The next day Peter has gotten up, he already felt completely energized, waves of energy were coursing through his very body, as he felt his joints pop by doing his morning stretches. He had woken up pretty early, around sevenish-o'clock, so that gave him plenty of time for him to prepare some breakfast for MJ and for him to head to the EMF.
"Okay, what's on the agenda this morning?" Peter said to himself, as he was checking through the cupboards and the fridge to see what he can make. One of the things that Peter and MJ agree on is the fact that they prefer to cook their own food from scratch. Anything bread related they decided to bake on their own, in addition to celebratory treats and what-have-you. It was something that both MJ and Peter enjoyed greatly, so all they had, for the most part, were ingredients.
"Chocolate chip pancakes,"
Peter jumped at the voice that echoed within his head, whipping his back around to see if anyone was around. Strangely enough, he didn't even see a single soul out in the open. Not through the windows, and MJ hasn't come downstairs yet. What was even stranger was that his Spider-Sense didn't even go off at the sound of that mysterious voice.
Still, Peter just shrugged. "Well, chocolate chip pancakes it is. MJ is sure to love it."
MJ was working tirelessly at The Daily Bugle, working as the associate editor, reviewing the papers that are going to be released left and right in order to iron out some particular details of the papers The Daily Bugle's gonna be posting out. It was a rather stressful job, one that can sometimes give her a major headache dealing with, as it requires all of her attention to detail and focus. Hopefully, this breakfast should cheer her up.
Making the batter was a simple task, using the right ratios of flour, sugar, eggs, and salt to get it to the right flavour and consistency, while also adding in the right amount of chocolate chips to the batter, stirring it up nice and well, before pouring some of the batter into a pan, the batter sizzling under the heat of the pan as it began to cook.
The aroma that emitted from the pancake as it was cooking was absolutely intoxicating to Peter's nose as the smell reached him. He always enjoyed the smell of anything sugary, almost anyone does, but for some reason, the smell felt even stronger than normal. He chalked it up to the suit kicking his senses up a few notches.
As the pancakes were cooking, one of his new tendrils had extended from his left shoulder-blade and went over to the coffee machine, filling the machine up with some water and coffee pods, while also getting a couple of mugs out of the cupboard. The tendril had placed one of the mugs under the nozzle of the machine, before pressing the on-button. A whirring sound emitted from the machine and then a brown, hot liquid came from the nozzle, filling the mug up.
While all of this was happening, another tendril extended from his other shoulder blade and had worked its way over to the fridge, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. The tip of the tendril had scoped up and down, left and right, almost as if it had eyes, before it divided into three more. One of them had grabbed a can of whip cream, while the other two had grabbed a plastic container, one each, one filled with strawberries and the other filled with blueberries.
Peter used the spatula in his hand to flip a pancake right into the air, right onto the plate, a third pancake being placed on top of the other two. "Nice, that's MJ's done," He said, as he looked to his currently empty plate. "Mine to go." He finished.
With that, while he prepared his batch of pancakes, the tendrils worked their magic. The tendrils had sprayed some whip cream on top of the pancake, with the other tendril had spread itself into multiple, thin, root-like tendrils before it began to pick up some blueberries and placing them on top of MJ's stack of pancakes, before finishing it off with a strawberry on top.
When MJ's stack of pancakes was done, the tendril that worked the coffee machine had went out of its way to set up the nearby table with mats for their plates and drinks, while also getting two pairs of knives and forks for the two and placong them evenly for both Peter and MJ.
Peter has to admit; he can see why Harry loves his suit. It made multitasking a breeze, and this was just him cooking breakfast. He can only imagine the sort of possibilities he can use this suit for.
One of his tendrils had brought both coffee cups onto the table, placing them onto the coasters. Then, just when Peter was done flipping his own pancake, he brought his own plate over and the pancake landed on top of the rest, finishing the stack. With that, all but one of his tendrils had sunk back into him, with the remaining tendril grabbing his plate and placing it on his mat on the table.
Just then, the creaking of the stairs had brought Peter's attention, before he saw MJ, stretching her arms and yawning as she got downstairs. After what happened last night, MJ was understandably tired, especially when she was faced with the threat of Peter himself dying right in her own arms, in addition to editing the story about the new Hunters coming into New York. So saying that she was a bit tired after what happened last night was a bit of an understatement.
"Hey MJ," Peter called out, startling MJ as she turned to him. "How'd you sleep?"
"Ugh, lousy," MJ complained as she took in the sight of the meal. "Pete...did you do this?"
"Yeah," Peter confirmed as he set the pan down near the sink. "Figured that since you were practically tapped out last night I decided to cook us some breakfast for the two of us."
"Pete, you didn't have too," MJ said.
"But I wanted too," Pete answered back. "You've been incredibly busy lately and I... wanted to help you in some way. I thought that this might be a good start. Besides, you're gonna need the fuel for today."
One of the greatest things that MJ admired about Peter was his selflessness. His willingness to put the safety and happiness of others before himself was something that she had admired and was reminded of such a thing at many times. However, sometimes it's the smaller things that he does that reminds her of her affection towards Peter.
"Now come on," Peter motioned for her to move forward. "Let's dig in." He pulled the chair for her so she can sit down, and she gladly did so. The two of them dug in, while Peter also switched on the radio, to which the voice of a not-so-friendly-neighbourhood publisher.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you know that I have a great love for the city that is New York," The voice of an old man spoke through their radio, something that seemed to set Peter off, as he'd been reminded of that voice every single day when he worked at the Daily Bugle. "The sky is blue, the leaves are turning to beautiful maple, and the city is filled with DISGUSTING WEBBING!! It has come to my attention that, at an abandoned zoo, Spider-Man and a new masked vigilante had initiated combat with these new Hunters. Spider-Man had caused mass damage to the property. Reports have even stated some of the Hunters have sustained many injuries, including deep cuts and bleeding.
"Now we know that, as a masked vigilante, spilling a bit of blood is inevitable. However, what I cannot condone is the intentional lethal harming of the people you're supposed to stop! Thankfully, they haven't succumbed to such injuries, and top medical professionals have been called in to help them recover while they are awaiting trial in a court of law and order. With that out of the way, I personally believe this is the start of Spider-Man's downfall...NOT THAT HE WAS THAT HIGH UP TO BEGIN WI--"
Almost immediately, Peter had regretted turning on the radio, and, using his new tendrils, had reached over to the knob on the radio and turned it, switching to a nice, calm music. It came from the category of classical music, and it was something that lifted their spirits.
"I swear, I cannot stand his voice," Peter said, choosing to take a sip of his cup of coffee. "It's like listening to nails on a chalkboard, on repeat twenty-four/seven. I feel sorry for the fact that you have to deal with him."
"Yeah, you were not joking that dealing with him is absolutely terrible," MJ ranted, before taking a piece of her stack of pancakes and chewing on it and moaning in delight. "Man, this is good. Are you sure you made this?" Out of comedic effect, she gasped and dramatically pointed at Peter. "Are you even Peter Parker? What have you done with him?"
Peter laughed at the joke she was making, before he got into character. Doing a stage cough, he then spoke in a deeper, older tone. "Oh how easily you've figured it out, Mary-Jane Watson. I... am the evil Doctor Octopus who has taken over the body of Peter Parker in a bid to ruin his personal life and his status as a superhero! Bow before my new Spider-Arms!"
The two shared a massive laugh at the joke he made. The voice he made sounded like the biggest parody of Otto's own voice.
Breakfast went by rather smoothly, the two enjoying their wonderful meal together, exchanging jokes and laughing together, while also enjoying the tunes. When that was done, Peter had washed up the dishes and equipment he had used for the pancakes, and left them to dry before he headed upstairs. On the way their, his attention was robbed by a particular photo hanging on the wall.
It was a younger version of Peter Parker, hanging out with his Uncle Ben, teaching him how to properly use a hammer and hammering nails. His Uncle Ben had an incredibly large smile across his face. "Hey Uncle Ben," Peter said, a smile gracing his lips. "Gonna keep making you proud."
With that, he headed right upstairs to his own room and began to skim through his own wardrobe. Soon, he took an outfit off of his hanger and donned it, now in a white t-shirt with a grey flannel over it, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, grey jeans and brown boots. However, he quickly realized what was missing.
His web-shooters.
He often wore them in plain sight, their design made them look mere bracelets of sorts. However, he realized that his web-shooters have gotten missing after he acquired his new suit. Then, from the very edge of his sleeves, grey tendrils came right out of his fingertips, travelling across his entire body at a rapid pace, covering him entirely, before it pulled back, revealing his new grey suit. Then, as fast as it appeared, it had pulled back into his flesh, revealing the same outfit he wore before, but with the additional web-shooters as his accessories.
"The suit can make clothes?" Peter asked himself. When he felt the suit cover him entirely, he felt his clothes just...disappear, almost as if they didn't even exist. Then, he felt them just materialize into existence, just like that. It made him wonder just what else his new suit can do.
With that, he quickly headed back downstairs and right into the garage, deciding to pick up some of his older gadgets that Harry could use when doing his hero-work. They were gadgets that he had stopped using when he upgraded his Advanced Suit to utilize Spider-Arms, based off of Otto Octavius' arms, utilizing the neural-interface. These gadgets were ones he had used during the Devil's Breath Crisis but, once again, he had stopped usage of them when he began to upgrade his original web-shooters to become much more compact, efficient and stronger at the same time, while also providing a variety of effects, many of which he can replicate with both his new arms and web-shooters.
There was also another factor to it as well. As he began to be greater at stealth, the usage for his vast pools of gadgets began to decrease as he found more inventive and creative ways to utilize his gadgets, limiting them to a smaller pool of options. Miles also had a similar set-up. Utilizing limited gadgets as he had his 'Venom Power', as he liked to call it, to make up for the lack of other gadgets he didn't have. And that's not even going into detail about his newfound powers he discovered the other day.
A sort of new Venom Power appeared right out of nowhere, only blue in colour, and incredibly volatile, as Miles put it. It was something he was working on controlling as it was much more powerful than his regular Venom Power, which was normally yellow in colour.
But that was immaterial at the minute, as he already grabbed his backpack and, by using his newfound power, he stored it away within his new suit. He already began to theorize that it acts as sort of a pocket dimension, one which the suit can store a potentially-unlimited amount of stuff. With that, he grabbed his satchel, which was already filled with food and his notebooks, thanks to MJ, and soon, he was already on his way to the EMF.
Deciding to call ahead of time, he brought out his phone, and called Harry's number, the phone ringing as he already dialed it up. Just then, Harry picked up. "Hey, Pete!"
"Hey Harry," He said to his best friend. "How's business at the EMF doing?"
"Doing great. Since it's a Saturday, Miles visited over and has been teaching me a few things about being a hero," Harry responded. "Is this what you've been doing all the time for years?"
"...Yeah, pretty much," Peter admitted, his voice laced with embarrassment. "You wouldn't believe the amount of times I had to make up excuses to do hero work. It can be a pain, at times."
"I can imagine," Harry admitted. "Miles is currently setting me up with some of his gadgets, like you suggested the other day. He's got some seriously sweet tech. I mean, Holo-drones, Shock Mines, and even Gravity Wells! This is some seriously sweet tech."
"Courtesy of The Underground," Peter remarked.
"Yeah, I bet Miles took some of their tech before. He said he's got so much of it, he doesn't know what to do with it all. He said he's gonna take some of the tech parts and store it at the EMF so that we could use it."
"When you say 'we', you mean everyone at the EMF...right?"
"Huh? Oh--ugh, yeah, of course. I think we could use it for better security systems and outfit some security guards with this technology. Heck, if we can all get our hands on some of The Hunters' tech parts, we can make even better tech for many different types of equipment!"
Harry was always like this. Because of his upbringing in being expected to inherit Oscorp, he had been educated in the ways of being a true business man, looking out for potential beneficial opportunities and ways to improve what they already have. Harry was also one to focus on using such opportunities in improving the people around him. He was always selfless like that.
"Sounds like a plan," Peter smiled. "I'll swing on by and head there as quick as I can."
"How many times have you said that and meant it literally?" Harry remarked with a laugh, causing Peter to laugh at the joke, before he hung up. Running directly into an alleyway, he hid from plain sight as his clothes morphed into his new grey suit. He looked down upon the suit with awe, before he realized something.
This suit stuck out like a sore thumb, being completely organic and would certainly raise the concerns of different people. Things would be so much easier if he had access to his original suit.
At that thought, the suit once again pulled back, revealing his Advanced Suit 2.0. With red fabric over his head, shoulders, waist, and the back of his arms and hands, lined with black webbing and a blue metallic-sheen on the rest of the body, with a white carbon-fibre mesh for durability on his forearms, which extended directly over his knuckles, adding a bit more firepower to his punching attacks. The mesh also went onto his feet, more specifically the soles of his outfit and his heels, enhancing the power of his kicking attacks, and to slide across the ground. The stark-white spider-emblem on his chest was large as well.
"I've got to admit," Peter said, amazed at the suit. "This is one hell-of-a suit."
With that, he tethered his webs directly to the ledges of the buildings that had made up the alley, before he took off like a slingshot, launching himself across the numerous buildings that had laid beneath him. Once he hit the apex of his launch, he had spread his arms, activating his new Web-Wings as he began to glide across the air, feeling the wind automatically pick him up and speeding him across the suburban buildings of his home street.
The EMF was a relatively large building, even as a starting company. Being two stories high, and uniquely structured walls. They curved upwards at the corners, revealing the inside of the buildings. The building was two stories, so the unique structure of the wall was doubled, which were supported by beams of grey polished steel. The walls had a hexagonal pattern on them, with lines bisecting them, with each half having a different shade of grey. Right behind the entire building was a large dome, reminiscent of the Las Vegas Dome. And right there, just above the doors, was a symbol of a multi-shaded green leaf, proudly behind the name of this company.
The Emily-May Foundation.
It was named in honour for Emily Osborn, who had passed away by H63D Syndrome Type-3, or Oshtoran Syndrome, and his own Aunt May, who had unfortunately passed away due to the GR-27, or more widely known around New York City as "Devil's Breath". Peter could not thank Harry enough for doing such a thing. He even went further by doing so, which is something he'll witness soon.
Peter, in his civilian clothes, had walked right inside the building, taking in the sights of the polished wooden floors, the soft carpets, the comfortable chairs that had decorated the first floor, he came to the wonderful sight of a tree. Peter recognized it instantly as Emily's tree. Right in front of it was a sign that read "Hawthorn Tree" in memory of Emily Osborn." Surrounding the tree were a chain of blossoms, with the sign reading "May Blossoms in memory of May Parker", right in a small spot between the blossoms.
As of right now, he has to head to straight to Harry's office so he can guide him into some training.
"I'm telling you man, that suit is just not good," Harry argued, pointing at the notepad that lies directly at Miles' lap.
Harry Osborn was an American man with matching brown hair, which was thick and waving around the place, and eyes, and light brown skin. His outfit was a simple white long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and a black sweater over that. His jeans were a matching black, along with his shoes being brown dress shoes.
Miles Morales is of African-American and Hispanic descent. His skin was a dark brown, with his hair being combed metoculously into small dreadlocks, ones that had drifted to the left side of his head. He wore a white shirt, which was covered by his hoodie/jacket combination, the hoodie being black and with the jacket being a combination of red and white. The jeans he wore were greyish-black with black and blue sport trainers.
"Aw, come on man, this suit is awesome," Miles commented, showing the notepad to him.
The suit was...different. The top half consisted of red, with white webbing and a silver spider-emblem right in the centre. The legs were thick and blue, almost as if it was armour, yet it was not. The top arms of the spider had extended all the way to his arms, right down to the back of his hands. Right at the shoulders, though, they had continued to connect to the spider emblem on the back, with the bottom legs doing the same. The top portion also had a hood added onto it as well.
The bottom was completely black, with the exception of a few grey supplementary fabrics designed for additional protection, more specifically on the knees. Additional padding. The actual shoes were Adidas shoes, being white and blue, with red being grafted on them with a white spider pattern on them.
The problem was...the mask. It was grey, with white lenses, along with red on the outside of the white. The problem was the fact that it showed the hair. That was the main problem for Harry.
"I-I don't know, man, I mean..." Harry stumbled upon his own words. "I've seen a lot of Peter's suits. Very few of them were bad, a lot of them good, some in between, but this..." Harry pointed to the notepad, more specifically the drawing on the notepad. "Is not good."
"Oh come on, Harry, you know it's good," Miles countered. "It's got that drip, man."
"Drip?" Harry questioned. "Pal, I can easily design a brand new suit. One that is infinitely better than the one that you have designed. One that has actual drip."
"Is this because of the shoes?"
"No! Well...sorta, but I can go on for a while about this new suit, Miles," Harry said.
"Alright, then, go on," Miles dared Harry.
"Well, first off; the colour scheme," Harry began. "The red and blue make it seem that it was designed by Peter himself. Make it so that it matches your colour-scheme then it would be a big improvement.
"The second are the shoes. Last I checked, your powers rely on super-thin, yet durable, fabrics in order to make use of your adhesiveness, right?" Harry questioned, receiving confirmation from Miles in the form of a nod.
That was the main issue in designing a Spider-Man suit. They had to make it durable enough in order to ensure that they can resist hits like bullets, even missiles to an extent, but thin enough to where they can use their adhesive abilities. In Miles' case, he had to ensure that the material he uses doesn't disintergrate when in contact with his Venom Power. His Venom Power had enabled him to freely manipulate the bio-electricity builds up within him during any fight.
"That's where I have my concern. True, your strength can help you scale walls, but that can easily drain you of your stamina, and fast. Peter explained that your adhesiveness can help with losing less stamina as it automatically helps you maintain your adhesion to objects.
"The third is the hair. You told me about the time you stumbled upon a conspiracy in your neighborhood in Harlem, about how they were trying to raise crime by taking control of buildings, electricity, water, that sort of stuff. Wilson Fisk himself was keeping tabs on you, taking pictures. By removing a piece of that mask, you're exposing yourself to criminals, and that's not even accounting for the fact that, if a single hair is lost...Bam! Secret identity blown! I don't think it's a good idea for you to have your hair open like that."
"Hey guys, what's going on?" A familiar voice rung out through the room as Peter, Miles', and now Harry's, mentor stepped into the office.
"Miles came up with a brand new suit design," Harry explained, before he grabbed the notepad from Miles' hand, before handing it out Peter, who was already looking at the design.
He was silent for a few seconds before he responded. "Miles, have you...been cooking with an Easy Bake Oven?"
"Aw, come on, Pete, you too!?"
"Yep, sorry Miles," Peter said, before pointing at the door behind him. "Now come on. We both have some training to do."
"Got it." Harry said, with Miles already following suit. With that, they exited the EMF, going straight into different alleyways so that they all can change into their suits. Peter was in his regular Advanced Suit 2.0 for this session.
Harry's suit was completely black, with the exception of some white on it. His suit was militaristic in style with large, thin and durable plating covering almost every part of his body, ensuring protection. It was something that was practically designed for additional bulk and defense. The armour on his torso had highlighted what would be abs, with some additional armaments, such as a belt, although it seemed to have no practical use, along with straps. Once again, they seem to have no functionality whatsoever. On his chest, however, was a white, styalized spider-emblem, geometric in terms of design.
Miles' suit was completely black, with the exception of the red webbing that had encompassed the entirety of the upper half of his suit. Red armour had covered his shoulders and all the way down to the back of his hands. His mask had white lenses with red around the lenses as well. The spider-emblem was smaller than Peter's emblem, and was red in colour.
The three then began to swing across New York with Peter and Miles using their webs while Harry utilized his tendrils in order to latch onto the buildings, propelling himself right into the air, following the other two.
Harry noticed that the two had Web-Wings, which had allowed them to glide across the air, which made it easier for them to travel long distances without using web-fluid. It made him question if he could do such a thing too. Just then, he felt...something take control, unleashing a bundle of tendrils, propelling himself upwards, before that force had adjusted his body, spreading his limbs outwards, feeling something extending from his biceps to his ribs. Before he knew it, he was gliding like a pro, with his new black Web-Wings.
"Crazy..." Harry commented, seeing just how he was able to glide just by thinking. "This suit is balancing me. It compensates for my size, build, air currents, everything. This suit is so radical."
He retracted his new Web-Wings and utilized the suits' power, generating a mass of tentacles that had sprung him forward, before generating a black line of faux-webbing that clung itself to a nearby lamppost. Choosing to go beyond the apex of his swing, he spun in a 360 loop, going up and over, down and around, launching himself so that he was neck and neck with the other two Spider-Men.
Before the trio knew it, they were already standing at the top of a currently abandoned apartment building. It was quiet, peaceful, perfect for talking or in this case training.
"Alright guys, what's for training?" Harry then turned around before he took in the sight of his friends.
"I'm gonna keep this simple," Peter responded. "You and Miles are gonna duke it out on this rooftop. Don't go too overboard. This is merely an assessment on your skill level currently."
That wasn't a joke. Peter had witnessed Harry's increasing skill level over the past couple of days when he had been assisting as a new vigilante. You could chalk it up to simple experience or creativity, but he seemed to be progressing at an unnatural rate, far more than mere talent can take anyone.
Then again, it could actually be talent and he was just overthinking things.
Noticing the tone of Peter's voice, Harry chose to stay on guard, not giving a single quarter, making sure he was ready for what was heading his way. Just then, he felt the faintest tingles of static, the covered hairs on the back of his neck sticking up. He barrel-rolled out of the way, feeling the yellow-golden electricity nearly graze him. With how close it was, he could feel the heat emanating from the Venom Punch, despite the fact that he doesn't feel all that much pain from heat. If he was on the receiving end of such a move, he could easily be paralyzed just from the electricity alone.
His evasive tactic was sloppy, him performing several rolls before he got back up to the camouflaged Miles. He mentally scolded himself. He was so focused on his own guard he let Miles slip right past him. Strangely enough though, he could still see him. Although, not to the point where he can full on witness him in full colour. It was like a silhouette, one that was a transparent blue. The second he got up, his vision was clouded by blue electricity, the sparks of blue plasma electrocuting him. Even though the heat from the attack didn't faze him, the pain that ran through him did. His suit was able to help block some of it, but it didn't block the rest, which his nerves were being bombarded with.
Using his sight, he began to look around for Miles. His cloaking ability has a time-limit, to a degree, although, with training, he is capable of holding his ability for longer periods of time. Just then, his vision began to blur, a myriad of different colours began to invade his sight, much like a kaleidoscope, before it settled on a grey/red/orange colour scheme, much like the colour of blood-stained earth. With it, he was able to see the relatively hot shape of Miles. Oddly enough, it was actually hotter than any other hot object out there. Harry had attributed such an effect was the result of his bio-electricity.
Because of that, he was able to easily pinpoint Miles' location. He spun around and jumped into the air, a collection of volatile black slime collecting into his right hand as he raised it upwards, before throwing it, hurdling towards where Miles was going. The ball of tendril slime exploded, with blotches of the tar-looking substance spreading across the roof of the abandoned building while also knocking Miles back. The attack had dialed down on the power, ensuring that no actual damage had been done to the building.
Miles properly got his bearing after performing a few rolls before he was already in a crouching position, looking as if he was about to leap, with the fingertips of his right hand touching the ground. His feet glowed gold before the additional force created by his Venom had propelled him towards Harry in a blink of an eye.
Only Harry had somehow reacted, his form being engulfed by the tendrils he can produce from his form, before he launched himself head on to Miles' attack. The tendrils had twisted so that they were around Miles, before the had pulled him into the sea of black. The writhing tendrils didn't actually harm Miles much, but the tendrils had launched him straight right into the air, throwing him straight through the air.
He was by no means uneducated in martial-arts. He had never officially studied under a master of the martial-arts, but he has observed Peter doing some before, and by that, he means using such techniques on his enemies, which focuses on Aikido and standard Karate. He would utilize those particular principles of discipline and self-control in order to ensure he did not actually injure anyone unintentionally. Spider-strength was actually quite impressive when placed onto a human.
But to the main point was that he was, somewhat, well equipped to handle with non-lethal threats. He had dealt with some regular criminals and dealt some damage to the new cult running around and some of the Hunters so he at least knew how to throw a punch.
Following the uplift of Miles due to his attack, he had launched himself upwards, a collection of his tendril mass building up in his arm before it rocketed towards Miles' direction. The clump of compressed mass would've hit its target, but Miles had used his Venom Power to propel himself up into the air, before converting his yellow electricity into his new blue plasma.
Just then, Harry felt his body jerk forward, his body going towards Miles as he was glowing blue, waves of energy seemed to be emitted from his body, before they pulled back in waves, pulling Harry back with it. The energy combusted, sending Harry flying back hard onto the ground, groaning as he felt the bio-electric plasma surge through his body. The sparks died down, ending the pain, but it certainly left an impression.
"Remember, stay on your guard, bud," Peter said, who was currently crouching on a ledge nearby. "Can't forget evasive tactics. It's certainly a better option than simply going for a defensive move. Just because you're strong, doesn't mean you're invincible."
"Message received..." Harry got out, getting to his feet. "...by all the bones in my own body."
"Alright, as short as it was, I think I can whip up a few new training courses for you Harry. That..." Peter than grabbed the bag full of his own gadgets he had stored within his suit. "Got a few gifts for you."
Harry took the bag and opened it up, checking its contents. He rummaged through it a little bit, pulling something out. "A suspension-matrix...a trip-mine and..." He then pulled an additional something out as well, seeing that it was a Spider-Drone. "Pete, this is sweet!!"
"Definitely is," Peter agreed. "That said, they both have an auxillary-recharger so that they can be used after some time after being used. Because of that, it's best if you use them wisely and carefully."
Harry nodded to that. These gadgets don't seem to be the sort of thing you can just fling around on a whim. He had to be very strategic with how he applied his new gadgets.
After a few more rounds of training, the trio decided to split apart. Miles and Peter chose to head directly to the EMF for some work on projects with each other. Even if Miles wasn't actually a member of the EMF, he still wished to help around as much as he could, especially with the new project being about a modified version of his energy-converter.
There was also another reason to it as well. Harry was then swinging over to Little Odessa in order to get information about Kraven The Hunter. Peter was acting as his guy in the chair for the mission, who had set up a communication-link between him and Harry. It was similar as to what Miles and Ganke had, where Ganke would help him design some new tech and suit ideas with the two building them together.
However, it allows Harry the excuse to go out and do some hero work at Little Odessa...
Harry had stood in front of the 'Solid Gold Pawn' shop. Underneath his mask, he was staring agape at the cluttered mess. The sign was hanging loose on the top, there was rubbish on the path itself, the windows were shattered, leaving fragmented shards of glass on the pavement itself, transforming the safe paths into a hazardous trap.
"What happened here?" Harry asked, approaching the man that was sweeping.
The man looked up from his sweeping, taking in the sight of Harry in his suit. "You're the new hero running around, yes?" He spoke in a Russian accent.
"Uh, yeah," Harry gave a thumbs up at the man. "Haven't decided on a name yet, but gonna figure one out soon."
"Sometimes the scariest of people are the ones that have no name," The owner replied, rather cryptically.
"Anyway, what happened here?" Harry asked.
"Hunters have passed through here for days now," The man explained, who had also continued his sweeping. "It's doing damage to my own business."
"Speaking of which..." Harry then took out the shard of the dagger that was embedded into Peter once-upon-a-time. "Could you tell me about this antique? I heard you deal in this sort of stuff and...it almost killed Spider-Man."
With shaky hands, the owner had grabbed the blade, feeling the cold steel, observing the curve and sharpness of the blade itself, before his eyes landed on the symbol of a lion on that had been stamped onto it. "I'm sorry, I...cannot help you."
He hastily returned the blade before opening the door to his shop. "I've seen this symbol before, you must leave!"
"Wait, I can protect you from the Hunters!" Harry countered, who also held the door, preventing him from closing it.
"Then you're mistaken if you think it's them I'm worried about!" The owner countered. "I thought I left this in Volgograd...the flames have been lit...this is his jungle now."
"You mean Kraven?"
The owner stepped forward. "Kravinoff."
He then closed the door to his pawnshop, leaving Harry behind. Instead of standing there, he jumped to a higher ledge, right into a crouching position, taking in the scenes around him. Noticing the black plumes of smoke in the area, along with an additional stream of smoke in the distance, he realized what the man had meant.
"The flames have been lit..." Harry whispered, before he took out his phone, messaging Miles. "Hey bud...saw some bonfires...I'll deal with one of them, you take care of the other." With the message sent, he quickly got to work.
Following one of Peter's lessons, he looked at the location the Hunters were settled in. Large sticks, piled up together, forming some sort of pyramid, were burning at a slow pace, but bright enough to be noticed. There were a few water towers around, with some of the Hunter Vultures perched right on top of them, their optic lenses scanning and searching for any necessary enemies with the fierce precision of any apex predator.
Tethering a black web to it, he yanked himself closer, kicking it into mere scraps and shrapnel. He then proceeded to do the same with the other vulture, sending the pair of vultures directly to the scrap heap.
However, this garnered the attention of the Hunters, who had looked up, receiving the sight of Harry, who was already jumping down from a water tower, a bundle of black biomass in both hands joined together above his head, striking at one of the Hunters, the remaining biomass tying him to the ceiling-floor of the building.
The ranged guns of the Hunters had aimed their sights and fired their ammunition at Harry. Instantly, instead of dodging the attack, his tendrils swirled in front of him from his right arm, creating a rectangular shield, much akin to a riot shield used by SWAT teams. The sides were lined with sharp spikes and the front was reinforced with dense biomass. The shield defended him from the attack. The shield he made was so strong he didn't even feel the recoil.
Despite its volume and density, Harry wielded the shield like it was a feather. He charged at one of the Hunters, his form speeding towards the man. Even though his bladed dual-swords were strong, they were unable to pierce his riot shield. The hefty weight crashed into the man, sending him flying right into a nearby wall, sticking him to it in place.
His biomass shifted into his feet, propelling himself up into the air, scanning for a suitable target. Just then, his eyes trained on to one of the shooters. A tendril extended from his shoulder, attaching itself right next to the shooter, before he had yanked himself towards the sniper. His riot shield had been positioned so it was on his left, almost as if he was ready for a back-hand. His riot shield crashed into the sniper, the hardened biomass made it so the impact was strong, so he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. The floor beneath them was damaged as a result, running web-shaped cracks through the centre.
Shifting his attention towards the other Hunters, he bent his entire body under the blade of of cold grey steel of the curved blades. The dodge was sluggish, unable to prevent his feet from shuffling backwards as he attempted to evade the cutting-edge of the blade. A clump of black goo whipped out of his arm, sending him flying and sticking him to a mini water tower. Furthermore, the residue that was left behind had sprayed itself into even more tendrils, latching themselves onto other objects, including a few of the Hunters, before the reeled themselves back. The collision caused the water tower to burst, dousing the fire out in the process, grey steam rose up in the air with a strong hissing and sizzling sound.
With the threat disposed, Harry proceeded to have a look around the now-destroyed base, before he caught wind of something over in the corner. Making his way there, he saw a bunch of mechanical parts around, in addition to some vodka bottles. "Well, would you look at that?" Harry joked about, taking the bottle in his hand. "From Volgograd...looks like they're having a party without me."
Just then, he had heard some crashing in the distance. Harry had turned his head around and saw the flames of the other bonfire had been extinguished...and the faint sparks of blue had risen from that spot. "Looks like Miles has got to the other one."
Taking out his phone, he had checked to see if Miles had given a respond back. Turns out they've been getting vodka shipments from Volgograd. Miles guessed they're coming in from the docks, seeing as there aren't any landing pads at his current location.
"Looks like we got a lead," Harry commented, using his tendrils to boost himself to one of the higher platforms. "At this rate, we'll be able to save Connors in no time."
At this rate, I'm going to have to come up with a schedule for writing stories because under no circumstances should anyone wait two whole months just for one chapter. I deeply apologize but being so preoccupied with college and other family matters, it was hard to find the time.
Also, I believe that this chapter wasn't really the greatest, just additional filler if that makes sense. Although I believe the first part of this chapter was good. Please leave feedback, if possible, and enjoy.