[This story is an oc x canon idea. I only own the characters I made Spider-Man and his animated series: (Spectacular and Ultimate Spider-Man). All characters used or inspired in this series are owned by Ubisoft and Marvel/Disney.]
Chapter 2: New Places, Grim Faces
[S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier med-bay 3:13 p.m.]
We now enter a medical room. The room's decor resembles an emergency room, with the highly advanced technology similar to Stark industries or Pym tech plastered all over it.
Spider-man is lying on an extended hospital bed with adjustable seating, among other accommodations;
After a few minutes, he slowly opens his eyes, feeling less like Mike Tyson had just turned his ribs into a fresh set of rough marrow mashed potatoes.
He surveys the room, his sight beginning to set in, eyeing the doctors who seem to be tending to his condition. One of the doctors realizes that Spider-man is awake. They yell: "Spider-man's awake Alert Dr. Conners."
"Dr. Conners? I thought he had left for Florida. Now that I think about where the heck am I?! This definitely isn't Kansas or New York."
Thought Spider-Man with stable confusion.
*As his vision becomes more apparent, he surveys his surroundings. Spider-man realizes that he's in a very advanced medical room.
The technology is too expensive for any typical hospital, and on the wall is an emblem of a silver eagle with a black circle serving as a background to highlight the bright silver hue of the bird. This means only one thing that is so unbelievably awesome only a few can utter the words.
"Oh my god, I'm on the Shield Hellicarrier. This is so cool. This is the best day of my life!"
Spider-man thinks, geeking out with the average excitement of being on the shield carrier.
Spider-man tries to sit up, but it doesn't work out as he begins to recoil in a lot of pain because of the damage to his rib cage. Dr. Conners fully enters the room after consulting fellow medical doctors about the condition of Spider-man. Conners gently rest a hand on Spider-mans's back like a father with a newborn child.
(Conners P.O.V.)
"Easy, easy there, don't want to overwork yourself. You still need to rest; your body is still healing." I say, trying to calm Spider-Man down didn't want him to bruise anything because the shock caused him to fall and add more damage to his ribs or anywhere else.
"Yeah, sorry about that doc just got a little excited, that's all." I heard Spider-man apologetically say
"It's alright."
I signal to get another doctor's attention. I gesture to them to hand me a small container of painkillers. They give me painkillers that I pass to Spider-Man, and he takes two of them, swallowing both quickly. Good.
"Those should kick in soon. My best guess is five to ten minutes." I tell Spider-Man I turn around to speak to the other medical professionals in the room. "Can you guys please give us a few minutes alone?" my cohorts give me a quick nod leaving me with Spider-Man. Which now gives me an excellent chance to ask him some questions. I turn back towards Spider-Man with a very interrogative look on my face.
"Parker! What are you doing here?!" I whisper with an angered but curious tone.
[Parker now gives me a shocked look, he recomposes himself saying rather loudly: "I—um, don't know who's talking about, but I'm not this Parker guy you're speaking of doc!"
"He can't be serious…."
I thought to myself with immense disappointment
"*sigh* Peter, I know you are Spider-Man. You can't play me like I'm a dense John Doe, the photos? You always leaving when something happens that needs Spider-Mans attention? You never mask your voice, Peter. I know how your voice sounds."
I say in a deadpanning way, stating the many facts about recent events involving Peter, and he instantly deflates any arguments against my statement.
"Wow… I thought drama class would help me keep a secret identity secret here." I hear Peter Parker mutters, having his alter ego unmasked rather bluntly
Peter removes his mask, and I hear him sigh with a somewhat defeated tone. He looks at me, his eyes portraying an exhausted expression, his left eye bruised, and some noticeable cuts on his cheeks. All I see is my bright-eyed intern looking like an average M.M.A. fighter. After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak: "I was patrolling around the city for a while, and I noticed that the usual crimes in the city were going extinct quicker than the dinosaurs. Then I heard around the grapevine about this boogeyman pulling a slasher-style purge on the criminals in the big apple.
I tried to hunt this guy down myself and Dr. Conners… Some of the things I saw were something out of a horror movie." Peter tells me with a frightful tone erupting from his voice, and I don't think I've ever heard him this scared.
I pat Peter on his left shoulder and give him a sympathetic look, signaling that he is OK, and it looks like that calmed him down a little bit. He regained his voice, saying, "I finally confronted the guy, and he looked like a demon. His outfit made him look like a ninja going through a Halloween makeover, but something he said made me feel queasy, Dr. Conners." Peter tells me, visibly uncomfortable, what he wants to say to me.
"And what exactly did he say to you, Peter?" I ask with my curiosity rising faster by the second.
Peter looks into my eyes with a look of shock and interrogative determination saying to me, "The guy said to me a phrase only my uncle told me, and a very good friend of mine. I wanted to inquire more about the new horror show, but we fought, and here I am."
I look at Peter, empathy masking all over my face. My mouth was going to say something to sway his current mood, but before I could say anything, the front door to my new lab opened, revealing director Nick Fury Jr. Stepping into my lab.
[Nick Fury P.O.V.]
Fury now walks into Curt Conner's lab as he walks inside said lab showing off his signature trench coat, eye patch, and professional aura with himself as he stands before Dr. Conners and Peter Parker.
He raises his right arm in a waving gesture shutting the door behind him, and opens the door to place left to Dr. Conners adjacently, then lowers his arm, resting it behind his back like his left arm. Peter and Conners's postures straighten with the speed of a cheetah trying to hunt for food.
Fury eyes both men in the room, his singular brown eye plastered with a soft yet cold glare, but his sight focuses more on Spider-man examining his bruises and cuts. Fury notices the style of this damage could only belong to the aramusha. After a few seconds, Fury asks Dr. Conners to leave to give a chance for him to talk to Spider-Man about his recent altercation.
Dr. Conners is hesitant but knows he needs to comply as he begins to leave. Conners silently whisper into Peter's right ear quietly. Enough Fury possibly won't hear him say, "Good luck." Conners leaves the room after speaking those words, allowing Fury to interrogate Peter. Fury stands in front of Peter. Gone is the stern glare, wholly replaced with a soft smile and a more relaxed posture. After readjusting himself, Fury speaks.
"Spider-man, right? Or should I call you by your other identity since you're not wearing your mask?" I say to Spider-Man or Peter Parker in this case.
"Wow-I…um, anything works for me, Director Fury, sir," Spider-Man tells me as he stutters
I chuckle at this kid's awkward demeanor. "Fury is just fine, kid. There's no need to get all nervous. I only came to talk and ask a couple of questions." I tell the kid, trying to keep him from being too excited.
"OK, Mr. Fury, sir, what questions do you have for me?" Spider-Man asks me with a slight edge of his nerves dying down a little.
"Little weird, but I'll allow it."
I thought to myself, clearing my throat, thinking precisely what I wanted to ask him. "I heard you had a run-in with the Aramusha correct?"
I asked him, but as I did so, I noticed the kid becoming a little stiff with his posture; he hunched as if steel chains were pulling at his shoulders, then his eyes shifted into a tight glare. OK, that answers my first question.
"Yeah, you could say we've been acquainted with each other. Why'd you ask?" Spider-Man says to me with a severe but nervous voice.
"that's not important right now. My second question is do you remember working with the Avengers yes?" I ask him
Spider-Man looks at me with a proud smile dropping his last glare and saying, "Yeah! I-uh, I mean, yes. Yes, I do.* ahem* I may or may not still have the Avengers card…Why are you asking me this exactly?" Spider-Man asked me with increased curiosity.
"I guess it's time to reveal my party trick."
I thought to myself, slightly grinning like a child who got away with stealing a cookie from a cookie jar. "Come with me, kid. You're in for a fun ride." I say with immense pride booming in my voice.
[3rd person pov]
We now cut to Fury and Spider-Man, who limps a little while walking down a hallway. Through Peter's eyes, we see different agents, scientists, and more working throughout various sections of the shield helicarrier. As both men continue down the hallway, they reach a giant door open when Fury places his left hand on a handprint lock.
After the door opens, we see a training room. We see Iron Fist Sparring with Luke Cage and Nova Sparring with the White Tiger.
As Fury enters the room, he whistles loudly to gain everyone's attention. After that happens, each superhero faces Fury, but as they do so, they notice Spider-Man, Luke, and iron fist looking surprised and happy to see a face they remember seeing they go to greet him.
On the other hand, Nova and White Tiger looked… Less impressed by the new guy.*
"Yo Spider-Man it's good to see you, kid. You look like you've had better days."
Luke says with a smile on his face
"Good to see you guys. Never thought the Heroes For Hire would go into a sellout era."
Spider-Man jokes with his old companions
Iron Fist smiles, chuckling a little, saying
"We're not selling out; we just got a promotion web-head."
Spider-Man raises a brow smirking with a mischievous look on his face saying
"Oh yes, a promotion. Veery different."
Nova and White Tiger now see this interaction between the 3 street heroes. Tiger is intrigued, and Nova is a little pissed that Fury has added a new player to the team.
"C'mon, Fury. We don't need a kid on this team."
Nova says arrogantly and somewhat a little rudely
"Oh, and I'm just non-existent here, then?"
White tiger voices with some snark in her voice
"Hey, not what I meant, and you know that, Tiger."
Nova tries to tell White Tiger, but she gives him a smug look mixed with an upset look in her eyes as they burrow through her mask, not fully hardening into a full glare, but not soft enough to be unclassified.
White Tiger, after a few seconds, shifts her gaze towards Fury going her body stance into a stiff pose of unease and distrusting surprise, crossing her arms tightly like a distressed parent or someone's disappointed girlfriend that knows their partner had intensely fucked up.
"Nova's right I mean Spider-Man What? Was Arachnid or bug boy taken?" White Tiger questions with a quick melody of wit.
Fury. He looks at the both of them with his one good eye locked hard in a stern boss-like glare signaling to them that this issue wasn't up to be discussed or that he really gave a damn.
"This isn't something you two will discuss with me now or ever. If the two of you have that much of a problem with who I assign to the team as a member, then you best be ready to prove that you four can work well together as a functioning team. But as I see it, that's not happening til pigs can miraculously start flying in the air like every other damn super-human on this damn planet! So my best suggestion is to step down from this idea before you both regret making it worse."
Fury says with disappointment and rage, fuming in his voice to significantly emphasize his point. Meanwhile Spider-Man, Iron Fist, and Luke have been watching this interaction the entire time with various reactions such as: Here we go again, to wow, and I thought Jonah could be the poster child for the angriest man alive.
"They do know we can hear them, right?"
Spider-man questions with a whisper
"While normally I'd say yes, I don't think they care."
Iron Fist quietly responds back
"And to be honest, kid, I'm also just going to say this, Mr. Bucket-Head over there can be a real piece of work on a good day, but on a bad day, the guy is a bigger fool than anyone I've ever seen in my life."
Luke quietly finishes to spider-man
"Yay, just what I wanted for Christmas a Star Wars reject, and Black Cat's secret cousin shit-talking about me while I'm literally in the same room as them. Is it werid that makes me feel homesick?"
Spider-Man thought to himself with his natural sarcasm dripping throughout his mind faster than a waterfall on a summer morning
After a few minutes, Fury stands before everyone, looking at the newly crafted Avengers team Stark had asked him to help make. He notices one member he had secretly added to the team for reasons best described as an odd sense of faith that this final member could be a valuable team member. Fury taps his earpiece to talk to a set of agents holding this mystery team member. He whispers, "Bring him in."
A door behind everyone opens to reveal two agents holding the aramusha's right and left arms to escort him into the room. One agent removed a set of cuffs the Aramusha's hands were in to make sure his hands didn't phase through them specifically.
After the two agents leave, all eyes are on the scary demonic ninja-looking figure standing before them. Many with confusion, and a few with a slight uneasiness, but Spider-Man has shock mixed with little anger painted on his face so intensely it wouldn't be hard to say he saw a ghost.
Aramusha sees everyone eyeing him with different looks plastered upon their faces; the room feels very tense, so he just says
"Look, I know I'm not what my dating profile might've described, but I didn't have much time to put on makeup."
He says, trying to throw a little comedy into the room, but as expected, it does not help the situation. The Aramusha looks to Fury, asking
"Is this what I think it is?"
Fury nods to the aramusha, the eyes of his mask shift to a look of disappointment as he grumbles
"Knew, I should've swiped left."