"AAW FUCK! YOU BROKE MY FOOT YOU BITCH!", a young man who seemed to be above average height and rather attractive looking along with having a more medium build exclaimed in pain. His dirty all blue school uniform wrinkled as he clenched his foot.
A young woman, albeit appearing to be older, who stood far below him in terms of height looked at him in genuine confusion. She wore a similar uniform albeit having a black skirt that went to her knees. "Uh... dude, are you serious?", she tilted her head.
She looked up the moment she heard foot steps, Bullet Spider was walking down the brick wall of the alleyway wearing his actual suit, albeit she could notice a few new stitches along with the vest being brand new, having a new white spider on it. "The hell happened here?"
"This fucking loser tried to stab me!", the young woman exclaimed angrily as she pointed at the switchblade on the ground.
Bullet Spider looked at the young man then looked back at her. "Seriously? Why?"
"I don't fucking know."
"This stupid whore led me on for months!", the bespectacled young man on her floor exclaimed.
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!"
Bullet Spider looked at her and then back at the young man. "Dude? Seriously? I hope you don't mind me saying this but... you couldn't even stab someone who isn't even above five feet?"
"That's exactly what I thought.", she says crossing her arms.
The young man looked away. "She got lucky."
"Dude, she broke your fucking foot. How does that even happen.", Bullet Spider shook his head before looking at her. "Can I get your name?"
"Uh... my name is Jocelyn Pierre.", she stated as Bullet Spider nodded and gestured her to walk away, to which she gave a measly thumbs up and walked away.
"Get the fuck back here you stupid-", he was swiftly batted on the side of his head by Bullet Spider, who seemed to let out a long groan of annoyance.
"I have been around for like what? A couple of months? Yeah, a few months and I've never seen anyone suck so badly.", Bullet Spider said as he had picked up the switch blade. "Oh and a tip, don't go overhand."
"How did-"
He slid the blade back into place before switching it right back out and stabbing where the woman would've been. "It's underhand, not overhand. Anyways.", as Bullet Spider was done messing with him, he kicked him so hard in the face he could hear his nose and glasses break, then shortly after he fell to the ground unconscious.
"Seriously man."
Bullet Spider was sitting on top of the police precinct in the financial district eating a hotdog with his mask rolled up. Another one rested in his hand as he looked at Yuri, who rested her arms against the railing. "Sooo, what about our guy."
Yuri let out an exhausted sigh. "His name is Kenny Whelan, he's been reported by a couple of girls in the past for stalking them and harassing them online. We couldn't really arrest him as he didn't seem to have any intentions to physically harm them, but with Joycelyn's statement he can be charged with attempted murder. Thing is, mentally there isn't anything wrong with him, he's just-"
"A basement dwelling incel?"
"Yeah, he's one of those guys.", the police captain states rubbing her eyebrow. "There's nothing else of note of this guy, so you can go."
"Hot dog?", Bullet Spider handed her the hotdog he hasn't eaten yet, Yuri just smiled and took the hotdog from his hand. "Alright, great talkin to ya Yuri.", he slid off the railing and plummeted towards the street, swinging off on a web rope.
"Yesterday went pretty well I think, Shocker wasn't that hard to deal with again and I got to have an uninterrupted date with Maya.", Jonah thinks to himself as he simply let his body run on auto pilot, skillfully maneuvering through small gaps between buildings.
Considering his body was basically moving reflexively, he almost missed the roof of midtown, swinging back around and landing ontop. "Let's hope they buy the stomach issues excuse again.", he says as he quickly changed out of his suit and hopped back to the door with a stomp as he forced his foot into his right shoe.
Grabbing his backpack while shifting his suit underneath a box for later, he entered his high school again. "Jesus, sometimes I forget to even come to this goddamn school. Thank god for the online assignments."
After exiting the stairwell in the most subtle way possible, he slipped right back into the halls of Midtown. The echoing of footsteps coming from a different section of the building rang in his ears as he sighed. "Maybe I could just turn around and leave still."
"I mean with your attendance record so far, I doubt it.", Jonah turned to see Harry Osborn leaning against the lockers. He hadn't missed seeing his face, there was something about the way he walked, talk and even stood that made the ruby eyed young man angry.
"I didn't ask for your input, Osborn.", Jonah spits out with enough anger and venom that he'd probably kill him if it was tangible.
The star athlete looked at him in disappointment. "Real talk, what did I ever do to make you so... angry at me? Even when I first transferred all you did was hate me."
"Maybe it's the fact that your dear old dad and his company are a source for suffering?", Jonah states without an ounce of a filter. "They're making weapons for our military sure, but it's not like they're doing anything to help the guys down here for reals."
"Well-"
"Besides that, the shit that happened with the Lizard, Electro and the Sandstorm also showed they're shit when it comes to people. Actual employees or not.", Jonah says interrupting him with a blank expression.
Harry looked away with what appeared to be shame. "I know, but both of those were accidents, honestly."
"Accidents that cause crazy ass fucks to come out? Oh and let's not skip the Green Goblin, god knows where he is.", the resident troublemaker comments with a false smile on his face. "He has quite the amount of Oscorp tech, huh?"
"You can't seriously blame me for shit like that.", Harry protested, he was genuinely shocked at his way of thinking. "I mean, you're a smart guy, why blame me for it?"
"For being the son of Norman Osborn, you don't even try to convince him to change the company for better.", Harry could tell that the anger slowly died down. "I get it, you're trying to be a good son and do things in your own way. But you're basically the only person he'd listen to, and nothing."
"Wow... really?", once again, Harry was shocked at his way of thinking. But this time, he could understand why he would think this way.
"I don't hate you because you're a rich kid, I hate you because you don't do anything of worth.", Jonah sighs as he walked away back to his class, only for him to realize that he'd have to make it to a different class soon once he glanced a look at the clock.
Harry looked at him walk away, he was not only stunned that he'd actually have a conversation but just how... honest he was about it. "Nothing of worth.", an idea popped into his head... it may not be a good idea, but it's an idea.
Perching ontop of the roof of the school wearing his spider suit, Bullet Spider scanned the ground before shooting a web rope and swinging away. Earning a glances and pictures taken as he did so. "Fuckin Osborn, why do I need to justify myself to him?", he hissed internally as he picked up his phone and answered a call. "Sup MJ?"
["Im gonna be a little late back home, I'm picking up some sandwiches from the deli you like."]
"Number eight with the-"
["Number eight with the triple serving of jalapeño hot sauce with an energy drink, got it."]
"How'd you know-"
["You live with me dum dum, I know about your increasing addiction to monsters."]
"It's not an addiction! I can quit at anytime."
["Uh huh, anyways, I'll see you at home Junkrat.", Jonah could hear her snickering to herself as she hung up.
"Man...", Bullet Spider swiftly landed ontop of a billboard as he sighed. "... nah, I don't have an addiction.", the arachnid stated as he tapped the toes of his boots. "Hmm... since nothing major is happening at the moment, might as well get some of my own intel in Hammerhead... first stop."
Faster than the eye could perceive, Bullet Spider rushed through the city of New York, now expertly weaving through the small gaps between buildings before catching himself and slingshotting forward. Catching himself on a brick wall, he looked at the entrance of Pale Horse Ridez to see one of the workers there smoking a cigarette before noticing him.
"What the fuck!", the man pulled out a gun, the spider wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by him as he just landed onto the ground. "L-Listen, we've been doing what you said and pulled back all our stuff! Promise!"
"Relax, bitch. I'm here to talk to your boss about something.", Bullet Spider shot a web at the gun, which seemed to be apart of the single action brand. "Nice gun, thought they stopped selling those. Now move it rat.", he roughly pushed the man aside with enough force to send him into a line of parked motorcycle.
Casually strutting through the same hall he once threw a man down, he entered the workshop to see the half finished APC. "Hey there gentlemen, what's it been? Three weeks?", Bullet Spider nonchalantly and abruptly interrupted their work and earned a few guns aimed at him as a result. "Woah there! Relax! I ain't here to kill you... yet."
The sounds of heavy footsteps were heard as the tall, albino wall of muscle exited his office and looked at the spider. "What brings you here?"
"Oh y'know, since I'm free, I wanna talk business. The Hammerhead kind.", Bullet Spider said casually, Tombstone tilted his head before gesturing forward as he entered his office. To which Bullet Spider leapt through the opened APC and landing right in front of the entrance, slipping in and popping his knuckles.
"Hammerhead huh? Heard you took down some of his joints, gotta say, I was impressed.", Tombstone said as he took a swig of a literal jug of alcohol. To which the spider was... perplexed. "Reminded me of this guy I dealt with, went by the Punisher."
"Yeah. Don't care.", Bullet Spider waved this off. "I didn't come here to ask about a friend, I'm asking where Hammerhead could be."
Tombstone looked at him with a nod. "You've been looking in the wrong places, Spider. The places you've been hitting were establishments that didn't migrate underground.", despite not being able to see his face, he could tell that he was extremely confused. "Guess you didn't catch word, well that does show that Hammerhead and everyone involved are learning how to operate under your radar."
"Huh, really?", Bullet Spider tilted his head in a certain way, even with his lenses Tombstone could still see two red dots begin to glow for the briefest of seconds. "Thanks for the tip."
Without another word he walked out of the office, he could hear the sound of a body being thrown up against the wall as his boots faded away. "These guys must've really screwed him over if he's this angry about it.", Tombstone was partially glad that anger wasn't directed at him at least... for now anyways.
Harry Osborn looked around as he was slowly descending in an elevator, he swallowed nothing in anticipation as it began to burn away at his own determination. "Let's hope they're willing…"
A soft ding was heard as he exited the elevator and into a subterranean level of the Oscorp tower. He looked around at the cold facility that had two halls facing the opposite directions. "Oh, Mr. Osborn! What brings you here?"
Harry looked over to see a man in his late thirties with brunette hair, a prosthetic arm what you'd imagine to be a stereotypical attire for a scientist.
"oh uh.", Harry paused for a moment before looking at the man. "Doctor Connors… you guys have been experimenting on that adapting biosuit for a while… right?"
Harry barely noticed Connors expression drop. "Uh… yes, why?"
"Have you done any field test?", Harry asked as he finally regained his composure, standing confidently.
"No, we haven't gotten around to any yet- wait, don't tell me.", Connors looked at him in shock. "Mr. Osborn, you- you can't just bond to one of them, they're uh-, not ready."
"Who knows? Maybe they are ready.", Harry says as he shrugged. "The only time you were set back was with that red one, right?"
"Yes, it's unstable and we can't get a proper host for it without the host dying-"
"Then give me the progenitor.", Harry says sternly as Connors gulped, nodding and gesturing him to follow along. Harry indeed followed the single armed man down a hall and into a door, entering it he saw a giant tank covered in a metal sheet.
"This is the only working… uh, prototype bio armor.", he grabbed a medium sized container from a counter and put it into a circular slot in the tank. "Considering Doctor Brock left the project to work on the other armors, it's been increasingly difficult to recreate this."
"How many other are there, besides the red one of course.", Harry asked curiously.
"There were a dozen until a test went wrong, a fire broke out and burned the other samples so now we're back with two.", Connors said as he handed him the same container, it was had a small glass pane that showed some… oily black creature slithering around.
"Are you sure about this, Mr. Osborn?", Connors asked as he scratched his head. "Doctor Magnus… probably won't like this."
"Dont care.", Harry says as he turned the top of the container to pop it up, almost instantly the black mass slithered or and began enveloping Harry. Dropping the container, the black creature wrapped itself around Harry from head to toe.
Connors backed away as Harry began thrashing around aggressively. "S-S-So c-c-cold!", Harry stuttered as two white splotches began to fade into existence as white spikes formed along the writhing tendrils.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
/End/