Chapter 3: A Spider Man?
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A few days after Meek had defeated the symbiote, Miguel, Otto and Kara were called into the principal's office for the incident involving Sheldon and the cafeteria fight. Miguel stepped into the school and had gotten a few looks from his fellow classmates.
Ever since he had acquired Meek, he had suffered the effects of having an alien in his body, but after getting his cravings under control, Miguel was able to get his life back on track and with his newfound confidence he changed his look. He had combed his curly black hair back into a clean slick look and he wore a tight purple T-Shirt that showed off his newly acquired muscles.
He had acknowledged the looks he was getting, but he didn't let it phase him or go to his head as he approached the principal's office. Otto had stepped out right as Miguel had approached and he nodded his head towards the door.
"Just in time, you're up." Otto grumbled as he walked past Miguel. His friend noticed the bitterness in his voice.
"Nice talking to you too buddy." Miguel snapped back as he stomped into the office. He sat down in front of the principle's desk and waited to get chewed out, but when he looked at the woman before him, he noticed that this woman was not the principle, he didn't know who she was.
"Mr. Martinez, I assume?" The woman asked rhetorically. Her voice was like her looks, beautiful. Her chestnut brown hair was tied in a neat bun, her grey eyes stood out behind her thin, silver framed glasses. She wore a white blouse beneath her black blazer which matched her pencil skirt and stiletto shoes. The woman was more of a super model rather than a vice principle.
"Yeah, who are you?" Miguel asked.
"I am Mrs. Webb. I just started here a week ago and what a week it has been." She said with a humorous tone of voice. "I heard you and your friend, Kara Kane had an all-out brawl with another student and his friends, Sheldon Barron."
"Hey, those assholes have been harassing my friends for years and he had his daddy screw with our college applications. They deserved everything they got and then some!"
"Whoa, I am not judging you." Mrs. Webb said, raising her hands defensively. "I am concerned about you though. You have a clean record. A little blip here and there, but nothing as serious as skipping school and mass lunchroom brawls."
"He pushed my last button." Miguel grumbled.
"And what button would that be?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Am I suspended or expelled?" Miguel bitterly responded.
"Neither, but you will be on noticed." Mrs. Webb stated. "We will be keeping an eye on you and we will be expecting great things from you."
"Sure, is that all?"
"On your way." She said with an all to friendly smile.
Miguel got up and left as Mrs. Webb pulled out her phone.
"Miguel Martinez, need a file." Mrs. Webb texted.
After school, Miguel made his way to Otto's house. His mind was buzzing as to why his friend was being so cold with him. He knocked on the door, but got no answer, so he started to pound on it with his fist and after a minute Otto swung the door open with a violent pull.
"What?" He snapped.
"'What,' what do you mean, 'What?'." Miguel snapped. "You don't answer my calls and you were short with me when we spoke this morning. I want to know why?"
"Well, where do I start." He retorted sarcastically. "My life is shit, I have no future, my best friend is a crazy alien vigilante and you skipped Hank's funeral."
That caught him off guard. He had forgotten all about Hank's funeral while looking for Darko. Now he was in an even shittier mood.
"I'm sorry, how was it?" Miguel asked.
"Lousy," Otto snapped. "Your mom was upset, Kara didn't say anything and other than a few people at the shelter, hardly anyone showed up. Then there's that priest, they pretty much have this crap written down because he sounded bored out of his mind. Then there's you, nowhere to be found because you're too busy running around playing hero!"
"Hero, I am no hero!" Miguel snapped. "You think I wanted any of this, no I didn't. I haven't painted anything in a week and I haven't had any inspiration to do so since. So don't you dare say that I am playing hero and stop acting like you are the only one affected by this."
"Then why are you so obsessed with catching this Darko guy?" Otto asked.
"He's responsible for killing Hank and the Barron's have a hand in his bullshit and they are the reason we are in the position we are in. Then the cherry on top. You saw that green symbiote. It was crazy and Darko wants to create an army of those things."
"But you dropped their names and got the cops involved." Otto argued. "Isn't that what we wanted?"
"And what's been done, nothing!" Miguel snapped. "Barron is brushing off the claims, there's been no mention of Darko in the news, which means that he has higher ups in Hydra manipulating the media. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"So, you're just gonna go out and start a one-man war against a secret Nazi terrorist group?"
"It beats sitting around doing nothing!" Miguel shouted. Not wanting this to escalate he decided to call it a day and go home, but not before doing a little recon.
Meanwhile outside of Otto's house, Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a Mrs. Webb, were sitting in a black SUV watching Miguel storm out of the house. The two observed his movements as he started talking to himself while making hysterical hand gestures.
"Who is he talking too?" Phil asked.
"Someone who isn't there, or they are there and we just can't see him." Natasha stated. "I looked up his school records going back to preschool. Other than a few petty squabbles he has never done anything extravagant like massive brawls or skipping classes."
"He and that girl ended up putting ten kids in the hospital that day. The girl, Kara Kane has a father who is in law enforcement and a few family members who served in the military. She's won a few tournaments and is planning on joining the army in the fall."
"But Miguel is an artist, he's not in bad shape, but I don't exactly see him taking on a quarterback like Sheldon Barron, let alone half a football team." Natasha stated.
"Those alien creatures, one must be attached to him." Phil concluded. "The question is who is in control, the monster or the man?"
"I guess that is up to Stark to find out." Natasha stated as she looked up another record. "Speaking of Sheldon Barron, this guy has a record going back to middle school. He started out by skipping class and vandalizing property to beating up random students and drunk driving and reckless endangerment. He should have been in prison years ago. Instead, he was given nothing but warnings and court appearances."
"His father obviously had a hand in it, what's your point?" Phil asked.
"I took a look at his funds and he made a couple dozen payoffs to a dean at M.I.T and the top art schools in America. The same schools that Otto and Miguel were coincidently rejected from."
"So, you think his father robbed two bright kids of their futures just for his asshat kid?"
"We should keep an eye on Sheldon Barron. In the meantime, w—" Natasha was interrupted by a text message on her phone. She removed her phone from her coat pocket and read the message on the screen.
"Miguel, docks in Hell's Kitchen." Stark.
"We gotta go, Miguel made his way to the docks in Hell's Kitchen." She explained as she pulled out of her parking spot and drove to Miguel's current location.
"How did he get there so fast?" Phil asked.
"Maybe someone gave him a lift."
(Meanwhile at the Docks)
Meek overlooked a cargo container being loaded up by some random thugs in casual wear and wielding automatic weapons. He watched as a boat cruised up next to the docks and witnessed the men on board tie off the boat to the docks as the shore party boarded. After a minute the shore party started to disembark off the boat, dragging at least a dozen unwilling passengers off.
They were men, women and children and they were all speaking Spanish while the thugs were telling them to shut up and get in the truck. An eighteen-wheeler back up and the thugs opened the back doors of the container as Eugene Barron stepped out with a leather briefcase.
"Very good gentlemen." Barron said as he handed the big thug the briefcase. "One hundred thousand dollars as requested."
"That's all I need to see." Miguel said as he slipped on his mask and leaped off of the edge of the roof and onto the dock. Everyone saw the young assailant and raised their guns at him. He was wearing sunglasses over his eyes, but Barron knew he was looking directly at him.
"Who are you?" The crooked lawyer asked.
"You didn't see me on the news the other night?" Miguel asked. "My friend and I are the ones who took out that monster you let loose on the city. Which means you're also the one who killed that old man at the church."
Meek could sense the fear radiating off of his body. His heart was pounding, his face was breaking out in a cold sweat and his breathing was picking up. He was scared, which made Meek happy.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but those people signed an agreement that doesn't hold us liable for their injury or death."
"That's bullshit and you know it." Miguel snapped. "Those papers were never official and they were never signed. You kidnapped those people and then made some bullshit documents to absolve yourself of your crimes, but guess what, those documents are nothing to me."
Eugene watched in horror as the purple sludge engulfed the young man and the newly formed monster stood before him. Meek let out a roar as he charged at the group of thugs. They all screamed as they opened fired on the monster, but their bullets either bounced off or shot through the monster as he either devoured their heads or crushed them into the ground.
Eugene Barron watched in horror as he ran to his car. Meek spotted this and was ready to pursue, before he running over to the back of the semi and ripping open the cargo doors.
"Leave this area right now, flag down a cop and they will help you, go now!" He shouted, before chasing after Barron. The victims scattered out of the docks as Barron fumbled with his car keys, but before he could open the door a purple tendril shot out and struck Barron in the back, before violently pulling him off of his feet and across the parking lot and into Meek's massive clawed hand. Barron was screaming hysterically as he was face to razor sharp teeth with Meek.
"Oh God!" Barron screamed.
"He cannot help you." Meek hissed. "You are going to tell us where Darko is and where my brethren are."
"T-There's a lab near Hell's Kitchen-Ahh!" Barron was thrown in the air and fell almost fell on the ground headfirst, but Meek grabbed him by his ankle right before he hit the ground.
"The lab I was held captive in was abandoned when we investigated. Try again, or by tomorrow morning I'll be shitting out your head!" Meek dangled the cowardly lawyer over his maw. It was a threat and Miguel knew that but Barron didn't and neither did their assailant in the shadows.
While Meek tormented Barron, someone zipped in from the corner of Meek's white eye. Before he could do anything, the assailant leaped in and dropkicked Meek in the side of his head, sending him crashing into a wall.
Barron fell to the ground, but quickly stumbled to his feet as he made his way back to his car, but once again he was stopped as his feet were tied at the ankles. He looked down at his feet only to see that they weren't tied, but webbed.
Meek shook off the dizziness from that attack as he looked up to see a man, or better yet a creature.
It stood almost six feet tall, dressed in black army pants and boots with a matching black vest and facemask and goggles, but its most distinctive feature was its arms, all six of them. He slowly stepped into the light, pulling out his duel shiny desert eagles, aiming both of them at Meek.
"I know you are in there, kid." The man said. "I want you to tell your friend to go back inside of your body or things are gonna get violent fast."
"He knows about us." Meek whispered to his friend. "What should we do?"
"Play it by ear." His human companion explained. Meek was hesitant, but agreed to the strangers demands and retracted back inside of his human host.
Miguel still had his mask on and that wasn't going to change until he found out who this man was. The weird assailant stepped towards the young boy, guns still on him.
"Take off the mask." He ordered.
"You first." Miguel snapped back.
"Kid, you're talking to a professional here, do you even know what you are in possession of?" The man asked.
"He's my friend, he was tortured by the man Barron is working for in an effort to create a breed of super alien Hydra soldiers." Miguel snapped at the six-armed man.
"So, Hydra is involved." The man pondered. "Okay kid, this is our problem to deal with. Surrender your alien friend and you might just get off with a warning."
"A warning, first of all we have been taking care of this bullshit since Meek and I met and second I don't know who you think you are, but there is no way I am going to just surrender Meek just so he can end up as a science experiment."
"I wasn't asking junior. You are in way over your head." The man warned.
"And you are out of your depth, MEEK!"
Meek instantaneously appeared once more and pounced at the man, who opened fired on the alien creature. The bullets ripped through Meek's flesh and he noticed that these rounds were stronger than what they were use too.
Meek raised his left hand, creating a barrier between him and the bullets, the assailant's guns ran out, but using his middle arms he pulled out two clips from his belt and inserted them into his empty guns, continuing firing upon his enemy.
Meek managed to get close enough and manipulated his right arm into a blade and managed to take a swipe at his foe. The spider man anticipated this and leaped up into the air, dodging the attack with ease.
Meek retracted his barrier and shot out a tendril at the spider man, striking him midair in the chest and pinning him to the wall. Meek leaped forward, wrapping his clawed hand around the man's mask, ripping it off in a swift movement.
Miguel got a look at the man's face, clean shaven face, mid-thirties and blonde hair cut in a neat buzz cut. That's when it hit him, he knew who this man was.
"Dexter Stark?" Miguel exclaimed from within Meek.
"I prefer, Dex." Dex said as he lifted his feet and pressed them against Meek's chest, sending the alien flying across the docks. Dex dropped to the ground, landing on his feet as he retrieved his mask. "Kid, I know you think you've got that thing under control, but let me break it down for you, you don't. That thing is filling your head with lies and manipulating you with its power. As soon as it takes out Darko, it will use you to take over the world."
"Meek, let me talk to him." The alien's face evaporated, revealing Miguel's masked face. "You may have your resources, but out of you, me, Hydra and your government friends I am the only one to bond and reason with Meek. I know what he wants and I know what he values. You say that I am being manipulated, then what are you doing, because as far as I'm concerned you are no different than Darko."
"I'm trying to stop Darko from creating an army of those things!" Dexter snapped.
"Oh yes and then what, you let Meek go home?" Miguel snapped. "You're gonna have him on a slab and poke and prod him until he's nothing but mush. Thanks, but no thanks. I am not giving up Meek just so you can pretend to be a hero!"
"Miguel." Meek muttered affectionally.
"Then I guess I'll have to rip him out of you!"
Dexter pulled out a small round device and clicked on it before tossing it at Meek's feet. The small orb glowed white for a few seconds before opening and emitting a loud screeching noise.
Meek screamed in pain as his purple gooey body started to separate from Miguel's body and to make matters worse, Dexter had shot two lines of webs from his upper arms and stuck them to Miguel's shoulder.
The young artist could feel himself begin to separate from his alien friend, but before he could be pulled away, he noticed one of the grunts discarded handguns laying on the ground next to him.
Using all of his strength he reached down and grabbed it with his right hand and started blind firing at Dexter. His attacker quickly detached his webs and leaped out of the way as Miguel raised his foot and smashed the device.
Dexter landed on an upper wall and was ready to engage again, but Meek had regained his form and began throwing large objects at Dexter. Dexter managed to dodge the oncoming crates and pallets, but Meek had predicted this and leaped into the air and slammed his fist directly into Dexter's stomach.
The wind was knocked out of him as he fell to the ground hard while gasping for air. Meek was ready to question him, but before he could approach him, the sounds of cop sirens began to approach.
"See you later, Chump!" Meek said as he leaped over to Eugene Barron, who was still webbed to the ground and lifted him up by his belt and leaped into the darkness of the night right as the cops showed up. They were soon followed by Phil and Nat.
(Meanwhile)
"Where are we?" Barron frantically asked. He couldn't see due to the blindfold over his eyes. Miguel decided he was done messing around.
"Here, allow me to show you." Miguel ripped off the blindfold and Barron screamed in horror as he was held by his ankle from Meek's tendril over the city of New York from the Empire State Building. "Yeah, I think it's pretty self-explanatory. You tell me everything I want to know and I won't turn you into a stain on the sidewalk one hundred stories down."
"I'm a lawyer!" He screamed. "You should know that anything I tell you will be under duress. It will be thrown out the window and I won't even be tried!"
"I don't want a confession. I don't even want you to confess to me. I want you to swear to me that you will confess everything to the proper authorities. I want you to confess everything you witnessed, I want you to confess your role and I want you to confess the location of Darko."
"I don't know where Darko is!" Barron shouted. "I swear, after that fiasco with your Symbiote's escape and that battle between you and that other Symbiote, Darko doesn't keep in personal contact with anyone anymore!"
"Dammit!" Miguel snapped. "Well, we'll have to figure out another way to find Darko. Let's just get this A-hole to a police station."
"What about that man who attacked us?"
"Yeah, I'll see if I can shack up with a friend util I can figure out my next move."
(Miguel's apartment)
Sofia was getting ready for bed when she was interrupted by a knock at her door. Miguel texted her and said that he was going to spend the night at Otto's, so who could be knocking this late at night.
She slowly approached the door and peaked through the peephole. She heart stopped when she spotted the familiar face with an all too familiar eyepatch.
"Mrs. Martinez, could you open the door please, we need to talk."
