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The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man Season 1: (Issue 6: One's Mistakes)
Jan-15th-10:44 AM- Midtown High School, Library- 2010…
"You're…You're killing us, dude…" Harry groans. So did a few other students. A week from now the midterm exams are being held. After a couple of months for Peter was…questioning himself. At the time of hearing Ben Urich mentioning "Kingpin" hadn't crossed his mind nor even thought of an underground crime boss in charge of most crime happening all over New York to here in areas of Queens to Manhattan from Hell's Kitchen, not as bad but often of small crimes. But once hearing this Kingpin, it brought a question for Peter. 'Did…Did he cause the hit on my Uncle Ben? Or robbery gone wrong? Escape routes?! What happened?!' He thinks to himself but stops as he puts a smug look on his best friend while having a Science textbook up.
"Sorry, dude. Just my thing! I mean, c'mon, bro we gotta pass. You gotta pass. Besides, it's…actually easy honestly."
"Uhhh, for you. Not me, dude." Harry countered.
"Well, you overthink too much my friend. Don't think too much. Go with your guts! The same can go for all of you. Now let's go over this again. Nice and slow…" Peter encouraged Harry before then proceeded tutoring everyone else present there for the exams. Harry thought for the moment. Maybe he was thinking too much. Sure, he's expected to at least score 60 or above, but for now just 60 would do. They spent the remaining time in the Library in Midtown High before the bell rang. Of course the next class is History for Peter while Harry went to Eco, a class he actually excels well at.
Their teacher, with brown hair and green eyes, eyed the classroom of who was present and ready. As the remaining came then Peter went for their seats. He began class by asking everyone to get their books out on Powers and Revolutions for a small talk. However, for Peter, it was a point for him to collect and talk with himself in his head. Something that stuck with him. Not this hero works as Spider-Man but the attack of Oscorp to his Uncle's death. Even just being a year or so ago, it still bothers him. Clawing at the back of his head. Everytime he swung high in the sky, the city night and day. Raining or not. Hot to cold. Hearing that voice. The voice of the one who fled. Killed his Uncle. One aimed his gun at his head. Those words…
"L-Look, Kid, just…J-Just gimme a chance! Please! Just gimme a chance!"
"It wasn't personal, kid. S-See ya-"
"W-Wait…I-I-I didn't have a c-choice! Please, no-"
The voice of a scared, helpless, cowardly, desperate man pleading for a chance. Chance to delay the inevitable. Chance to explain. Chance to say what he needed to say. But Peter, at that time blinded by rage, didn't even let him talk to then didn't save the murderer as he fell to his death. That point changed who he is now. Except for what Ben Urich talked to one man that seemed to grow on Peter for weeks now…
Kingpin.
Kingpin.
Kingpin.
Kingpin.
Kingpin.
Kingpin.
'It…It had to be him. Whoever this guy that he…must've ordered the hit! I remember the way that guy, my "Boss", Caleb said before he got robbed. Because he owed money to the Kingpin! I mean, this isn't a no brainer to figure it out but…why did my Uncle HAD to die?! Why?! I need to find him!'
"There's one thing I would like to say or tell everyone is, what defines someone? Or actually one with all power, what defines them? Well, anything defines someone by power or vice versa. What is the one thing that makes someone powerful is or by power they have, what do they think they are?" The teacher asked. The students didn't answer for the moment until…
"They think they're untouchable." Peter answered. A tone of hidden-kept anger in his voice. It's a fact many hate of seeing one powerful but untouchable. With power, anything in your hands can change and bid to your well with nothing to no one stopping you. If…one isn't a citizen of the public.
The teacher nodded while smiling at Peter for answering, "Excellent answer, Mr. Parker. Untouchable. A word many would often say or compare it to being impossible. I disagree. You can never compare the two. Even us as humans, being untouchable is more of just being a status. A status that can be taken away from anytime. It's a matter of how do you take the status they have? It's power. That's what every revolution of the past decades has done, taking power away from tyrants or dictators or from those who are truly unfit for the power they have instead of giving the power to the people." The teacher finished the little speech while flipping another page in a book of revolutions of the past years as the rest of class did so, along Peter himself.
Although the speech of the teacher gave an idea to Peter, 'If so…then I'm all set. For someone like Kingpin, the Police would be scared. Powerless. Or been bribed to keep quiet. It's no different from those gangsters back then of using intimidation tactics. Money funding for their dirty work. Even using them as a backpocket failsafe. But I'm a vigilante. A powerful one. He may have everyone corrupted. But not me. Not. Me.'
As the hours passed on, school was ending. Meaning for now Peter's plan he was coming up with. He knew that this Kingpin is top of the top. Mostly wanted. Some say he's rich. Or a legend. Or a fake, trying to gain fame and power by the public. Even declaring him a foreigner or terrorist. Typically speculation of what the public, the press or the general people say without proof if he even exists. He has too. "No…He has too. C'mon, Pete. This man…This man had to do something about Ben's death. Even…Even if it was an accident or what not…He needs to answer." Final bell rang for the students to leave for the day. Peter, unknowing, speeds out through the door. Even passing by Harry who waited for him to give a ride home. Harry tilted his head in confusion of his best friend. Harry wouldn't lie to himself that Peter loved his Aunt and Uncle. Mostly Peter's Uncle. Ben Parker. If one thing Harry knew from meeting them, Ben Parker and Peter Parker was the closet. To the point where they acted more of son and Father, than Uncle and nephew. Then again, Peter, by law, is an orphan. Parents left him in his Aunt and Uncle's care for the longest years. Harry in a way was a bit envious of that. Sure, he and his Father, Norman, do talk. Spent time and always gave his son advice on school to even the world of business, but wasn't or isn't always there for him. Even now sometimes would dismiss his son for work.
Harry just shrugged and made his way to his personal car with his butler. Waiting for him, as then they drove away from Midtown High, as Peter, in his Spider-Man suit, swung away from home at accelerating speed. Get to Aunt May then head for Manhattan. Everything is going to motion. 'Whoever you are, Kingpin. I'm coming for you! I will stop you! Not for me. For Uncle Ben! For justice!'
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5:45 PM: Financial District of Manhattan New York City. Fordmen's Bank
"...I'm sorry? What?"
"You have been declined. Due to some questionable business purchase history here that has really came to our attention. We're…still in shock of how much you spent on other than your bills. Not even a history of even billing for your-"
"No. No. No. NO! I-I have been faithfully paying my f-father's bills! He just got off of work for a year! I have been d-doing all the bills! W-Wha-! What are you saying?!"
The man in a suit raised his hand up, "Sir. Sir, please calm yourself. But it all said right here. I'm seeing how most of your transactions are going into…bad business. I'm sorry. We have to close your accounts. Even your Father's that you are connected to. That's just how our protocol is. Even denying family members will until this investigation is finished. Please don't make it harder than it is already. For your Father's sake."
The young man from face alone shared utter disbelief. All accounts are out of his hands. Even shared transactions he had never seen before. He felt…powerless. Powerless to anything, let alone having nothing in his name. He stood up. Carrying himself as if his whole body was heavy to even move as he walked away slowly by one step at a time. The young man's eyes seemed to want to cry. Cry out of desperation of hopelessness in his situation. Father is dying. Money from both his and his father are now out of his hands due to some "bad business" the young man never had any dealings with. Now it would seem that someone is actively targeting him. He always had a feeling of someone watching him. Tracking him. Just…watching him. From the shadows. From the sky. Anywhere at once.
It would seem they are finally getting the better of the young man. As he took more steps out of a bank. He ran. People moving out of the way to those looking at him with curious concerns looked across their faces as he ran. The pressure in his heart raced as each more step he took, someone was coming closer. The sweat poured as he ran. Rain of his sweat blurring his vision. He couldn't care less but just ran to the parking lot of his vehicle. Opening his car door in a hurried pace. Entering. Locking everything. From there on he took deep breaths back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Thankfully he was happy that this area of the parking lot was nearly emptied with only a few vehicles here and there or far away from his. "It's…It's o-okay…Just…breathe. Just breathe. Just br-"
"Breathe? Ah, yes. A classic way to cope with situations that are out of your hands. Even if in the end, it's pointless." The young man instantly froze. All attempts to calm himself vanished the moment a voice in the back of his seat relieved himself. A click was heard. The young man remained quiet. Whimpering in fear. "So…Alexander Mason. Age 29. Graduate of Yale University. Honors. Masters in Engineering like his daddy. But unfortunately has a gambling addiction. Bid over $10,000 of his little daddy's money only to get back just…$100. $100? Wow. For eggheads like you are terrible at gambling. Maybe stick to the books rather than wasting your money on the house." The man in back with a .45 ACP M1911 Pistol with a suppressor attachment aiming at the back of the head of Alex. To whom started whimpering with tears falling down on the driver side. The man, Walt Samson Kruger, smirked sinisterly. Just by voice screamed terror for anyone caught in this situation. He knew psychological torture while adding taunts kept victims at bay of use of their personal information he had against them was he personal choice. Keeping them at the edge of panic. "So, Alex? What got ya upset?"
"W-Wh-What?"
"Aww, you feel upset. You're upset, right? The way you're stuttering. Whimpering. Crying tear by tear. Can't even decide what to say. You're upset, aren't you? It's okay. It's nature." Walt taunts. This didn't even calm Alexander, not near one bit. Shaking uncontrollably by the hands on his lap is the right way to describe Alex right now.
"P-P-Please…S-Sir…I-I-I…I d-don't know w-what have I d-done to deserve this…Please…Please…" Alex begged. The odds aren't nearly exactly in his favor nor if he has a chance to escape.
"Oh no, no, no boyo. Now you see, that's not what you're going to do. What you will do without me…giving you a merciful way out. I have a proposition for you. It's simple and the only way out for you to see another day of your life. If you choose to accept it." Walt got closer to Alex driver seat, still behind him with the pistol still aimed at the skull. "All I need to know is where is your father? Hmm? Nearly every bank statement I've seen of your information, it's always connected to Mercy Lane Hospital where your father visits for checks up. As in bills. Paying bills. However, he isn't there. If anything, he's never been there. Meaning this…" Walt got closer with a map of Manhattan with one opened hand, "...He's gone. Where is he?"
"I…I-I-I don't k-know! I swear! I swear I don't k-know!"
Walt leaned in closer with the map, "No, no, no. You're the closest family relative we know so far on your father's profile. Even last year there were several extensions of phone call dates back to back. Every 10th hour of the day. It's clear you and your father have been very talkative. Even last year again, very talkative. I'm trying to be as calm as I can while you're holding information that my employers need. Don't drag this out boyo, hmm?"
Sweating. Tears raining down his cheeks. Shaking violently on his driver seat. Alex gave in. A feeling of the man back of his seat finger closing on the trigger finally made Alex snap, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, OKAY…P-Please…don't kill me. Please…I'll…I'll tell y-you…" He wipes and clears his face off with his sleeve.
"Finally. Now, you're talking sense and being mature about it. Now…where is your father? And be honest. Your life depends on it."
"Okay! Okay…A-All I know is that he lives in Forest Hills. A-An apartment for the elderly just last year…b-before…" Alex stopped but Walt came closer with the gun still aimed at his head.
"Before what?"
"B-Before he was told he had 3 organ failures. F-From his heart to stomach to now his liver from the years of d-drinking and working so many long hours back at Oscorp..I-That's all I know…Swear on my life to you…I just…d-don't know w-where he is…now…other than l-living at the elderly apartments."
Walt paused. Slightly aiming the pistol to the car ceiling but still in reach of Alex's back skull behind the driver's seat, while he's still whimpering. Despite the location he was given by Alex, he doubted that Phineas Mason was still either living or not. Years of drinking and long hours to now after 50 years of now getting confirmation of a few more organ failures. All Walt knew now was this…Mason was on borrowed time. And on borrowed time, the clock is ticking away every second. Knowing this, Walt finally spoke…"Well now, boyo. Was that even hard? You answered and you shall live…for now." Alex still whimpered but slightly relaxed in relief but Walt twirls the gun to use the bottom grip quickly, "But I didn't say you will be leaving here unharmed and being awake. Goodnight, Alex." With a swift hit to the side temple of Alex's head. Knocking him out cold. Alive, but will wake up to a huge painful headache in a few hours. Exiting the vehicle to pull the phone out of his jacket. Walt waited until the other line picked, "Sir? Yes, I've talked with his son. I've got a location from the wimpy kid. Living in an apartment home for the elderly in Forest Hills. Queens. Though I humble suggest we do this quickly, sir. Mason's dying from organ failure."
"Then it's settled then. I'll have a few people of mine from Oscorp coming to you. We need him now, Walt. Don't fail me. I must call our friend back for his payment. Heh, he really did find one of his family or anyone related to Mason in just a week but till then, don't call me or anyone until it is done."
"Yes sir, Mr. Osborn sir." Walt hangs up on his end of the call while walking out the parking lot into the streets. Blending in instantly in the crowds of people going about their day while others plot their hidden agendas, in such case of Walt, with a sly smirk. Knowing his skills to the "odd" jobs here and there. This man hunt should be over. Finally the straw of Mason's attacks. However an odd presence to Walt as he did turn around but didn't see anyone other than just a crowd of people here to there but felt a hint of someone watching him. Again, he turned to the right but saw no one. To the left. No one. Even looking at a few car windows. Building windows. A presence he's feeling yet can't see it. Taking in account of what might be happening, Walt walked more quickly to get out of the crowd of people while, if not, several hidden figures watched from way afar of Walt getting to his personal vehicle. Taking off while the figures went away into the crowd of everyone.
However, one among the hidden figures hotwired a car Taxi to then follow Walt while blending to nearby other Taxis. Completely hidden away as Walt once again peeks every coroner to his rearview mirror every glance. He knows someone is watching but where…?
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2 hours later…The Parker's Residence, Forest Hill, Queens
"So how did it go with tutoring your class? Running smoothly?" May asked Peter. They both sit in the dining room together with a meal of a simple-homemade spaghetti, with sides of garlic bread and a few corn on the bowl. Munching it down while wiping his face with a napkin, Peter sat it aside with a smile to his aunt.
"Awesome…Or, well, a few *(low chuckle)* trouble here and there but, uh, we pull through. Yeah, we definitely pulled it through. Even Harry showed up to help and get tutored by me. As we all finished for the day. Everyone just…really enjoyed how I made the science topics simple or easy to understand. Although Aunt May…I still had no idea how I did it. I just…remember most from the books to how I understood it myself. Never thought I made it simpler for others." Peter spoke while Aunt May just happily to profoundly just smiled at her nephew while messing around his hair while kissing at his cheek.
"Of course sweetie. With the technology growing and growing to this "internet"you youngsters are calling is booming. With you here around to teach me better than the others." May chuckles while sipping a few glasses of tea while Peter just rubs his neck but chuckles along for a minute to resume eating as they laugh little to talking more. But Peter couldn't help but glance at the last empty chair in a glee of sorrow while May caught wind of this with her face of sorrow but still smiling to patting Peter's shoulder. They both looked at each other, "I…I-I know, Peter. I miss him too. We all do."
"I…I know, Aunt May. I know…Just…Just wished I got back there i-in time and maybe-"
"Peter." May slightly but loudly slammed her hand on the table. Getting his attention while cutting him off. "It's…It's okay. It's not your fault. Not your fault. You studied and even helped the local library Ben…took you there. Not helping some…thug on the streets many would do. I want you…No…Me and Ben want you to keep focusing on your education. I know today's jobs will allow you kids to work but not us. Or…not me. Everything will be fine. Just…trust me and pray every night you can, okay?" May smiled. Peter returned back the smile while they both hugged. Like they always do. Although Peter saw a pile of mail on top of mail.
For last year it was clear after the death of Ben. Bills to even the mortgage have been coming up more to the Parkers. Ben's insurance paid the rest while Peter's money from the wrestling gig paid it all. But the bills kept on going more and more to add up. Even worse, May's job had to let go of all staff, including her due to a work strike going on. Leaving her now no job for the moment. Peter, with an "internship" for the Bugle, involves taking photos of himself fighting thugs. Stomping on crime. Rescuing people from all danger for a chunk of change of a "paycheck" from the loud manic mouth of the great J. Johan Jameson of 'Spider-Man' is a crook! Menace! Attention seeker! Poser! Rebel!' nonsense from the pages to even on the radio. It eases the cost of the bills but still adds up more.
Although the mention of the word "thug" was brought back up when Peter fought the killer of his uncle with the news from Ben Urich on the "Kingpin". Reminding him of what he needed to do. "Y-Yeah…I will Aunt May so-" Peter patted Aunt May back while getting off his chair to go upstairs, "-I just remember getting a few photo's in for the Daily Bugle. The ones I caught for today after I ate lunch. I gotta go turn these in! I'll be…uh, back at 8 o'clock, May!" Peter shouted.
May sighs but nodded, "Okay, honey! But…please be careful! I know it's a small gig but please do come home safely! And remember-!"
"Don't hitchhike for a ride! I know Aunt May! Love you!" Peter shouted but he was at the edge of his window in his room with a camera in his suit while shutting the window if he left the front door. 'Lucky for you, Aunt May…I got my ride! And get my answers…From the right guy!' Peter super leap off his roof to swing away into Manhattan.
As May got up from the dinner table. Placing dishes here and there while the TV in the living plays the news for tonight, events happening in New York to a few headlines of internationally news even going to Japan, Tokyo as the deal of Togami Family with a few top richest families meeting gathering to which May just roll at her eyes in more annoyance than jealousy in which she does turn the volume down a bit while drying plates and pans before placing them in the dish holders. After 8 minutes of the dishwashing. Aunt May grabbed the small stack of mail and placed a few in the drawers, hoping Peter didn't notice them with most being bills to other life insurance companies who could be scammers potentially.
Their home phone began to ring from the wall. She placed the bills on the table while grabbing the phone, "Hello?"
"こんにちは？これはメイベル・パーカーですか...それともメイ・パーカーですか" A male Japanesse voice spoke. May, understandably, was…confused by the foreign language.
"Um, h-hi? I…I don't speak…erm…Chinese?" May replied softly.
The Japanese male voice spoke once more, but in English, "Oh! I apologize! I…uh, forgot… (Chuckling). Oh, yes, uh…Hi, yes…Is this Maybelle "May" Parker? Or May Parker? Wife of Ben Parker and sister-in-law to the late Mary Parker?"
"Um…yes-? Wait…W-Who is this?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! But it's me…Jin Kirigiri. Or what Ben and Richard used to call me…"Jimbo."" Jin said.
The nickname of Jimbo finally caught May's old but still vivid memories, "Oh my Gosh…Jimbo! Or…Jin! Oh my goodness, it's been awhile! Too long actually!"
"Oh ho ho hehe…You have no idea, May. No idea. Life is…hehe, a helluva thing. The good. The bad. Even the ugly. But regardless, life is still full of surprises while being beautiful as it is."
"Amen to that, Jin. Just…oh my…it's been so long. How's your work? I heard you are running a school?" May asked while she took a seat nearby the door of the kitchen with the light on the stove on.
"Yes, ma'am. The title of being Headmaster at Hope's Peak Academy. THE Hope's Peak Academy! I…I finally did it, May. I am now Headmaster of the top elite schools in the world. I, uh, know it's sudden to tell but I hope you remember what I wanted to do. Since I have told Ben and Richard of the way back when."
May with a spark in her eyes applauded for her old friend, "Wow…I am…so grateful! Ben…Ben should be proud of you. And Richard, too."
"I know…I know. Which in that case, where's that crazy bastard! I haven't spoken to him since…well the funeral or two years ago. He still works as head electrician?" Jin asked with excitement over the line of meeting his friend but May gave a bit of a sad-yet-still cheering smile and slowly gave the news to Jin…
"Oh…he's…he's dead, um, Jin." May finished.
Way across in his own home in Japan of Jin standing up from his chair in the dining room. The news of Ben Parker hit Jin like May and Peter…into the core of their spirits. Jin, a wide-eyed face, kept the phone at his right ear. "So…So he's gone…Just like Richard and Mary?"
"Yes, Jin. Yes…Oh, I can see you and him talking for hours if he was here. But…he's not. I'm…I'm sorry Jin."
"No no no no no…M-May…It's okay. I…I understand. He…(Chuckling) by all means a one, one great friend and rival to hang around a lot. At least…he and his Brother and sister-in-law in peace above."
"Yes…Yes, they are. At peace. But…letting that go…so now as Headmaster you finally got, how are things? Is it okay to ask?"
"Of course, of course! Yes, things have been going great! If…well, a few accidents occurred here and there. But even then, the school has been going well. Which reminds me…" Jin sat at his chair with a cup of water nearby. "How's Peter?"
May on her end sighs while looking at the door of where her nephew went to a picture on a coffee table in the living room of the three of them with a hopeful smile. "He's been good. Just…taking in on his Uncle's death but he adjusted well. Despite what had happened last year he pulled through as many said. Stubborn as they come…"
This cut to Peter in full suit swinging away in the beautiful dark lint city of Manhattan in the big apple. Riding on top of the train has always been the quickest way to get here and there everyday. After the train stops, Peter leapt in the air as high can while swinging again once more. Leading to where Ben Urich left him when himself needed to see. 'Okay. Okay, so he lives on the next avenue of a couple of blocks. Easy enough.' Shooting another web line towards the next as he swings once more while a few caught a glimpse of him swing. Some were baffled. Some are curious. Some were even dazzled by his ability to swing in the air with ease.
Peter shot a web-zip line to an apartment complex. The building looked almost as any other building, although looked more clean to clear to see in better condition than the rest he'll normally see. Peter wonders what else Ben Urich does for money to live in such a luxury home in New York. Or what you could call luxury nowadays. Scaling up the wall while avoiding a few people's windows with the lights on, which weren't a lot but to be mentioned. Making it where the note Peter opened, Up on the right top-end, is where he saw a window with a dim light on. Knocking on the window three times did manage to get his attention, though a normal reaction…
"Woah, woah, woah…Oh hell no. I don't know how or who you are knocking on my window that's 5 stories high! I have a metal bat and I will beat your ass with it if you plan to steal something!"
Peter cleared his throat. Preparing for an old voice he came up to be more serious and mean business. "It's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
"S-Spider-Man?!" The window clicks as Ben Urich opens his window with a shocked-baffle face but it quickly fades in relief. "How did you get here?"
"Oh, that photographer kid…Uh, Peter Parker? Yeah, he sent me. Oh, not send me but give the letter he had for me to get to you."
Ben Urich gave a slight nod with an amazed look, "Huh…the kid actually got his attention…" He shakes his head as he lets Peter in, "Anyway, yeah he was right. I handed him the piece of paper that had my address to you. Something that's…a mixture of request and information I have to share with you."
Peter, in his Spider-Man suit with mask nodded. While taking in Ben Urich's apartment. Average but spaced out place of living. Standard of having a living room to kitchen to some rooms Peter guessed in his head. What caught the eye of Peter more was here in the living room. The room on the wall had a large table with drawers. A computer that is near a printer. Piles of paper, photos, even newspapers in rubber bands. Peter was impressed but a slight concern of Ben Urich. 'Wow. I've never known the job of a reporter could be a bit…hectic. Well, I can't talk since I dress up in tights fighting bad guys for FREE.' "So…Mr. Urich…Why would do you need my assistance?"
Urich sat on his chair to his computer. After typing a few words to get in, Urich printed a few photos then handed a file to Peter. Urich sighs a bit while taking a swig from a glass cup of whiskey while turning to Peter, "Gonna be real…I don't even know myself of what I'm doing. But it's something I needed to do or well at least do something with the right person." Peter, even with his eyes being covered by his lens, raised an eyebrow but Urich raised both his hands, "It's not what you're thinking! I ain't making you some hired killer or anything or some thug I could use you. But still half of New York or Manhattan still take you as a criminal by the Bugle and half of the police still want you arrested but with that you are almost immune to what the cops still haven't done."
"Fighting the Kingpin? Or bring him to justice?"
Urich smirks, "Great minds must think alike…but it won't be easy. I…I used to have a Private Investigator and two into looking at Kingpin's high profile operations. Mostly in the likes of Hell's Kitchen to the Financial District in downtown Manhattan but after just two months, they just vanished. Well, no, one did turn up but was found. Dead. In the lake with both of his feet cemented with a bag over his head and tied by handcuffs. A…death that has haunted many. Even me by the paper that the Bugle and New York Times. But even then I caught wind of his lost works. Even that file that I handed to you is mostly of Kingpin's top lieutenants or activities of leaving such known areas the Investigator pulled. It was hard and…I do fear someone was watching me after I snuck in his home from time to time."
Peter took the moment to open the file. Names. Locations. Even side by side photos of well-dressed to casual worn men and women entering or exiting limousines or high-upper class SUVs by each photo all the way down to last year that was dated. This is where Peter stopped on his track when the last photo saw the same hat thug nearby two more in the same baggie-hooded jacket with "tie" and slacks holding a door for several formally dressed individuals entering a glass door he held for them. Flashbacks of the thug's face over and over of that dreadful night…
"Don't be too sure! You won't get away from me, mister!" Peter said, as he was climbing a wall, before the Killer wanted to shoot, Peter jumped-front flip off the wall and kicked the Killer to the window. The Killer grabbed a switchblade then began to swing at Peter which he dodge nearly all miss swing attacks from the Killer before stopping the last swing as he twisted it and grabbed hold the knife by his super-strong grip and threw it over the room before punching the Killer in the chest. The Killer back's was to the window as Peter, if he knew what he was doing, took off his mask, wanting the Killer to know who he is before finishing him off.
"L-Look, Kid, just…J-Just gimme a chance! Please! Just gimme a chance!"
"Yeah?! What about my Uncle?! Did you even give HIM a chance, did you!" Filled with rage and hurt, he grabbed the Killer by the shirt, pinning him to the window, "Did you?! DID YOU-?!" Then light came, revealing the Killer's face and the color of his hat, then it hit Peter. The same dirty-clothes, all baggy with wrinkles, even the same cap on, it was the Robber who got away, well no, Peter let the Robber go from the Ring. Peter was too stunned by the revelation as the Robber turned Killer raised his gun, pointed to where the dome of Peter's skull.
"It wasn't personal, kid. S-See ya-" The Killer barely reacted before Peter grabbed hold of his wrist of where the gun was before he twisted , making the Killer loose the gun on his grip. Peter's quick reaction, mixing his powerful-strength, disarmed the Killer, to who now was backing away, "W-Wait…I-I-I didn't have a c-choice! Please, no-"
'And here he is…' Peter thought to himself. Peter clenched the file tighter but let it go after having a feel Urich was watching. Without turning his back, Peter lowered his head before speaking. "If this is true…the death of the Private Investigator and so on by this madman. If this did show what this Kingpin is capable of. Why hasn't the Bugle reported or shown more of this?"
Urich, hearing the tone of Peter's voice, anger. Came in the form of himself with the same expression of anger, "Trust me…We did. We published the first issue on the Kingpin to or any other high profile mobsters in New York. Personally by J. Jonah Jameson. He may be loud and a hardass but he's still a good man underneath all that loudness. Or that's how I personally see him as chief editor for wanting to spread the truth on this issue we deal with to this day, but someone…someone blackmailed us by threatening to cut half to nearly all of our stocks from the market. Hell, someone we knew that handles the printers daily for us got his leg broken by an accident. To that…we stopped publishing on the name of Kingpin but still done for other crime bosses, just not one for Kingpin in over 8 years. Yes, Spidey, this has been going on for 8 years. But now with your…involvement of stopping petty thieves, robberies. That big bad Shocker at the Central Station and so on, I figure you're the right guy. For New York. Look…" Urich stood up to walk towards Peter who still didn't eye him but kept the file in his hand, "...it may be a lot for a vigilante to do. All of New York is still being affected by this scumbag. Even J.J., despite his little beef with you, he still wants this bastard brought to justice. All I ask for a favor is being the eyes and ears. Whenever you get for me, find me here, talk to me. Whatever. Get to me."
Peter still didn't look towards Urich, however the words caught on to Peter's mind and even with the situation of what he said before…'While the police to even now newspapers are threatened or bribed to keep information or rumors of Kingpin away from the public. I have no means of keeping myself away from finding the truth of Kingpin. While he may have "powers" of keeping anyone away from him, let's see how he goes toe to toe with me!'
After his thoughts, Peter finally turned to Urich who waited for him. "Alright, Mr. Urich. I'll do it. On one condition…I'm only doing this for New York. You may be a reporter and doing what's right, but still think of New York being affected by rather than gaining frame for this."
Urich with a smile and nodded, "Of course, of course kid. All of me and still of the Bugle is to get this bastard exposed." They both nodded once more then gave a firm handshake of their allegiance. Peter came to the window before Urich grabbed his shoulder a bit, "Hey before you leave…can I ask you something and I'll keep it between us." Peter, still in his mask and suit, nodded. "Why…Why do you do this truthfully? Risking life and limb in tights, stopping crime and helping others even if the law or other's against you?"
With a few moments, Peter replied…"Because it's the right thing to do. Or…sometimes it's okay to lend a hand every once in a while. Or I just…wanna help people. Even if the odds are against me." With those final words, Peter leaps off the window of Urich's apartment and swings into the dark-lit city of Manhattan with more determination. What Peter did was also take the file from Urich, using a made-shift web bag on his back while swinging away. Clinging to a wall of a building while looking at the street clock, being now 9:45 PM, "Great…it's almost the time for me to go to bed. But…no, I gotta find these locations. Well, Hell's Kitchen I know it's on the other side of town but for the Financial District…" Peter took a look at the glass doors written on Fisk Towers. "Fisk Towers…That Investigator went far deep on his trail. He knew he was close but someone got to him. Alright then…" Peter shot another web and went East.
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"Of course, of course ma'am. We'll be sure to have a great spot for your mother here. Yes. Yes, ma'am. Just verifying the information of-" A female receptionist was knocked out by a machine gun. The caller on the phone asked if everything was okay before a knife cut the phone line off. Two men in masks with on bulletproof vest grabbed the woman while 4 others came through the door while locking everything. 6 men, including Walt. One was in the Electrical, taking down two workers. One came by the computer, checking in through the system before landing on the cameras.
"Alright, sir. I got on the security cameras. Everything is clear from the entrance. To go back. Even a few windows then the gates. We're clear. And looking through the logs, a security guard might be here in the next 4 hours."
The man, Walt nodded, "Good, good. Just what we like. Remember, kill Mason and make it an accident here. If any witness or anyone is awake, take them out as fast as possible. Attach your suppressors on your weapons. Keep it quick and quiet. Let's move out. Blake, keep your eyes and ears on anyone passing or coming through. If security somehow comes earlier, take them out. If it's a worker. Same treatment." Walt ordered.
Blake nodded while the rest moved on. The final member on Walt's radio came on, "Sir, I'm inside of Electrical. Ready to shut the lights? They do have a backup generator that runs on a bit of gas and the lights would be dim."
"No, but do stand by. We're on the stairs. Once we make it on…Hold on…Flipping through the papers. Ah, here, on floor number four to room seven then shut the lights off. Then cut the generator to leak the gas everywhere."
"Understood. Standing by, sir."
"Alright. C'mon." Walt with 4 men moved up stairs and stairs to floor 4. However a few housekeepers were cleaning up by vacuuming. Taking the noses from the vacuums and they're heads turned back, they fired on the workers. Killing them on the ground. Walt, with one of his men, took the time to gently touch each door. All locked. Keeping it like that, they strap on each door with something heavy and harder to get out. Making room of Seven when Phineas Mason resides. Walt with two men by his side. Leaned on the door, hearing the kitchen running on. If he were doing the dishes, as they waited they heard it being turned off. Steps coming in as they now kicked it open. Shocking Mason who fell. One kicked in then the other used a baton and hit his hand, causing him to scream but was muffled by the other using a cloth on his mouth then they held him up to a chair as Walt pulled out an old Smith and Wesson 1905 Revolver.
Mason gave a scared-shocked look at Walt, "W-Walt…!"
Walt simply smirks. A sinister-devilish smirk of the kind with no heart or soul of nothing but cruelty, "Hi Mason. Bye Mason." Walt aimed at Mason's top forehead before…
*BLAM! BLAM!*
Mason lies down on the floor on the carpet. Taking the time, the three men begin trashing the place. First breaking the window, cabinets, bed even the apartment TV. Making scene of carnage to suicide planned by a dying man that snapped to a blazing fire. Walt crouches by Mason's corpse by placing the revolver to him. Even planting Mason's fingertips on the trigger. The flame and everything will take care of the rest. After the two men were down destroying the room, even placing items of flammable contents around the room to the next and then onward. Walt took the time to examine the computer. Average or out of the ordinary. Looking further there was a flash drive sticking out of the console, with a smirk, he stanched it away before leaving to place it . Walt got the radio from his side hip and radio it in…
"Alright, Mark. Target is terminated. Get ready to cut the power." Walt waited for a response. No answer. "Mark? Mark, do you copy? Do you copy?" Again no answer. Then one of his men stopped in his tracks. Two of the workers they had "taken" down were standing near the doorway. The three were baffled by the sudden turn of them. The workers kept the same cold-emotionless as they stared at Walt and his men. Even their unmoving expression made Walt more irritated than scared, "Fucking shit. Fire at them!"
With their weapons at them, they began firing. Again…they still stood there. Now filled with bullet holes as they now ran to the three bit faster, one tackle one of Walt's men. Then others just kicked one away but was shot by Walt over and over to the face. Exposing metal and flesh-like-plastic, which now unnerves Walt in the slightest but just kicked the humanoid cyborg away as hard as he could. The feel of kicking the humanoid cyborg felt like kicking a wall. Unfortunately, one of Walt's men got his neck snapped and thrown away to the back of the room by the other humanoid cyborg that wore a pink nurse outfit with shirt and pants while the other had the same outfit but all gray.
Another man of Walt's group, pulled down his mask in frustration to mix of fear, nonetheless pulled a remington 870 shotgun from his side bag then blasted one of them away to the far right. "Goddamnit…I didn't join the Gunners to be killed by fucking robots!"
"Suck it up! Just keep firing-" Walt stopped himself as he saw "Phineas Mason" standing up in his room. But this time the cyborg smirks at him the same way Walt did.
"Well, well…Norman Osborn's lap dog has finally been caught, surprised and then now cornered. The look of face that you "finally" caught is something I'll never forget. Hahahahaha! I knew my cowardly son might give the location of his "father's" last known place to the elderly. (Sighs) Even after everything I have done for him and mother, I still get betrayed. Even by my own family." The "Mason" spoke then laughed.
"What the fuck is this shit, Kruger?! We are fucked!" The Gunner merc said before now again one of the pink cyborgs ran to him before being shot away by his shotgun.
Walt stared at the "Mason" in the room, "Listen here…you don't know what you have started! The attack at the main lobby at Oscorp with your robots and bombs! Some people of Osborn's and others are either dead or body parts are broken from what you did! You don't even know Osborn's personal friends might hire the right guns to get answers from this."
"Yes, yes I know. But to prove a point, lives will be taken away. Even the innocents. Although, not like you care."
"That's right. I don't give two shits about who you killed but my priority is ripping your head off and serving it to crows! Then to Osborn with my pay!" Walt fired his AR-15 at the "Mason" cyborg over and over. Even reloading quickly. But again it stood still then now mimicking a laugh that sounded eerily similar to how Norman to Walt laugh, which then finally made Walt snapped as then he rushed at the cyborg. Using the end of the AR-15 rifle to grab a chair bashing its skull before kicking it. Nonetheless, nothing worked. Before throwing a punch, the "Mason" Cyborg just punched Walt at his left knee with a earsplitting crack, then grabbing his neck. Pulling Walt out of the room then just punched him to the next room. Walt was disoriented. Thankfully the vest did hold or took most of the force but it seemed as if his ribs were all broken, although the way he's moving just confirms it. Coughing a little blood, Walt slowly started to get up before an elderly man walked to him in trying to help the merc.
"Oh my lord, son…what in the hell happened to you?! Are you gonna be alright? What's going on out there?!" The elderly man helped Walt on his feet with a slight pat on the back.
"Y-Yeah, sir. I'll be fine…thanks for the help. Don't worry it'll all be sorted out but…" Walt shot the man in the head, "...no witness." Then the "Mason" cyborg came in, Walt used the corpse of the elderly man and threw at it but it just shoved it away. Reloading his AR-15, he still shot at the cyborg but it caused it to now grab the weapon to break it in two. Walt was stunned before then being thrown out of the room in-towards from a wall. Walt felt his side head bleeding. He curses at himself as he sees one of his men, a Gunner Merc being led to the wall by the gray and pink robots.
Holding him in force up the wall. Walt sees a blue-light in the back of their skull. Taking his .45 M1911 pistol before shooting the gray outfit. It stopped then fell. The pink saw one of its own being down then turned to Walt but again shot down by the Gunner merc who slid down in pain on the wall.
Walt came to the merc, "F-Fuck…I…I think my…(Gasp) My…I…I can't feel my…my lungs…"
"Yeah. Sorry, bruv." Walt snapped the merc's neck then grabbed the shotgun then shot the pink robot at its back head but once again the "Mason" cyborg took the gun form Walt as then it pushed him to the wall. Breaking the shotgun in two while staring down on Walt.
"You heartless dog! I know I'm not better than anyone but I don't kill my people! Or betray others! You killed my children!"
Walt simply just reload his .45 Pistol then fired back, "Fuck you! Godless freak…GODLESS!" The cyborg "Mason" kicked Walt out to another room next door. Then proceeds to grab him to throw him out of the room from a glass window. Then twist Walt's arm, he shouts in pain then his .45 M1911 was taken from as then the cyborg shot Walt's other knee. Before taking his head then slam it onto a table. The cyborg of "Mason" then threw Walt's body up the ceiling. Breaking the ceiling that fully knocked him out.
"Finally…the mad dog is put down. For now. Ooh…I have such ways to use you." Taking the now unconscious body of Walt's and dragging him away to not be seen by anyone. Then another cyborg who killed one of Walt's men, Mark, then used a lighter to light the whole building up in flames. This caused one of Walt's men, Blake, who sees the flames erupting.
"Shit! Everyone went dark! Goddammit!" Blake took his time before running away. Leaving everything behind as he ran. Even tapes of tonight's events as the apartments were engulfed in flames. It seemed easy for the moment as then he stopped to take a break. Blake ran over 5 miles away from the site of what happened. Thinking about what happened and how everything now went dark. As Blake began to leave to destroy the tapes, he was bashed at the side of his head by an unknown assailant to drag him away then jumped in the air with wings as it flew away with Blake but left out one tape that fell down to the streets of Manhattan…
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"Ha! That was easy…" Peter said as he climbed through the vents inside of Fisk Towers. From the pictures, the glass doors to windows match the photos from the file as Peter crawled through. As he did, a few folks here and there talked on any type. Or some minding their business while others walked around. The usual behavior of the office. Needless to say…it did feel off for the moment for Peter as he crawled past a few. Maybe the anxiety of a teenager despite having spider powers of a spider and being able to break bones easily with his bare hands. Moving past that thought he continued to go without a plan but maybe something of…
"Hey. Heard of the dealings happening with the executives? Going international." A worker said.
The other quickly stopped and turned, "Idiot…not so loud. (Sighs) Look and yeah it is. But really I don't care. We all know it's for them to boost profit. Let's not think any good comes to it."
"Yeah but here's something…I heard that the Towa Conglomerate or family are partnering up now with Foreign companies. Mostly with the likes of Stark Industries to Fujikawa Corp and maybe to even Oscorp!"
"Why…why are you even talking?" The next person before the worker shrugged their shoulders. Peter in the vent was curious by the talk. To be fair, it's normal or well being everywhere at this point. Although Peter thought that a company like Stark Industries is still up after the death of Howard "Tony" Stark is still holding up. Probably better than the rest since they raised billions of money. Oh, well, almost 500 Billion at this point, maybe more? Peter shook his head then kept climbing.
Once more there were two vents now in his way. The left leading up, the right leading down. Peter thought for the moment but…but something he felt was to go to the right. Maybe it's his senses. The moment he been climbing around he felt his head ringing but not as crazy but just something around the right was the source lends to. For now, Peter then shot a web with a little note. Maybe next, he'll check out the left vent. With that out the way, Peter descended down to the right of the vent. Again in another vent area he crawls around. It took him about 20 minutes to turn another corner before coming near a warehouse-like place with a few people working here and there. 'Huh…what are these guys up to?' Peter kept himself down inside the vents before overhearing a few people.
"That moron was…a moron, but he did come up with something that gets the bug away from close combat. With these, we're able to get that bug off our asses."
"Could work. But, shit man…these are bulky as hell. I'm not even sure this'll even do. I would rather stick with the guns."
"Sure, sure, go ahead and bitch about it. It's what the goddamn schematics says to click on this shit. Just…shut the hell up for once."
"Tch…asshole." Both of the thugs sigh and snicker as they work on weapons. Bulky-tactical rifles with a few energy tubes sticking out here and there. Peter knew something was up. Speaking of "moron"...
"Wait, wait…are they using Shocker's tech to make rifles that hinders me from fighting one on one? And yeah…those really are bulky. Huh. Gotta give him credit. Still a bad guy but he's smart. At least." Now with the thugs leaving a bit. Surveying the area, no cameras in sight or recorders. Peter jumped out of the vents. Walking towards the table, yep, a good stock of them. 50 to 100 of these. All the same design of being bulky but well designed.
To the table the schematics and even drawings of the rifle using Shocker's tech. "Seems that when we were fighting they were recording us. I mean…if they knew how the Shocker was at least beating me, they had to be watching us but…wow. Then…wait…if…if this is under Fisk towers…" Then Peter's senses started to ring as he quickly grabbed the schematics as then he dodged a shockwave that now destroyed the table.
"Ha! Schultz might not be here but we'll be using his tech and plans. Now stay still, bug!" Then another shot a few shockwaves. However as they try to knock Peter off his feet, he shoots webs one by one near the legs to face. One was overwhelmed, seeing this, Peter web-zipped quickly to the thug before kicking him away then snapping the rifle in two. The other thug pulled a handgun. Shooting Peter, but with quick reflexes, dodge all the bullets before kicking it away then uppercut the last thug. Again, snapping the rifle in two. The perfect time for this, Peter took his camera out to then snap every photo of the rifles to now even the schematics. Holding on to them in case he prints a final copy for himself just in case.
Walking back towards the vents as he climbs away the "workshop" warehouse. Taking the time to fall down in the vent kept going down and down. Coming down now to a parking lot area to where it was very spacious. Evenly out. As Peter got out of the vent quietly as possible. Jumping down near where the exit was, as he ran…
"So here's the little itsy bitsy spider breaking in and out of this fine establishment here." Peter slowly turned around to man in all gray-suit and tie with fedora hat taking a puff from his cigarette while showing his face hidden shadow. His voice was a mix of husky and rough, cold and emotionless. The common trope of man in the shadows of a tyrant. However, this one…was odd. Even to Peter who felt shivers in his spine.
"I-I guess so…And, uh, who are you?" Peter asked but then the man walked around him.
"You sneaked in here for the Kingpin? Well, what do you want? What with him?"
"I-I…No. It's between him and me. Nothing more."
"Oh, really? Personal vendetta? Hatred? Sounds about right, kid. Tell you what and a bit of advice. It ain't worth pursuing." The man finished as he puffed another cloud of smoke while Peter looked at him with a slight anger to annoyed look but still baffled.
"W-What? What are you even saying?! W-Who are you?!"
"Look, kid. You're way, way out of your head here. But you got guts. Pissing him off him by just being a good samaritan. Cutting down on his operations without you even knowing any thing about it is either dumb luck or you're an fucking moron in tights getting yourself in trouble. It ain't no secret that all know who Kingpin is. And here you are. The answer right here, kiddo."
Peter, in his mask, blinked. Then again, blinked. "W-Wait…Wilson Fisk is…The Kingpin?"
"Oh my god…Are you new? Were born outta rock? Of course it is. The Kingpin is of course Wilson Fisk. But not all know or goes to show how ignorant all New Yorker's or many bribed to not see that their goodie-golden boy of New York is the biggest crime boss of the country. If not, maybe even the world." Another puff of smoke came out of his mouth to again eyeing Peter, of who did the same. "Look kid, right now as we speak he's hosting an event here and overseas. My best bet is to either hot tail outta here now or keep tabs on his fat ass. And oh…he's something you'll need to know." Then out of the shadow of man to show his blue eye, "The big man always has something he loves. Something he wants. Try and take it from him. That…that is something he hates the most. But, well, you're already doing it without even knowing." The man finished as he began to walk. Leaving Peter in a state of confusion and maybe a bit of paranoia because of how the man spoke on Fisk. Hatred. Sarcasm. Something if it would be Peter's bit of thinking but even then, Peter still left confused before snapping himself back…
"Wait! How…How do you know all of this? Why tell me this? Who are you?!" Peter shouted but now the man just walked away without turning back to Peter. "D-Dammit…" Peter to himself.
Looking at the exit then to another way of where the man last went. Contemplating on what to do or where even to go.
Go and leave…Taking the time to study the plans of their weapons. Give to Ben Urich. Or…maybe to someone in the NYPD.
Or…
Go back to the vents of where he shot the web on the left side. Maybe it could lead to his office. Even the rooftop. Something…
Peter slowly lifted up his mask to reveal his face in a stunned troubled look. The situation was…maybe way out of his head. 'Is this is why Fisk hasn't been caught? The…The fear? Or who's gonna believe me…No. No…I-I can't think like that…no…' Looking again to where the man went to up the vents. With one final look. Peter slid down his mask then shot the web at the vent again. Climbing his way up as quickly and possible as he could. 'No. I will not leave until I get all of my answers questioned! Uncle Ben's death won't be in vain. Power. Responsibility. Power and Responsibility.' With a kick to the vent Peter made it out of this…well spaced conference room and landed after a flip. Walking through to a desk nearby with…nothing. Then to the table of hidden drawers. Again. Nothing. Peter sighs but went to a room that was even more spaced out than in the conference room. 'Jeez…even for someone like him…everything is so…space-like. Everything nearly has so much room. If there's much more room then there must be secrets here then…Right?' "...Right?" As Peter stood there, large hands from the mist of the shadows came in closer in the light of where Peter stood there in his suit, then as his senses came to be…he jumped out of the way in time. Landing on the table with a fighter-ready stance as he then sees the figure more clearly with a look Peter won't forget…
"I have finally caught you. I suspected you to be wise of not stepping on private property. My private property that I have owned and build over the years. So tell…what do you have to lose now, boy?" Then the full face of Wilson Fisk, The Kingpin, came into the light. Staring down Peter in disgust to even full hatred…
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TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's note: Oh wow…Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. WOW! Well…hey everyone. It's been…a shocking while! Not really but still…I am…I am still surprised that this series of mine still gets views here and there to even a few reviews! Wow. I, ehh, I never really thought of this or even have words for a show of interest and support. And again, yall STILL viewing this?!
Well…you guys are in luck! Because I am now making a full commitment to this! I know, I know…its a fanfic, not some dying real show or book but still…Something this for once gives me hope of when I get to shine my works in Marvel or DC comics one day but hey! One can dream right? Well…GUESS WHAT! I AM BACK, BABY! WE ARE BACK! For real, for real everyone, we are BACK! It just…life got in the way of me doing this as a small-hobby gig I like to do. So…yes. No more other wacky stories or one-shots and just "leaving" The Amazingly Spectacular SPIDER-MAN will be continuing! And with this motivation and found the amount of time of irl work to be flexible for me to do this…I have something special for all!
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