Issue #1: Introducing the Spider-Family!
In an ordinary world, the young woman awoken by the sound of a passing train would go about her early morning like other women her age. She'd untangle her short brown hair, put on her piercings, wipe the crust off her monochromatic eyes, and have their school supplies all organized. In another world, it is left with that. However, she didn't live in that ordinary world.
No, sir, she lived in a world of marvels, and no girl her age and background can't leave her early morning schedule with just that. First, she recites Modeh Ani in Hebrew before wearing her workout gear. Opening the drawer beside her bed, she pulls out a refined version of a trusty old design: the ever-reliable web shooter! Beneath her pillow, she whips a familiar red mask, symbolizing great responsibility and expectations. She takes a breath, dons the mask, and swings out of her room as quietly as any spider would.
Swinging across the magnificent city, she could practically touch the purple and orange skies of early morning New York City. It was always her favorite part of the trip. Seeing it contrast against the Queens skyline, the evening lights still on, it created one of the most outstanding views she could've asked for. However, such sights were cut short when a tingling sensation spread from the back of her head. Quickly, she spots two figures donned in black and threatens two bank employees with advanced-looking weapons. The crooks were using them to break in without setting off the alarms, and they would've gotten away with it if a neighborhood hero wasn't keeping watch.
"Let me guess, making a surprise deposit?" a voice echoes across the alley. The crooks aim their rifles, but two webs spring seemingly out of nowhere before they can pull the trigger. Now disarmed, another pair of webs grab the crooks and throw them into the air. Within seconds, they're suspended by layers of webbing around their bodies. Hearing authorities on their way, the girl checks out the two rifles that look straight out of a sci-fi movie. "How are these becoming more frequent? More importantly, why does every bad guy have terrible design taste? I can make tech that looks cooler than this. You think people committed to a life of crime also want to look cool, or else what's the point?"
Tearing the weapons apart like tinfoil, she hurries over to her destination, the old sunny side yard railroad yard. One of the most extensive yards in the city, this meant plenty of space away from any watchful eyes for this marvelous girl to begin her routine.
She pulls out her phone, puts on bubbly tunes, and starts with a simple challenge: run two miles ahead and back while pulling ten tons. She shoots her webs at an appropriately heavy train car, gets a good grip on the web, and pulls! She clenches her teeth, her muscles straining until she achieves the impossible by moving the car! She smirks confidently, slinging the web over her shoulder, and begins running as fast as possible, tugging ten tons behind her. Not even for a moment did she slow down. If anything, she began to move faster.
After such a strenuous exercise, some breathing exercises or sit-ups sufficed, but not for this girl. After stretching, she lies on her back, raises her legs, and swings over a large cinderblock. Catching it and now firmly pressed onto her shoes, she trains her lower muscles and repeatedly lifts the five-ton block. For this girl, she felt compelled to go further. Her marvelous powers made it feel like she had to.
After all, she can bend tungsten metal like it's taffy. She can run circles around speeding bullets. She can punch practically as hard as the Rhino. You heard that right, not a rhino, THE Rhino. She can destroy all Olympic world records in gymnastics and acrobatics without breaking a sweat. She can solve some of the most complex mathematical equations with enough time to finish extra credit.
After another successful training session, she lies on the ground to catch her breath. The teen spots the sun rising fast and swings her way back home. As she does so, an observer may ask themselves how? How could a teen do all these spectacular things?! The answer was quite simple.
She and her sisters were the daughters of Spider-Man.
Born with these fantastic abilities, her duty was to be the leader her sisters needed.
Her name was May "Mayday" Parker, a High School Junior and leader of the famous crime-fighting trio: The Marvelous Spider-Girls!
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[Later...]
Mayday enters as quietly as she leaves their two-story home, a humble abode between the East River shores and Flushing Bay in the College Point neighborhood. Her room has a great waterfront view along with Ryker's Island, Hunts Point, and Harding Park. One refreshing shower later, Mayday walks out already dressed and ready for the day, wearing her best beige, orange, and black strip shirt, pair of dark blue jeans, and dark green jacket.
She enters the second-floor hall, approaches the room further from hers, takes a sharp breath, and knocks on the door. "April, time to get up. Let's go."
Silence, a rare response from April. Mayday knew it was risky, but she also needed to be assertive. This was a big day. "April," she whispers, peeking her heat out slightly when her Spidey-senses tingled. The source of danger is her twin sister! Mayday narrowly dodges a black and blue gooey tendril aimed at her head; its whip-like end creates a small crack in the wall behind her.
"Hey! Remember the house's rules, or I'm telling Mom," Mayday talks sternly.
April groans, reeling the otherworldly tendril back into her body. She untangles her messy short black hair as she sits up, her room a total mess compared to how orderly May's room is. "Rule number one…no webs, tendrils, or claws in the house," April groggily recites.
Mayday takes out April's backpack, ensuring her supplies are in there and that there isn't anything potentially illegal. 'Speaking of illegal,' Mayday thought.
"Uh, hey, you swing back home after your night shifts, right?"
"Yeah, why? That suddenly not allowed?"
"That's not it, April. Listen, did you run into anybody carrying ugly-looking weapons?"
April blinks in curiosity, "Yeah, it happened last week. A creep trying to break into his ex's apartment building carried a laser pistol. Practically bigger than him."
"This morning, I ran into two burglars carrying large plasma rifles," Mayday shared, pondering the worrying implications of this frequent occurrence. "With no supervillains, they must be getting desperate."
"My nose tells me Li's crime family is behind this," April suggests.
"I guess. It wouldn't be the first time they committed arms trafficking. What doesn't add up is that they have a peace treaty with Mr. Hood's gang. A beneficial one at that, so why break it?"
"Uhh, because they're bad guys, duh."
"Yes, but they're smart bad guys. Plus, Mr. Murdock would've notified us of any suspicious activity."
April shrugs and falls back to bed, "then it's a big old mystery, and it's too early in the morning to deal with mysteries."
"Fine, we shouldn't jump to the conclusion anyway. Now get dressed and dress well. We're Juniors now, so we should set an example for Annie."
"She's a sophomore, Mayday. I think she can handle herself."
"Sure, but it's still the responsible thing to do, April."
"Urgh, fine, just get out of here before you start another one of your longwinded 'responsibility' speeches."
Annoyed, Mayday rolls her eyes and closes the door to head to Annie's room. "Maybe I give 'longwinded' speeches because you barely care about responsibility," Mayday mumbles to herself. She tries not to do that; her parents say it's a bad habit, but she can't help it sometimes. April was half-symbiote, not its host like others in the past, but was entirely bonded with it since birth. It was a power no one had seen before. This doesn't change their love for her, but that also means Mayday feels compelled to keep an eye on her, to guide her on the right way to use such power.
According to April, she's been doing a half-ass job. That may be true, but upon remembering the times April showed true bravery, then at least a half-ass job was better than failing her.
May knocks on Annie's door, her room sitting across from hers. "Annie, time to get up."
"Five more minutes…" Annie bemoaned.
"Am I the only one here who doesn't sleep in?" Mayday whispers to herself.
"I heard that. You remember our hearing's advance too, right?"
Mayday opens the door, "Well, maybe I wanted you to hear me." Again, she made sure Annie's supplies were sorted out. She turns toward the water tank beside the window, waving at Annie's pet turtle, Speedy. She tosses his breakfast, slices of carrots, into his tank before spotting Annie's web-shooter on her worktable. "You forgot to load up your shooter again. What if something dangerous happens at school?"
"Oh yeah, because schools are vulnerable in a city full of heroes and no supervillains," Annie yawned, rubbing her green eyes before quickly combing her light red hair.
"It doesn't matter if it's a giant robot or a criminal with a gun. We stand ready for any danger."
Annie sighs and nods, "I know. Sorry, I just had a weird dream last night."
A look of concern appears on Mayday's face as she sits beside Annie, "a dream? Are you sure it wasn't a spider-vision?"
Annie rubs her forehead, "Y-yeah. My visions are pretty clear in what they're showing me. This one was super blurry, just three shadowy figures and a tall building."
Mayday rubs her chin, pondering this before patting Annie on the back. "It's probably just a dream then. Don't let it distract from the fact it's your first day as a sophomore. And hey, if something does happen, we'll always be there."
Annie smiles back. Mayday can be very serious; she can't help but appreciate her older sister's sincerity and kindness sometimes.
Mayday smiles back, "I also read yesterday Midtown High is presenting a whole new science wing building, donated with advance tech from Tony Stark and the Fantastic Four."
"Really?!" Annie exclaims, renewed with energy while her green eyes practically sparkle. That was the thing Mayday knew about her little sister. Trying to convince her is almost pointless if something doesn't interest her, but you have her attention; hoo-boy, you HAVE her attention. Annie grabs her sisters' hand, pulling her to the hall, "why didn't you say so? I'll be ready in a sec," she said before closing the door behind Mayday.
Mayday quickly grabs her backpack before reaching the stairs. Then, her nose picks up a whiff of Mom's delicious breakfast. 'Oh no,' she thought. She smelled a whole plate of chocolate pancakes, the ultimate delicious meal served only on special occasions. Ideally, they'd all share it, but this was one thing the three refused to be equaled on. Mayday tried to be quiet, slowly stepping down the first step and getting to those pancakes first when, suddenly, her Spider-Sense tingles!
This wasn't from immediate danger, however, but from familial presence. Mayday turns to see her siblings; they've also caught a whiff of the pancakes. They've practically leaped out of their rooms, now wall-crawling down the hall. This was a psychic link that the sister's spider senses shared since birth. Up until a certain distance, the three of them could sense where each sister vaguely was. It wasn't perfect, not only for still requiring concentration, but they could lose track of one sibling if they were unconscious or purposely closed off their senses. Most of the time, however, it's proven to be a handy way for the three to communicate and keep tabs on one another out on the field.
"First place gets all the golden eggs!" April shouts, shoving past Mayday as she leaps down the stairs. Mayday quickly recovers by leaping over the rail while Annie keeps up by sliding down the rail. The sisters soon cluster together, tied for first place as they cross the living room. They caught sight of the table, and sitting in the middle were those glorious pancakes. Before the sisters could perform a final rush to the finish line, they realized their cat, Mr. Fluffy, was walking across the doorway. Mayday stops, not taking any risk of hurting the baby cat. April takes that risk which causes their cat to hiss, throwing his claws and scraping her ankles. Annie took the smartest route and leaped over the cat, landing safely in her seat on the table.
Annie sticks out her tongue with a wide smirk, already putting most of the pancakes on her plate. April growls back at Mr. Fluffy, and Mayday feeds the cat his breakfast.
The sisters sit down as their mother's deep red hair shines against the morning sun's rays. Mary Jane Parker turns around with plates in her hands when she sees her daughter ready for school. "Stop the presses because Midtown's brightest stars have arrived," Mary Jane said proudly. She kisses each of her daughters on the foreheads, handing them their favorite breakfasts from the stove. "I hope you all slept well and have sorted out which clubs you'll join. April, I saw you speak to your bandmates last night; going to practice at school, I guess?"
April was briefly distracted from the two dozen beef sausages on her plates. "Oh, uhh, yeah, kinda. We have plans to see what the music club is about, but I think it sounds waaaay lamer than our sounds."
"If my singing career taught me anything, April, it is that music is not as segregated as you think," Mary Jane advises, and April listens attentively. "There's plenty of sounds you play that those in school are also interested in. I bet you twenty bucks the music club will be a way to meet those people."
"I guess. Thanks, Mom," April responds sincerely. That's another thing Mayday learned long ago. Regarding their mom, April was one of the sweetest to her. She might never admit it herself; someone must keep up the tough girl persona, but April was always the first to support and listen to Mom's words. Applying those lessons to her regular and hero life was a different story, but at least she was trying.
Mary Jane shifts her gaze to Annie, eating her cereal and fruits. "So, I'm sure Mayday told you about the science division, Annie."
Her daughter nodded, "Hm-hmm," she said, quickly swallowing her food. "I can't wait to see how the lessons will incorporate the new tech."
"I don't get the excitement," April chimes in, "we handled more advanced stuff while training under the X-Men and Avengers. Why all the hoopla?"
"Because those dealt only with superhero situations, and they only let me handle so much equipment, "Annie explains. "But at school, I get to show everyone how cool my skills are. Like turning nuts and bolts into a mini-fusion reactor or something."
Mary Jane lows her coffee, her eyebrow raised. 'Uh-oh,' both Mayday and April think.
"Oh, so it's only for attention, then?"
Annie blinks in surprise, "N-no, Mom, I'm just saying…"
"Anna-May Parker."
'Crap, she just used the full name.' All three sisters thought.
"You know I fully support your passions, and I'm very proud of your eagerness, but always remember that your intellect is a gift, not a privilege," their mother said insistently. "I'm sure your competitive nature also has something to do with this."
"What's wrong with trying to win?" Annie asked.
"What mom is saying," Mayday injected, "is not to let pride taint you strive to do better, Annie. Like when you've won a community science competition and made the second-place kid cry."
Annie felt like she was being targeted, and while she couldn't vent this frustration at her mother, she could go to her sisters. "Not my fault he couldn't meet those expectations," she mutters.
"Uh-huh," Mayday said, crossing her arms, "then I guess you showing off had nothing to do with it."
"But-!"
"No buts," an older voice said assertively. The whole family turns to the man walking out of the shadows and into the morning light. He'd comb his short brown hair to be passable, throw on a button-up white shirt with a yellow and black striped tie and put on a pair of brown business pants. He practically dressed as his uncle: a humble man filled with worldly experience wrapped in the clothes of the working class. Peter Parker, famed superhero and head of Parker Industries, gives a warm 'good morning' smile to his incredible family.
"Morning, Daddy," Mayday smiled with a proud look.
"Yo…" April said casually, now looking at her phone.
"Morning," Annie said quickly, "look, Dad, you should know how I feel about this. You LOVE this stuff."
"I do, so believe me when I say this, Annie, Parker's passion for science can make them do rash things, and that's not always healthy," Peter said, using his hand to lean on his chair beside Mary Jane.
"But Dad, if you weren't passionate, you wouldn't have gone to that science exhibit and seen that spider."
"Perhaps," Peter shrugs, "but I didn't go into that building because I loved the endeavor. I went in there because I wanted to show off." The sisters all turned their attention to their father. They had all known the amazing tale for the past ten years, but this was an entirely new detail. Peter continued, his hand donning his wedding ring grasped by Mary Jane's. "I wanted to impress some girls while showing how cool I was to the boys. Dumb, I know. They were big jerks, but I wasn't a perfect angle either. I couldn't help but be vain and envious of their attention, any attention. I wanted to show them how great I am too. I almost kept that attitude when I became Spider-Man until many…many hard lessons humbled me."
Mayday sees Annie's shoulder slump, their father's lesson setting in for the youngest sister. She glances at April, her gaze elsewhere for a moment to ponder those words.
"You understand what your father's saying, Annie?" Mary Jane asks softly.
"I do…thanks," Annie answered.
Peter smiled, "Of course, Anna. Now, excuse me," he continued before crashing down onto his chair with an exhausted sigh. The past several days were nothing but constant worry and stress from work, all of which was beginning to catch up with the old web-slinger. "Oy," Peter sighs, Mary Jane already handing him his favorite kind of coffee and bagel.
"Long week?" Mayday asks.
"Like you wouldn't believe." He proceeds to take a big swing of his coffee. "I thought I finally made it after establishing Parker Industries. No more threats of eviction, no more deducted paychecks, no more desperate part-time jobs. What a fool I was to believe that was all behind me."
"Yep," April casually said. "Now it's stuck worrying about the Parker building being evicted and paying your staff enough money despite the dwindling influx of grants and donations. Even Mayday and I felt compelled to get part-time jobs."
"Right on the money," Peter said with a snap of his finger.
"Honestly, it's sweet that you three are pitching in, but my career can keep this house afloat just fine. I got the main role for another big film just last week."
"It's not a hindrance, Mom. I've gotten the hang of this photography thing," Mayday said.
"And I found that the empty storage behind the music shop is the perfect place to practice as loud as I want."
"Glad you have the space to express your creativity, April," Mary Jane said.
"Speaking of loud, I hope today's demonstration draws a quiet crowd this time. Work this week has been nothing but noise," Peter said.
"About that, Daddy, I-"Mayday said before their mom's phone went off.
MJ claps her hands to get the trio's attention, "Okay, girls, finish up. Time to go."
Mayday and Annie take their last bites before putting on their backpacks. April stretched her mouth wide open, fanged her teeth out, and devoured her remaining sausages in one bite. One of several advantages to being a half-symbiote. Mary Jane taps her and Peter's cheeks.
"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," Annie and April said before each kissed their parents on their cheeks.
After they run out, Mayday briefly hangs back and tells her parents, "Annie may have had a vision last night." Her parents sit up. Their gazes turned serious at the possibility of danger to the family.
"How sure are you, Mayday?" MJ asks.
"Pretty sure. Annie said it was blurry, but she saw a tall building and three shadowy figures. My senses may not tingle, but I can't shake the feeling that this means bad news."
Peter pinches his forehead, staring at his coffee as he thinks. "Okay, we'll handle this, sweetie."
Mayday grips her backpack, asking, "You sure? We have time after school to do a patrol."
"Not today. Just head straight home, where you three will be safe. We'll keep you in touch on what's happening on our end."
A sting of disappointment hits her heart, but she shoves such feelings aside, especially when she hears April shouting outside. "Yo! Mayday! Better get out here before we leave you behind!"
"Bye, mom. Bye, Daddy," Mayday says, giving a quick peck to their cheeks before running after her sisters.
Peter finishes his coffee, walking over to the cabinets in the corner of the living room. Peter pulls a secret lever on the top shelf, revealing a hidden compartment. He takes out a communicator and opens up a secured channel. "Miles, you there?" Peter asks as MJ walks up to him.
"Hold on…" the heroic young man's voice buzzed through, "Okay, I'm free. What's up, Pete?"
"We have a potential attack at Parker's HQ. My daughter had a vision, it was blurry, but she saw a tall building and three figures."
"That's all? Shouldn't her visions be clear for her?"
"Not this time, old friend. I have a hunch my industry's big demonstration is a potential target."
"Can't you cancel it or move it to another day?"
"I haven't told you, but Parker Industries ain't doing so hot. It's a long story, but the short version is if I change this demonstration, then we lose big grants and even bigger clients. I can't let this affect my staff or plans for a state-wide clean energy generator."
"I hear ya. Alright, Pete, I'll ask Cindy if she can take my afternoon patrol route. She'll understand once I tell her the situation. Oh, and Ultimate Spider-Man better get a slice of the after-show cake. There will be cake, right?"
"For you, I'll bring three. Thanks, Miles. I'll have the building's security systems on high alert. It'd take a real genius to get past all that."
"Let's hope these guys are dumb as rocks. Alright, Pete, catch ya later."
"Catch you later. Thanks again," Peter said, shutting off the communicator with a present worry across his face.
MJ reassuringly grasps his hands. "With Miles there, we have nothing to worry about, Tiger. If push comes to shove, a surprise helping hand from the Amazing Spider-Man will surely resolve any trouble."
Peter nods, "I know I should feel relaxed, but I know what Mayday means. Even without my Spidey-sense tingling, I can't shake this feeling of something…terrible returning."
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[Meanwhile...]
"She's hiding something."
April's sudden comment makes Annie looks away from her phone. The sisters were walking down the busy main street of downtown Flushing.
"What makes you say that?" Annie asks.
"Whenever Mayday walks way ahead and hasn't said a word, she's brainstorming some superhero stuff." She pulls Annie closer and points at their sister, "Look, now she's about to either sigh or snap her fingers." In a brief moment, Mayday pauses and snaps her fingers, just as April said. All without requiring any Spider-Vision.
"Huh..."
"Yeah. Now, if she figured something out, she'll clap her hand together. If she didn't, then she'll continue walking."
There's a pause, both sisters closely watching until Mayday huffs and continues walking.
April chuckles, "Wow, this one's got her stump."
The sisters catch up with Mayday, with Annie asking, "What's wrong? Is it what I saw?"
"I...don't know, and that's the problem," Mayday answered as they approached a four-lane intersection.
"Mayday Parker. The girl who got to make everything her business," Arpil says sassily. "You're fretting over fake visions and a couple of peashooters. Is it because you genuinely care, or are you just so antsy for real action that you'll pursue any lead."
Mayday scoffs, "Why on earth would I be antsy? Do you think I want something bad to happen, April? I went over this with Mom and Dad. They're taking it seriously enough to have us benched later. It's why I'm thinking of-"
"What?!" April exclaims.
"You talked with mom and dad? So is my dream for real or not, Mayday?"
"We simply don't know, Annie," Mayday said, trying to reassure her, but Annie's look of doubt wasn't a great sign.
"Wow, great progress made so far, Sherlock. Because you couldn't let it go, now we're stuck at home all night," April bemoans.
"Hey, I don't like it either, but this might be the best way to keep you two safe from an unknown threat.
"Like Annie and I don't have awesome powers to defend ourselves. Be real with me, sister. Do you believe that, or is it because Dad's favorite doesn't have the backbone to talk back?"
"April, I won't have this discussion again. We're all equals, period," Mayday said, her voice raised. April scoffs, unfazed by her sister's words.
Annie sighed. An argument between those two was hardly new, but she wasn't in the mood to butt in. 'First day already off to a rousing start,' she thought. Annie was going to put on her headphones when her green eyes shimmer. A sharp gasp escapes her as she experiences a Spider-Vision!
It was like watching a movie scene play out. A loud crash and blaring of horns echos all around her. A sizeable armored truck suddenly rammed the cars driving through the middle of the intersection. Its hulking frame appeared out of a wide alleyway, surprising everyone. It rams and crushes six cars without slowing down. An old blind man crossed the street and didn't even notice. Over a dozen civilians are killed, with several cars thrown toward the surrounding structures, including the one behind them!
Annie snaps out of her Vision, her surroundings reverting to normal. The fate of innocents was now in her hands. Determined, she zips open her bag, spotting her light blue spider suit. 'Time to turn this into a deleted scene!'
She grabs her sisters' shoulders, warning them, "Armored truck, coming in from three-o-clock!"
Mayday and April drop the conversation instantly. Mayday spots no one walking down the sidewalk, leading the team to the roof via thier web shooters to suit up behind cover. Mayday swiftly removed her clothes, unveiling the red and blue pattern spider suit beneath. Her trademark spider symbol spans her whole chest. Finally, she dons her red mask and calibrates her high-tech orange lenses. April clenches her teeth, and symbiote tendrils swirl around her body. In a few seconds, she shapeshifted her form into her trusty spider suit, a dark blue variant of Mayday's costume. Annie is the last to finish suiting up into her blue and black suit. She quickly adjusts the red bag around her waist before wearing her red domino mask.
Right on queue, Mayday and April's spidey senses kick in. The sisters look over the intersection and spot the armored truck skidding out of the alley.
Mayday fully enters leader mode. "Wild-Spider, you know what to do. Spiderling, you go left while I go right."
"Got it!" both sisters shout before swinging into action with Spider-Girl!
Spider-Girl and Spiderling use their webs to zip over the intersection, coming in hot. Their speeds allow the sisters to get behind the speeding truck. They each web thier feet firmly to the cement before firing a barrage of webs that stick to the back of the truck.
"Hey, no speeding!" both quip before pulling as hard as they could. The sheer weight and horsepower of the truck's engines caused great strain on thier arms. Thier efforts were worthwhile, however, and the truck began to slow right as the drivers noticed the armored vehicle. Still coming in pretty fast, with a few cars still in the way, both sisters shout, "NOW!"
An old blind man is about to cross the street before being shoved aside to safety by Wild-Spider, who lands in front of the incoming truck.
She embeds her feet into the cement and expands her arms as the truck rams into her. The truck comes to a complete stop, its massive engine block crushed by Wild-Spider's immense durability. Civilians start to pour out of thier cars and the surrounding buildings, realizing the three young heroines just prevented a deadly crash.
Spider-Girl and Spiderling leap over to the truck, "You okay?"
April waves away some smoke and cracks her fingers with a chill demeanor. "Pssh, I took tougher hits than this."
Before everyone could celebrate, a masked figure stumbles out of the truck driver's seat. He tries to crawl away but is quickly webbed by Wild-Spider, "Oh no, you don't. You still have a speeding ticket to pay and questions to answer, pal!" She tears off his mask and discovers a shocking reveal.
This man wasn't a man, but a robot! Complete with a terminator-looking skull and wires popping out of his head.
"Woah. Twist of the year," Annie said, leaping down to inspect the robot closer.
"Well, now we know why our culprit was driving so crazy. He's got a few screws loose," Spider-Girl quipped.
"Urgh, barf," April gagged. She was never a fan of Mayday's puns.
"That's odd," Annie murmured, "I studied several companies' shady weapons and drones, but I've never seen this kind of craftsmanship before."
"You think a rogue villain made it? If so, we got a wily tinkerer to catch," Mayday said.
"But the Tinkerer has been in jail for years."
"No, Annie, I wasn't referring to THAT tinkerer. It was just an express-"
Mayday and the others stop when thier Spidey-senses tingle. They lept away just as a loud crackle of electricity came from the truck. Whatever internal electronic systems it held inside were now beginning to short-circuit!
The Spider-Girls get the civilians to safety, unsure of what's inside and how dangerous this truck's content is. Then, the vehicle's roof opens, and a large mechanism springs out to unleash a dozen humanoid attack drones.
Thier metallic frames were covered mainly by a strange metallic goo, forming a perfect symbiosis of both materials to create these drones. Each of the drone's heads was concealed in a glass dome. These domes then flashed red upon targeting the three heroines. A dozen drones flew up into that air and hovered over them; the head drone snapped thier fingers, activating several robot dogs that sprang from the truck's sides.
[SPIDER-GIRLS, DETECTED. INITIATING COMBAT PARAMETERS] the drones said in unison. They unleash thier weapons, a collection of arm blades, flame flowers, missiles, and laser cannons.
The Spider-Girls are shocked at this new threat before Annie whispers what's all in their minds. "We're gonna be late for school, aren't we?"
"Super-duper late," April and Mayday said in unison.
The drones sprang to the attack, but the neighborhood heroines quickly responded. "Spider-Girls, attack!" Mayday commands.
The dynamic trio sprang into action! Each of them thinks of ways to defeat these pesky robots and the best excuses their teachers would believe.
A/N: I hope you've enjoyed it! If you are curious, I based this premise on bits and pieces of Spider-Man stories from the comics to animated shows. Mayday Parker here is mainly based on her comic self but is aged up to 17 rather than 15-ish and has monochromatic eyes. April is fastly different due to changes in some backstory elements, going for a more heroic approach while still keeping her brash. Annie is taken straight from SM: Renew your Vows comic just now growing up with two older siblings.