Spider-Man swung through the city after his first day of school was over and getting back home. He forgot how dull school could be during the first couple of days when getting back into the groove of things. Having an excellent swing and kicking some butt seemed like a way to get back into the world of not being lazy. Was wild to think what could be considered a lazy day for himself.
He told Aunt May that he would be returning home a bit late, giving the somewhat truthful, but still lie of needing some exercise.
Alright. Wow, sometimes I forget how much I love this. Though swinging around and crawling across the building, Peter has a good time moving around in the most entertaining ways possible.
While having fun, naturally, it didn't last too long as police sirens could be heard. Oh darn. Never any rest for the spider-themed heroes of the world. Well, me. I'm the only spider person. I think. Wonder what would happen if another animal got spider powers? Like a monkey? That would be amazing. I wanna team up with a monkey spider. Maybe they could be my sidekick? The Spider Two! Out to protect NYC. He thought while following the sirens. When getting closer, an explosion could be heard. Why are there so many explosions in this city? Peter wondered, moving in and seeing the culprit. What?
The person causing all of the trouble wore a red and white suit. Along with underwear on the outside. Huh. Seems like we've got a Canadian having a meltdown. Not very plight. Peter thought while jumping down to stop the criminal.
"Excuse me, eh, would you please stop rampaging? We could have maple syrup?" He suggested it was hard to tell the person's reaction for their ridiculous mask hiding any facial expressions.
"What?" The person asked, turning around bewildered.
"I'm so sorry, you mustn't have heard me. Would-" He was then rudely cut off.
"I heard you, funny guy." The person replied, charging at Peter to smack him. In response, Spidey jumped and of the way of kicking them into a wall once landing behind them, causing a hole to be formed.
"Ouch! That's gotta hurt!" Peter exclaimed.
The person, however, walked out of the hole in the wall unphased."Not in the slightest, actually." They replied and punched the shocked Spider-Man back about 10 feet nearly.
I wasn't expecting that. Peter thought, checking himself to see if he was inquired.
"Guess you've got weights in Canada." Peter joked.
"I haven't been to Canada spider guy." The person replied, going to attack again.
Peter webbed them up. "Shame, you got the colour scheme down pat! If your not the Candian, what should I call you mystery villain?"
They snapped free from the webs. "The Lotter!" They shouted trumpet, trying to hop to reach spidey, who jumped into the air to avoid another attack.
"Seriously? What kind of name is that? Do you loot when riots are happening? Is there an unknown riot going on right now? You know, people like you give riots a bad name. And all the others rioting. You know what, I'm just going to stop your little crime spree right now!" Spider-Man proclaimed, cracking the villain across the face. This hurt more than expected but seemed to do damage to them.
Peter then jumped around him, webbing up Lotter and smashed his body into the criminal. With that, the suit the villain was wearing got damaged. In response, Lotter tried to back free from the webbing. Spider-Man noticed this and gave Lotter more webbing, then they'd know what to do with making them unable to move now.
"Looks like the Lotter has been, Lotted? No, that doesn't make sense. Do you happen to have any puns?" Peter asked.
"You catching me doesn't matter. I'll escape in no time." Lotter proclaimed, trying to stand up.
Peter shook his head. "Word of advice, don't share evil plans to the hero."
"Crime Master will help me. I'm owed, I completed my goal, right under your nose." Lotter then said cockily.
"Crime Master? You work for whoever they are? And what did you pull?" Peter asked while looking around, noticing Lotter had stolen from somewhere inside of a building. The police began approaching slowly while Spidey went inside of the building. A tunnel could be found.
Say, this reminds me of that business with Hammerhead a few months back. He looked inside, finding an empty vault and no other ways out of the place. Lotter must have had an accomplice. Where else did this money go? Spider-sense would tell me if it was something dangerous, so it's gotta be money, but how? Spider-Man came out of the secret place, finding the police waiting outside.
Making matters more confusing and unpleasant. Lotter broke free from the webs and seemed bulletproof. What happened next seemed like a joke, but it was, in fact, real. Lotter had a balloon appear from his back that lifted them away from the bewildered police firing at it failing to do anything.
"What the heck was that?" Peter couldn't help but say out loud, seeing a person escape via balloon. It was a fast-moving on heading above the buildings, so web-swinging wouldn't be an option. And leaving wouldn't be best just yet anyway, as all the cops then turned to Spidey.
Oh no.
"Where's the money that nut stole?" One of the cops asked.
"Excellent question. It seems like that floating person had a helper," Spider-Man replied, looking around, hoping he was wrong about his thoughts and would spot the money.
Another cop shook her head. "I don't see anyone. Would've seen someone, their bags of cash were right there." The female officer pointed out.
"Invisibility and teleportation are common powers, you know," Spidey replied, shrugging his shoulders. Then noticed the cops were all staring at him. "I'm sure if you like check security cameras, you'll see something. I can say for a fact I did nothing."
"Little paranoid, aren't we?" One cop asked.
"He did get framed in the past." Another pointed out.
Spider-Man sighed. "Listen, gang, I love hanging out, but I'm sure others need their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man guy, person. Good day, all." He finished saying awkwardly and swung away. It was clear police were split down the middle with their thoughts on Spidey. Not to mention, sometimes the pressure of being questioned and judgement done by cops could get to a guy. Especially a teenager who already had a ton of worries on the brain.
Elsewhere in NYC, the Daily Bugle was hard at work, and Fredrick Foswell was trying to make breakthroughs on The Crime Master case.
Robby Robertson approached him. "Hey, you got any updates?" He asked, referring to cases he was working on. Foswell worked primarily on organized crime, trying to expose criminal activities. Current ones being looked into for the Bugle were Fisk, A gang lord named The Owl and, of course, The Crime-Master, who he put his most work into.
"No. Can't find a damn thing on this Crime Master. Not even a money trail. Something feels different about this, Master. Hard to explain." Foswell said, rubbing the back of his head.
Robby sat down. "I'm all ears. Always open for a mystery." He chirped.
Foswell smiled for a moment, then got down to business. "This person doesn't have a money trail, right? I'm starting to think that there isn't any money being made from criminal operations here. No drugs, gun-running, human trafficking, counterfeit, hell, not even donors or partners. Nothing. If they've got money, it's all in cash from robberies, or our person here is rich beyond belief, which could potentially narrow down exactly who we're dealing with here. All that leads to my current theory, I'm starting to think our Crime Master isn't a typical criminal mastermind. Tons of pieces of this puzzle are still missing. We might be witnessing the rise of the next biggest danger to the whole city here, Robby." Foswell explained with his smile dwelling away.
"Sounds huge, not something JJ's going to print, however. I believe you but find some evidence. Carefully." Robby reminded him, knowing Foswell for almost 15 years now.
Foswell chuckled. "When am I not careful?"
"I can name a least 4 times you nearly got yourself killed," Robby said, smirking.
"Can't recall 4, maybe once. Though, I personally feel I had those bikers at my mercy from my wits." He claimed sarcastically.
Robby laughed. "You tell yourself that." He walked off to check on another employee, Ned Leeds.
While he did, Foswell got a text. It was from police contact. Unknown to JJ and Robby, typically, confidential sources were not always appreciated. For Fredrick, they were critical sometimes to creaking cases finding leads that would eventually lead to evidence. The said text was a heads up about the Looter, who appeared to have ties to Crime-Master, but more details would have to be discovered to confirm this. It was still yet a mystery, one he'd need help with.
After stopping a few more crimes, Peter began heading home before witnessing another odd sight related to flying. I have to be high. Peter thought upon seeing an old man flying in the air like a bird with enormous wings having sharp objects attached. It seemed like a durable material, couldn't tell exactly what they were made of from a simple glance. With a sight like this, investigation would be required.
Peter tried swinging to keep up with the man, which seemed easy enough for now. "Hey there, do you have a flying permit?" He asked.
"What the devil? Spider-Man?" The flying man asked.
"Don't like the speaking of the devil, and yes, I am Spider-Man thank you for pointing that out. Who might you be?" Spidey asked.
"Busy. Leave me alone, young man, I have an important task to complete." He replied, shaking his head at Spidey's foolery.
Spider-Man didn't listen to the request. "You know, typically, when I see someone flying around with a sharp object attached to their back, I make it my personal business to douse whatever trouble you may be intending to cause." He explained while the man was trying to escape from listening to Peter ramble on. "Share what your task is about, and I'll leave you be!"
"It's private!" The elderly man cried, zooming away quickly.
Spider-Man kept up in the chase, leaping out of the way of firecapes giving more speed and launching himself into the air through force continuing that. The flying man was incredibly fast, but Peter's knowledge of the city kept him up to speed, even ahead in some regards. Spidey then decided to web one of the wings, hopefully ending this chase to get some answers. Knocking the wing off-balance nearly caused the man to crash. Peter expected this and was able to stop impact via a comfy web to bang into.
"Now. How about your start talking, Mr. Birdman." Peter said, beginning to web up the man.
"You've become an annoyance. I can't let you interfere! I'd rather not harm you, but you're forcing my hand!" The old man shouted, trying to break free. "I'll be a fugitive anyways soon."
Spidey made a shocked face with his hands. "I'd accept that as proof you're a supervillain. Would you like to deny that?" Peter asked, wondering about what answer would be given.
"I'm not. My enemy is the real villain!" He exclaimed.
"Really? Who is your enemy then? Perhaps I could help you out. I'm in the habit of helping people." Peter said, putting his hands on his hips.
The birdman shook his head. "Ozcorp is true evil. You'd not understand. I can tell you're a mere child. You see in black and white, while I see grays." He explained.
"You see the world in grey? Jeez, might wanna get that checked." He joked.
He grunted and finally broke free-flying up into the air blowing back Peter with the power of the wings. "You forced me to change plans slightly!" He shouted, zooming away.
Thanks for not activating Spider-sense! He thought, get up and looking to where the flying man went. Then realized an educated guess would be heading towards Ozcorp from what was said. Didn't seem like that guess was correct however, not a sight could be seen in that direction. A flying birdman would be noticeable. Must have gone the other way. Would what's his plans besides attacking Ozcorp. I should inform Captain Stacy, can't keep watch I've gotta get home. Have to love this busy life of mine. He expressed to himself, sighing then starting to swing home. Then wondered if perhaps he should check on Harry, could also prove beneficial in the off chance the old man attacked there. He seemed to hate Ozcrop, which could've led right back to wanting revenge on the family. Which made Peter realize, the direction the old man was heading was indeed their penthouse. He then quickly changed course. Going home and having a break would have to wait.
Harry Osborn sat on the couch, quite uncomfortable by the new security team. None of them had any life coming from their souls seemingly. Kinda like they were robots. If he was drunk, he indeed would've tried spilling water on one and seeing what happened. Fortunately, he was hungover and had some logic based thoughts. At the very least, he felt safe having them for the short time they've been around. Everything seemed fine. However, flapping of wings could be heard approaching outside, which was an odd sound the guards naturally gravitated towards.
"Stay away from the windows." One of them expressed and motioned two to move the young Osborn to safety.
As they proceed to do so, wings slashed through the balcony creating enough space for the figure to fly into the penthouse blowing back the guards into walls and shelves, causing a tremendous amount of damage. After that move, he moved towards the young Harry Osborn hiding in a corner revealing seemingly weapons from his shoulders that shot out nets. These tangled up the remaining guards.
"Come with me willingly, and you'll not be harmed." The old man said.
Harry shook his head repeatedly. "No way, bird brain!" He shouted, trying to toss something at the man who got annoyed.
Spider-Man then hopped into the place and pulled him backwards, bringing him to the ground. This allowed the man to zoom towards Spidey, but he avoided the attack as the old man crashed back right through to outside.
Peter webbed up the entrance of where the flying man got in from. Doing this made it, so the man struggled for at least a few seconds to slash through the webs. Spider-Man grabbed Harry lifting him up with that extra time, bringing the young man to the stairwell.
"Hey, man! That was embarrassing!" Harry cried ungratefully.
Peter cleared his throat and tried talking extremely deep, so Harry wouldn't piece together his identity. "Listen, young man! You would have certainly been killed in that infernal place. Would you have liked that sonny boy?" He asked, trying to change up his speech too so Harry wouldn't clue in.
"Did you hit your head or something, dude?" He asked, looking bewildered.
"What possible thought process couldn't have led to such an unexpected conclusion as that, my dear boy? Nevermind, we just need to get moving this train." He said, trying his best to sound like a confused diffuse to confuse his friend.
Harry followed Spidey down the stairs, rubbing his chain. "Say, you remind me of my friend. Real dweb type of guy, I'm sure you'd get along." He pointed out.
Darn. Guess I wasn't careful enough. Peter though realizing his plan had backfired. He then came up with another thought, which he expressed aloud. "Hey, stay put, please and thanks. I figured that bird guy would be chasing us down here, but it seems not. Call 911, in the off chance they're not on their way." Spidey rushed back to the penthouse, checking where the attacker went off to.
"Yellow? Birdman?" Peter asked, looking around, finding Harry's whole-home trashed and a couple of the guards getting back up. "Guess we scared off that wacko!" He said, putting his hands on his hips.
"What happened to my home!" Harry cried, showing up behind Spidey.
"Though I told you to stay a safe distance?" Peter pointed out, disappointed.
Harry crossed his arms, looking inside of his home. "Flying guy is gone, and my house is completely screwed! Dad is going to be so pissed about this. That creep is going to get into so much trouble now. Hope I don't." He remarked.
"All that matters is your safety. If your father is any good, he'll see that and be happy." Peter pointed out to his friend, without him knowing, of course.
"You don't know my dad." He reminded Spidey, which, from his perspective, was correct.
Spider-Man nodded while looking around. Seemed like his guards were getting back up, so he made his leave. Checking outside for the flying man. I'm on a roll today, let two baddies escape and couldn't stop my best friend's home from getting completely trashed. At least he's safe. Likely was going to be used for blackmail. I should check Ozcorp. It might be his next target. Peter, though then called MJ.
"Let me guess, you're out chasing a supervillain?" She asked knowingly.
"You'd correct. Got a flying weirdo in a bird suit. Tried to take Harry, my friend Harry. I've got good luck with friends." He remarked sarcatacily.
MJ snickered. "You have me, might wanna reteach that statement."
"Okay, haha." He replied jokingly.
"By the way, I'm aware of your bird guy issue. Got spotted a few minutes ago. People started questioning it, so figured you'd have to be chasing him around. Hope he isn't dangerous. Getting your ass kicked on your first day back at school really isn't a great way of ending your time." MJ remarked in a very sarcastic tone.
"Not more than usual. And thanks for all the sarcasticness. Must be rubbing off on you. Anyways, listen, I called cause I'm worried about Aunt May. She's not home, right?"
"You know she isn't. Calm down, Peter having a heart attack mid-air, and your age wouldn't be recommended from me."
Peter smirked. "You know I can't. It's physically nearly impossible. Unless I was a drug addict, and I know you'd kick my butt harder than any villain could if I was. So no problem there."
"Have any smart people researched the differences between superhumans?" She asked.
"Not yet, no. However, I've got superpowers to remember, so it could actually make my heart stronger. Has made me physically better for all parts of my body."
"All?" She asked, implying a joke.
Before Peter could respond, he saw the flying birdman fire a missile into Ozcorp, creating a hole large enough for him to fit. Along with that, it seemed like Captain Stacy brought a lot of cops outside.
"Sorry! I gotta go, the supervillain might be fighting with the police, and he's got rockets!" Peter exclaimed, hanging up speeding towards the hole, trying to cut off the guy and webbed his wings pushing him into a wall.
"Blowing and entering isn't legal, you know." Peter joked, trying to web up flying man again. Still, he learned to be faster, slashing through the webbing breaking free swiping Spidey away.
"Adrian! You must stop this madness!" A scared, timid voice cried out.
"Ah, Otto. Can't believe you still are here, doing extra time even. Your talent has been wasted by this disgusting. Stop wasting yourself away!" Adrian cried out, proceeding to break some equipment.
"Please stop! My latest project, my grand dream, just like yours, is in here. Don't break my arms!" He pleated.
He frowned. "I'm disappointed you'd think that, old friend. I'm just here to settle the score. Take me to work or burn it if I must!"
Spider-Man leaped back over in front of the man named Otto. "I won't let you ruin everything in this lap." He protested, trying to keep the man safe unclear if the man named Adrian might attack.
"Just leave me alone!" He shouted, preparing to blowback Spidey and the other man. Still, he expected this countering by leaping out of the way and grabbing the scared man.
As that man yelled in fear, Peter brought him to an exit.
"Please don't harm him! He's just angry about what this company did to him." He explained.
"Not an excuse for putting lives on the line." Spidey shot back and rushed back, finding the man continuing to attempt to destroy nearly everything in sight. Spider-Man webbed into him and flung himself at his enemy, smacking him across his face. "Let's just surrender, would you please?" He asked.
The man had enough of Spidey's antics and began slashing at him.
"Very. Rude." Peter responded, smacking him around.
The old man flew up in the air. "Curse your young body, at the peak of its life. I envy every movement and breathe you effortlessly take for granted. I'm sickened by how pitiful I've become in this state. Your insistence of trying to stop me has shown I need to stop living like someone who's expecting to keep living free and in peace!" He declared, zooming around and revealing small bombs, all of which he began tossing around, causing minor explosions. Rubble began falling, Spidey then webbed up the ceiling, hoping to keep it secure until a better solution could be found to hold it up. This took a decent amount of time, long enough for the flying man to make his escape.
Again! Come on me. This is just ridiculous. I'm in an endless chase with this guy. That dude who moved at super-speed and a crime boss was more comfortable to bring down than this old man! I've lost my touch, I need to get home. Not a clue where he could be heading next. Going to have to wait until he strikes next. Can't face captain Stacy or Norman Osborn after this big of a mess. I'm just going to head home for now. What else is your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man going to do? He questioned himself, disappointed by his performance.
The longest chapter, then usually, with my newer projects, I might keep that up. We'll see.
(Warning, criticizing my work/self inbound) I must confess as I try to be transparent (Better or for worse), I'm finding this series challenging to write about for some reason. I love Spider-Man. He's my favourite character in all media. I'll eat up anything Spidey related. I'll usually criticize, though lol. Not all the time. However, I think Spidey's having better luck in the writing department. Not from me, however, I feel.
I hold myself up high, as said before. Mainly for my fav character. For whatever reason, I'm losing the drive for this series. Feel like my writing is low, and you could find better stories about this character. Now, I'll be kinder to myself. I know for my thoughts that the later work is going to be much more exciting. Looking most forward to vol 5 and 6. The final two. Which is still what? At my current writing speed, 3 years? I'm looking forward to 3 and 4 as well. Just I looked forwards to 2 once, now that excitement has died for the most part. I'm not sure why. Personally, I feel like the more exciting stories will come for this vol, but I feel shitty and dumb for having it be such a drag. I'm the slow burn type of person. My payoffs are meant to make all the events leading to there to be more meaningful. I'd instead not always write like this, but I find it hard not to. I'm always thinking of what comes next.
Deadest honesty, I felt I screwed up bad after the first about 9/10 chapters. So badly, in fact, this foundation is crappy. With a shitty foundation, it's going to fall apart. Who wants to read so much crap to get good by the half-ish way though vol 2? If even. If you skip, you miss a lot of setup and character work. In between all of that is a lot of bad content, with some good. I enjoy this series in concept. I've got future plans that hinge on all this work for the first vol. So much will come back and be critical. I feel as if nobody will even notice. Or care to reread parts. So, whoops.
All this is to say, I personally don't feel like writing for Spider-Man is my wheelhouse. I've come to understand that perhaps writing for your fav character doesn't always mean quality. Let's take Dan Slott. He loves Spider-Man, but a lot of his run is shit. (Not including superior Spider-Man, that was a great series once looked at in full) He's not necessarily a bad writer. It just might not be his strength fully like other books. Not the best example, but the only one that came to mind.
My point is, I've written two fanfics for Batwoman. The tv show. Which I don't really say I hate ******* hate it, lol. Hell, I'm going to make a rewrite on Youtube in the future, a third version that is all different. Batwoman is one of the worst shows I've ever seen in my whole life. It's also the funniest unintentionally. Also, the most I've hated and laughed at a tv show. Or any story for that matter. My point is, I love writing about all the many ways to fix it/ improve on it. It's my wheelhouse. Crime related stuff, lovey stuff, drama, mysteries that are large parts of the story, exploration into the human mind, LGBTQ/current issues from a different balanced perspective. I'm gay, so.
Seriously, I don't fully grasp exactly how I write so much better and more engaged for something that drives me mad. I no joke can't keep finding new broken things in those 20 episodes. For Spidey, I struggle to tell stories with him that I find exciting. I'd rather any day to write for him, and yet I can't get it done correctly. Or even find the motivation a lot. *sigh* I've been cursed by Batwoman. Nobody even gives a shit about it from a logical pov. It's either "Dis good, cause. It's got. Um…... It's good, okay, it's got all this talking and character and heart and stuff" Then, lmao group/wtf haha. I'm part of that group and trying to understand the series group. I'm the only member, I think.
My confusing statement I'm trying to make boils down to, why can't I write Spidey? I can write about trying to fix trash. And a bunch of other stuff many people wouldn't typically find enjoyable for Spidey. I'm not smart scientist wise, action or really that funny. I think idk. The point is, I'm not a good Spidey writer. Not to worry, I'll power through the series despite this long expression of how much of a failure I feel when writing for this character. Moral of the story, idk. Should've gone with my sequel idea only? Na, I'm overall happy I started this journey on Fanfic. I love writing, and despite how much I dislike my work in the past, I can see improvement.
Along with knowing some better storylines are on the horizon, maybe I just hit a creative roadblock? Hopefully, I'll get over that. Tis the plan.
(Writing this with "Roxas Theme/The Other Promise" in the background is fitting and now Ven's Theme. I like sad music help. Well, actually, I just like Kingdom Hearts music now and memes. And the opening and ending for Kingdom Hearts 2. And some other parts too. It's mainly insane, which I like lol)
Wow. That was long. A long woman, perhaps? Lol?
Anyway, that's all for now. Hope you all enjoyed it. This series won't go anywhere unless I do. I'm not so yeah.
Best wishes, everyone.