too. He knew that it was not possible but somehow he could feel the intensity at which he was effecting the fallen ancient warrior. It was almost like he was deliberately made to feel.
Like he was deliberately losing a part of himself.
Surely, it had to do something with the sudden contact. But the idea was no way making any sense. It was way outlandish but he could not deny the inevitable fact.
A mere touch of the scorched mark, could it be so dangerous?
The contact between the two ancient force right at the bizarre tattoos did this, that created such a huge insane pressure that it literally sucked out the living force right out of him.
Even Peter was being effected being so near to him.
"What did you understand Peter Parker?" the voice echoed within the walls of his head.
"I guess the fallen hero is one of your kind and the victorious is the villain here and there something very fishy about that searing mark on Davos." He spoke in his mind meaning every word.
"Yes, you are right. And Peter don't you feel strange? Like you are being pulled into the fight?"
"What? How did you know?" Peter was stunned. He did not expect him to so bluntly broach on what he felt, especially when he was so right.
"I know Peter, because my conscience dwells within your mind."
"Wait, hang on a minute. You are out there fighting and how can you manage to speak to me here as if you are a completely different person."
"No the real me is out there, the final confrontation with Davos, a death battle locked for all eternity."
The way he said this seemed to Peter like his consciousness was begging him to understand.
Peter felt bad for him now. He wanted to know more especially his curiosity had taken an ugly turn.
Mystical magic coupled with science. What more could he want?
"Who is he? The fallen hero? I can tell you, that is not you but both of your strengths and powers are so vastly similar. I know that he does not look like you and the two of you are in stark contrast with each other. There is still something more you wish to tell me."
"I guess it is better to tell you since you don't have any idea and since in reality you have already entered the fight radius, there is no way you can go back now. You can now be free only if either one of us dead, so this is the story of Davos is the son of my trainer Lei Kung, the Thunderer. It was his birth right to rule over the kingdom of Shao Lao."
"When Davos was a child he knew his destiny was great. He didn't understand why no one else recognized his potential. Not the Yu-Ti. Not the Thunderer, his own father. At every turn he's been held back. Is it a wonder he has a problem with authority? He takes what little they have to offer. These insect. These ants. He rips their life force from their bodies and heals his wounds. Flesh bubbles closed. Blood coagulates. Bones fuse. He takes it all so that he may stand while they fall. If he had enough of it, the Chi of Shou-Lao, the dragon... could he heal his heart, too? And if he was simply given the love he needed in the first place... but K'un-Lun was never a place for love. All it offered was fire and blood. Can you blame him for accepting?"
The narration in his mind was so beautiful and tragic.
Like a poet at work, creating one of his masterpieces, the feeling that he conveyed.
The detailed story about Davos and his murderous malicious intent poured on his head after he was stopped being recognised to be fit to wield the power of the Iron Fist. The first time when he had ever tried to wield it by stealing it from the past Iron Fist, it did him almost no good.
The immense power ate his mind, consumed him and he had become power hungry, when he got a taste of this holy power. Like he saw nothing like he was literally tripping all over with a power equal to that of a nuke.
And that had been his undoing.
And then he was subdued and locked away. His tormented heart and soul was already tarnished for having been humiliated. It was further intensified when his own father denied him of his throne, his rightful place and on the other hand, it was his own father who had given him the task of looking out for the Dragon's egg. At that had been the least he had been expecting of him to approve him as the chosen warrior, the heir.
As that had become a dream that he could never have. Never cherish.
And for that he sought revenge. Against all people, be it this realm or Kun Lun.
And all of this, the steel serpent drug, was a test, an elaborate plan that he took and procured from one of the earthlings and he entrusted it to Mrs Gao. He appointed her to look out for the drug, its improvement, potency and administration were all in her hands. He asked her to make him an army, an army under his control that would be under his complete disposal and storm in to his city.
That was all this was about.
"I must tell you that was by far the most awesome and a severely twisted plot I have ever laid my ears upon. But you know something really caught my attention. What did you mean by that …. When you said Dragon? This is the twenty first century dude. You have to be a lot more convincing than that. And anyway heaven or not but not dragons. That is just not possible." He let out a nervous laugh.
Because he knew, that it might be true, from the glimpse that he had just had, deep within his vestibules of his mind, he pictured a fierce angry roar, leaping flames painting the sky with fire, people running around shouting and scared.
That was all but stories that were read out to children. That was the only truth, a myth that it could have and that is all.
"Peter, time is of utter essence. You should know that I would never try to indulge your mind, but what I said is true. The power of the Iron fist, the power that only a few has ever been able to master it lies within that dragon. The heart of hearts. Its core.
A dragon's heartstring. And so the killing of the dragon is a kind of ceremony for us."
His voice was distant and soft in his head as though his mind was reflecting on the moment when he had killed it. It was not pleasant but it had to be done
"I was chosen. The only chosen pupil by my master. He had faith in me. The power of the Iron Fist that dwelt within the dragon's heart."
"The reason I speak to your mind Peter because I have seen your heart. It is pure. I know that you are destined for greatness and that you have far more to achieve. And for that you will survive. You are survivor. All of those loses throughout your life has made you stronger. You are rich with experience for a small boy of your age. And, trust your judgement don't question them all the time. Above all keep your friends and family close. I know you have people who would readily die for you. And believe me, it has always been your famed inquisitiveness Peter that will transcend you to greatness. This is another strong aspect of yours. You are never afraid to venture into something new. And finally your humbleness. All the people, near and dear ones will never leave by your side and they will keep you company through the worse days and this is what makes you one of the most valuable man on this planet.
And speaking of Davos, he is rotten to the core, corrupted beyond repair. I don't know how far he is gone but for now, he is my sole concern. His fight is with me and that is all that it should be. I appreciate your concern. You want to aid me but in this fight it would be better if you try to look out for yourself. The purpose of imparting this memory unto you so that you don't get killed out her. You know what to look out for right?"
Peter was speechless for a moment. The way he had described him was something only a few handful of people regarded him that way. His aunt and his late uncle, Gwen and MJ although he sometimes doubted her affection but Peter knew that she always wanted his own good.
For better or for worse.
For a split second Peter had grown forlorn. He was confused.
"Peter, tear your confusion aside and for now trust me and let me be your guide, your friend."
Peter knew he was right. There was something far worse at hand now.
And he had to trust him.
He snapped out of his momentary trance.
"Yes, the tailless malnutritioned dragon alright." Peter was a bit off his usual self by now, when he made the remark. He did not think the threat he would pose. The memory that he had been subjected to was so old. Peter was almost confident, certain that Davos would never be able to keep up with the two of them. It was not possible. The memory that he had been subjected was long far and distant and he whatever he had witnessed was ages old.
"Careful Peter with those words. That symbol is something more than you think it to be. Davos is the master of evil, he sees every man's greatest desire and a conspirator. Don't think for a second that he is weak. He can intensifies the madness in all people around him. You might not have anything to do with for now and most importantly you can feel so, like your mind perfectly, it has done well for you and the people around you, all because of your uber sense and strength. You should be grateful of them. And as for that symbol, the nature of his strength greatly complements mine and in a way it even surpasses almost all of the Iron Fists so far especially when he had drawn power from the last one and right from there … it was like he was completely changed. He had become more reckless now. It was like a kind of lust for him and for that, he was cursed and banished but there is something that still no one understands. In spite of being trapped and tortured, he still managed to get ever stronger. And that has proved to be so difficult. I have to get to him by now because that will be only way that I can truly bring peace for the people in my city."
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Peter came back.
Into the reality.
There wasn't any lingering presence in his head, like a space of his head occupied by someone.
He saw the two of them in a fighting pose separated by a formidable distance.
The man with the Iron fist was ready for a strike but unlike his father he was controlled, not a hot headed. Peter observed him.
He was analysing him.
Although Davos did not have his right arm, the arm was composed of complete chi looked even deadlier.
It looked like, a demon hand, a hand bestowed upon him by the evil, forged from malignity.
Peter wanted to ask him about that weird looking hand but he could not contact him like the way he did with him when he had something vital to tell him.
"Davos, I know. I know that this rage isn't what you are. You have to overcome your fears, this fear that has led to such a misfortune and believe it or not, your father would be happy to have let you back in. Believe me, we want you back. Please, this fight is meaningless."
Iron Fist's voice was mellow and confident, if it were him, Peter himself would go back and with him to his city.
Such was the healing effect of his soothing calm words. It was something that was beyond any medicine could treat him. Better than an aspirin but of course not better than Gwen.
She was his own personal ultimate healer.
But Peter knew that he had to be on his guard.
A harsh voice followed. A voice rigged with insanity and someone who had lost all his hope and he knew better to trust himself like he is the one and the most supreme of all. Such was the aura, he emitted. And for some reason one of his hand was missing, like his arm cleaved right off his shoulders. But there was something else in place of his arm. Peter couldn't make it out but something was very weird about it. It looked like to be a silhouette of some sort.
Looked like some sort of an apparition, a phantom from a distance.
Something hardly solid.
"I am the chosen son of Kun Lun and only the true people of Kun Lun can smell death when its near. You are a commoner. Your father was a commoner, destroying the purity of our race and culture by your senseless modern ideas that you people follow there is no way you can ever be in my league. By no right should the throne ever be yours. Your father was the same, and so he died by my hands and that would be the same for you. You believe yourself to have mastered this technique? I was given the charge of handling the Dragon's egg and imagine my surprise when my father chose you instead of his own flesh and blood to fight the Undying dragon and claim the power of the Iron Fist. And there I shall carve your body … the lesson of what penance is exacted for soiling another's pride."
Peter eyes flew wide open.
So there was a family feud amidst all of it. And the undeniable ability to turn everything into a fortune cookie.
Peter should have guessed beforehand that he would turn out to be an equal fortune cookie like the Iron Fist.
For some reason Peter could feel the hatred burning on his face and he made absolutely no attempt at hiding or obnubilate, even in the slightest bit.
Davos raised his 'otherworldly' hand construct and brought it near his face. Peter looked at it. It was filled with abrasions, rope burn pattern abrasions all around it.
He walked up slowly to Iron Fist.
Peter could see his lips form a devious curl around his ancient face and the huge heavy body that he had.
Iron Fist had followed his stance and started to walk slowly, just like him and walked with an even quicker pace towards Davos.
"Oh, forgive me master, for having wronging you. Now I know, the hatred that rages within you can never be tamed, like you would be locked in a battle for eternity with the likes of me. And I promise you that it would be worth your while." spoke out the iron fist as though he was going to sin. It sounded vaguely like a confession.
Davos ran with blinding rage, fuelled by his tormented past, in a hope to prove himself, rushed and the two forces collided.
Peter was really surprised that he could run at all, considering the massive built that he had.
It was like fireworks.
Peter knew that he had to help the Iron Fist guy. Judging by his age and the age for which he had lived for so long, there was no way, he could have remained senile for so long. It was alright for him to have gone haywire and completely lost his head.
The two giants collided and Iron Fist went off flying by back in his direction, back to the spot where he once stood a few seconds before. The fire in his fist has diminished. But he was quick on his feet. He quickly scrambled up on his feet and punched his ground with all his might.
"AHHH.." The iron fist screamed with power and strength.
The ground shook like it had been hit by a 9 magnitude earthquake .
Peter leaped off the unstable ground that was almost threatening to give away under his feet.
Davos gave a maniac laughter.
The force of the impact seemed to have no effect on him as he held his ground unfazed.
"You know what I could just simply take the power that was given to you, like I had done to the previous ones."
Davos rushed at him with blinding speed like the way that he had showed Peter.
Peter run as fast as could towards the fight.
He had to aid him in battle.
He knew what this demented piece of shit wanted and whatever it was it not worth any man's life.
He would be targeting to get close within his range and would attemot at making that connection that would leech of the iron fists of all his strength.
And his primary objective was to prevent that from happening. But not on his watch. Never.
Peter leaped and changed his web shooters' spinnerets so that it now spit out high velocity web balls.
He fired continuously at him until he slowed down and Peter landed a hard kick in his lower abdomen that got him flying across several foot till it hit a large boulder that brought cracks on it. The cracks resembling the shape of his immense body shape that was now shaped like his body structure, like a fossil.
Davos buckled slightly under his feet and wobbled back to his feet, the devious smile not leaving his face.
Peter witnessed his face bleeding. The lines of a dark red blood running down from his amaranth bandana that was now clearly tainted. The scratches on his face were undeniably large and distinct.
Peter felt that weird sensation once again.
What is this?
Davos drew on more power. How could he do that?
How is he able to draw power like that? It was as if he had a replenishable source somewhere inside his body.
The blood stopped flowing and followed back its course back to his ruptured skin. It started to slowly mesh and heal at an instant rapid pace.
"Don't you realise something by now? You puny humans, you could never ever hope of defeating me. Clearly I could have subdued the two of you without even having to drop a single sweat or lets just make this interesting shall we?" He looked at Peter dangerously.
Peter looked back at him. He wasn't afraid of him.
He wanted a piece of him and he was ready for him.
His crazy experiments had done enough for the people of New York.
And he was responsible for having to turn MJ and God knows she had suffered enough. All because of that blood transfusion.
"Since the masked man was bold enough to throw me off, I am pretty surprised. You look puny but I guess you are stronger than I had expected you to be. I am impressed with you really. Let's go two on one now, shall we?"
Peter looked back at Iron Fist who was up on his feet by now. His breathing was at a controlled rate.
Both his fist were glowing, the unsurmountable power that held in between every rock solid punch.
"All right Parker. I am pissed off at him as Hell and this would be a right time to throw in some good old punched on muscles flesh and bones."
Iron Fist moved forward, quick and agile that he was.
Davos blocked the first punch with his chi devil arm and delivered a crunching blow on his lower ribcage.
Iron Fist stuttered, he backed away a few spaces. He gritted his teeth with rage and pain.
Peter blasted off series of webs at his wrist trying to block him and try an attempt to go form a submissive move before he could deliver another blow at him.
As soon as the web made contact with his right fake evil arm, it passed right through it.
"What? How is this possible?" you.. That…"
Peter was shocked beyond words.
That arm of his, it seemed to be a solid construct to him. And he had used the same arm to punch the Iron Fist. That should have been a solid construct, chi or not, that did not matter.
It was solid and that was all that he was concerned with.
And he expected his web to hold him or slow him down.
Of all he never expected it to pass right through it. It just didn't make any sense.
"Oh, nice isn't it?" said Davos, the forced endearing delight in his voice sounded even weird that would never ever resonate well with the ancient barbaric tone of his.
"It's all futile. We have think of something before we permanently settle this."
He cracked his knuckles, turned his head at the two of them like a yellow peril, set tightly in his evil eyes.
Peter knew for sure that things would begin to get rough from now onwards.
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Gwen's point of view
Gwen was alone in her apartment. She was twirling an old biology book, playing it with her fingers.
She missed Peter and he had been out all night. He usually makes contact with her but today he didn't and Gwen was worried a bit.
Every night he would come by and then sometimes even dream of him, like a ghost by the side of her bed, so perfectly clear.
It was so perfect.
Gwen finally decided to call up his number.
The same mundane ringing tone ran through the speakers of her cell phone before ending up getting disconnected.
She tried once again but it was all in vain.
Something was up with Peter.
He was always on the run with Mary Jane.
And now that she had powers, Peter considered it to be his job to babysit her.
And there was no time for the two of them.
Gwen was not trying to me mean here, maybe a tad bit jealous.
She gets to spend more time with Peter than her.
She has powers and she should be able to look after herself and Peter had become her guardian ever since and the most important thing was that she was his girlfriend and there was Peter giving his undeterred attention to another girl.
They did not spend time for each other now that they used to.
It was not fair.
Gwen looked around.
Her desperation has started to take its toll.
She felt sad. She was mad.
A bit angry.
She had to make herself visible to Peter.
She had to make an impact for Peter only then he would only decide to notice. She could feel small tears welling up.
She had lost her Dad and now Peter was being distant from her.
She looked up to Peter a bit. She liked being the way he took care of her.
She had to do something to get to do something to get his attention.
What could it be?
Empty thoughts resounded throughout her mind.
What could she do?
She had to think of something. She had to conjure something up.
Inside the mini freezer, in her room, the laboratory that she had where she used to do minor experiments, she might have just what she would be needing.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and got down her bed, walked into the mini laboratory.
She opened the door of the refrigerator and looked inside.
There was blood.
Peter's blood stored in small blood bags.
Peter occasionally used to come to her to store small amounts of blood in units and pints, just in case he ever needed some, accidents or sometimes when Peter wanted his blood work. He had to be careful and as Gwen was the only one he could trust to keep his identity secret. She would sometimes run checks on him as he did not know what the doctor would ever find all the mutated crap in his blood, occasional bouts of fever that he suffered at times although none of them lasted long.
Gwen picked up a bag of his blood and stared at the cold dark crimson red liquid feel heavy on her palms. The blood held the key to so many questions in her mind.
How the spider bite changed him for the better?
Just scientific curiosity.
What would become if she would ever to reverse engineer a serum and inject herself with a dose of the spider venom that gave Peter all his powers?
Peter stays with MJ only because she had powers. He considered it to be his job to look out for her. And in the process she was loosing her importance over her. Only if somehow she would have powers then things would be so much simpler for her. She would be able to tag along with him in his crusades.
But won't that be wrong?
Peter trusted her so deeply and she was always so ever present for him when he needed her the most.
But the thought was so tempting. If things would be right she would be able to look out for him, like the way she used to when they were in school, just like old times.
She thought about it for a moment.
God knows what could happen if she ever attempted that.
She had to be careful.
She knew what had happened to Dr Connors, his frightful obsession to create a superior race devoid of all illness.
She had to careful, if she ever tried to attempt an experiment.
Repercussions would be tremendous affect him and now J Jameson would find another way to douse everything on Peter. There were now groups of people who already thought him to be responsible for another web slinging mutant.
People were already scared at what they did not understand.
What would happen if she would again show up on the scene with similar powers?
She thought about it, till the thought raved around her head hurting her bad.
Enough is enough. I want Peter and he would respect me for it.
He loves me but he does not get to spend enough time with me all because of that stupid MJ.
She thinks herself to be so very popular, she could find herself any boy. Any boy would be willing to go out with her. But why Peter. She has powers, she should look out on her own, not that the two of them really cared for each other.
She had to see that their relationship would not be aggravated once again.
That would be just bad, just so bad.
Gwen pulled out the blood bag and placed it on the stone slab of the small laboratory.
She felt a bit sick, like small fever throbbing on her temples like it wants to kill her and tear her apart. Like a thrill that would tear her apart.
Was it more of a vengeful love that she wants to spit out?
She was over thinking about it.
She had to basic things she would need.
She breathed in to calm herself. She could not loose any more concentration on this job. A minor mistake and she would have to start all over again and especially people should not know what she was trying to do in here.
Reverse bio engineering was her speciality. God knows if anything ever went wrong.
She could do it, keeping one eye closed.
No problem.
It was already late at night.
She knew that it would take an awful lot amount of time but it would be worth it.
She had a sudden faint imagination of her swinging along with Peter through the buildings of New York, fighting crime, hand in hand, it would be so damn romantic.
For the first time in so many nights, she smiled at her.
She had to make this this right.
She had to do this right, there was no way things would ever be bad for her and for some reason, she felt her confidence rise and she knew that there was no stopping her.
She paced back to her cupboard and pulled out her protective gear and the marble white laboratory coat.
She just hoped she had everything in there in the room.
Test tubes, burners, conical flasks pipettes, burettes, spooling agents, DNA markers.
She closed the room in her room, a silent click from the inside as her faint footsteps disappeared back to her lab.
She had work to accomplish, her goal further intensified by her love, fuelled by pride for Peter that she thought could never be hers.
She was ready to fight for it.
Be a smoking girl, a daredevil…. She thought..
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The fight will continue further as it progresses further, pieces of Davos' aka the Steel Serpent will be further revealed.
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