New York City: 1933: Harlem
First Person POV
Oh. Hey. I didn't see you there. You probably already know who I am. After all you spent God knows how long watching the kid. But this time. It ain't his story. It's mine.
I'm Peter Parker. Well the Parker of this supposed "alternate universe." I still can't get my head around that mumbo jumbo crap.
In the day that's what I'm called. That's what I am. Peter Parker. Old, square, soft and "feeble" Peter Parker. Famous words from Eugene Thompson. Heh. If only he knew.
But at night I'm called something else...I become someone else. I become the Spider-Man. A cynic vigilante. Though some call me a hero. But also a pyscho. Can't say I blame em. I often wonder if I am. Who wouldn't if they became a freakshow?
Well, you got the gist of it, right? Yeah? Good. Because I ain't going over this again...you probably want to know what I'm doing now, huh?
I'll tell you. I'm waiting for action.
So far, it's a quiet night. The city hasn't one of those in a while. Everything's been calm since the whole "Mister Negative" mess. And Mr. Fixit and his gang have been keeping the peace...for the most part.
For the past few weeks, things have been slow. Not all too bad. No murders or robberies. Just muggings...and a few burglaries.
I'm liking this newfound...quietness. I get to sit back and...remember the simpler times. Back to when life wasn't so...screwed. To when...she was around.
Mary Jane-Watson. I miss her, everyday. Damn firecracker she was. Beautiful, kind, funny...and brave. You could never tell her to stay away if there was people in need. Guess that was one of the things we had in common.
Losing her to Hammerhead...it hurt. Like hell. It took that kid and his friend to snap me out of my funk. And when I did...I realize I got another reason to keep doing this thing.
'WHIROOOO! WHIROOOO!'
And there goes the quietness...okay, Parker. Make this quick and easy. You need some rest. And a damn drink.
'THWIP!'
Third Person POV
"And just when I thought nothing was going to happen tonight. Guess the world likes proving me wrong, doesn't it?" Spider-Man sarcastically remarks as he swings from on top of an apartment complex and into the streets, following the police car trailing a truck.
The police car was picking up speed almost getting in range untill the back of the truck opened and two masked men in suits aimed their Tommy Guns and started firing.
The bullets wounded the cop in the passenger and hit both of the tires, causing the police car to start moving out of control.
'Damn.' Spider-Man mentally curses and the police car flips over. In quick speed, he fires several large amounts of web, creating a barrier that catches car and holds it.
"What happened to making this quick?" He reminds himself and continues his pursuit, catching up to the truck.
He then fires a web to the hood to the roof of the truck and pulls himself forward, landing gracefully.
"What was that?" "It's the Spider! Shoot!"
His spider-sense triggers and on instinct flips backwards and enters the back of the truck and kicks the first Thug he sees in the mouth.
"Sorry fellers, but I'm gonna have to stop your little joy-ride." Spider-Man states and one of the Thugs draws their Tommy Gun and fires. But Spider-Man dodges and quickly kicks it out of the Thug's hand and follows up with a leg sweep, knocking him down.
The 2nd Thug tries to grapple with Spider-Man but he was no match for his strength. Getting thrown the vehicle quite easily.
Spider-Man then exits the backs and flips back onto the roof and rolls to the hood of the car, face to face with the driver and passenger.
"If I were you. Now would be a good time to throw in the towel." Spider-Man suggests and the passenger pulls his Tommy Gun.
"Screw you!" He exclaims and fires, causing Spider-Man to jump out of the way, bullets going through his trench coat.
He twists his body and sticks to the side of the truck. The passenger looks in the side-view window and sees him then rolls down his window and continues to fire.
Spider-Man quickly rolls back over to the top and fires a web, hitting his face, therefore blinding him. And causing him to hit one of the back tires.
This unbalances the truck and causes it to make a rough turn.
Spider-Man stumbles a bit but manages to support himself.
"Great. Now to stop the car. Just gotta..." He starts to say but then a bright light shines on him.
"Argh! What in the-?" Spider-Man starts to say and looks up at the sky and sees...man? Before he could register what he saw, a powerful beam shoots from the light and hits the front of the car, causing it to flip over.
Spider-Man was in shock as the truck was now hurling downwards to a construction site.
"Cripes!" He exclaims and quickly flips from his position on the car and lands on an Excavator and turns his head to see the truck go over his head.
"What the hell?" Spider-Man says and looks back up at the sky, confused.
Then his attention turns to the truck, as he sees the driver crawling out of the wreck.
Spider-Man then swings down and lands in front of him. The driver looks up in fear and pauses as the Web-Slinger bends down to his level.
"Care to tell me what the hell that was?" He questions and the driver looks at him, confused.
"Me? I thought that was you!" The driver exclaims and Spider-Man scoffs.
"Well it wasn't. Sorry to-" He starts but then the bright light appears again and it shines on both of them.
"Nevermind." Spider-Man dismisses and the light dies down. And he hears...rockets?
No longer blinded, the Wall-Crawler opens his eyes and sees a man in a metal suit. Wearing a helmet with an exposed mouth.
"Huh. If it isn't one of New York's resident freaks. The Spider-Man." The metal man spoke and Spider-Man narrows his eyes under his mask.
"Yeah. And to whom am I talking to?" Spider-Man questions and The metal man chuckles.
"None of your business. Now step aside. I need to interrogate the other dirtbag behind you." He informs him and Spider-Man glances towards the driver and examines him.
"He's hurt. And bleeding. He doesn't need interrogating right now. The man needs a hospital." Spider-Man argues and The man in metal chuckles.
"Seriously? Just a flesh wound, the crapsack will be fine. Plus, why save him? The world would be better off without him." The man argues and Spider-Man clenches his fist, getting ready for a fight.
"Not how I do things." He states and The metal man takes a step forward, aiming wrist mount canon at the Web-Slinger.
"Too bad." The man says and Spider-Man gets into a fighting stance, about to attack.
"Sammy! That's enough!" A voice calls out and both of their attention turns towards two men entering the trainyard. One African American with a goatee, wearing a black and yellow suit and the other in a green and yellow gi, wearing a yellow bandana with white eyes.
"The Spider's right. He needs patching up. We can't question a suspect if he isn't shape to talk." The African American tells him and "Sammy" groans in annoyance.
"What happened to codenames, "Power Man?" He remarks and Power Man glances at Spider-Man.
"It won't matter. Cause boss wants us to bring him into the fold." Power Man says and finally Spider-Man chimes in.
"You fellers gonna keep talking like I'm not present?" He asks and Power Man turns to them.
"You're right, My mistake. Spider-Man...our boss would like a sit-down with you." Power Man informs him and Spider-Man raises an eyebrow.
"Sit-down? *scoffs* Who's your boss?" He questions.
"That is classified. And he much rather introduce himself in person." The man in the gi states.
"And if I say no?" Spider-Man challenges and Power Man folds his arms.
"We didn't come for a fight. If we did...no matter how good you are or think you are, we would have taken down by now." Power Man informs and Spider-Man squints his eyes in thought.
"He's right. One blast from "Sammy" totaled that truck. And from the looks of these two...they don't mess around. Can't fight my way out of this one." He thinks to himself.
After a minute of thought, Spider-Man let's out a sigh and picks up the driver, slumping him on his shoulder.
"Fine. I'll come with you. But he needs medical attention." Spider-Man reiterates and Power Man nods.
"Don't worry. We got supplies in the car. Iron Fist will patch the guy up." He assures and the three start to leave the scene, with Spider-Man following suit.