For thegreatgodzilla, the idea of who falls for what side is a bit of a theme within this fic when it comes to Spidey. Liz is definetely somone who falls for Peter first and foremost, as does Gwen in cannon while somone like Black cat is clearly just into the spider side. As for April...well that goes into small spoilers for how she progresses in this fic. TMNT 2012 is notorious for dropping the ball on the romantic subplots. Donnie and April's thing was just unsatisfying, and the less said about leo and karai, the better (like seriously, what's with this show and The Flash thinking that adding an adoptive sibling element would make things good? Also, you are on point with some of your questions, as a few things that you brought up will get adressed, something like the kraang and symbiote in a much more different direction than you would think.
Mikey ate some of this new and interesting food. "And you call this popcorn?" He asked. "With everyone just munching on it whenever we watch TV?"
"Well it's usually reserved for watching movies in a large and dark theater, but yeah, it's basically the ultimate lounge food snack." Spidey eloquently explained the science. "The best way to enjoy it is sitting back with your head up while you fling the kernels into your mouth."
"Oh, trick shots." He nodded, tossing it up and opening his mouth, before it landed in his eye. "AGH! It stings!"
"Yeah, salty butter will do that." Spidey smirked as he popped some into his mouth from the part of his mask that was lifted up. "That's why it pays to have a mask with lenses." Their super hero friend looked around the lair. "Surprised you guys are still down below instead of heading topside."
"We can't because we're grounded." Raph groaned while glaring at Mikey. "All because someone wanted to jump our shells by skateboarding in the lair."
"Not cleaning up all the discarded pizza boxes from the past week didn't help either." Leo added.
"You guys don't pick up your trash?" Spidey asked.
"Well trash kinda ends up in the sewers one way or another so … what's the point?" Mikey shrugged.
"Fair enough. It takes three loads of laundry to get the stench out of the suit every time I come down here." Spidey nodded. "Though if that's the case, how has Splinter been able to maintain a fully grown tree in the sewers?"
"Plenty of water, a sun lamp, and raw effort." Donnie said as he came back from his lab. "Turtles, Spiders, and Mikey."
"What up, D?" It was nice to get the special treatment.
"While the grounding has left some of us horribly isolated and bored, it is where I thrive. Thus with a mix of an internet guide, tech parts from the Kraang, and supplies from an abandoned military junkyard, may I present … the T Pod!" He presented a small silver and white round thing with a bunch of shiney blue buttons.
"You made an I pod?" Spidey asked. "I would have thought the first thing you'd built out of Kraang tech would have been a tank."
"Didn't have enough parts, sadly."
"... I can't tell if he's joking or not." Spidey backed away just a tad.
"Who cares, we got tunes to listen to while we fight!" Mikey grabbed the little device and plugged in some earphones.
"You're just going to let him plug alien/military tech into his head? Won't that melt his brain or something." Raph asked
"I'm 70% sure that won't happen." Donnie waved off casually. "Besides, not like there'd be a difference."
"Again, can't tell if he's joking or not." Spidey replied with concern.
"Mikey's always been the tester of the group, even if it's guaranteed to be dangerous to try." Leo answered. "Mostly because he can't comprehend the dangers of the object in question."
"And a three, and a two, and a one." He pressed the button on the new T Pod … before his eardrums were hit with a sound not meant for mortal ears. "Aghhhhhhh!"
"What's wrong!?" Spidey webbed the t-pod away.
"It's Polka! Who listens to polka!?" Mikey shouted in horror, hiding behind the TV. "The worst music known to man!"
The vigilante let out a sigh of relief. "I don't know, modern pop isn't doing itself any favors lately." Spidey shrugged.
"Okay, that's it, I gotta get out of here before I go crazy." Raph began walking out.
"Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing?" Leo questioned.
"Going topside so I'm not driven crazy by Mikey's babbling."
"Well it is time for my nightly patrol, i'll be off myself." Spidey jumped up. "I'm not covering for you guys though, Splinter gives me the heebie jeebies."
"If he's not snitching then I'm heading out too." Mikey flipped himself to his feet and rushed to the exit.
"Fine, me and Donnie will stay here then, being responsible." Leo crossed his arms.
"Actually, I'm heading out too." Donnie responded. "April asked me to debug her computer, and I wanted to explain to her all the special features I installed."
"Am I the only one willing to be responsible?" Leo asked. "Isn't that your whole thing, Spidey?"
"To their credit, I literally haven't told anyone about my secret identity, even family." The vigilante shrugged. "Keeping secrets is like second nature to me at this point."
"So fearless leader, whatcha going to do about it?" Raph smugly smiled.
"I could tell Splinter right now." Leo bluffed.
"So go ahead, tell him." Raph called it out.
Leo looked back and forth between the way to Splinter's room and the exit. "Well…he's asleep right now…so I'll be responsible by following you guys and making sure you don't run into trouble, because that's what a responsible leader would do."
"Good adaptability." Spidey nodded. "Lets try swinging around Manhattan tonight, I wanna see if anyone news pops up with all the constant groups coming out of the villain gift shop."
"I love it when I can have variety in the skulls I chose to crack." Raph cracked his knuckles.
Mikey picked up the T Pod. "Well … Poka's better than nothing." The turtle sighed as he plugged it in, looking at the screen with … an update sign? Nice, maybe he could get some cool rock going on.
So far the night had been slow for old Petey. He thought his wait at the lair would have let the bad guys build up for a good old visit from their favorite friendly neighborhood spider, but that seemed to not be the case. "Take note class, when you're as awesome as us, crooks become too scared to come out from the shadows."
"So the more cool we are, the less bad guys we have to punch…man, talk about being between a rock and a hard place." Raph sighed as they ran across the rooftops.
"Hey, less crimes mean less people getting hurt. That's a win in my books." Spidey smirked as they jumped around. "Also saves me money on web fluid, the budget is tight as it is."
"The compound is both surprisingly simple and complex for an adhesive." Donnie to note. "Do you use a nylon baseline?"
"Actually it's compound is a mix of salicylic acid, toluene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate." Peter answered. If anyone should know the formula, it was the dangerous science turtle that may or may not take a blood sample in his sleep. "I tried a bunch of combinations, but they didn't have the right level of tensile strength. It wasn't until I actually started looking into the makeup of actual spider-webs that everything seemed to click.."
"I keep forgetting that you're probably a nerd underneath that mask." Leo commented. "I think it's the bright colors. It completely throws me off from thinking about anything else."
"The less the baddies know the better." Spidey answered. "Also you all wear color coded masks despite being human sized turtles, you have the least amount of ability for calling out others on their choice in costumes."
"At least we don't have obvious names like Spider-Man, am I right, Mikey?" Raph called out to the turtle in orange, who had been strangely quiet the entire night. "Mikey?"
The turtle was bobbing his head back and forth as he ran, running across the roofs as like he was lost in a trance. "You who, spider to turtle, do you copy off earth cadet?" He waved a hand in front of the orange turtle's face.
"Oh wha!?" Mikey stumbled, accidentally running into a vent. "Sorry, can't hear you! The t-pod actually has some decent music on this thing now!"
"Oh, did you find the opera section?" Donnie asked.
"No, hard rock! It's been giving me new songs every five minutes by itself!" That was a red flag in the making.
"What the, I didn't program that. Give it here." The purple turtle grabbed the device, using a free hand to keep the other turtle away. "Shuffle settings, voice command, wifi connection? These are all weeks in the making, I never gave this thing any of that."
"So did Mikey mess with something?" Leo asked, looking over and helping keep Mikey away from the T Pod.
"You know that's too ridiculous to be true." Spidey was starting to get concerned just how much they nagged on Mikey's intelligence. Sure he wasn't the smartest, but still. "It must be the military chip powering it. It's updating and adapting with continued use."
"A self-upgrading computer military chip, huh?" Peter said with a hint of worry. "You're not going to end up creating the robot apocalypse with that thing, are you shell-head?"
"No no …" Donnie paused, turning back to the object. "Probably not … it's not built for an AI, so it shouldn't be a problem on its own, buuut we may need to examine it further when we get back."
"May have to put a rain check on that, we got trouble." Raph interrupted, pointing down to the streets, where a scrawny looking man in some weird metal get up walked into an ally.
"Hold on, that could be some random joe getting lost on the way to Comic-Con." They didn't want to get too trigger happy.
"Beware Tri-corp building number fifty seven, for it is I, Baxter Stockman, coming for revenge! Bringing with me my evil inventions to destroy your life's work for daring to fire a genius of my calibur!" Nevermind, the man was asking for it.
"Okay, now we have trouble." Leo unsheathed his swords.
As they got in closer the guy started to use a laser to slowly cut at the metal door … only to pause. "Darn you, double d batteries." Baxter began slapping the device on his arm. "Come on, I know I was low on quality material, but you don't have to short out on me." The device fell apart, Stockman growling. "If I had access to my shockwave generating suit, you would all feel sorry much quicker!" Just gonna save that in the mental notepad.
"Dude, believe me when I tell you I feel your pain for not having a job, but there's better ways to do it than dressing in the worst ren-fair costume ever." Spidey quipped as he and the turtles landed on the ground
"Ah, if it isn't Spider-Man, the arachnid based vigilante bringing justice to all citizens of New York."
"Somebody actually got it right, bravo, extra brownie points for you." Spidey smirked.
"But your powers are no match, for the brilliance of Baxter Stockman!" He aimed a buzzsaw at them, which fired off … landing halfway from it's intended mark.
"Dude…weak." Mikey shook his head in disappointment.
"Even those Marko and O'Hirn guys seemed like they were a better threat than Taxter here." Raph sighed.
"It's Baxter! Baxter Stockman!" The guy shouted. "You shall remember my name as I burn it into your…shell?" The guy looked questioned. "Ah, you do know that there's four turtles standing behind you, right?"
"We're pals." Leo stated. "No one will ever believe you, Dockman."
"It's Stockman, Baxter Stockman! I just said it five seconds ago!"
"We know, and we don't care." Donnie groaned.
"I care. I like to make every crook I lock away in a cell feel special, you know?" Spidey quipped. "Seriously though, come quietly, that armor does not look like it's steady enough for a sword, let alone a kick."
"You try scrambling together parts on an office salary!" Stockman complained. "I had a lab and everything, until those bastards at tri-corp took everything I had! This is the culmination of my righteous anger!"
Spidey walked over, pulling off the price tag on said suit with a wince. "This is cheaper than my web fluid."
"Wait, I thought that was organic."
"Ew, gross." Spidey shivered, already getting flashbacks to Spyder-bytes. "Okay dude, I don't like picking on the little guy clearly down on his luck, so if you turn around now, we can forget about this whole incident and be on our merry ways."
"Not so fast." The man gave a grin. "I came prepared with you in mind. Behold, my secret weapon!" Okay, he'd bite, maybe it'd be cool. "Bug Spray!"
Okay, this guy needed to be knocked a few pegs. Luckily he was a bit prepared for such an occasion. "Oh no, how did you figure it out?!" He said dramatically, pretending to come to the ground. "My one weakness, everyday cans of bug spray!" Spidey could hear the turtles hiding their snickering behind him.
"That's right, just let me go and will have no trouble here-"
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"Oh so easy." He webbed the hand holding the can to the wall.
"Ah …. Right, webs." The man noted.
"Also, how was that going to work on the four ninja turtles, Raxter?" Leo asked with genuine curiosity.
"It's Baxter! And have you ever had this stuff sprayed in your eyes? It's hell on earth to Normal people." The man shouted, clearly enraged.
"So what's the procedure here?" Raph asked. "At this point, even Donnie could give him brain damage from a hit."
"Hey!"
"Hm, he's a shrimp, but he's an egomaniac…so bat him around a bit and dump him in the dumpster."
"Wait, what?" Baxter asked as the turtles got ready.
"Wait!" They all stopped, Mikey grabbing the T Pod and putting the earplugs in, setting up a song and starting to dance in place. "Alright, good to go."
"Alright guys, he's all yours." Spidey excused himself. "Try to limit it to bruises only, the guy's body is a fragile as his ego."
Stockman looked enraged. "How dare you-OW! OW! OW!" Before the ninjas went to town.
Spidey sat back and observed the beating just in case it got too intense (ie Raph got too intense), idly gazing at the bug spray in his hand. "Did he really think this was gonna do something?" He asked himself.
"Again, office salar-ow! Hey, that's tender!" The man countied to scream.
"Not sure this was worth leaving the lair for, but it is fun." Leo commented with a smile as he elbowed Baxter into a wall.
"It's always worth it to knock know it all on their butts, especially the lame wannabe villains." Raph snarled as he kicked the man right in the back.
"I will never forget this transgression! You freaks have now made the mighty Baxter Stockman your mortal enemy!"
"Sure sure." Donnie rolled his eyes as he kicked the man into a trash can. "We'll definitely fear a scientist that hasn't even made it to the top twenties."
"You may not be the first to throw me in the trash, but you will by far be the last!"
"Alright, whenever I'm in the mood for dumpster diving, I'll send you a letter to this address for a heads up." Peter webbed the trash lid shut and took out a little note. "Because this is where you'll probably be living after six months in the slammer."
"VENGEANCE ON YOU ALL!"
"So, back to the lair before Splinter wakes up?" Leo asked.
"Yeah, this guy just bummed me out." Mikey sighed. "You made kicking your butt boring, man. No one does that, yet here you go."
"Alrighty." Otto looked around the room, turning on the lights as morning started. "Time to double check our creations." The man was proud of his job, being able to work in a highly financed laboratory with great scientific minds. Truly, that was life. Now he was checking to see if anything was tampered with while the lab was closed.
He walked up to a case with wings. "Tome's hover technology is still here." The man was quite gifted, and with technology like this, they may make fossil fuels irrelevant. Otto was wondering why Mr. Osborn was talking so long to approve the development.
Next up on the list was a compact energy compressor to compete with what Stark Industries was rumored to have been developing. Sadly nothing yet on keeping it stable, as it merely produced a notably large explosion for its small size. "Accounted for." Hopefully Mr. Osborn would see it wasn't worth the risk making miniature bombs.
"Next up, our synthetic vibranium replication." From the famous shield of Captain America himself. Unfortunately another dud, as they can't replicate the impact absorption quality, merely the immense durability of the metal itself. Might be useful as mass produced armor for soldiers. If he could manage to grab just a few ounces of Adamantium, he might be able to come close. "Accounted for."
Otto paused at a recent chemical concoction, looking over a couple of empty spots. He was a nuclear physicist, so the bio-chem department was a bit out of his field. "A few vials of Globulin Green are missing." He noted. "I'll report that to Mr. Osborn later." It was dangerous at the moment, a performance enhancer that was still causing black outs and fits of insanity if not implemented correctly.
"Next on the list is-" His phone began ringing, pulling it out he saw a familiar number on the screen, his old college friend and partner back when he was employed at Tri-corp. Otto was never good at social interaction, and he feared that after what happened at Tri-corp, he'd burned away any bride he had at friendship.
Nonetheless, it was a mildly nice surprise to someone from the past attempting to reach out. Taking a minute to breathe, he confidently answered his phone. "Hello, Dr. Octavious speaking."
"Otto, great to hear you! It's me, remember, Stockman? Baxter Stockman. Please tell me you remember my name."
"Of course I remember your name Baxter, we've worked together for years." Also it was in the school newspaper after a science project tried to eat the cheerleaders. And the time with the fake volcano with real lava almost melted the Basketball team. Not that they didn't deserve it, but … overkill, you know?
"Thank you! Seriously, it's like I can't even get my own mother to remember my name nowadays. Of course that's mostly dementia and all…nevermind! Otto, remember those plans we made if we ever felt like screwing over corporate bastards?"
"The gold eating dogs?" He asked. "I know it was funny, but neither of us has the biological know-how to recreate that in the modern day."
"I can always brush up." Baxter responded sheepishly. "But I was talking more along the lines of the MOUSERS drones, you know, bulking ourselves up with as much of our tech as possible and demolishing every building to the ground!"
Again, overkill considering the amount of innocent lives inside of them. But he'd humor the man all the same. "I think the problem was the power source … did you finally work around a self generating rotation mechanism?"
"First of all, it wouldn't be a problem if you didn't let Tri-Corp take your Megalo Pack. A powersource that could've run the entire city and you just let them put it away." That stung, but it was a rather accurate reflection of his timid nature. "And second, yes, I did! I found a continuously updating Millitary Chip inside an I-Pod of all things! I hooked it up to one of my prototype armors and it's been upgrading itself practically every hour!
Self upgrading? How did a chip of that nature end up inside of an I-Pod? And more importantly, "Did you install a safety block to stop it from reaching singularity?"
"I'm getting around to it, right now my main focus is REVENGE!" Baxter laughed like some sort of maniacal villain. "That's why I was calling you! Join me, I'm sure there's plenty of power in this thing to upgrade whatever you have. We collaborate our forces, and make all those money grubbing bastards pay for their insolence!"
Otto idly glanced at the mechanical arms resting against the wall, the main unit ready to connect at a moment's notice. "Baxter I … I can't do that. I have a stable life, I follow the rules, the moment I cross the line there's no going back."
There was an uncomfortable silence that followed for almost a minute. "I should've known. You've gone from one corporate master to the next. Do you know what people like Norman do to people like us? They squeeze every ounce of usefulness out of you and cast you aside into the trash, no different than the jocks in high school did."
"I-" He tried to defend himself.
"Zip it Otto." Baxter replied bluntly. "In memory of our friendship, I'll save Oscorp for last, and leave the offer on the table … but just know your unwillingness to stop people from walking all over you is going to end with a foot stepping down on your spine." With that, the line was cut.
Otto sighed. In some back part of his mind, he wanted to join, he wanted to take back what was his, and he wanted to see the life of Norman Osborn fade from his eyes…..but he could never do that, he was a scientist, not a murderer. He'd do his job and live quietly for the rest of his life….right?
Splinter stepped out of his room, watching his sons and Spider-Man lounging around. "I see you've kept yourselves out of trouble." Or at least he hopped.
"Totally." Leonardo said with his eyes on the Tv.
"Completely." Raphael responded he sharpened his Sai.
"Without a doubt." Donnatello answered as he fiddled with his laptop.
"What was that?" Michelangelo lazily blinked as he was stuffing his mouth with Pizza. All the usual responses he expected his son's to give him.
"You know, just hanging around like all spiders." The masked man commented as he sat on the ceiling. While he respected one's need for privacy, and was grateful the vigilante was an ally his son's could rely on, the fact a virtual stranger entered their home still rubbed the old master the wrong way sometimes. At least with April, it was clear she was a child in search of her father, a sentiment Splinter agreed with all too well.
"If you do not mind then, I shall check the news." Splinter spoke as he went for the TV. "Information is one of a ninja's greatest tools."
"I thought it was the night?" Spider-Man asked.
"A true warrior is well versed in many tools." He responded sagely, looking around."Did April decide to not join us this evening?"
"She said she's getting ready to go to school." Mikey sighed. "I wish I could go."
"Meh, you're not missing that much." Spider-Man groaned with experience. "Tests, sport teams reports, homework, cliques, bullies, it's essentially a giant maze of social hierarchies and barely edible cafeteria food for six-to-eight hours of your day for an entire week that'll leave you drained emotionally and mentally." Sounded like a nightmare. Made Splinter all the more grateful he was raised in a dojo.
Donnatello sighed. "I just hope Midtown High's nice to her." At his son's comment, Spider-Man began to cough erratically. "You're alright?"
"What, yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be-hey look, something's happening on the news." The masked man deflected by pointing at the screen.
"This is Carlos Chiang O'Brien Gambe, here on the scene as a Tricorp office is attacked by what appears to be a man in a suit of armor." It showed a black man with glasses, wearing a silver suit with red lines.
"You will all rue the day, and face my vengeance!" The man shouted.
"Wait a second … Laxter Rockman?" A man asked.
"IT'S BAXTER STOCKMAN!" The man smashed the ground, through a slab of cement near the man. "And you will pay for not acknowledging my genius!" The room took an odd silence, strange, he thought they would have been excited for an excuse to leave the lair.
"Hold on, Baxter Stockman… didn't we fire you for destroying the ink printer?"
"That hunk of junk was about to expire anyway! It wasn't my fault it exploded when…I mean, YOUR INSOLENCE SHALL BE YOUR RUIN!"
He turned to his sons, all of whom had strange expressions of fear, with an odd mix of guilt. "Sounds like a dangerous guy." Leonardo responded as he nodded.
"Yeah, totally dangerous, he's causing a big mess." Rapheal was shaking, something he never knew his son to ever do.
"Someone should probably take care of him." Michelangelo nodded, with the same amount of guiltiness all over his face.
"I wonder how he could have gotten his hands on such advanced tech." Donatello spoke with a hint of nervousness.
"So did you build this yourself?" The brave, and probably suicidal, news reporter with a long name asked.
The armored man took it in stride. "The armor yes, but the power source is sadly a no. I got this after fighting some crazy turtle people and the Spider-Man….."
There was a moment of silence. "Well I'm not your son so …" Spider-Man shot a web, launching himself out of the room. "I'll go on ahead!" The vigilante shouted as he left the lair.
"We should probably go help-" Leonardo attempted to follow suit.
"Yamei!" Splinter commanded, and his sons instantly got to their knees and bowed. "Not only did you disobey me, you created a threat that's wreaking havoc on the surface! If you're to be protectors, the first rule is to do no harm!"
"We're sorry Master Splinter, we don't know how it happened either." Donnatello answered. "It's not like we left anything behind. Our weapons, our shurikens, the T-Pod…." His intelligent son paused, looking at Michelangelo incredulously. "You DO have the T-Pod on your, right Mikey?"
"Of course I do, I have right-" Michelangelo felt along his belt, and kept patting himself for an uncomfortable amount of time. "Or….I may have, sort of, definitely dropped it during the fight."
"MIKEY!"
"Come on, you know I can't be trusted with nice things!"
"ENOUGH!" He slammed his staff, his sons silencing themselves. "You are all to blame for this mess, disobeying me in the first place." He glared at them all. "So you will clean up your mess and stop this Baxter Stockman before he causes any more damage. For everyone hurt by him will be on you all. They are all your responsibility."
"We know Sensei, we know all too well." Leonardo sighed as his head sunk even lower. "Donnie, you're the tech guy, any ideas."
"The T-Pod's chip is constantly updating and upgrading, which is likely how he has such advanced gear now." Donetello thought it over. "We just have to separate the T-Pod from his suit and it'll just be an oversized broken toaster."
"Alright, we have a plan, let's go kick his metal but!" Raphael shouted as he began running.
"Remember my sons." Splinter stated as they stopped. "Do not fight the armor, fight the man within the armor." Just as the ninjas of old had done against samurai.
"Well that's easy, the guy in the suit is just a nerd scrawnier than Donnie, it's going to be cake." Michelangelo noted, which got him a knock in the back in the head by his brainiac son. "What, that's a compliment for you."
"Also, when you come back, your grounding time is doubled." He smiled just a little when he heard them all groan collectively.
"I sort of thought, fixing our mess would be the punish-" Leonardo tried to say.
"Cleaning your mess on your own is what's expected of you." Splinter reiterated. "Not making a mess at all would show growth." Maybe one day they'd get it right.
Baxter looked over the metal suit he was wearing. "Alright, i've got the evil backstory, the power suit, only one thing left … a super villain name!" Something to cement his name in history Now what could be a good name … "Baxtagedon? Nah, that doesn't have a good ring to it. The Bax-man! No, there's no hook. The suitinator? Captain, punch you a lot? NO! That's stupid." Come one, this shouldn't be harder than making a chemical bomb. "I got it! Iron man!"
"LAME!" A voice shouted from above called out and echoed in the air.
"Mikey, you just gave us away!" Turning around, he saw the enemies of the air, Spider-man and those turtle freaks.
"Sorry, but as long as I'm around, I'm going to make sure no one has a name as bad as Spider-Man!" The one in orange shouted.
"Well well well, it seems my arch nemesi's have returned!" He shouted. "Spider-Man and…" Baxter drew a blank. He didn't recall the other's having any special names. "...and his….turtley friends..?"
"Dude, did you even hear what just came out of your mouth?" The blue one run rubbed his forehead
"Well excuse me for not wanting to be rude and call you freaks!" He aimed his arm, a metal claw blasting forward.
"You know, it's nice when a villain's always willing to lend a fella courtesy every once in a while." Spider-Man swung from his web and dodged the claw as the rest of them scattered. "Maybe we can help with the name. How about….the Shockman? Or the TermaBaxter?"
"Leave the naming to the professionals!" The orange out shouted. "… The Stockman Pod?"
"Eh, better than anything else I've heard." Baxter shrugged as he backhanded the red one. "I'll be sure to thank you by squeezing only HALF the life out of you while the other half lays in eternal agony in whatever zoo you crawled out of."
"Actually we came out of the-"
"MIKEY!"
"Right right, my bad." The orange one tried to jump him, only for the Stockman Pod (it grew on him pretty fast) to kick him away. "Ow …. Trackster hits like a tractor."
"Oh come on, you at least go by the name you just gave me! Am I just on mute here!? Is there holes in your brain where information just leaks out!?" Baxter cried out.
"Well there's probably one in Mikey's, the rest of us just can't be bothered." The red one attack his arms, slicing off his claws. "Because our main concern right now is ripping off that suit till we get the little nerdy prize inside."
"Nice try you fools, but this suit is made with my genius in mind!" Stockman shouted.
"And a stolen little gizmo, so you know, you don't get full credit there." Said Spider-Man, as some webs were launched into his face.
"Finders keepers, web head!" Baxter grabbed the web and swung the vigilante around like a wrecking ball and slammed him into the others. "I've tapped into the chip's TRUE potential! No longer is it a simple I-pod, it's an I-Pod that continues to match my ambitions! Observe!" with just a thought, he managed to activate a program in his ripped off claw before reforming a new one. "MOUSER, ATTACK!"
"Mouser?" The Purple one questioned as it flipped over the lasers from his creation.
"Yes, my Mobile Offensive Underground Search Excavation and Retrieval Sentries, although in a pinch, they do make perfect pest control." He smirked. "AKA, the perfect mouse trap, or turtle and spider trap here."
The little metallic creature scratched as it ran forward, only for a web to hit its skull and send it through the window. "I dunno, the name seems like a stretch. Also mice aren't known for much other than speed and bite, something that doesn't work too well against us."
"Oh, you think you're so smart after listing off anything anyone can read off of wikipedia!"
"Well it is a common website, the fact it's the first thing that came to mind instead of a blog Curt Conor's animal trait maxification research may have something to say about your intellectual sources, Stockman Pod." The arachnid stated as they swung in and kicked him in the armored chest.
"I shall not have my intellect questioned by some web headed punk in spandex!" He grabbed the hero's arms and rocketed him into the turtles. "You think I'm just going to let you take back my source of power!? Let you laugh at me and throw me in the garbage like all the cheerleaders did, like all the jocks, like those jerks at the bar! Never again!
"Look dude, I get bullied and stepped on but that's no excuse to violently go against everyone." The web head stood up. "The world isn't fair, but we live in it anyway, so we play by the rules and try to do right."
"Well maybe someone should change the ru-" He cut himself off as the armor began to hum. "Oh you're in for it now, here comes Stockman Pod 2.0!" Baxer shouted as his armor began to grow and expand.
"Huh?!" The blue turned to the purple one. "I thought it was just updating?! How's he getting bigger!? You don't make something from nothing, right!?"
"My best guess, It's the Self assembling chain link co-polymers the chip's designed with merging with the Kraang Tech…it's a mechanical evolution….in a twisted sort of way, it's beautiful." The purple one completely understood how awesome this really was
"So it really is the robot apocalypse." Spider-Man groaned.
"Yes, behold!" He aimed his claws, which began growing sharper and longer with each passing second. "True power!" And then began to fire missiles armed with lasers, so cool!
"Scatter!" The blue one shouted as the explosions began to fly "We need a new attack strategy!"
"If he's gonna grow endlessly we need to stop this before he goes full Mecha Godzilla on us!" Spider-Man shouted. "At this point, anything is worth the try!"
"Follow me, I think I've got something!" They all followed the red turtle as they tried to flee.
"You won't escape the Stockman Pod, I grow from every weakness!"
"You mean aside from the fact you're an insecure geek!?" The Blue one shouted as they attempted to retreat.
"And your glasses only make your face more punchable." The orange one listed off.
"And that you sweater vest is so ugly old grandmas punch you for insuting the name of fine knit wool?" Spider-man called out.
"And that you have the natural name of Backroom Stocker?" The purple one added in.
He growled, a jet based system began to rise him from the ground. "BAXTER! STOCKMAN!"
Timothy read one of his old comic books as he sat next to his apartment window. Everyone always told him the sky was the limit and that he had the chance to do anything, so he chose to enjoy himself reading what he loved.
Sure people called him an overgrown child and in desperate need to grow up, but he was still young! He graduated highschool two years ago, he still had time to enjoy himself before he did the boring adult thing.
"Wingnut … oh yeah …" So cool, punching bad guys, saving the world. If only his own life was as cool as that. If super villains existed he could totally kick their buts with some kung fu moves he's seen in movies.
But sadly, real life was not like that. There weren't any giant battles of epic destiny raging around him. "COME BACK YOU MISERABLE EXCUSES FOR REPTILES!" Blinking, he turned to the sight … and for a second, he thought he was hallucinating.
Four humanoid turtles with weapons were running from a giant metal man, with a red guy swinging around like some kind of … monkey man? It was hard to tell, but he couldn't take his eyes off the situation. "Still showing off your grade school zoology, Lester? At this point I can't help but wonder if you're trying to compensate for something."
"I will squash you like the bug you are!" The robot shouted as it fired some more missiles.
"Arachnid, you were on it earlier man." Okay, not a monkey man, some sort of … Man-Spider? Nah, that sounded dumb. "Guess I should've known grade school science would've been too advanced for you. Anyone that still leaves the price tag on their armor cleary isn't all there."
"Don't strain yourself here thinking about it, Web Head, without that chip he's nothing special. I mean, how many New Yorkers on main street alone want to screw over their bosses?" The purple one whacked at the knee caps. "The common pizza Delivery guy probably thinks about revenge twice a week."
"I am a genius in robotics, you semi aquatic inferior!"
"A genius in robotics that can't do anything without a hundred bucks." The red one joked as he slid under a claw. "Heck, you probably don't even understand half of what's going on with that chip, you just got lucky and never took it off. You'd probably fry your brain trying to comprehend it!"
"The only thing I need to comprehend is that me plus this chip equals your demise!"
"Ouch, it seems even basic math is outside of your range of knowledge." The Man-Spider stuck to a wall, webbing the arms. "At least Mikey could … Wait, where's Mikey?"
Suddenly, an orange turtle popped out of nowhere. "Eat Bees sucka!" He shouted, throwing a bee hive into the robot man's face. "Booyakasha!"
"AHHHH! The Bees! Not the Bees! Not the Bees!" The robot screamed as it waved all around frantically. "Ahh, they're in my eyes! There in my eyes!"
"Wasn't he wearing glasses?" The purple turtle asked.
"Who cares, they're distracting him, grab the pod!" The red turtle shouted as they all rushed forwards like one might lean mean green machine…and red and blue for the Spider dude he guessed. Either way, what was happening before him was the stuff out of legend!
The orange one used some sick looking nunchuck to strike the bot in the middle while the purple one whacked it in the head. The Red one kept stabbing it in the leg while the blue one sliced the arms in pieces. "NOOOOO!" The robot man roared as the spider-guy went to the shiny red circle in the middle of there.
"This song is way out of date." Timothy watched as the machine stopped glowing, the body falling to the ground. "And that's a wrap folks." The Man-Spider pulled away the beehive, launching it away. "So Stockman, anything left to say?"
"...Ah…we call it a draw?" The skinny guy in the robot said hesitantly.
"I'll tell you what, we don't drop you in a trash can this time." The blue one smirked
"Really?" The man said hopefully.
"Yep, we're just going to web you to the wall upside down and you'll wait for the police to get you down." Man-spider explained. "You know, since you showed your face all over the news and everything."
"Damn it, I knew I should've worn a helmet." The bad guy grumbled as he was webbed. "This also isn't the first time I've been strung upside down, but I swear it'll be the last!"
"Sure thing Dexter Labmen, whatever you say."
"BAXTER, STO-" The man's mouth was webbed up.
"So … cool." Timothy watched the event with sparkly eyes. "Super heroes, real life superheroes!" This was the best day of his life, learning about this stuff. Now he knew it was possible.
"Donnie, I trust you to properly dispose of this." The Man-Spider handed over an I-Pod.
"Come on, I can still save the chip and study it, maybe even make that tan-"
"Allow me." The red one took one of those giant forks he carried and pierced the little device. "It's for the good of everyone."
"Definitely." The blue one nodded. "Now come on, we've gotta go ahead and live out our grounding." Who grounds super heroes?