After organizing his desk from today's vast amount of paper work, Wilson Fisk stood from his desk. Adjusting his tie as he slowly scooted out of the spot and pushed his chair forward to neatly rest underneath his desk. That was when he heard the sound of one of his windows shattering.
Bullet Spider had dove through head first with a hiss, his white eyes formed into that same scowl. "Kingpin.", he stood up and backhanded a security guard that entered a room, using his tendrils to pick up another and whip him through the small group of security guards coming to his aid.
"If you want to speak with me, you'll need to set an appointment first.", the Kingpin of Crime said in his usual calm and collected tone, completely unbothered by the vigilantes appearance.
"Maybe I'll make an appointment once you moisturize that ashy ass head you got there.", the black suited vigilante hissed with enough venom to kill a man. "You sent that Shapeshifting fuck and that disgusting maggot after me, didn't you?"
"What if I did?", the Kingpin asked, cocking an eyebrow. "What evidence do you have against me-", his confidence was then met with a punch to the chest. Despite the size difference, Kingpin was launched into his indoor garden in the back of his massive office.
Kingpin grabbed his chest, he could feel his ribs had been broken by the punch. Coughing up blood, he managed to bring himself to his feet. "I could charge you with assault for that."
Bullet Spider let out a soft chuckle. "That's funny, I don't care.", he pointed a clawed finger at him. "Don't you worry your overly large ass, I ain't coming for your throat yet. Hammerhead dies first... unless you attempt something stupid, such as find out who I really am. But I trust you're not as stupid as we think you are."
Shaken and confused, the normally calm Kingpin looked at the Bullet Spider suddenly appear in front of him. "I know you're looking for me, word of advice; stop.", he snarled, a second, far more monstrous voice speaking with him as he crashed through another window and swung away.
Kingpin stood there, the black suit he had wore wasn't something he hadn't noticed... but what he did notice was how organic it looked, like he was wearing actual skin. "Fascinating."
Bullet Spider swung through the city. No grace, no actual sense of style, it looked almost as if he was avoiding to plummet to the street. His thick, black webbing coming out of his fore arms rather than his fingertips. He kept feeling vibrations from his actual phone, he hissed aggressively as he stopped ontop of a building and ripped out the phone from the suit.
"What.", Bullet Spider growled, his white eyes twitching in correlation to his own twitching eyes.
["Dude, where the fuck did you go? You have any idea how awkward it is to write in your shitty handwriting to deliver the fuckin dead body of a shapeshifter?"]
"I went to find Jack O Lantern, but that little disgusting freak ran off before I could rip his throat out.", the black suited spider stated annoyed, more than annoyed actually.
["So Jack got away huh? Dude, I've been talking to Harry and he says he's gonna need that suit back soon."]
The name made him so unreasonably angry, the spider was tempted to crush his phone in his powerful grip. "And why should I give it to him? What has he ever done to warrant such compliance?"
["Okay, one, dude was actually helping us fight that goddamn creep, two, he's been using drones to hunt down the same creep and three WHEN DID YOU START USING BIG WORDS???"]
"Shut the fuck up, you dickhead."
["Ahhh, the balance is restored."]
"I'm not fucking joking around.", Bullet Spider hissed before shaking his head. "What the hell am I doing, I don't need to listen to this.", before Hobie could say anything he hang up and let the suit contain his phone again.
"He doesn't understand.", Bullet Spider looked at Maya's apartment window, it snapped him out of his aggression as he didn't even recognize he had managed to swing over so quickly. He looked at his hand as the suit slowly pushed out his phone, he turned it on and then noticed the hundreds of calls and texts. "Oops."
"We were busy. So who cares?"
"Ugh, here we go.", Bullet Spider used his black tendrils to pull himself onto the fire escape, lifting up the window and stepping in as the suit reformed into a black hoodie, blue sweat pants and simply gave him socks.
Jonah walked out of her bedroom, looking around as he managed to catch her eating what looked like pasta straight from the pot and a jug of Minute Maid next to her. "So, Ive finally returned."
Maya looked at him, her striking blue eyes staring into his soul as she looked away from him. "Welcome back."
"So, how'd that job interview go?", Jonah asked curiously.
"It went, it happened.", Maya states coldly. "You know I saw the news of someone going around in your old costume right? Tried for a few hours to call you and tell you about it, but nope, ignored everytime."
"Well, sorry for being fucking busy. Had to deal with a lot of bullshit today.", Jonah says sarcastically as she glares at him.
"I know you deal with more weird shit than I can ever grasp, but that doesn't mean you just ghost me and then come back like nothing happened.", Maya scoffs, shaking her head as she pointed the spoon at him. "Couch. I won't be arguing about this shit."
Jonah's left eye twitched. "Oh c'mon, it's not like I did anything wrong. I mean I can't just answer every fucking call when I'm in the middle of something."
Maya looked at him. Looked at him for a long time, almost as if she was scanning him. "You still got that suit on don't you?", she smirked once she noticed his posture shift. "Figures. Take it off."
"Do I have to?", Jonah cocked his head
"Absolutely. Do it.", Maya says with a sudden smug smile as Jonah grimaced. "If you don't have a problem, then just, take it off. Easy as that."
"Well.", Jonah forced his clothing to form the black suit itself, he began tugging on the suit but once again it felt like he was peeling away gorilla glue from his flesh.
Maya walked over and bopped him on the top of the head. "Save it, I'm too tired for this. We can talk in the morning, okay?", she balanced the spoon on the top of his head before walking off into her room. Gently closing the door.
Jonah grabbed at the suit, digging his talons within the black substance that immediately tightened as he began to tug on The Suit. Growling like a feral animal, veins pulsing through his neck as the black substance didn't seem to budge, but for him it felt as if he were peeling off his own flesh.
Taking only a moment to breathe, he ripped off the suit in one swift yet painless motion. Jonah himself was surprised at this due to the sheer struggle from before yet the second he placed the suit down he immediately collapsed onto he couch.
The room was still again, the sounds of the tiniest creeks to the arguing of neighbors just a few floors up was the only things he could hear at this moment. He stared at the ceiling, his body unreasonably sore.
"Maybe she has a point.", Jonah thought to himself. "She already told me how she feels about my activities and, even though she did say she's gotten used to it, I know she said it to make me feel better."
The spider mutated individual looked at his black suit... it not only moved from where he placed it so it was next to him but it seemed to breathing yet again. "Maybe it is The Suit... sure I kill Maggia thugs but ripping them in half? Getting angry over the slightest things? Punching through the Chameleon? Sure I still would've murdered him but that was much... even then, why do I lose track of time so much nowadays..."
Jonah sighed before letting his body fully shut down as he passed out on the couch. The black suit slithered closer, before morphing a head to look at him.
Stepping into her apartment building, Elsa took off her jacket and hang it onto the coat hanger. Casually strolling through her living room as she rubbed her neck. "I should really look into a chiropractor."
"I can help you with that.", a dark corner was suddenly lit up by the illuminating purple light of the Prowler's suit. "But, imma need something in return."
Elsa was terrified for a moment, backing away and cowering behind her kitchen counter, scrambling for a weapon of any sort. "What do you want?"
"Information about the suit.", The Prowler titled his head as he stood up, wiping the dust off of his precious jacket. "Y'know... I've worked with Kingpin, along with having to do some dirty work for Oscorp specially because they were a client of him... never knew there was a lab hidden in the sewers."
Elsa stopped for a moment and titled her head, The Prowler laughed at this before slowly approaching her. "That got your attention didn't it? Good. I need information on that Black Suit my buddy has been wearing."
The moment the words black suit left his mouth, the scientist immediately knew what he was talking about. "The Bullet Spider... he's wearing SYM-A01, but I thought it was lost after the fight with SYM-A01-2."
"Misinformation is a curse these days."
"How long as he been wearing it?"
"About a week at this point, he thinks I haven't noticed his change in behavior but I have.", Prowler lifted up one finger. "He thinks I didn't notice it, the change in attitude and behavior that is. Makes me think that the thing itself had more of an effect on him than just amping his physical strength."
"You're actually correct, the Symbiote he wears bonds to the host at a sub-cellular level.", Elsa stated, the masked bounty hunter nodded along with this. "Our main goal was to replicate it, make bio suits for soldiers-"
Prowler shushed her for a moment, his white eyes narrowing. "You say replicate it, which implies it's not as man made as I expected. What is it really? Harry told me that Connors was freaking out about the suits absence but never explained why."
"Well... simply put, we found it.", the scientist says nervously. "A few years ago Oscorp sent a team to investigate a meteor crash a few miles out of the city."
"So what he's wearing... is an alien?", the Prowler tilted his head in confusion as she nodded in confirmation. "Huh... not what I expected honestly."
"How did he even acquire the suit anyways?"
"He was hurt, badly hurt, Carnage stabbed him through the neck and he was going to die. Either from blood loss or shock.", The Prowler showed off a holographic image of a male body, showcasing a small hole in the neck. "But the Symbiote just left Harry and-"
"It chose him.", Elsa stated as she began to lean over the counter. "You have to get that thing off him and destroy it, who knows what would happen if they actually achieve symbiosis."
The Prowler would've facepalmed if he could touch his own face. "And how do I deal with that?"
It took a moment for Elsa to actually recognize what he was asking about. "We discovered the organisms are sensitive to sonic frequencies, prolonged exposure could render the Symbiote unconscious for a while. We haven't discovered a frequency that won't kill the Symbiote without disabling the host as well."
"That's all I need to know, loud enough to knock the thing off but not enough to kill him.", The Prowler says as he tilted his head. "How many more are there beyond the Carnage Symbiote?"
"Uh... one actually, but it's not only a psudeo synthetic clone it's practically harmless to the public.", Elsa stated as she snapped her fingers. "There should be its original container found in the same lab you were in, it produces sonic frequencies to weaken it but not completely kill it.", she turned around to grab something before hearing his foot steps rapidly disappear out of earshot.
The scientist then noticed he had jumped out of her window. "Right. They do tend to do that."
/End/