Bullet Spider looked through a window at the Manhattan Hospital, seeing his mother on a hospital bed and sleeping soundly while the heart monitor beeped slowly. With extreme carefulness, he began swinging towards Midtown with two backpacks on.
Give him the opportunity to deal with Lizard again rather than Rhino and he would happily take that. Jonah walked with a limb, doing his best not to hurt himself any further as his injuries still hasn't healed. "I need to take it easy for a bit... or, maybe I should just be more careful next time... or something else.", he had accidentally stumbled into a dilemma as he rubbed his face with a briefly free hand as he passed a train.
He received only a few glances, some simply took a picture and simply didn't really care. "This shit is hard as hell to do.", he thinks to himself as he landed on the roof of a building and looked at his cracked phone, it was silenced for so long he completely forgot about it.
A part of him died inside as he saw the text messages from Maya, for a total of two hours he got texts concerning his whereabouts or if he was messing with her, to what he felt was a defeated last text. "Ugh... I totally blew her off! Dammit!"
"Scratch that. This shit sucks, typical Parks Fortune I guess."
Parks Fortune:
an alternative term used in place of "worst luck ever" or " the Universe hates me".
Jonah rubbed his sore jaw once again as he had seen his bruised face in the mirror while getting ready. "I wonder if the she'd believe me if I got into boxing."
"How are the subjects?", Norman asked Doctor Stromm once again as they traversed one of the lower levels of Oscorp, finally approaching a closed window.
"The volunteers have shown incredible increases in their physical abilities, not even just that, but their mental abilities have improved as well.", Stromm says with a slight bit of optimism. "Do you remember, Mr. Thompson?"
"The football player? Of course I do. What of him?", Norman asked curiously.
"Well, we've seen signs that his intelligence has boosted beyond that of his original, almost a genius.", Stromm says as he showed him the tablet detailing blueprints to hand grenades. "He even managed to create blueprints to multi purpose hand grenades."
"Oh? Fascinating. Now then... what're the downsides, I'm not afraid of a little failure.", Norman says with a smile as Stromm gulped.
"I believe you should see it...", Stromm swiped around on his tablet before opening the shutters, showing the inhabitant being a young woman. Her hair was scattered along the ground... her fingernails were bitten off as a wide smile grew on her face. "They were normal at first, but each subject grew... different. This one became psychotic, claiming to be hearing voices in her head, others simply gouged their eyes out and then... there's the worst one."
Norman looked at the image shown to him on the Oscorp tablet of an elderly man with a massive green scaly arm and tumors growing out of his body. "Mr. Reilly was the most tame until he became distress... then this happen. I'm sorry sir, but we need more time to improve the Super Soldier Formula."
Norman looked at it and held back a smile. "I see... now then, pardon my sudden departure but Doctor Magnus also emailed me about Weapon V, needs me to check their progress.", he says before turning and walking back the way he came.
As Norman walked, he suddenly got a call that he quickly answered it. "Ah! Harry! How are you?"
["Im good father. I've managed to get straight A's in all of my AP classes and I've joined the Football team..."]
"Far better than the last school you went to, huh?", Norman says with a slight tinge of annoyance in his voice. "What did you call me for?"
["Well I... I just wanted to check how you've been, we don't talk that much even when you're home. You're always-"]
"If it's nothing important, then I'm done talking.", Norman laughs as he hangs up and puts his phone back into his pocket. "Yes... he will be a great candidate."
Jonah walked through the halls of his high school as he would usually, however, he had the eyes of a majority of students and some staff on him. The black eye, the ugly purple bruises and the strips of bandages on his face made it impossible to not look in his direction.
Yet the most horrendous part was their voices, it felt as if they were standing right next to him despite the distance. Jonah wanted to rip his ears off to stop listening to their conversations, their pity, their mockery.
"Jesus Christ what happened to your face?", the familiar voice of Harry Osborn, the richest person in his school grated against his eardrums. "You look awful."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Osborn.", Jonah sarcastically says as he could feel the sensation of his talons slowly coming out but forced them to retract. "Do us both a favor and spare everyone from your biting commentary."
"Whatever asshole.", Harry looked at him with annoyance before walking past him, making sure to push him as he did but couldn't even make him budge as Jonah just walked by.
Jonah felt his fangs grow within his mouth as he wanted to rip Harry's head off his body and use it for bowling. He was suddenly stopped by Maya tugging on his arm with force. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I, uh... got into boxing?"
"Bullshit."
"DAMMIT!"
"You had me worried as hell yesterday and you show up looking like you got jumped.", Maya says with a tinge of anger mixed in with concern. "For real this time, what happened?"
"I...", Jonah looked around as he heard the whispers of the passerby's as they hurriedly made their way to their respective classes. "Can we talk about this like... in private?"
"Fine, at my place. I won't take no for an answer.", Maya says poking his chest only to feel a stinging sensation as she did so, it was like ramming her finger against metal... which should've been impossible.
"Yeah, I'm fine with that. I'll probably be a little late, I got some personal stuff to do.", Jonah says with a small nervous smile to which she just nodded and walked away to her class as the bell rang.
Hours had passed since then, somewhere near Central Park the Fisk Tower stood tall and imposing. Men inside went about their business as those in the upper levels flinched once they hear something land behind them.
The two men pulled out their guns as Bullet Spider effortlessly dispatched them, yawning as he made his way to a large door and kicked it down. Entering a larger room with marble floor and pillars, a small door leading to what looked like a garden as a massive man sat at his desk filing papers.
"I'm here to see Mr. Fisk.", demanded the wall crawler with broken goggles as he approached his desk with purpose.
"Then you should've made an appointment, but I will give the pardon to the hero that defeated both The Lizard and the Rhino within the span of a week.", Fisk said as he looked up from his papers. "My name is Wilson Grant Fisk, it's an honor to finally meet you, Bullet Spider."
"Well, Willy, you're the asshole that bought those properties in Harlem, hired a bunch of assholes to steal their inventory so they can go out of business.", Bullet Spider says as he popped his knuckles and jumped onto his desk, kicking the papers away.
"Such colorful language.", the massive man says with a disappointed head shake. Slowly reaching into a drawer and pulling out two knuckledusters. "I've been called many names in my life, Big Man, the Undertaker, but my favorite of them all...", Fisk stood up and slipped on his knuckledusters. "Is Kingpin."
"Well firstly, your lineup is not sanctioned for you to be talkin all crazy to me buddy. I just put your boy Rhino behind bars, now how bout you put some lotion on? You're too damn ashy to take seriously-", Bullet Spider was quickly silenced as he was met with a punch to his stomach then an uppercut that sent him soaring back.
The Kingpin quickly jumped from his desk with surprising grace as he swung a left hook at Bullet Spider who quickly dodged and roundhouse kicked him hard in the face causing him to stumble back. With an angered expression, he grabbed the spider and slammed him into the ground with force. Pulling his hand back and began beating on him with his knuckle dusters.
Bullet Spider had blocked these attacks with a firm guard that was quickly fading as Kingpin kept punching him before stepping on his arms with the blood of the reopened wounds staining his knuckledusters. Kingpin growled as he was suddenly met with a impact web to his face, Bullet Spider sprung up and knocked him back with a powerful tornado kick.
Kingpin was sent stumbling back as he was slammed into the ground with a body slam, to which he quickly rolled out of the way of a reverse elbow drop. With Bullet Spider reeling back due to the impact, Kingpin kicked him in the abdomen before stomping on his chest
Almosr instantly regaining his composure, he stood straight. " have no issue with heroes, no hero can thwart enough crime to dent my income. However, you're scaring the criminals off the streets entirely, they're afraid to catch a bullet in their throat. Except when you're off fighting the... bigger threats, only then will petty little thugs become more and more confident that they won't be under your radar for a while."
As Wilson said this he had began stepping away to look out his window. Bullet Spider struggled to get up before forcing himself to stand. "So what? You make bigger and badder guys because I fight crime?"
"Now you're getting it.", Kingpin says with a smile. "The most recent example was from the Rhino, the first two are unrelated to me. But there is a way you could avoid all of that... work for me.", the Kingpin of crime says as he sat back at his desk. "You can still continue to help others, save those who truly need it... all while getting paid. All you have to do is look the other way, occasionally... on any occasion I choose to be more exact."
"If that's all that is then...", Bullet Spider shook his head as he sighed. "No. I intend on finishing your reign as the Kingpin no matter what.", he says with a hiss before selling shooting him way up to a vent. "But for today, I'll be taking my leave."
"My offer is still on the table, but until then.", Kingpin smirked as the Bullet Spider crawled into the vent and began crawling away. His thumps being heard as he moved.
Bullet Spider dove out of a vent from outside and began swinging away, his recovering injuries now hurting much more again forced his movements to be more restricted. "This shit sucks. But now I know one thing, Kingpin's been the source of all the shit happening in Harlem, not just the overgrown rhino. Thanks to him... I know what to expect from him from now on..."
He felt himself get more and more dizzy as he swung, he struggled to move even his arms but forced them to move. "Shit... I'm gonna pass out, I need to get to somewhere quickly... wait a minute."
Maya was in her room with a bucket of popcorn as she was watching a drama taking in a hospital. Slowly eating as she indulged into the show just for that moment until there was a loud thudding nose outside coming from her fire escape.
She quickly turned it off before taking out a bat under her mattress, stepping off and slowly inching closer as she quickly opened her window and pulled the bat back to strike anyone only for Bullet Spider to fall into her room.
"Sorry... about that.", Bullet Spider says as he struggles to stand up only to fall back down. Maya quickly dropped the bat as he rolled onto his back, his vision fading as Maya stood over him. Slowly reaching down and pulling off his mask as he promptly passed out.
/End/