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Issue 1: One Point Worse, Two Points Better
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Earth – 120686
Two Years and Six Months Ago…
After This World's Otto Octavius Reign As…The Superior "Spider-Man"…
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12:30 AM
New York City
".Agh!...D-Damnit…!"
Peter clutched to the edge of a building. The pain after the fight from the Goblin. Meaning adrenaline is wearing off. Yet, Peter couldn't care less. But he made it to a construction area, the last time he got here was fighting the Juggernaut, a fight he couldn't believe he won and had 53 broken ribs to then rest only 3 weeks, to then putting the symbiote in cement after fighting Eddie Brock. Now the bag in hand of all the Green Goblin's equipment, even schematics for the glider, Peter just lazily threw it to the cement. Watching all of it go slowly down, watching it fade away deep inside the cement without gaining anyone's attention. To then now…That was it. All of the pain of years dealing with the Green Goblin, slowly fading. While everything about the Goblin or all Norman's actions does fade away…the memories won't.
Last known anything of Norman Osborn or…The Green Goblin was done. Gone. Normally with all of the time in the world, Peter would've been happy in victory. Go home. Hug MJ. Aunt May. Share a drink with friends of his old highschool years to even spend time with the Avengers. Not like he cared, yet he couldn't deny he did enjoy their company.
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None of that was happening. None.
The friends.
The allies.
Half of Parker Industries gone to Harry, who still doesn't know to this day his father, is a known killer and villain of Peter for years.
Simply…all alone.
The worst part…the two of the ones he loves just…left.
Well, all but for one at the end of the day...
That One being Aunt May…the worst thing that happened was the fact when Otto had his body, he made Peter look like an asshole. Being rude, actually cursed at his Aunt who actually told Otto or Peter himself that he never calls her or tells her anything. In which, she was right. If she knew Peter was Spider-Man, she would faint. Call him a monster. Murderer. Even a scumbag who gave the life of her husband away. But even then…she still gave Peter a hug and helped him. Despite what Peter did, or really Otto had said in his body, she still forgave him, along with her friend, Jay, she found to be helping her be at ease at home.
The worst of them all was Mary Jane Watson… At this point…Goblin was right. MJ and Peter when they talked as he got his body back, she simply said she wasn't having any of it. Despite Peter saying wasn't in control of himself as Otto mind's and body took over Peter's, making do things that, for one…Why she hadn't noticed?! For five years, living and being together, she didn't know what was different of Peter? Not even once? The last thing she only questioned him was "Why you keep leaving me, Peter?" Literally that Otto was in his body, she didn't even question anything?! She knew he was Spider-Man, yet she…she didn't know Peter wouldn't do any of those things?!
Even more of a problem she had someone with her by a car, eyeing the two. Peter for a split second shot an angry glare at him, but MJ stopped Peter, claiming he was "helping" her cope with Peter leaving her all the time. Well, Otto's time away. Yet…the only thing playing through Peter's mind was the last ever conversion they both had…and one that won't be leaving Peter's mind for a long time.
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"I-I'm sorry, Tiger–I'm sorry Peter. I just…I just can't do this anymore. No matter what we do in this "relationship", it is always…ALWAYS be in trouble. No time for us…No time for me to be with you! Peter…this is your life. Your…"hero" life and I respect that. I really do… But…I can't have this life for me anymore. It's…too much. All of those things you did or…what he did or whatever. I'm done with you. That's it. We are done. Peter…please…just…leave me alone."
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"M-MJ…please…I know I messed up. But please…I can try. We can try this again…b-but please. Hear me out, I can…"
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"Peter, stop it. It's over. Just stop it and listen to me-"
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"Listen? Listen to you? LISTEN TO YOU?! When do you listen to ME?! I've listened and listened to you for years, but you NEVER let me speak! All the time it's been you! Always listening to you, but never for me! I try MJ! I really TRY to be there…But…I just can't."
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"Wha–But…But!" MJ then jabbed a finger at Peter, "Fuck you, Peter Benjamin Parker! Fuck you! All you do but leave! Leave this and that! Battered and bruised all to hell! Scaring the hell out of me! Bloody on the floor, and all that nonsense! I am always alone! Always told me to not worry about this and that! Go home and be with May! May this and that!"
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"Because I don't want to see you hurt! Or killed! I can't have no one dying no more. I…I can't MJ. You know that?! Remember how hard it was for me to let go…let go of Gwen…Getting back as…Spider-Man. MJ…Please, let me speak…"
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"I already told you! I am done with you! Do you hear me?! Done! Stay the fuck away from me! Some "hero" you are…kissing everyone's ass for them to ditch you, helping them but not for me?! Fuck you!"
Peter was left there with his heart broken by MJ as she just walked away with her other lover. Speeding away fast. Leaving Peter there. Alone. Heart broken. Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk. That was all he could do…
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And now he stands on the rooftop of where the construction site was. His torso suit was simply shredded. Literally exposing his well-defined six pack, while his pants got slashed a little with his mask barely hanging on his face. With…nothing else to do…Peter shot a web with one arm. Swinging away. Hearing the city roaring to life of busy vehicles that still go even at the heart of the night. But…this time, it was no thrill or any fun…just pain.
Then again…this wasn't the first time he had been in this state. Damn nearly took seven years to get over Gwen's death. Now a first break-up. Sometimes life can…suck. Peter tried and tried to not let Goblin's words get in his head, as he swung away in New York. Heading somewhere with what little he had after…all of this mess. Yet no matter how much he swung around New York. He could still hear the crackling laughter all in his head. When they first fought and last fought. It echoed in his head. Over and over. And over. And over. The endless taunts the Goblin sore with every word. No, not just words. But promises to break Peter's mind and spirit.
The one Peter could…could never let go of when he dropped Gwen on that bridge. That night. The snap of her neck. The tears Peter let out as Norman…The Green Goblin laughed. Flying away. Peter, 19 years old, swore vengeance for his fallen lover…
"You! You…! You COWARD! Do you hear me?! You're the creep who's going to PAY for this! You KILLED the woman I love! This was OUR fight! And for that…For that Goblin…YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! I'm going to KILL you!"
…and there he did. Yet…years later he returned. With another face. Name. But the same Norman Osborn. The same Green Goblin. It was bad enough Peter had to deal with The Goblin Nation. Cured all of New York. The last sight of Goblin when he got away. As Peter swings through the city, not a single crime has occurred. Or it could be he's fatigued, Peter's Spider-Sense not picking up anything after what he was injected with. Feeling weak. As Peter just…swung, his web snapped. Eyes wide open in panic, he fired another webbing…it attached to a building, however not paying attention, he collided with a neon-sign. Destroying it as it fell down, along with him hitting on the ground as he fell. Rolling out of the way of the sign.
Knowing the owner or whoever witnessed what had happened, Peter scaled up the wall. Crawling as fast he could, but the more closer he got, the more his vision blurred. Heart racing as he got to the top…He fell again. Landing on the dumpster. Away from the sign, yet not home.
Peter, with superhuman-spider powers with durability, didn't feel as much impact as a regular human would have felt, but what about mental mind? Peter didn't…care. He was getting sloppy. Reckless. Just wanting everything to go, he still stood up. Weakling walking away in the alley. Yet, he slipped over a puddle of water. Slashing in the water, Peter looked over himself seeing most people passing by. None of them looked over the alley, well, most of them weren't outside despite being New York. Still the city was still recovering from Goblin Nation's invasion.
Still, Peter tried to get up once more…yet now…he falls. He grunts, yet still gets up once more. Peter fired another webshot until his web shooters clicked. Meaning he was out, as he got ready to reload his web shooters, he realized he only had one web cartridge. Peter stared in disbelief yet remembered the final fight. Making Peter shook his head then chuckling to himself. Not joyful or finding this amusing…he's losing himself.
"n-no…no...no…no…Great. I…I almost died. Everyone hates me. Otto ruined my life. The "love" of my life is gone. God…I feel… feel like my ribs are broken. Hell…half of my body feels broken. Norman, goddamn you…Goddamn you!" Peter slammed both fists on the ground. "God…just…why is everything happening to me? I'm trying, dammit…"
Now he finally snapped. Not as going on a murdering spree. Or finally killing criminals. Just laid there in the puddle of water…silently sobbing alone. Tears raining down his cheeks. Stress over everything and the burden landing more on his shoulders. The burden of being the Hero of a city now calling him the Villain, not realizing his body was snatched. The last words coming out of his head as Peter lay there, crying on the ground, giving one quote that shows the reality of being a hero…
"In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will and STILL hate you!"
…"no…no. No. No! I…I can't let h-him win…He's gone…Gone…C'mon, Parker…C-C'mon…Get. Up." Peter slowly gets himself off the puddle of water. While still feeling frail, he could still stand on his two feet, holding his gut yet shaking off the pain as much as he could. Before he could scale up the wall, he heard a scream. Peter saw four men chasing a little boy down inside the alley, one of the men got hold of the little boy, shoving the boy down on the ground with threatening glare, the three others guarding the alley without noticing Spider-Man in the far back.
"Stupid little punk! Do you even know the fuck you're stealing from, huh? Do you?!" The thug shouted at the boy. The boy understandably winces from the boom of the Thug's threatening voice, he whimpers away from the 4 thugs, nearby the wall behind him.
"P-Please…Please…I-I didn't mean too…I was-" One of the thugs backhanded the boy. Sudden smack sends the boy on the ground. A huge-bruise mark was left on the boy's cheek, crying in pain as one of the thugs chuckles in amusement at the scene. The boy, tears escaping from his eyes with a plea of mercy, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…P-Please don't…! I'M SORRY!"
"Nuh uh. Nope. That's not how it works, boy. You steal. You get a lesson. A real life lesson. Give'em the shank. Jam it straight to his hand. Maybe cut one finger up. Show this little punk a lesson of stealing in the streets." The Leader of the thugs ordered. One of them nodded, grabbing a switch-blade as heading towards the boy. Shaken in fear of the shape object with the User marching towards him. As the thug grabbed the boy's arm in force-!
*THWIP!*
A very iconic sound echoed in the alleyway, until just then the thug got kicked in the face. Flying over the thugs over their heads. Three remaining thugs turned to the battered-rugged Spider-Man, also known as
Peter, throwing the thugs with disgust and seething glare of harming a defenseless child. One of the thugs got frightened by the appearance of Spider-Man, while the rest groaned in annoyance. "Son-of-a-bitch! It's the fuckin' Spider! Waste him!" The thug pulled out a pistol, started shooting at Peter, who dodged with ease, yet ached with pain yet persisted on, the little-boy's life was all in his mind to save. After the thug missed out all shots, got an uppercut by Peter on his blind-side, knocking him away. Finding the gun on the ground as then Peter snapped the gun in half, but failed to notice one of the thugs grab a wooden plank, aiming to hit Peter at his head, yet quickly blocked the oncoming attack with his arm.
Then grabbed the collar of the Thug, slamming him to the wall. Shot a large web at the Thug. Keeping him at bay. The Leader, along with the last Thug who watched the last two get defeated quickly, despite Peter still feeling weak, he still stood. Being in front of the little boy, still in a fighting stance. Knowing this won't end well, The Leader conceived in defeat as then the both hastily ran from Peter, cowardly as they are. The urge to catch them ranged through Peter's mind, yet still feeling his body getting weaker. He sighs, maybe catch them another night. As now he then turns to the boy, who is rubbing the side of his face being hit. Peter knells to the boy, lowering his voice to be as soft and gentle as possible. "Hey buddy…I know they hit you, but are you alright?" The little boy nodded, a small-smile appeared on his face. "Good. I'll take you home. Do…do you have a home?"
The smile faded and replaced one with a frown, the boy shook his head. "N-No…I'm alone. I'm alone now." Peter slowly nodded while patting the boy's head in reassurance. 'Poor kid…No home. Getting already cold here in NYC. A lot of people won't help this kid. Probably stole food to survive. God…' Yet, an idea came to his head. Once again Peter turned to the boy and spoke.
"Don't worry, buddy. I know a place. It's called F.E.A.S.T. A place for those with no home. No matter the age or circumstances. A nice lady in there will help you. Do you want me to take you there?" Peter asked. Hearing how sincere Peter's voice was, the little boy nodded. Once again a small smile appeared on his face, nodding back Peter let the boy on his back while he started swinging. Keeping the speed and as low as possible on the ground for the boy. As Peter swings, doing a few tricks to keep the boy entertained, in which it works with the little boy laughing and screaming with joy of being in the air.
'Moments like this reminds me of why I am Spider-Man. I may lose as Peter Parker, most to not all the time. Yet I win as Spider-Man. Or lose. Either way, I keep coming back. Because who will?' The swing lasts about an hour before Spider-Man, Peter, drops the boy off in the front doors of F.E.A.S.T. Seeing and hearing his lovely Aunt helping the boy in, while then Peter crawls up the building, sure with some difficulties he made his way up on the roof. Seeing the city full of life. Awake at the end of the night. 'I know most haven't forgiven me yet. I know I am innocent, but to win the trust of them again. I'll do what I'll always do best. Be the Hero.' Final thoughts finished, Peter swings away. As always…his spirit never broken.
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12:50 AM
Location: Unknown
"...as of now of the hours between stabling our subject. We, the team, can now conclude the subject's vitals shown to be stable. The subject, as of now, appears to be resting from our surgery operation. I do recommend we further up more on time for subjects…alter appearance. Mostly on how we remove such alteration on the spinal area. If we do it by force. The subject could lose his ability to walk. Or…may die due to the removal, we might also remove part of his brain as well."
"Then if we don't force the alteration on his spine and with caution. The subject should be fine. Or at least we're able to give his ability back to walk or simply place him with cybernetics."
"No matter how we do it. He'll still lose his ability to walk or if not it'll kill him regardless. What I saw was that we simply removed the ends of the tail and just give him a neural interface device for his spine and brain. That way we keep the subject healthy and alive for our businesses."
"Not happening, everyone." All people turned to a platinum blonde man with sharp-blue eyes in a gray-suit at the end of a table, kept an emotionless stare at everyone, "Much like the gentleman said, the tail is coded into his spine. Meaning if we did pull it out by brute force or with skilled carefulness with precision, he could still die. Not the loss of the ability to walk, but simply die during the procedure. We can't afford that loss. After all, nearly half of these "villains" the public know are our products of bad investors to idiotic individuals who thought playing God was child's-play. Simply put, we remove the areas and purely replace everything with newer parts. Stronger plating for defense or offense. More resistance and protection. Along with a neurocontrol chip. To ensure our product doesn't go rogue. Not even the heaviest of hitters could dent it. Although I am more concerned of the subjects…jaw being cleaned right off. Does anyone know how this happened?"
One man spoke, "Well, sir…It was Spider-Man who did it."
The blonde man got…stunned. Despite having the same blank face, his eyes told a different story. "How so? Last time I checked, I have never seen Spider-Man knock someone's jaw off like that."
"Well…sir. During your leave of meetings a lot, we received news that our product got back into life of crime. The usual of robbing banks with local hooligans of New York. They were battling, the subject attempted to end the life of an Officer, before you know it, Spider-Man turned around and smacked the hell out of the subject. Right at the jaw. Clean off. We…still don't know how the subject survived. But, authorities took him into the Raft and the rest was history. Until again the subject tried to escape but now…he's here on our watch. Ready to do our produce."
Then a woman took her turn to speak, "We have our subject in surgery rooms. And as much you have said, the tail is really coded into his spine. We figured this was an old way of surgery in the 90s to 2000s procedures we used to do then. However, we and my team advised or…we ask for permission to do the surgery now. One, for testing. Two, for the operation. Three, for aftercare. And four, for our businesses if the subject can survive through it all." She finished. Many nodded their agreement, while the blonde man simply eyed-everyone in the room with still a blank look. Many of the room wondered what he was thinking for the moment, some were used to their Boss' silent thinking, some got unnerved by how he stares at each one with his cold-blue eyes, somewhat of hunter stalking their prey.
After a while of silence, he nodded. "Of course. You all have my permission to do the surgery. It's been awhile we all haven't got our hands dirty. Well, my, hands getting dirty, of course. You are all dismissed." All of the people nodded, bid their farewells. All by one turned to their leave through the door. However, the blonde man stopped one man on his way, "Kells. Can I borrow your time for the moment? No troubles."
The man, Kells, walked over the blonde man with a bow, "Yes, sir. How can I help?"
"Is it true? Spider-Man knocked the jaw off our product? My product?" The blonde man asked. Despite the look of being emotionless, he was furious. But remained calm as he was. Most of the time.
Sensing the air being tense, Kells nodded, "Y-Yes, sir. Spider-Man…really punched the Subject's jaw off. You should have seen it. Blood everywhere. What's even funny was, Spider-Man for the moment looked shocked at what he did. I saw it on the internet. The whole city of New York saw it. He brutalized that prankster, Screwball and some Jester fella. Again…blood everywhere. Took on a whole villain team with just ease and aggression by our reports. Then he helped the NYPD catch the rest of the crooks and took off. Then months later, he has a whole army that rained down on Hell's Kitchen. Man, that was all over the news. Then before someone spills the beans on his equipment illegally searching people's lives to report to…he vanishes. Well, not him but the suit he wore."
"Suit? What do you mean suit? Wasn't it always Red and Blue with like black webbing on the news or papers, right?"
"Yes, sir. But the thing is…he switched it to being Red and Black for a while. Eyes looked sharper and deadlier, even colored them to be black. Not white anymore. Even had like, uhh, knives or talons on his finger-tips and four-mechanical arms. Look familiar, but can't place it. Sir…Spider-Man was…crazy. In…a good way. He had helped Hell's Kitchen and much of security but the Green Goblin came in and just…destroyed everything. Mostly that invasion hit Manhattan pretty hard. Some say the Goblin vanshined in the chaos, leaving Spidey to hunt him down."
The blonde man took everything Kells said. Most of it was being curious, yet got shocked by how much change the Spider-Man had gone through. He really never cared for the Friendly Neighborhood Hero, but hearing how he got…an army, a suit that put fears for criminals. Even helping Hell's Kitchen out of crime rates, he was intrigued yet still felt furious at him damaging one of his products. Something that was 20 years ago, and now wants it back. "That is…very interesting, I will say. But I don't care. Whatever phase he went through doesn't matter. For now, keep me tabs on our product and…Spider-Man. Actually, do make a team to keep check on Spider-Man. Something tells me, he most likely has been the one who's been damaging all of our products these last 10 years."
Kells nodded, "Yes, sir! I should have it ready tomorrow, sir." Kells took his leave while the Blonde Man was in the room with thoughts as he looked at the clock, being almost 1:00 AM in the morning. However, he doesn't get tired as much so now he takes his leave out of the room for an early morning walk. Passing by his security who waved him, so did he then leave for the outside.
"Hmm…Spider-Man. Spider-Man. Spider-Man. What in God's name have you been up to? Whole army? New suit? Becoming brutal? Hmm…(*Chuckling*) Nah, no. No, no no, that can't be that Spider-Man. For all we know, could've been the Punisher. The prick broke all of my shit in the past. Can't be too hard it was him. But even then…hmm…" He looked over the nightly city of New York.
Even from afar he can hear the loud cars, moving vehicles all the way over there. Knowing the nickname, "The city that never sleeps." Too well. He chuckles a bit before pulling his phone, "This is Desmond. Herbert Desmond. Requesting a team for surveillance in New York. Manhattan. We have…a problem. Pest problem that I am in need of information about. The pay will be tripled of what most wouldn't pay and I have the most patience in the world for you to get done. No, this isn't a petty problem. This is more of a…watchmen for look-out information. I have products I have selled all over the years with my father and Grandfather, but now I have heard of this problem. I need information. And by information. Simply for the use of black mail and keeping watch. No need for violence, if they become violent. Yes? Alright. Thank you."
With that call, Herbert walked back to the building. A hired gun to control a pest problem in the big apple…
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9:49 PM
Location: The Apartment of Peter Parker...
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Sleeping loudly on the bed with his tattered Spider-Man suit pants, since his suit IS a two-piece, he slept with them on while he threw his a rag of a torso piece away in the trash with more trash to keep hidden enough. Thank God for making more suits for occasions like these. Still…it's a bitch to stitch from time to time or when one piece gets shredded like that. Feeling his body waking up, Peter gets off the bed. Not feeling as weak anymore, yet still sore. But with superhuman endurance, he's just feeling peachy. At least…Yawning with stretching arms and legs. Looking at his apartment. Once again…average. Not messy a few years ago, or…destroyed. Just nice and average. Could use a new bed, or new pillows. Knowing then, it'll be for a while. Just like knowing he slept…all day. It was dark as he got up. 'Well…no point in going back to sleep then. Get on up then, Pete.'
Sighing he made his way out of his room to then towards his kitchen area, being small for one or three people to stay. Grabbing a good pre-package meal then a bottle of fruit-juice in hand before placing the food in the microwave while turning the TV on. As the TV came to life displaying the afternoon sports news, Peter examined his body for the moment. Still in incredible physique, tone-six pack abs, bigger arms and shoulders. V-Taper back, full back on muscles. He had to admit, his upper body was bigger than lower body, still his thigh and legs were also in peak physique as well. Thank you, Spider Bite. Peter chuckled. No matter how he eats, he still retains his peak physique, though it's still better to eat healthy when he can. Even if he can afford it.
Glad New York is both Peter's playground and gym. Rather be swinging in the air, punching bad guys, lifting cars and trains or whole buildings or even occasional parkour with the locals for fun or for himself on patrol or not. He tuned out his thoughts as then the microwave beep, taking out the food while the now it showed the afternoon news.
"Good afternoon my fellow New Yorkers. We thank you for joining in our schedule programming. As of now, rioters and groups in allegiance with "Green Goblin" after the invasion of the "Goblin Nation" occur in our fair-city, and have finally been apprehended by our local authorities with help of our brave citizens. About 20 hangouts were cleaned of riotiers of this week. Whereabouts of the "Green Goblin" is still unknown right now. Many believe to have been K.I.A or now on the run from authorities. I trust all of our heroes can stop that Green Menace once and for all. Onto other news, we have word of now the death of a businessman named, Kayn Wyatt, found dead in his home in the Financial district of Manhattan by Argo's Delivers Services. Kayn Wyatt, as his name suggests, the leader of Wyatt's & Eva's Cleaners, a company that produces cleaning supplies of home and business was found dead in the living room of his home. Officers on scene suggest a foreplay. The details of his death is…goresome to share on the air. I will say this, he was attacked in his own home. Suspected to have broken in, taken the victim by surprise and done the horrible deed. Suspect is still unknown, some believed to be a robber. However, no items were stolen. One suggests being a serial killer once again, being on the loose. We urge you, our fellow New Yorkers to remain vigilant, lock your doors and stay home at night. That is all for now. We will come back after these messages…" The News Anchor finished as it cuts to advertisement.
Peter took in all of the information to hand as he ate his meal, thoughts rang in his head while eating. 'Damn. Attacked in your own home? Yeah, I know that feeling. Except I can detect danger. He couldn't. Or…no one can. Other than me and DD. Wonder how he's doing? Oh, wait…maybe hating on my guts for going full Palpatine on his turf in Hell's Kitchen… Fuck you, Otto. Now I gotta tell him it wasn't me, despite it being my body. God…I'll never, ever, ever let that happen to me again. (*Sighing*) Focus, Pete. Guy is dead in his home. Sure, I could leave it to the police, but, maybe it could be a killer on the loose. Lord knows we don't need another mass-murder. Especially the kind being Cletus Kadesy or…Norman Osborn. Bastards.'
Finishing his meal, he throws the bowl in the trash. Placing his juice he finished in the fridge, made his way back to the room. Grabbing a new pair of his Classic Red-Blue suit. Sliding on his shoes and pants on, Peter checked on his web-shooters and utility built with his web-cartridges, camera along with Spider-Tracers for his Spider-Sense to track with.
Tinkering with his web-shooters to work a bit better now, Peter placed the torso piece of his suit on with a mask then leaped out of the window. Swinging now for patrol, maybe getting some errands done. 'I know I…hehe, probably missed a lot of calls now. Or…not getting none at all. I should call May. Let her know I'm alright. Or she might be with Jay on a walk or hospital for her leg. I could…N-No…No. She's gone. Gone. It's for the best for me and her.' Peter did a lot of air tricks in the air. As he lands on a nearby flag pole, he hears sirens blair in front of him. 'Well… time to go Hero time!' Jumping now to find out a fire had happened, getting there quick with his web-swinging aided him and the people trapped, firefighters going in from the bottom while Peter worked his way on the rooftop, kicking a door down, entering inside, hearing screams of people being trapped..
As most was happening a figure or two looked in the distance. Like hawks eyeing a prey or food to capture. One of them turned to speak, "So…him? Again? Do you even know how many times that…fucker beat me? Hell, even you of all people got your ass kicked by him."
One of the figures, while covered in the shadows, was seen with a hood on and spoke back with annoyance, "Shut up. We've all underestimated Spider-Man at one point. It's one thing of copying someone, but one that be too unpredictable is harder for me. He's fast. And he's tougher than he looks. Which is why you are what I need."
"Well…this is my chance for payback. Been awhile I have fought the bug. I am more surprised he's back in Red'n Blue. I am tougher and faster myself. Yet…I still lost. Anyway…is this what we're doing? Why not fight?" The figure asked.
"We're on recon. Recon. Looking for information. Scouting. Whereabouts. Anything we need for blackmail or leverage. Although, he may not see it, or how we see it. The punk in tights is vigilant a lot. So, he's on guard for anything. So, maybe he could know we're here."
"Is that why you set that apartement building on fire?"
"What else do you want me to do? Bomb it? I could and maybe it would've been better, but that would draw out more attention from the public. Just an apartment fire is what we needed. Our Boss just wants to know what the hell he does a lot. Rather it be day or night. Rather it's fighting or saving. The hero acts if you will."
"I see…Smart." The figures watch as Peter, Spider-Man, helps each apartment tenant out of the fiery building. Peter made a make-shift-slide for the people to get down quicker, and used his strength for the disabled or elderly or children. Of course, some were suspicious of him after Otto's Superior "Spider-Man" reign. Some accepted his help, some called him a villain or the classic-menace name calling, one even punching him while Peter carrying them to safety. Another tried to pull a wooden stick, but one of bystanders stopped them, Peter didn't care, saving their lives was more to worry than their opinions. After about 50 tenants were rescued, Peter left the scene while swinging. As he swings, thoughts rang through his head in mid-swinging.
'(*Sighs*) Looks like…I was right. Some still fear me after Otto's reign of terror on my body. Still, it won't stop me. Nothing will. But…I can't lie to myself. It does hurt sometimes. Being called something I aim to never be in my life. No matter how…tempting it can be. Otto took hold of that. The symbiote did that to me. Even…Goblin did to me. Never again. Yet…I can be like that. So easy to let go. So easy to just…finish one with ease. Hell, I told myself I could crush someone's skull if I wanted to. Hehe, won't forget what I did to Kingpin. Put him in his place. Guess it's my rage I kept in for so long. Hell, it could even be stress I build up. That is…not good. I should-'
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''Oohhh…~''
''Huh? What the…hell?''
Peter stops mid-swinging. Landing on an edge of a building in Times Square. A voice in his head ringed through from his thoughts. It sounded of course being feminine, yet the tone was…Enchanting. Seductive. Powerful. Somewhat…comforting. A hint of…danger all in one.
''So much Power in one body. For one soul. A tortured soul. In need of comfort… Oohh~''
''I…What? Who…Who is this? Okay, this is NOT Jean Grey or Emma Frost. Well, maybe, Emma? No way. She's WAY too high for a loser like me.''
''Ugh. Frost. That slut. And you're right. She's too "high-and-mighty" for someone like you while she makes an affair for one man who's married and several more, even with a villain. Oh, the travesty!''
''Yeah! Exactly! Haha! I-!''
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''Hm?''
''A-Are…Are you reading my thoughts?''
The voice or she (sweetly) chuckles, a sign of being mischievous, as then now Peter looks around Times Square, all the people seemed to be minding their business, not noticing Spider-Man, Peter, looking at them on the ground on top of a building. Trying to find the source of the one reading his thoughts. While his senses may not be detecting danger, he was still on guard. One thing he hates…someone reading his thoughts.
''Don't fear. I won't go…further deeper in your thoughts, Spidey~'' She giggles.
Again, while it did comfort Peter, doubt still drew in his head with his guard up.
''Then…why are you reading my mind? Where…Where are you?''
Now his Spider-Senses came back to him as then…
Instead of danger, his senses draw him to look at the billboards turning from advertisements to now all pink with shapes of reddish-purple, then now Peter saw feminine-slender fingers pointing at him, some made suggestive gestures, to then now pointing at the main building of Time Squares. He turned to see the main-building with billboards showing a woman. While it didn't show her full body, just the upper body. Peter was glad he had his mask on, it showed her and…a generous amount of cleavage. What caught his attention on how…*ahem* big. F-Cup breasts to be exact. That, and…scars on top of her breasts. Some big to medium slash marks. Even some reach to her face. One scar on the bottom of her big-natural plump lips, then one slash scar on her left cheek. Peter noticed her hair being a true platinum blonde in a neck-length blunt bob style, which complimented her head shape.
The major takeaway in all of this was her eyes…four eyes. All four being the color of a luscious hot pink magenta color. With a stroke of blue eyeliners, even her lips were glossy and pink. To say Peter, still in his mask and suit on, being starstruck is an understatement of the century. If Johnny or Randy were here, both would literally faint at her appearance with either bloody noses or…something else…
Before even Peter muttered a word, she made a heart-hand gesture, showing again her fingers which he noticed had long-sharp black nails, as she smiled he could make out she had fangs. Then she blew a kiss at Peter. Guess she charmed him, huh?
She giggles at the state of Peter, who after the gesture was made, had a blush of a tomato. If one thing he loves about a mask, it's hard to know what emotions he's doing in the mask versus without it. Yet…he wants to remove his mask…for her. Yet…he doesn't. Just…stares at her.
''Like what you see~?''
Peter didn't reply, while she still gave a sly smile…
''It's okay to be honest, darling. I'm not mad or will get offended if you disagree. However, seeing you as quiet now, definitely answers my question. Ohhh…you look so cute just watching me in all of my beauty~''
''Just…Who are you? What do you want from me?''
She, from the display of the building's screen, leans closer while pointing at him…
''You're hurting, aren't you? Endless anoumts of conflicted thoughts trapped in your head. A tortured soul. Saving these…ungrateful and ignorant fools with no reward nor getting respect. All alone. Abandoned by everyone who, "supposedly" be your "friends". No one is there for you. Although…I can fix that. Just for you~"
She gives a seductive smile towards Peter. While Peter is going to ask more questions, she twirls with smoke on the screen. Rubbing his eyes, turning back to screen…
It was gone. She was gone…
Understandably…Questions were raised for our web-slinger hero. Who was she? Why could she read his thoughts? Is she a friend or foe? Or…a stalker, perhaps? Mutant? Or an experimented superwoman? '(*Sighs*) Just again…who was that?! I mean…she looked very beautiful. I won't lie to myself. But like…why me? Literally anyone in New York is better for her than me. What is this? A message from God? Some fanfic? Or…the freakin' universe, now, NOW, the Universe being kind to little'ol me? (I hope so…) A-Anyway…I should go. Collect my thoughts, check out on that guy's death after my patrol. Something tells me it may be bigger than what we realize.'
Firing a web towards a building, Peter began to swing away from Times Square. Onlookers saw Spider-Man, Peter, swinging in the nightly city of New York. Some cheered, some booed, some taunted. Some ran away. While this was happening, a man in the crowd distanced themselves and onto an alleyway. As he got in, turning his back to the street, seeing everyone distracted, the man pulled out a phone. Dialing a number while walking, the otherside picked up as he answered...
"This is A, I repeat, A, for Commands. I have eyes on Spider-Man on 15th Ave. Heading towards Midtown, Manhattan as we speak. Proceed with caution. Target level. 5. Proceed with caution. A out." As before now, the man hangs up while walking away in the shadows…
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TO BE CONTINUED!
IN: One Sensational SPIDER-MAN!
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(A/N):
Wow…Just wow. Yes. I know. I know. I will place a hand on my heart, raising my free hand and say…I'm sorry. It's been like 2 years since I have done a story on both and Ao3. A lot has happened. Rather for the good or…not. Hehe, yeah crazy. I know. But now, things are finally stable and clear for me with enough free-time to do my stories once again. Although I do and I really want to say thank you for all being or being interested in my story. Which was something I was working on, but…I decided to delete the story.
For those who don't know or have known, I was working on a series, a crossover over Spider-Man x Danganronpa. Shocker, I know! Eh, not really. For context, I had about others in the story, being other Marvel characters to…LoL: Arcane. Which I came to a conclusion…a bad mistake. Like…bad. Not only did I kinda screw myself with adding a lot of other characters or other IP's in ONE story or do more story than I needed to be or overly…it was bad on my take. Like…bad and confusing the hell out of people. So again…I am sorry for others being interested in it. I know others have done so and finished or…not. Like me. So I decided to end it.
BUT! Hear me out…I have/am written a NEWLY early rewrite that WILL be focused on our Webslinger and the talented students of Hope's Peak in their universe together. I might add other Marvel Characters to the story, tho, maybe only having just Spider-Man would probably be more of a smart choice.
Now…You might be wondering…why? real Why now am I writing this New AU/or another Alt-616 for this? Well…Hear me out…come here real quick…
Amazing Spider-Man, the current run of Amazing Spider-Man (ASM) is…bad. And not the way it's funny-bad. It's just…bad. Like, I'm gonna be real…I have no idea of why Marvel, mostly the editors to some certain writers just have a thing for just fucking with Peter's life anymore. Literally all for modern day of Spider-Man, (maybe saving or excluding Nick Spencer or 2014 to 2019's Spider-Man runs, which were good or decent) have been either torturing, giving some fucked-weird moments in his comics that either make it laughable to downright fucking horrible or…bad. (Looking at you One More Day and fuckin' Sin's Past with along Beyond Storyline of making Ben Reaily ((Clone of Peter, the blond)) the VILLAIN for the fucking 50th time…AGAIN.) Over and OVER. The worst offender of most is just making him lose half of fights or doing hero work so out of touch. Even making him sometimes a wimp or even man-child.
One panel of the new run shown a held down Spidey on chains that, now in the past, he could literally rip them apart and fought his way out, but no…no, no, no, he gets his ass beat by fucking thugs to only be handled by TOMESTONE of all people, who's probably, by his comic-counterpart, a fucking forgettable villain most of the time and now he's some big-baddie-Kingpin wannabe in this run? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
The worst, if not, the fucking point of ruining ASM is…Paul. Now…for people in real life with the name of Paul, you are the best or BETTER person than Paul will ever-fucking-will be. This guy, that jackass, happened to exist to either fucking with Peter's life and MJ or be the writer's self-insert. Although, I am more or mostly all of us Spider-Man fans are convinced Paul's whole existence is to be a fucking self-insert by the writer or even the Editor for Spider-Man to fuck with MJ to who…I don't want to even, even WANT to talk about her and I don't want to hate her. I really don't, but I can't…
The dude's is such a self-insert, some panels or artists work either show him as an average dude to some beef-up-bodybuilder to be impressive. Which he's not. He's a fucking nobody and the worst character to even exist for no reason. No purpose. Nothing. ASM is so bad that even some bad stories from different writers actually made more of an effort, than what the new run of ASM is doing. I know the writer is leaving (which thank God), but I do honestly fear what the next one will be, or how the fuck will they undo what the current writer did.
(*Sigh*)
What angers me so much more of ASM's run is that it keeps doing most…making Peter's life hell instead of not, at least, winning. And by winning, I mean by living. Not winning everything, but at least wins for both Peter and Spider-Man. And of course…the shitty writing of MJ's character of being this…toxic gaslighter that at this point, I'm just waiting that they will either kill her off or Paul off to make them "be" together or blames Peter for the death of "pAuL" for bad-writing-soap opera drama that they "tHiNk" us fans want.
(Which is so, SO, fucking sad for MJ, since in a comic, Amazing Spider-Man: Renew your Vows wrote MJ so, SO well and PERFECT to help Peter and their daughter, not Mayday Parker, but Annie Parker in that AU book, which is sad to not see the first Spider-Girl, but hey, at least it CAN happen in 616, but won't. Thanks Joe Quesada. Fucking prick.)
Which is, by all fucking means a terrbile outlook on how ASM's fans want. I'm sure, fanfic writers to fans literally argue for a Spider-Man story where he isn't suffering as much or NONE at all for no reason for character growth.
Which the NEW Ultimate Spider-Man (2024) is doing! Actually, in that universe Peter's is married, MJ is the WIFE of Peter and is amazing! With TWO kids of theirs. AND…! Uncle Ben's alive! And J.J. Jamesons AND Uncle Ben are friends. What more could you ask for! (Which I HIGHLY RECOMMEND for new or known Readers of Spider-Man to READ Ultimate Spider-Man (2024), please y'all, its so, so GOOD. Slow burn, but it's worth the wait and reading!) I'm, at least happy that exist than the dumpster-fire-fuck is ASM now.
What pisses us, Spider-Man fans or enjoyers is how out of touch the current Editor of Spider-Man is…He's letterwork at the end literally admitted have…NO IDEA where or what to do with Spider-Man and obviously they don't give-a-flying-fuck or shit about Spidey no more and it really shows. I hate the fact the Editor just has no respect or direction to give the character of Spider-Man to even grow or be the mature hero now, literally he was the Hero of Heroes and the one to hang out with to this…man-child or wimp and losing fights. Not all, I know. But some moments just felt, for me personally, out of character.
I know the appeal of Good-Natured or Morally good Superhero like Spider-Man is supposed to be punished of doing Good deeds only, a trait to show being Good is hard, but also should be rewarding, like at this point, it's not even being a hero, just something out of a Zach Synder film to be edgy. (The guy know how to do direct and action, but know nothing about writing a good plot/stories/characters, and yes, Batman v Superman still fucking sucks, yeah Hot Take)
This is why I'm doing an Alt or new AU universe of how I would write Spider-Man. Keeping true, true to the character from the 60's to modern (Excluding his current ASM run) while using a bit of the New Ultimate Spider-Man traits a bit, then the feel of how mature or run-down yet still strong-willed Spider-Man is, while having a new Love-Interest, my OC, who is NOT an self-insert, but someone who can both actually help and love Peter so much better than 616's MJ and this MJ. I know, it will be a bummer to Spidey x MJ shippers, trust me. I understand, but remember, this is an AU or different take of Spider-Man of his 616 counterpart. Don't worry, I may give her character justice in my next work. CHECK IN FOR THE FUTURE! AS WE SPEAK ~
*wink, wink wink*
Onto this story and my whole reason for this (and another) is…I want Peter to live, man. Sure, it's okay to see him struggle with his hero's life and personal life. But, for FUCK's sake. Make it a balance, sure both sides win and lose, some major or minor problems. This really, this story of how I would write, is better getting W's bro. Let my hero, the OG, the one and only Spider-Man win AND live.
So…
Yeah. That's pretty much it…Sorry for the rant and sounding like a broken record. But this is something that's been on my mind for months now. And I always did had an idea of making my own Spider-Man run if I were to work for Marvel, either as an Editor or writer of a run. I will admit, I would be breaking some character's traits or OOC, but not too many. Something that keeps things going in my AU-What If? Or How I would write Spider-Man.
But again…I'm sorry for the rant. Just something needs to change about Spider-Man stories, except New Ultimate Spider-Man (2024) the book is good, yall. PLEASE go read it.
Anyway, I do thank you all, both viewers or readers for taking the time to read my fanfics! Or show interest in what I could bring to the table! I understand it may not be for everyone and that's okay! There's probably and will be a better story than mine, and I'm happy about it! But please do give this story a chance for this story and maybe…it could happen one day! Well…nah. Maybe not, but hey, never one to stop dreaming and hoping, eh?
Also, as this story goes here's what I'll be using from the comics to then my knowledge of the Webslinger and what I'll bring to the table of writing this fanfic! Firstly, as the beginning of the book said, I'll use Superior Spider-Man, written by Dan Slott back in 2013, as main inspiration, showing the aftermath of that universe Doc Ock to this universe Doc Ock did with Peter's Body to be "Superior" in every way…although not really, with my twist…which will be…much more what Ock did with Peter's body. While using Superior Spider-Man, I'll take moments of Amazing Spider-Man (2014 run) to then, Amazing Spider-Man run that was written by J. Michael Straczynski or even Nick Spencer from 2018, take GOOD moments from each issue as a good inspiration while writing my own Universe of THIS SPIDER-MAN or Marvel. So, think of this as 616 (aka Main Universe), but with my take. Keeping all the origins the same, events, moments, but splicing some here and there, mostly with Spider-Man at the moment hehehe
As for Author's Note, I thank you and have a great day or night from all over the world!
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