Thank God the weekend was here. Everyone looked like they were enjoying it, or at least most of them...
"And once again, thanks to New York's hero: Spiderman. At least 13 people, including the youngest of them all. Were saved yesterday after a fire spread through an apartment building. Luckily, only a few people were in and were rescued carefully and safe. There was minor burns and no signs of any lost lives. Police say that if it wasn't for Spiderman, they couldn't of had gotten everyone out on time. So it looks like the arachnid hero has once again save the da-"
The news lady was cut off as soon as the TV screen turned black. The remote was thrown, not hard, but more like loudly, across the table in the middle of the room.
"Everytime. Every damn time!" the hero wearing a black and gold suit, exposing only his tan skin face, said with an annoyed voice. As he had gotten up and randomly walked away from the table, as if to calm himself.
There was a couple of small sighs. "Dude, relax." The bigger guy with shades said. He was reclining on his chair.
"They don't need to kno-" The blond hero, wearing green, was immediately cut off.
"The hell they do, Danny!" The tan barked. "We work our asses off, and all for what? So 'New York's' super hero Bug boy gets it all!?"
"Look, Sam." The white suited female revealing only her tan face as well, began to talk. "I know how you feel right now. That he's taking all the credit and all." She quoted. "But...we're still trying to become heroes. This is all new to us. We've only worked for S.H.I.E.L.D for maybe over a year, if that." she pointed out, as her voice hardened. "So you can't expect us to get all famously and all like you want. Its not all about the fame. "
He turned his head away from the window in front of him. "I don't do it for the fame." he said bitterly, defending himself. She raised an eyebrow.
"I dont." he assured. "I just want credit. Thats all." He looked down, then back at his team members. "I want credit for what we do. I want people to understand that there's more heroes out there, other than the 'all mighty spider king' Spiderman." he said the last word with a sour test on his mouth.
The female didn't seem to have any comments to add. In fact, she almost looked like she agreed with his ranting team mate. While the other heroes shared a look between the two, and nothing more.
"Um, Director Fury," The suited white man began, as it appeared he followed a man dressed in black. "Is there any way I can change your mind about this?"
"Negative, Agent."
"But Sir, I don't think this might be such a good idea after all." he said sounding worried. "We might need to still talk about-"
The man in black continued to walk forward. "Coulson, theres nothing to talk about. I will try again, and if this time it doesn't work then-
"Sir." the agent interrupted. His face suddenly changed into a different, more serious expression. Making the man in black stop as he saw the agents face.
"Its about the team." he said, finishing his previews sentence from before. The man slightly frowned interested in the conversation. And signaling the agent to go on.
The agent looked down, as if ashamed to say it. "I, I don't think that spiderman will be the best fit for our team."
The colored mans face crumbled a bit. "Coulson, What are you going on about?"
The agent sighed. "I over heard the team this morning," he started. "They...(shaking his head slightly) don't seem to like him. And if we're planning for him to be their leader, I don't know how well they're going to take that. Mainly Samuel."
The man was silent for a moment. As he took a deep breath saying "Every hero has to face obstacles, Coulson. Its never a free ride. So, I guess we'll just see how well and determine this young teenagers are. And how much they're willing to take in, to become the heroes they want to become. " The agent didn't say anything back, he thought about that himself. With that, the man continued to walk on his way. But before he was out of the vision of the agent, he managed to say
"And how exactly, Sir, are you going to talk to him, again?" he asked looking at the back of the man in black.
"I have my plans..." he said a little suspicious. As a door opened, and he was gone of the agents sight.
The white man sighed. "Yeah, does are the ones Im afraid of the most..." he murmured to himself. And he walked towards the opposite direction.
"Help! Someone help!" A middle age boy cried, as he stood in a very dramatic, typical, creepy, alley of New York.
The red and blue hero swinging through the air, followed the noise of the scream. "Im coming" he said to no one. He swung in the air one last time, as he landed perfectly on the ground with a fighting stand. It wasn't until he slowly began to lose his tenseness, seeing there was no trouble what so ever. No spider senses, no nothing. He straighten up, as he looked down at the kid in front of him.
"Hey Spiderman." he waved. With a smile showing his teeth filled with braces. The hero frowned confused, yet disturbed.
"Uh..."
The kid seemed to turn his head to his right, making the hero follow. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the same man in black, from last night, come out of the shadow of the alley. He stared confused, and with a mouth half open. It was unnoticed, thanks to his mask.
The man walked up to the kid and the hero, placing his hand on his pocket. Taking out a 20 dollar bill, and gave it to the exciting kid smiling. The hero watched amazed and in disbelief. "Thanks, Kid" the man said handing him the bill.
The kid took it fast and stared at it for a few seconds. "Whoa, thanks!" and with that, he ran out of the alley. The man smiled. The heroes gaze followed the kid until he was gone. He turned towards the creepy man, only to cringe in fear as the mans smile had vanished.
"You, again?" he asked disbelief. "Seriously? you're still coming out of the shadows? What are you a stalker?" he held up a hand. "Look man,"
The colored man seemed to raise an eyebrow at the nickname, he disapproved of it.
"I honestly already told you. I think you're making a mistake here, okay?"
"Peter Parker, would you just shut your mouth and listen to me for a few minutes." he said dryly. The hero stared, eyes wide open.
"Yes, I know who you are. Now listen, Im here to make you an offer. Its really more of a suggestion..."
"I dont...I dont understand." The hero said. "You go from a top stalker, to a business man?" he said shaking his head. As a thought crossed his head "Look, if this is about allowing you to put my face in an underwear, I already said no. And I will not cha-"
The man raised a hand now instead. "I can assure you, it has nothing to do with that."
The hero now looked confused, yet interested somehow in this. If this is no plan of attack, or a business thing...then what the hell is it?
"So, as your wondering, I am here because I work for S.H.I.E.L.D." The man began. Making the heroes eyes wide open in surprise behind his mask. He wasn't fully sure what it was, but he knew a little bit about it. Like the fact that they know Tony Stark, as well as the Avengers. "And I want to make you an offer."
AN: I MADE THIS ROOM UP.
Sunday Morning.
Inside the helicarrier, there was a big wide open room, with a plasma TV, couches, comfy chairs, a faired size kitchen in the back, next to a simple dinning table and the huge windows. Inside there was four scattered teenagers across the room, minding their own business. The room was quiet, except for the plasma TV that seemed to be playing a football game to a colored teen sitting comfortably in the couch.
Next, there was a tan messy black haired teen, with beautiful green eyes playing what it looked like a video game on his hands. As he sat in a comfy chair next to a huge window with small watermelon pieces on a plate next to him. Which he was eating before he had gone deep in his game.
Closest to him, was a long hair headed teen with blond hair. He looked like to be on the other side of the huge window. He was sitting down on a thin mattress, appearing to be meditating peacefully. While he listened to the relaxing and calmed music with his headphones.
Far away, or at least the farthest away. Was a tan female teen laying on the couch with her feet up, holding a book on her hands. She was deep in thought, as her eyes scanned the sentences on the book. Left to right, left to right was the pattern her eyes seemed to move in. She was oblivious to her surroundings, lost in her book.
That was of course, until she felt a small hit on her face. She quickly cringed unexpectedly. Smacking her lips unintentionally as she looked up confused. But there was nothing different about the room. Everything as well as everyone was in place. She squinted her eyes looking around suspiciously, as well as around her, but still continued to see nothing. So she went back to her book. Not a full minute had passed, and she felt the same hit on her face, only in a different spot. Cringing again, she sat up on the couch annoyed.
"Who keeps throwing me stuff?" she asked annoyed. But the boys were lost in their own worlds, therefor, no answer.
She sighed loudly as she sat back, and went continued to her least three minutes had passed, long enough for her to get back into her book. When she felt the same hit on her nose. This time however, the small object landed down on her book. She grabbed it with her thumb and index finger, it was small and black. She got it closer to her face to get a closer look. As she realized it was a watermelon seed.
It wasn't long until she heard a loud snort coming from the room. She turned her head to the side, only to find the teen with her same skin color laughing. Apparently, he found this hilarious.
"Dude, it took you like three time to notice!" He was barely able to say, breathless. As he touched his stomach laughing.
She gave him a deadpanned look. "Seriously,Sam?" She asked unamused. He wiped a tear off his face. "Uff, man. That was funny. Alright, alright I'll stop."he turned back into his game.
The female watched him for a few more seconds, suspiciously. But he seemed to have calmed down, and truly go back into his game. She sighed, shaking her head in disbelief at the things she had to go through. Like really? Watermelon seeds?
"hey, Ava,"
She closed her eyes for a second,as she opened them and turn towards the calling of her name. This time, she felt multiple seeds hit her face.
"Yes! I got it! Oh, man. Priceless face." The tan said looking at the screen on his phone with a wide grin on his face.
"Sam." She said calmly. "Erase it. Now."
"Nah ah, if I took it. It's stayin" he said in a cocky voice.
"Erase it."
"You sure? Cuz it's so far the best picture I've seen of you." He got himself a flying book towards his way. He managed to cover his face with his hands, as they blocked the book from hitting him. But not the female coming straight at him. He quickly tried to move but it was too late. "Wh-Noo!" He girlishly screamed.
"Give me the phone" she said as she was on top of him trying to reach for the phone in his hand. As he moved it around avoiding her.
"Danny! Help" but his meditating friend was deep in his music on his ears. "Luke! A little help?" He tried again.
"Not getting involved." He said without even bothering to turn at the two. Sam cursed. Now with an angry female.
"Give it!"
"okay fine." He said smirking.
He grabbed a cushion from the cozy chair he was sitting on. And smacked her in the face as well as her entire upper left side. She lost her balance a little, allowing for the tan to be free. "Sam I'm gonna kill you!" She said furious yet somehow the tan seemed to be smiling.
They were like this for maybe another three minutes, until the female had had it.
Ugh. Sometimes it was a pain to be the only girl in the team. However, it did have its advantages when being around boys.
Catching up the tan, she jumped as she landed on top of his back. She pinned him against the carpet, with his face planted on it, and the arm he held his phone with, bending back.
"Ow, ow, ow ,okay fine. Erase it, here." He surrender cringing. She smiled as she gladly took his phone, She erased the picture. Placed the phone back on his palm. And she let go off his arm. Getting up as she went to go pick her book up.
He sighed in relief. As he slowly got up again. "So not fair." He began. "I can't hit a girl." He defended.
"Yeah? Well... Not my fault." As she went and sat back down on the couch.
"A team?" The red and blue hero asked back. "Me, to join a team?"
"I know you want to defend New York. Perhaps a team is all you need." The man pointed out. The hero seemed offended by the comment.
"So what you're saying is, that I do a terrible job?"
"No. All I'm saying is, this heroes want to protect people as well as you. All they need is a little more guidance."
The hero was quiet. Thinking. "I can help you become the ultimate spiderman you want to become. With S.H.I.E.L.D on you side, I can even give you the better weapons and training you need."
The hero looked somewhat interested, until his head fell down the slightest bit.
"Look, Uh, Fury," he said a little awkwardly. "It sounds great, I mean the whole becoming ultimate and me training some newbies. But..." There appeared to be something bothering him. He slightly shook his head. "I can't accept.." He said almost in a man was surprised by his answer, but was still able to keep a steady face.
"I just can't..." he took a deep breath "I can't have that kind of responsibility on my shoulders. I mean, knowing that one day in a battle they could..." He closed his eyes not finishing his sentence. "I can't. Not after what happened with..." His words suddenly stopped. As if his mind had gone somewhere else, perhaps maybe back in time.
A picture of memory crossed his mind. If it wasn't for his mask, the heroes sudden change in face would of been noticeable.
"Look, Peter. I know you feel like your Uncles death was your fault." The man said placing a hand on the heroes shoulder. "I know you don't want to carry that kind of responsibility again. But, this heroes are here, with me, on their own. No one is forcing them to stay. They're determine to save and protect the world."
"So you helping them become even better heroes, is not going to make a difference in their decision. They know what they want."
The hero looked up at the man, through his mask, his eyes were focus on him. He did feel like he had a point. He wasn't sure what to say. The man sighed.
"Well, I've told you where to find me, If you change your mind." He said as he started to walk away. Leaving the hero back in the empty ally, as he looked back at the mans back.
"Dude, Im totally gonna win!" The tan kid said holding a xbox remote control on his hands. He was sitting on the verge of the couch looking up at the plasma TV in front of him.
"Nah uh, don't be so sure." The colored teen said playing against his competitive friend. He also seemed to be on the verge of the couch, looking at the TV intensely.
"C'mon Luke, don't let him win." A female voice cheered behind, smiling.
"Dude, Danny, what the hell?" The tan said still playing. "You have to cheer for me, man." He said pointing out.
The blond scratched the back of his neck, a little confused. "Uh, go Sam. Remember that he who angers you conquers you."
There was a moment of silence at his comment. "Uh, okay. Close enough." The tan said as his fingers moved constantly on the remote.
It was around the last lap, everyone was intensely looking at the TV. Since both of the teens where head to head. Some held their breath, eyes completely wide open. This was it.
It wasn't until a loud alarm started to echo through out the helicarrier. The teens immediately tensed as they looked back at the door on their room. They exchanged looks, completely forgetting about the game.
"Whoa," the tan gasped,now getting up. "Is that...does that mean that-"
"Someones trying to break in." The female finished. They were all in shock, this had never happen before. Loud blasts were starting to be heard.
"quick! We need to change."
With that, they all went their separate ways to change into their uniforms. Getting ready for the fight, or whatever was out there.
They came out as they started to run towards the upper part of the helicarrier. The cosmic hero was able to speed ahead from the rest of the team. The doors opened automatically as he came out flying, as he hovered on top of the helicarrier scanning for the enemy. He was soon joined by the rest of his team mates.
They all had a fighting stand, ready to go. As they saw the operating protective system machines shoot loud blasts into the air. Protecting the helicarrier.
"Nova what do you see?" The white suited female asked. The cosmic hero seemed to go higher into the air, until he could almost get a birds view of the scene. His eyes finally where able to see a shadow figure moving up then to the left, right, down. It was dodging the blasts from the machines.
He flew down back to his team. "I can't see clear because of the smoke." He said. It wasn't long until the machines turned off. Allowing the clear air to slowly reveal the figure. A few seconds later, the smoke went slowly away with the wind. Revealing spiderman standing in a fighting stand, slowly losing his stand. Seeing that the danger was over.
He stared at the four heroes starring straight at him with a fighting stand. He was confused. So where they. It was quiet until one of the spoke.
"What the hell is this?" The cosmic hero said up in the air. Eying at the red and blue hero from below. "Is this some kind of ambush?" He said dryly yet anger was all you could heard though his voice.
"No." A deep voice said from behind. Making all the heroes face turn back. As the man in black came out form the door. Hand behind his back, as he stared at the red and blue hero. He had a small almost unnoticeable smile on his face, as he said:
"It's your new team member."
TO BE CONTINUED.