Yep, brand new story! Spider-man is my favorite super hero, and I adore the tmnt franchise. Myh personal favorite is the 2003 version, but me and Hazzard agreed the 2012 version would be more inline with the spectacular iteration of Spider-man. Anyways, I own nothing, and please read and review.


The man once known as Hamato Yoshi stared down at his sons, all of who bowed in preparation for today's test. They were more focused than ever before, special notice to Michelangelo. It made sense … today was the day he promised, after all, and they wanted to show their preparation for it. "Hajime!"

One might find his methods a little too restrictive. He's kept his four adopted sons isolated from the rest of the world for fifteen years, with very little knowledge of the world above and little sunlight, however, circumstances made his secretive lifestyle all the more warranted.

Even if he wasn't afraid of the enemies that sought to destroy him, even if he feared the inevitable day that those like the Foot and the Shredder were waiting for the moment for him to step out of the shadows, the fact was he new all to well the surface would not look kindly on his sons for the mere fact they existed.

He watched as all four of his sons, Leonardo, Donotello, Rapheal, and Michelangelo sat before him with their heads bowed respectively, as he trained them to do. His four sons, his four giant, mutated, turtle sons that he had trained in the sacred art of ninjutsu. In his life as a man, that would've sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

Now he watched as the impossibility of his own life fought each other, ducking and weaving under blows as they tried to find an opening in their opponents. Try as he might, they were growing under his teachings. While to protect them, foremost, he feared that if he put it off any longer, they may try to use said teachings to sneak out without his notice.

They were at least capable of holding their own, if Michelangelo not immediately falling to the ground from a blow against his brothers was an indication. As absent minded as his youngest son could be, his quick on the fly fighting style did serve him well when it counted. It was a shame then that he rarely utilized that natural talent.

Then there was Donnatello. A wise and curious soul, tinkering and studying all things. However, he focused more on the mental side of a Shinobi instead of the physical one, spending too much time within his own head. Which is why it was of little surprise when the boy slid over, groaning in pain. "Tell me I lasted long." He pleaded.

"Five minutes bro, so a minute longer than last time!" Michaelangelo answered to his fallen brother, and that split second of distraction was all that was needed for Rapheal to strike him from behind. If he could think more and Donatello could think less, their potential could skyrocket tenfold.

"Right back down to me and you Leo." Grinned Rapheal, twirling his sai cockily as he began to circle his brother. Much fire burned within the boy, an ever present determination and battle instinct drove him to the top. But that fire was too bright, it created both rage and arrogance, only tempered by himself and his brothers. Splinter saw much of a younger version of himself in the boy, so much brashness that could lead to a disastrous fall.

"You sure you're ready to get your butt whooped again, Raph? I'm more than ready to serve out a slice of humble pie once I'm done beating you down." Leonardo, equally as cocky as Rapheal, smiled as he held only one of his two Katana.

"If we ever talk to someone who is not family, and they somehow like us, it won't be because of your sense of banter." Sadly, Rapheal had a point. While Leonardo by far had the most skill in ninjutsu, as well as being the most disciplined, much of his motivation to be better came from his idolization of his favorite tv show, Space Heroes.

Not only did it serve as a notable distraction for his prized pupil, it gave him too much of an idealized vision of how one should carry themselves. The belief that one should help all others, fight off all injustice, and carry a burden until victory shined down. It would create a burden that would snap any man if they didn't temper themselves.

In fact, of all the turtles heading to the surface, Leonardo was the one who worried him the most. Even with Michlangelo's absentmindedness, Donatello's indecisiveness, and Raphael's impulsiveness, Leonardo would most likely be the one to fight injustice and make themselves known to the world, and he knew all too well that teenagers and subtly hardly mixed.

"I only talk what I can back up, and me kicking your shell is like breathing for me by this point." Leonardo advanced forward with a strike as Rapheal countered.

"I don't know, the win-loss record says otherwise!" Raphael shouted, using his leverage to move Leonardo's blades out of the way, using his leg to deliver a kick to the side.

"You mean the one that clearly had me ahead with twenty-three to nineteen? The one where I triumphantly stand on top of your backside?" Leonardo counted as he slid to avoid the kick, flipping to his feet as he took out his other katana.

"No, I'm talking about the number of times you sound like a total dork and fall on your face!" Rapheal used his Sai's to trap Leonardo's arms, flipping him over across the room and into the tree he had grown within their sewer home. "Because as of now, that's fifty to zero. All hail thy lameness."

"Yamei!" They stopped instantly. "You all have grown stronger than your past selves." Spinter stated.

"Does that mean we're finally ready for the surface!?" Michelangelo asked with puppy eyes. "Imagine all the strange new things we'll find out there!"

"Mikey, it's New York, not Narnia." Donatello started with a bit of a groan. "But he does have a point. You said when we reached fifteen after all."

"Yes, that is what I've said, and you are of age." He repeated while stroking his beard.

"So we are ready?" Leonardo pleaded.

"Yes." He let them finish the cheering. "And no."

"Wait, so we are ready and you won't let us, or we're not ready but you will let us?" Rapheal asked, flummoxed.

"Yes." He simply stated. "And no."

"I'll take that yes and ignore that no." Michelangelo smiled as he began walking away, only to be grabbed by his brothers. "Damn it, I thought I could've gotten away with that."

"Come on, Master Splinter, we can't spend our entire lives in the Sewers." Donotello begged. "For Pete's sake, for half our lives we thought worms and algae were the only foods that existed." A shame, but it was a great source of protein with their limited resources.

"You are not ready, but not because there are things for me to teach." He said. "The problem is a lack of experience in dealing with the situations at hand."

"... So the only way to get experience is to go up there, but without the experience we aren't ready to go up there?" Leonardo guessed correctly.

"Yes." Splinter nodded.

"But if we need to be ready and have that experience, then that means we should go to the surface tonight so we can have it." Rapheal continued.

He gave a reluctant sigh. "Yes."

"So that means that we can go to the surface." Donatello gave a bright smile.

He paused for a long while. Try as he may, Splinter knew this was inevitable, and it would only get harder the more he tried to fight it…plus Michelangelo would no doubt just keep saying 'please' over and over if did, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with a headache tonight. "…You may."

"Booyakasha!" Michelangelo shouted as he raised his hand in the air. "High three all around!"

"Finally, I would've gone crazy if I didn't get out tonight." Rapheal snickered. "Come on bros, let's high tail it out of here!" They began running.

"Remember!" He shouted as they made it to the door. "The life of a Ninja is one of secrecy. You must not be seen, no matter what happens. Is this understood?"

"Hai sensei." His sons responded in unison.

"Look both ways before crossing the streets. New York is prone to traffic accidents almost daily." He added.

"Hai sensei."

"Go to the bathroom before you leave."

"Sensei!" They shouted, embarrassed and exasperated.

"I'm only warning you for your own good, the restrooms on the surface are filthy." It was a downside to moving to such a big city. "And there are rumors of a red man swinging from webs on the television. Be cautious and avoid open areas." There was no telling who could be an ally or an enemy.

"Come on, that just sounds ridiculous at this point." Donetello asked skeptically.

"As ridiculous as four teenage mutant ninja turtles being raised by a once man now rat sensei from japan?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Fair point, but for reals, we're the freakiest things this city has to offer." Rapheal snickered. "Like one punk in pajamas has anything on us."


May walked over to Peter's room, about to announce dinner was ready, before she heard a groan. "Come on, why can't I just find one single answer." He complained to himself. "Does a place like Antonio's really need to have solid timeslots?"

May heard the tone and could only sigh. It had been about half a year since that fateful day of Ben's passing, and life hadn't exactly been kind to her or her nephew since then. Bills were starting to pile up in places, she always glanced at empty seats in the house, and Peter … the boy became so distant since then.

Since the summer began, he had gone off on his own for practically the entire day and for most of the night. At first she assumed he was meeting up with his friends like Gwen or Harry, but more often than not, the former would call and ask where Peter was.

After that it was a worry that he was doing drugs, but she hadn't seen anything after snooping in his room when he was out at one point … other than it being notably sticky … she took a cold shower after that.

She tried the direct approach once or twice, only to get a super happy, super cheerful response that he was spending the whole day at the library. Given her nephew's brains, it was a believable excuse, which is what made it a perfect lie.

Her more recent assumption was that Peter had a girlfriend and wanted no one to find out out of embarrassment, but given what she was hearing, right now, that seemed less and less likely, which was a slight relief, seeing how she wanted to introduce Anna's niece to him at some point.

She cracked the door. "Peter, are you doing alright?" She asked, gazing at the boy staring intently at his computer, papers strung about.

"Oh, Aunt May, I didn't hear you." The boy fumbled a bit, before getting everything in order. "I was … trying to look for a job. You know, help around the house. The problem is I can't find anything flexible enough for … high school that doesn't already have someone snatching at it."

"Oh Peter, you shouldn't have to worry about paying bills so early. You're still a kid."

"Aunt May, I'm almost seventeen…"

"Not for another six months."

"I still should be doing more." Peter went on. "Uncle Ben's life insurance isn't going to cover the bills forever, I should be stepping up."

She sighed, walking up and giving him a hug. "Uncle Ben would have wanted the best for you. Just focus on school and your own life. Live it to the fullest alright?" She asked. "Let me worry about the stuff for our own family." She paused. "And make sure to give me grandkids one day."

"Aunt May!" Her nephew acted as embarrassed as she expected him to be. "Don't start saying things like that outloud. I'm not even dating anybody."

"You mean not yet you're not." Aunt May teased. "Come on, Dinner's ready downstairs. You're going to need energy if you're going to spend all your time at the 'library' again."

"The Li-Right! Yeah, reading all those books does tire a guy out. Need to keep up my stamina." He stumbled to keep his story straight.

"And you should really keep in touch with your friends, Peter. You don't have too much time for Summer left, make the most of your free time." She chided him. "Believe me, I've been there. You don't want to waste a precious minute of your youth."

"I try, but I'm not the only one busy." He rubbed his head. "Gwen's trying to get a grant and Harry is busy trying to get a part time job as well … Mr Osborn's not the kind of guy for handouts." She knew the man was rather difficult to deal with with how Peter described him, May just hoped it didn't rub off the wrong way on the poor boy.

"What about that Eugene fellow? You played with him all the time in grade school."

"Yeah….. I think Flash has too much meat in his head now to even remember we used to be friends." Peter rolled his eyes. "Seriously, it's gonna be alright. The moment we get into high school, it'll be this big old reunion between friends."

"Alright, if you're sure." She sighed. She often forgot how much of a wallflower her nephew could be. "But it wouldn't hurt to have a few new friends, you know. Anna Watson's niece is always available for you to meet. She has such a wonderful personality."

The boy gave an involuntary shiver. "I'll try, Aunt May." He stood up and made his way down the stairs. "I mean, it's new york, someone out there is bound to like hanging around a little guy like me."

She watched him trek down the stairs and sighed. She may have him on a curfew, one that he rarely followed, but Peter was becoming more and more independent with each day that past by, slowly growing into a man, the man that her dear late husband wanted him to become.

"Oh Ben, I wish you were here." She sighed again, heading into the kitchen to serve her nephew. In spite of the troubles she faced, she would tackle them all head on for her nephew's sake. It was her responsibility after all.


"WOHO!" This was amazing! Now instead of smelly sewage filled air, it was crisp polluted air. Now instead of a dull gray ceiling, it was the black and endless sky. Now instead of the constant dripping of water, it was the constant beeping of cars. Instead of the moldy color of algae all across the walls, it was a myriad of colored graffiti that was painted on practically every brick wall they could find.

"So bright, so many colors." For once, he wouldn't slap Mikey in the head for the childish glee in his tone, even if what he was staring at was a freaking neon light advertising a store. "Must go towards the light, must follow the light…"

"No Mikey." Leo grabbed the dude's shell. "It's our first night out, we can't just immediately break a rule." He argued.

"Leo, you can't blame the guy for once. We've only heard stories and seen the tv. Everything around us is new. Even the pigeons." He gestured at the bird, which gave a squawk as it flew away. "If we stayed in the sewers for a minute longer, we would've practically become mole people."

"Not likely, considering we're reptiles, but the point's valid. Seriously, look at all the fresh new computers!" Donnie peaked through another window of an electronics store. "Oh the science I can accomplish with these … so many advanced calculations."

"Even Donnie's spazzing out." Raph grinned. "Just lighten up."

"I'll lighten up after a few days." Leo still was stuck up. "There's a lot we don't know, including the possibility of making a mistake."

Raph groaned. "Come on, there's not many mistakes to make other than don't get caught, and Splinter taught us well enough to not get caught, right guys?"

"I can make a decent hiding spot out of a trash can lid." Donnie nodded. "And Mikey can …" He paused. "Where's Mikey?"

"TURTLE FREAK!" A voice shouted as they turned around. Their youngest brother had wandered into the middle of the street, and stopped to wave at some random guy riding on a scooter.

The turtles all groaned. "Mikey."

"What, I got mesmerized by the light." Mikey defended himself, before waving at the scared human. "Sup dude."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" The man screamed out loud, scooting away and leaving something behind as he did. This was exactly what Master Splinter warned them about. At least it was a hilarious reaction.

"Hey dude, you dropped your box-" Mikey tried to call out, before Raph walked up and whacked him on the head.

"One, stop trying to talk to people, you're horrible at it and you'll get us caught. Two, finders keepers." He instructed as they surrounded the thin looking box that had a picture of some random fat guy in a chef's hat. "So … what is this?" He decided to ask.

"The word says Pi..zza, but I've never seen it before." Donnie looked around the box, idly tapping it with his staff. "... It's not alive at least."

"Still doesn't rule out it being dangerous." Leo used his sword to gently lift the flop of the box's lid, and opened in, revealing something round, warm, yellow and red. "Huh…I think it might be food."

"Is human food any good?" Raph asked. "Only frame of reference I have is worms and Algae."

"Well Splinter is still alive and he used to be human …" Donnie pointed out as he looked it over. "Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a taste tester … Mikey, I believe this is your territory."

"Finally, my time to shine has come!" He leaned down to the box. "Alright, it's warm." Began poking at it. "Strangely consistent stick …" And then began sniffing it. "An aroma of blended herbs and spices between the sauce …" Mikey grabbed it, pulling it apart. "Pre sliced, a master chef indeed."

"Oh would you take a bite already!?" Raph demanded.

"Fine, sheesh, sorry for being as detailed as possible." The little moron rolled his eyes and took a bite, and when he did, his eyes looked like they exploded as the rest of them waited with baited breath. "It's…It's…" Mikey didn't finish as he shoved the slice in his mouth, licking his fingers thoroughly. "Yumm…" He looked at the rest of them. "I mean…yuck, you guys won't like it, I'll have the rest.."

"Oh like that's going to happen!" Leo shouted as the rest of them scrambled to take a slice before their little brother could hog it all to himself.

After his first bite he was hooked for life with the strange taste. "I have no idea if this is gonna kill me, but I don't care if it does." Donnie moaned as he took another slice into his mouth. "It's like my tastebuds took a one way express train to flavorville."

"I never thought you could one up Alge cake, I stand corrected." Raph grinned as he devoured his slice. "And people had food like this for years. The surface rules." He didn't care if he had to rob a bank, he was never going back to eating worms again.

"I LOVE IT UP HERE!" If his mouth wasn't so full of cheese and tomato sauce, he would've been shouting right alongside Mikey.

"Absolutely." Leo grinned. "Best decision we ever-" He paused, looking at the edge of the roof. "... Guys, do you feel like we're being watched?"

"I don't know. Do you feel like you're way too paranoid?" Raph sarcastically countered.

"Maybe you're not being paranoid enough." Leo sternly watched the sky with an untrusting gaze. "We're too exposed on the streets. We need to get to higher ground."

"Aww, five more minutes with the pizza?" Mikey asked while rubbing his face against the greasy wonder.

"So many more objects to add to therapy." Donnie shivered as he began jumping to the roof.

"You just can't help but kill the mood, can't yah?" Raph glared at Leo.

"If it keeps us safe, then I'm perfectly fine with that." Leo smirked before a look of competitiveness overtook his face. "Besides, now I have the chance to beat you to the top!"

"Oh dream on!" Raph shouted as he chased after the turtle. He was the strongest out of his brothers, and he would make sure it was an undeniable and undisputed fact.

Fortunately, running across the rooftops proved to probably be even more fun than just walking the streets. It was a great way to let off a little steam and stretch out the old green muscles a little. Against the cool night breeze and the adrenaline pumping through his veins, there was no other way to describe the feeling other than liberating.

"Hey guys, check it out!" Donnie suddenly paused to point at some random pair of humans, what looked like a teenage redhead and her father.

"Yeah, humans, the cities is full of them." Raph groaned. "You'd think the brainiac would know that by now."

"Yes, but none as pretty as her." … They all turned to what they assumed was hearts in their brother's eyes.

"Oh my shell, he has a crush." Raph held a hand on his mouth to hold back a bit of full blown laughter. "Why don't you go down there and talk to her, I'm sure she'll jump at the chance to make out with tall, green, and nerdy."

"Might want to hurry then, those guys probably had the same idea." Mikey pointed to multiple similar looking business suit guys surrounding the two.

"Oh wow, crooks." Raph smirked. "Let's go down there and kick their buts."

"Wait, we can't just rush in-" Leo tried to stop them.

"LET ME GO!" The girl shouted as the guys grabbed her, a van driving over.

"Okay, now we go kick their butts." Leo took out his katana's. "My comrades, this may be our first mission, our first time fighting on the surface, but as long as we uphold the values of justice.."

"Sorry, can't hear you over my need to ignore you, Captain Space Dork." Raph snarled as he jumped into the fray. Now came his favorite part, kicking some butt and being justified in cracking heads.


Kirby walked along with April, the girl groaning. "I can't believe our car broke down." She complained.

"Yeah …" It was odd, the vehicle was recent, it shouldn't have broken down so fast. "Sorry about this."

"Don't apologize, it just gives us some quality time before summer ends." She smiled. "You know, the city lights really ruin the stars, only a few of them are visible."

"Yeah, there's an entire cosmos out there. Infinite and wonderful." The father smiled as he looked to the sky. "Who knows what you'll find out there."

"So big and vast, you either feel like you're a part of something big or like you're a speck in the grand scheme of things." April nodded for a second, before laughing. "Not sure if the science route is for me to be honest."

"You're young and bright, you still have plenty of time to decide what you want." Kirby reassured his daughter. "I remember when you were younger you wanted to be a princess." He laughed.

"Please don't tell anyone that." She groaned.

"Anything you say, your majesty." He continued to tease. "Maybe you can use this new year to make some new friends."

"I don't need that many, and Irma's always been pretty great." True, but something about that girl always rubbed him the wrong way, which is why he never let April go over to her house.

"You can never have too many friends, as long as you can recognize the good ones from the bad ones." He ruffled her head. "I met your mom in college after all."

"If I recall correctly from the stories, you swooped in 'gracefully' after tripping over a tree root when she was studying." April laughed. "Real life meet cute if I ever heard it."

"I still thank that tree to this day." Kirby laughed. "The point is you'll never know who's around if you don't-" He was stopped, some guys in suits standing in their way. "Excuse me." He tried to move around, only for them to follow his path. "Pardon me." He tried the other direction, but they blocked him again. "Can I help you two?"

"There Kraang. It is the ones Kraang designated to Kraang as Kirby O'neil, and April O'neil. Kraag demands that you will come with Kraang." One of them said in a monotone and unemotional tone. "Kraang advises that you do not attempt to flee from Kraang."

His heart stopped for a moment. "April, get ready to run." He said quietly, preparing to tackle them.

"The one known as April O'Neil will not be leaving the area in which Kraang is standing." Voices came from behind them. Turning around, they saw that more of the identical looking men were surrounding them. "Kraang has ordered Kraang that the persons known as Kirby O'Neil or April O'Neil shall be escorted to the place that Kraang has ordered Kraang to transport to." If the fear wasn't filling his head right now, he would've felt annoyed by the repetitive speech.

He tried to throw a punch, but it was grabbed. "LET ME GO!" April shouted as she was lifted up. "DAD!" He tried to run after her, but his hand was twisted back, causing him to cry out in pain.

"April, sweetie, it's going to be fine." He tried to assure her. "We just need to-"

"Booyakasha!" Before he could even process the shout, a giant green man came in and kicked one of the suited figures. … What?

"Don't worry, we're here to help!" Another voice came in, as it appeared another giant green man, one that looked particularly turtle-ish in design, went up to the truck to get his daughter out.

"Aahhhhh! Giant frog!" April screamed.

"Actually we're turtles!" One of them stated, before they got pushed back by one of the suited men.

"Don't worry!" A new voice shouted out, a web covering the face of the man holding April. "I get confused with insects a lot, I completely understand how bad people's night vision can be, polluted city air and all."

"What the-?" The turtle wearing a blue mask looked upward, seeing one of the suited men tied by the hands on a light post.

"Don't worry mam." A man in red spandex came in, grabbing his daughter. "Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is here to get your family out of this mess." He said, placing her on the side of the road. "Now if we could all just calmly arrest ourselves for once, we can skip the obvious soon to be beatdown."

"It's a superhero!" The turtle with an orange mask shouted. "Can I have your autograp-" The creature asked, before one of the men in suits punched him away.

"I take it you folks in green are new around here. Step one of facing a gang…" The spandex wearing man snorted as he flipped through the air. "Don't stand still for even a single second. I'll give you all the vigilante run down once I take out our finely dressed fiends."

"Who do you think you-" The red one asked, before the blue one came in and grabbed his shoulder.

"Raph, argue after we fight the guys in suits. They can take a hit." Kirby watched as the men that were supposed to be knocked out began standing up.

This wasn't looking good, and his only reassurance for his daughter's safety was the cockiness of what sounded like a bunch of teenagers in over their heads. Kirby was always more of a realist than an optimist, so it was almost too easy for him to realize that he was doomed.


"My oh my, someone's been taking their vitamins." Spidey commented as he swung into a man's chest. "How many reps do you guys do, I'd rather not break bones when I throw you in the slammer."

Tonight was a weird night for sure. At first he thought the weirdest question he'd wondered was how and why Marko and O'hern kept getting bailed after catching them in the act for the dozenth time.

And while he was mentally preparing in his head how he was going to spin another believable lie to Aunt May about where he went all day, his curiosity managed to be peaked when he heard the fearful shout of the local pizza delivery boy. While thoughts of 'hey, maybe that job will be open' swarmed through his head, it was quickly quelled by the appearance of four strange looking reptiles that the boy was fleeing from.

Spidey's first thought was 'oh shit, turtle men'. His second was 'oh shit, turtle men with swords'. Which was an understandably major concern considering what they could do if they actually were trained in said weapons. Surprisingly, they seemed alright, if overly cautious yet curious (who didn't know what pizza was in New York?), so he didn't outright attack them. Just tailing until he could figure out the angle.

Which led to seeing them jump into a battle against some nicely dressed sextuplets that wanted to kidnap a girl and her dad. But since they made a comment about 'first time', it seemed he, as New York's one and only, not to mention highly thought to be rumored, Spider-man, to lend an experienced hand. Or in this case, mouth. "Second lesson of the day people, never take your eyes off the hostages." He webbed up the entrance to the back of a van they were about to drive near the girl. "Ends up terrible when all is said and done."

"I didn't ask for some lanky red string-bean to tutor me in how to crack heads, thank you very much." The turtle guy in the red mask (what was with the masks when they already looked like giant turtles) grunted as flipped one of the attackers overhead.

"Yeah, well I didn't ask for four inexperienced turtle people to try and stab people, even if they may or may not deserve it." He leaned down to one of the suits he had webbed against a wall. "You don't slave traffic, do you?"

"The one's known Kraang will exterminate the arachnid of unknown species for the interference from the arachnid of unknown species and the ones known as turtles." The man he tied up replied in a dull tone as they broke his webs with their bare hands how the hell?

"Okay, you're the so-called expert here." The guy in the purple mask asked as he fruitlessly hit one of them with his bo-staff. "What do you do when the enemy you're hitting is like a brick wall?"

"Personally?" He winded back. "I hold back just a bit less." And swung his fist forward, hearing an odd metallic ding as he created a series of cracks in the wall, the eyes widening on the suit guy known as 'Kraang'. "But also physics, like jumping from a tall place or using their own momentum."

"Good to know!" The orange turtle guy swung from one of the lamp posts and let go, kicking one of the goons right in the back. "Hey, it actually worked! I got advice from a real life superhero!"

"Hey, red mask, you got sharp salad tongs, mind taking out the wheels on their ride?" Spidey asked as he ducked under some more mooks, landing a strong kick on these oddly durable men. "Before, you know, they drive away with them?"

"I don't take orders from you!" The red one shouted as he tried to free himself from a tight grip.

"Raph, do what the bug vigilante wants!" The blue one shouted.

"I don't take orders from you either!" The red one lifted the men off of him and threw his weapon…which missed the tires and hit the purple guy in the back.

"Hey, watch it! You could've cracked my shell-" The purple one got knocked in the head, sending him crashing into the ground.

"Donnie!" The blue one rushed forward, pushing the suit guys out of the way as-

Vroom

Shit, the engine. Spidey moved to the street, shooting out webs to the back of the van, being sent forward with it. "I get I crashed the party, but that's no excuse for the host to just up and leave."

"Don't worry bro, I got your back!" The orange one extended his nunchuck into more of a chain, swinging from the lampposts as he attempted to lasso the truck. "They're going to face the wrath of my hot nunchuck fury!"

The driver leaned out of the side, aiming some sort of toy at him a {His spidey sense blared at him to move.}

"Look out!" He immediately shoved the orange guy out of the way as a freakin laser was shot at them. "Lasers!? How do they have laser technology!?" He shouted. "Much less sustainable ones that's … how!?"

"I don't know and right now I don't care!" The blue one ran up and made one last attempt to run to the van. "They're not getting away!"

"Don't worry, I got.." Spidey began to swing. If he got on high enough ground, he could catch up with the truck in no time and web the windshield, hopefully stopping…

Snip

Spidey found himself face planting into the ground as his web line was cut…by the blue one's sword. He looked at the van, where the sad and hopeless face of that girl disappeared into the city streets.

"Seriously!? Where did you people learn to aim!?" He yelled at them

"From Master Splinter, our Rat Sensei." The orange one smiled. Seriously, he didn't know whether to glare at him or feel confused.

"We're losing them!" The purple one shouted. "We need to-" He was kicked by the suit he was dealing with, before all of them began booking it.

"Oh no you don't." Spidey webbed one in the back. "You're giving us answers, now."

The one he tagged simply kept going until the web snapped, where he went straight into the brick wall in front of him. "The interlopers that interfered with Kraang shall soon become the exterminated interlopers that interfered with Kraang for their interference in the plans that are only pricy to Kraang."

"Said plans are about to be gone if you don't give us some answers." The red one ran up and aimed his sai to the man's face…

Kapow

Only for him to be met with a hard knuckle sandwich to the face as the red one was thrown over to them, blinding them for a split second.

"No!" Spidey did his best to keep his eyes focused. If he took his attention off them for even a second, they would.."He's gone.." There was no trace of the man or his squad anywhere. It was over, a failure.

"We would have had them if it wasn't for you getting in our way!" The red one had the audacity to shout.

"Me getting in the way!?" Spidey yelled back. "Says the blundering block head that knocked out his own teammate! You four have no idea what the heck you're doing out here! If I wasn't here, you probably would've gotten that girl and her dad killed!"

"Hey, we're new at this.." The orange one tried to intervene.

"That's no excuse to get someone hurt or worse!" He reprehended. "What, you're going to go up to that girl's friends and family and say 'oops, sorry, we accidentally let someone you love get kidnapped'?!" That made the orange one whimper.

"Hey, we care about them." The purple one argued.

"Whenever you put yourself out there, everyone is on your watch, this isn't some game. People are at stake and can get hurt over the smallest things. Like bladed weapons!"

"We've trained for years to.." The blue one started.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you can use them well, but it's obvious you can't use them responsibly!" Spidey shouted. "By going out and using what you have, you're taking responsibility for protecting people, everything that happens, everything bad that happens, they happen because of you!"

The blue one looked like he was about to say something, but held back, holding his head in what looked like regret. Good, better they learn now before they do something else stupid.

"Now if you excuse me, I need to get in contact with the police and report a van without a license plate abducting two people off the street." He glared at the turtles. "Consider it 'friendly help' that I'm not reporting you either." And with that, he began swinging.

It was harsh, but they needed to hear that. This was a responsibility, it wasn't some ideal fantasy. You had a mission, and if you failed it haunted you. All Spidey could do now was hope he could track down that van, and hope the two of them weren't dead by the time he busted down their doors.