One Sensational SPIDER-MAN: Vol 1 Chapter 6: Issue 6, a spider-man fanfic

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Issue 6: Something Odd…Yet, New

ALSO: Holiday Cheers!

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"Any idea how to deal with him over there, Spidey?" She asks.

"Well…Well, first off I think he's off in his world…" Both watch as Scorpion, or Gargan stands there silently, eyeing them both while in a trance. Although behind the scenes was Doctor Richter using the UI of Gargan's helmet visors, the one that isn't broken to scan her. As Richter waits, Peter turns back to her…"Second off, lady. Who are you? I mean…I can tell you're worldly different. Outwardly different."

She teases Peter with a smirk, swaying her hips and body as she comes closer, "Awww~ Did you miss me? Guess I charmed you so much it actually lasted longer than I expected. (*Chuckling*) If you need to know my name, darling. Then sure. It's Andriette. If that's too long to say, then call me Andie or Driette for short or nickname. Any one don't matter to me, Spidey."

"Oh…Andriette. Not Antoinette. Funny. I was gonna ask if you happen to be related to Marie Antoinette." Peter light giggles of the joke while coughing.

Andriette tilted her head while pointing at Peter. "And you will be right. Although not related as a sister or cousin, however I have seen her on many occasions in France of the 1700s. Oh my…she was a feisty bitch at times. Yet, she was classy and dressed at her best."

"...What wait? You…You met?! How…How old are you…?"

"What? I'm too old for someone like you? Oh my goodness. Never took you as judgemental." Andriette crosses her arms while pouting, although more playful than being offended.

"No, n-no, no…Nothing like that. I mean…I mean I do hang out with a guy who is literally two-hundred old." Peter caught himself before realizing she was joking. While also looking at her. Up and down. Peter notices she has two swords, one being longer both in blade and handle/guard. The second at most an average sized sword. "Guess you know how to handle yourself? Like…my "friend" over there."

Once again the two of them eye Gargan while he still remains idle. Looking at them dead in their eyes without moving nor at the discomfort after Andriette stabbing him through his armor suit. Andriette stares at Peter's state. Backside of his suit ripped open, slash marks on his back. A few of his arms were torn-apart, even the chest area of his suit got hit with slashes from Gargan and the Hobgoblin. Andriette shot a worrying look with her four-magenta eyes at Peter. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! Trust me…it may look like hell."

"I'm sure it hurts like hell."

"I've been worse."

"You're literally bleeding, silly. Both at your back and arms. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Hey…Andriette…I'm fine. I'm more worried about what's inside my blood than the outside. I heal. Not fast, but I heal. I know it's nanomicrobots in my bloodstream. Ha. Haven't dealt with that in a long time." Peter remarked while his UI hud in his lens still detected more nanobots inside his blood. Using the information Peter deducted they were poisonous metal nanobots, 'I could use an EMP. Use one of my EMP webbing to shock myself. Disabling them. I hope.'

"Are you sure that's wise?" Andriette questioned with an eyebrow raised. Of course reading Peter's mind once more. Peter turned to her with a curious look, she then touched both of his shoulders. Closing four of her eyes. Peter, in his mask, raised both of eyebrows before her body touches him. The action took Peter by surprise considering he felt Andriette large breasts pressed against his chest, the feeling of how soft they were. Andriette wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him. Furthermore, in his mask, Peter was flustered by the sudden act. Blushing of the moment, while his mind, the logical side of his mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. Andriette also rubs her hands on his back, the sensation of her fingers sparks Peter's brain. Tenderness.

'Uhhhhhhhhhhh…I…I…I-I-I…I d-don't know what's happening…Like at a-all…' Peter thought to himself, it didn't make it easier as she let out a soft moan, nipping on his neck for a little. 'S-Seriously?! LADY!' It lasts just for 40 seconds before Andriette lets go of him. Peter rubs his neck while looking at her with a suspicious glance at her antics, "Hey! Personal space, please?"

Andriette tilted her head while holding her hands up, "Sorry…I was helping."

"Helping? You-" 'Spider-Sense!' Peter grabbed Andriette by her waist as Scorpion, Gargan, pounced his way at the two, but missed them as Peter shot a web. Quickly swinging away with Andriette by his side. With enough distance, Peter and Andriette went back on the ground as Gargan hopped on a truck. Once again being silent.

Andriette took out one of her swords, one being longer. The longest japanese sword was an Odachi. Andriette twirls her sword as Peter reloads his web shooters, switching to now EMP webbing. Surprising Peter began to feel…better. Albeit even feeling faster now. The feeling of millions of nanomicrobots eating away his blood streams vanished. Peter cracked his neck, stretching his shoulders as he turned to Andriette in a near guard stance with her sword. She turns to him her expression reading a question if he was ready, which Peter nodded but held a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait. A bit of advice on dealing with him, he has a tail. It shoots acid. Even use it to wack you or anyone he gets closest to." Peter warned.

She nodded but with an eyebrow raised once more, "Shouldn't we take off the tail end? One good strike from either of us can disarm it. I don't have to aim at his spine." Why it was a good and fair point. Acting the true main weakness could stop Gargan's rampage.

Peter shook his head, "No. No matter if you strike at his end tail or anything, it can still paralyzed him. Or if not, kill him on the spot. What we should do is for me to disable his armor suit. If that doesn't work, I'll use my webbing. And…hold on the stabbing. Please." Peter said.

Andriette nodded with a stern look, "Alright. I'll follow your lead…for now. So how are we gonna play this?"

Peter in his mask smiles while smacking his hand and fist together, "We'll do a hit & run type of play. Or Run & Hit. We both move as quick, or quicker than him. The more both of us run, we use his blindspots blocked by his helmet. You run, I hit. You hit, I run. Or you hit and I swing. I hit and you…run? Yeah. Run-" Once again Gargan pounced his way towards the two. Again, missing them.

Andriette displayed her swiftness and nimbleness as she traversal, Peter swings up in the air as she jumps and flips out of the way from the amount of Gargan's attacks, both melee and his tail. Andriette, with the end of her handle, striking Gargan at his head to legs, Peter used his electric webbing on Gargan's back, while at first no reaction, yet the tail didn't fire any acid. Yet Gargan can still use his tail, swinging it now wildly. Now Andriette hopped on a few ruined vehicles, as Peter landed on Gargan's head and back, using both his regular and electric webbing.

Wrapping around his arms, head and shoulder. While at first it held Gargan in place, ultimately Gargan's claws slashed it way out, while also the razor spikes popped out, helping Gargan escape Peter's webs. Of course Peter moved out of the way thanks to his senses, yet, now knowing another nuisance to deal with.

Andriette slashes at Gargan's claws attacks, parrying as fast she could, matching the speed Gargan was cracking it up to. Thanks to Doctor Richter's enhancement over the tablet. Peter used both regular and electric webbing at Gargan's back.

Hitting at his tail end to back, shocking to make it useless temporarily, yet uses this now Peter slingshot himself as he double kicks Gargan's back and spine. Andriette rounded off quickly as Gargan was slammed on the ground by the force from Peter, holding back but using enough strength to put down Gargan. Gargan quickly shook his head as he attempted to get up, yet now Peter used both of his arms to pull on Gargan's tail.

With full strength, Peter held Gargan down with his tail, allowing Andriette to use her legs to kick Gargan down. Using her sword to slash at his head. Swinging her sword about 5 times before cracking a len from his helmet. Gargan did slash at her right arm and headbutted her after grabbing the same arm he slash her. Making her stumble and fall with a bleeding nose.

This…made Peter grabbing his neck fully to then slamming face first down on the concrete ground with such brute force. Then again. Again. Webbing the tail down full with excessive amounts of his regular webbing, then on to each of his limbs. Gargan headbutted using his back head to hit Peter, which did hit him. But Peter stood his ground, as again Peter punched Gargan back on the ground with a powerful straight punch. Using his left arm to hold Gargan's neck down on the ground, while the webs held the limbs and tail.

"A-Alright Gargan! Let's see…! Let's see what's…making you…making you tick like this?!" Peter turned to Andriette who whipped her nose while spitting blood out. Yet, she throws a playful grin at Peter with a thumbs up. "Are…Are you okay?"

"Me? Please. I'm fine, darling. Need help?" Andriette comes to Peter to assist him holding Gargan down. She place her right knee and left leg Gargan's head as she uses her sword to keep his tail down. "So…So what are…are you doing?!"

"I'm using my UI or AI to detect…to find a weakness on this armor!" Peter spoke as both of them struggled to hold Gargan down. Sure, the spikes would have popped out, yet the excessive amount of electric webbing plus regular webbing shut the spikes in place on his back. The UI scans the area of Gargan's back and tail, detecting possible weakness or open spots. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon…" His AI detected one possible way to disable the tail or armor. The UI highlights in white wiring inside the armor-neck area of where it was located. Peter finally found the weakness. However a warning was displayed.

The wiring was attached to the back skull of Gargan's head, the UI told the wiring were in fact held a chip controlling the mental state to the armor plating. If Peter were to shock the circuit from the wires, it would disable the armor's capabilities and tail, leaving Gargan vulnerable, however the cost of doing this could…could leave Gargan either in a coma state. Or leave him in an unresponsive wakefulness state. Mostly called a vegetative state. Awake, yet no signs of being aware anymore, since the wiring and a chip was placed at the back of skull to possible inside his brain.

Now Peter was…conflicted. By all means and right now shock the wiring altogether to end Gargan's rampage so the NYPD could take him in. Yet the cost of Gargan's ability to be aware or be in a long-term coma if this chip with the wires were to be shocked. 'Dammit…Whoever did this was not only impressive but cruel. If I shock him with my webbing EMP, I could leave him either in a coma or…lose all of his awareness to damn nearly all of his cognitive functions. I…I know he's a crook and…killer. But losing all of your ability to simply THINK? God…'

'Is there any other way?' Andriette asked him. Both now communicating telepathy now. Both stare at each other's eyes.

'I…I don't know. If both of us, or me, were to shock this "chip" I'm seeing on his head, or back of his head…I could leave him basically a vegetable! Or in a coma!' Peter spoke, worried that if he would do this, either outcome is worse for someone to be in, even if one was a criminal.

However, Andriette wasn't having any of it as she threw a glum face towards him. 'You have a heart. Even for those who break the law or harm others. I get that. And…it's sweet of you…but sometimes you NEED to make a hard decision. Something like this. If…If you were this "Scorpion" right now, do you think Gargan would hesitate? Hmm? Right now?'

'Look…I know what you're saying. But…But…I don't know. I can make my EMP or electric webbing not do as much damage as I want in my web shooter. But even then, I don't know how much he can take it nor will it be enough.' Peter spoke back telepathically. However Andriette shook her head.

'No…You're worrying about the future of your choice. The consequences. Especially with your state now being distrusted by everyone again. You don't want to be what the "imposter" or poser did. I know your heart is in the right place. But please, Spider-Man…Spidey…think of what he'll do after we beat him? Or maybe…you're scared of killing someone. Right?' She gives Peter an empathetic smile. A sense of…understanding from her.

Yet Peter remained silent but it did answer her question. Killing can sometimes be unavoidable in life. Or there is no other choice. But for Peter…there is a choice. Feeling confident now, Peter tone down the EMP/Electric webbing, lowering down the volts while calculating how much low and intake a human can handle without it being lethal.

'On average we do produce enough volts of 100 in our biochemistry in our systems. Even superhumans like me and the rest could handle more, possibly higher. Using my EMP or electric webbing. Right now it is on default of 50,000 volts. Standard volt limit on tasers. But shocking the wires at that high could harm Gargan's brain, yet, if I simply do just…just 2 or 4 shocks. I could get his armor to stop or make him vulnerable. At most, stop his muscle movement...'

Peter turned back on Andriette still holding down Gargan just like him, Peter nodded to her, "Alright. Let's do this."

Quickly right now, Peter held up the weak point of the helmet, exposing the wires to then the chip. Toning down the volts of his electric webbing to 5,000 volts only now. A quick prayer before shooting a web. Sparks began to flare as the electric webbing set in. Naturally Gargan did begin to twitch through his body and armor.

On the other end Doctor Richter desperately tried to use every counter. That one opening cost this whole operation, Richter slammed every button in this tablet for a possible way to stop this. "No, no, no, n-no! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! God-Fucking-Dammit! How did he know that weak spot?! HOW?!" The vitals showing red on his head, even the chip displayed a warning. Showing signs of the chip being short circuited by electricity. "NOOOOOOO!"

In the office of where Desmond was…he smiles at the sight of Gargan twitching, almost having a seizure. Yet, was disappointed by the sight of the pitiful Gargan on the ground with nearly all of the upgraded full-suit of armor by the two heroes taken out. The most of being "happy" was now that Doctor Richter was shouting and swearing every chance he could, happy now someone who has done nothing but acting smug to now having a meltdown over their "Subject" failing. Like Gargan always does. Fail.

"Well…at least I know how he fights. How he be the hero. And now this…strange woman appeared out of nowhere. And of course…my Watchmen retreating away from the sight of Gargan's appearance. I don't blame them, but they still have a mission. (*Chuckling while turning off his monitor*) Oh well. Sometimes time is of the essence." Desmond took his leave of the office, yet getting another chuckle from Doctor Richter who still, still doing everything he could to "save" his project.

Now seeing the chip being almost done, Peter shocks just one electric web at the wiring again. This seemed to do the trick as now Gargan began to yell. Of course being in pain of what feels like a taser, now hitting closer to both your body and brain. Even with the tone down volts of electricity, around the brain area to the wiring was still sensitive as much.

Peter of course felt uncomfortable by the action, he hoped it wouldn't cause much more harm as to Gargan. Andriette on the other hand held a neutral face, although it looked a bit more…cold. Almost looking down on someone more pathetically. As it finally settles…Gargan passes out. With the UI detecting still heartbeat. Just more…slow than active. But alive nonetheless. The problem was more of could Gargan still be aware? Or what was the chip at the back of his skull? Even the wiring that looked…painfully was surgery inserted in his head.

To be sure Gargan wouldn't at least move, Peter webbed up the limbs and tail of Scorpion once again. Truly keeping him at bay as now sirens of the NYPD began to blair. Peter sighs after the long battle, almost seeing it was getting dark. "Alright. I…I enjoy the help you did here Andriette-"

Peter turns and sees her gone. Turning around as the NYPD officers got close to the scene, swiftly Peter shot a webbing up a building. Swinging away as heavy suits of SWAT Officers rushing in the scene. Automatic Rifles were drawn out as they saw Gargan on the ground. Breathing yet beaten. Webbed up in a cocoon. The tail being webbed up separately. Each SWAT Officer took their time getting Gargan in a large van for metahumans or mutants of a larger size for occasions like these.

After the battle of Scorpion, Peter made his way up the rooftop. Looking down as SWAT and NYPD fully got Gargan inside. Clearing the way for civilians of the street to go, passing cars and firetrucks rolling in through. Of course now questions are coming on through his head. The likes of one of course, all three of his rouges came in attacking him. Taskmaster, Hobgoblin and Scorpion. Then the enhancement of Scorpion's armor and tail, how taller he was. How much quicker and simply far greater at least Scorpion put up a hell of a fight. The behavior of Scorpion for Peter was…odd. Scorpion was quieter. Hella focused on Peter and Peter alone. Effectively keeping Peter at bay as he could.

However the main concern was the fact a chip of the back of Gargan's head was much more on Peter's mind. The idea of someone controlling one of his rouges now gained full attention. Arming Scorpion up much more to handle Peter, even go as far keeping two another of his rouges fleeing in fear.

Which also lands a question…were they connected? Yet, Peter remembers both mercs were clearly not in the leagues of Scorpion nor even knowing where he was. So, no. They couldn't be connected. Then…her. Or now knowing her name, Andriette. Andriette. "Andriette." A name simple, yet unforgettable. Something that adds more of her allure than…ahem…the rest of her. Which…why did she hug him? I mean…he wasn't complaining. Just confused. Confused by the sudden act. At least now knowing her name was one of the reasons. And knowing how she fights and act.

"Huh…ya know come to think of it…I've been feeling better. I don't feel any of those damn nanobots in my blood system. I mean…I do heal. But I don't heal that fast. Unless…" Peter touches his back, expecting blood. Rubbing his back. His skin felt smooth. No blood. No slash wound. Or burned marks. Only just the torn back of his suit fabric. "...Guess I did healed. Well, at least I know her name. Andriette. Seriously though I keep thinking to say Antoinette rather than Andriette. Alright, Parker. Wait…" Peter noticed how long the fight was and everything was close to 4:02 PM. "...Great. Oh yeah. I left a note. I…I hope she does understand. I hope so."

With the final thought, Peter shot a web. Swinging away from the scene. Finishing his day now as he stopped a few small-time robberies. Rescuing civilians off a SUV that was close to falling off a bridge. Saved two teens from being sexually assaulted by six thugs in one alleyway. Escorting the teens to the police for safety and filing a report on the 6 thugs Peter webbed up.

The act did leave an impression of the Officers, mostly most who were female. Nodding after the Officers called their parents, Peter left as swinging through the city. The acts of today did end up helping ease tension of New York appreciating the help of Peter, or Spider-Man. Yet, still a mixed bag of the majority New Yorker's opinion. Most still accuse him of being a poser. Claiming Peter was a stuntman taking glory. Hell, most still think Peter wasn't the Spider-Man they know. He couldn't blame them. Being in their position of their protector than now going "rouge" will lead to opinions like this.

While Peter was minding his business swinging away from more crimes to solve or help his fellow New Yorkers. Andriette watches Peter swing away in the air. Swinging. Displaying incredible acrobatics mid-air, gaining amused onlookers in the streets. Andriette saw Peter go through a building far away. All she did now was to grin at the sight while licking off a few blood and lips. "Even if these ungrateful bastards may distrust him, he still comes and saves the day. (*Giggling with sigh*) Yet, in the end and always…he's alone. On his own." Andriette jumps off with more giggles, holding on a flagpole, swinging and swinging on the pole before launching herself off. Walling running each of the buildings. Running onto buses and cars one by one. Much like how Peter felt in the air or swinging through New York…free.

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A Week Later…

Now

Christmas Day

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In New York: Forest Hills, Queens

Time: 11:42 AM

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Jumping on the rooftop as quickly as he could of his old home. The memories. The loving times. The hard times. The cruel times. Something like this would've questioned Peter and his Aunt May of how long they went through and put up. Yet in the end, they pressed on. The good days. The bad days. And the ugly days. Times of giving up. Taking breaks. Heartbreaks. And death. Even so…they both press on. Just like everyone else.

Of course the house of these years still stands tall. Hell, one thing…one thing Otto did here. He fully paid off Aunt May's mortgage. Now fully in her name with the company under his name of the two years as "Spider-Man", although it's mostly because Otto wanted to marry May, in which Peter, 20 years old at the time, wasn't having it. It was both terrifying and awkward for the 20 year old Peter Parker then. Peter used his winter clothing to cover up his suit. Another suit he packed up in case one gets… damaged. Or torn to shreds after a battle or fight.

Sighing while straightening up his hair. Smelling his breath. Checking if his teeth were bright white. Then held a large present box in green, red and golden-yellow in his hands. 'Alright, Parker. Time to face the music.' Knocking on the door politely as he waited for his Aunt to answer. After a while, Aunt May in her early 70s came on in. Grey hair short, already in a casual warm outfit, blue eyes looking towards Peter's light brown eyes. Both held welcoming smiles. They hugged each other. "Peter!"

"Hey Aunt May! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, dear. Aww…handsome as ever. Come on in, son." Aunt May allowed Peter in their old home. Much like everyone else on this amazing holiday saw the Christmas tree with their decorations. The likes being with colorful lighting, stars on top, candy canes with ornaments. Simple with a lot of meaning of these times. Like herself, she grabbed two already made hot chocolates from a table, giving one for her and Peter. Of course her second signature food or goodies she always knew how to make it perfect. Peter enjoyed the riches of the flavors. With added marshmallows. A dab of milk with caramel.

"Oh my gosh, Aunt May…this is always the best. Just like your wheatcakes. Can't get over how you didn't go to cooking school." Peter complimented with an added playful joke.

"HA! You're Uncle took my heart of my love for cooking first before school. Yet, even then my skills kicked more as much as it did back in my old days in High School. (*Sighs with a chuckle*) Those days. Days before you were even thought of. But thank you Peter."

"Of course Aunt May." She ruffles up his hair before giving him a kiss on his forehead as the two begin to talk. It lasted for a while as they watched classic or iconic Christmas movies, events and parades. Even set up for the new year. Food was already set and made as they sat down, yet, something caught Peter's attention. "Hey…Where's Jay? Wasn't he coming?"

Aunt May replaced her smile with a glum look while looking down a bit as she took another sip of the hot coco, "He's…out of the city. Or state if you will. Jay and his brother, your old boss, Jameson left the state of New York after…that time a year ago. Since the disastrous resignation left a terrible taste of New York. Can't hardly believe he was Mayor of all people. Then again, we had the worst Mayors. Governors. And even Presidents over the years. The one's me and your Uncle and family lived through."

Peter took his sip of his hot coco while nodding, understanding her words. "So…you're alone again? You want me to stay-"

May held up her hand with a smile, "Don't. I'll be fine. You focus on your life. Rebuild everything the best you can. I take it everything is alright? Yes?"

Peter now was hit with the question. 'Of course she'll ask me how I'm doing. After "Otto's" time in my body kinda…did some douche acts I'll never do towards her. I could be up and honest with her. Well, aside from telling her I'm Spider-Man with enemies or now a photographer…who now do pinups or editing famous marketing companies for a living. I mean…taking pictures isn't bad nor I hate it. Just…the pinups part. Well…now or never, Pete.'

"Well…It's been a rocky start. At best. Of course the tragedy of my company did hold me back. Lots of…partners and people did take a toll on me. Then again…what haven't I lost yet anyway?"

May rubs her hand on his shoulder, a move a comforting mother would do. "Don't let the failure of your company discourage you from getting back up and trying something new and different. You are still full of life and wonders. Even…heading towards your 30s now. Oh my gosh…now to manhood."

"Haha…thanks Aunt May. Thanks for believing in me. Yet…something good did happen for me. And guess what, Aunt May."

"What?"

"I'm back taking photos. And no…it's not taking photos of Spider-Man again and getting paid like I'm stuck in the Industrial Revolution era. No, no. Just…taking private commissions of photos for big time marketing companies, editing, heck even some iconic movie studios." Peter revealed. Half truth and lies once again, but at least not taking pictures of himself again for pennies.

Aunt May now jumped with joy with again hugging Peter. "Oh I'm so proud of you, son! So proud! Not only having masters of degrees, yet a skilled-young-photographer once again. See? Even if something fails once, another strives. Oh…I'm happy to hear that, Peter! This is what happens if you never allow your failures to break you. Always look for the alternative. No matter what others think. Finally…my nephew is back on his feet."

"Even then…you're still not…um…you know…mad back then?" Peter asked uneasy, May understood immediately.

"Peter. Peter, listen to me my boy…I'll never be mad at you. Nor be disappointed. Yes, we have and had bad days and ugly …I won't forget what you did when me, Jay and I had dinner that day and you snapped. I know having the company you had can…take a toll on your mental. Mood. And the time of your days in college once more. Believe if I was in your place…I too would snap. Especially with no one at least to help ease up the hardship or stand by your side. Which…are you and MJ…together again?" May asked with hope in her sight. Unfortunately Peter shook his head. Saying "No" in the process. May understandably was disappointed. This wasn't the first time they were broken up in a relationship.

Peter could feel May's disappointment by the heartbreaking news, just more of a fact he was Spider-Man. Protecting the city from levels of threats and crime while in the process leaving MJ alone most of the time. Helping New York affected their relationship and yes, one would be upset if one isn't as almost present.

'I can't truly blame MJ, you know. Watching someone you know, love, care being as always a reckless yet selfless hero of a known active-yet-chaotic city with mixed people of walks of life and beliefs will tend to cause…problems. The likes of dangers. Enemies. Me almost dying at times. Hell…I did died at one point. Of course that scared MJ for life. (*Sighs*) I guess May still had hopes we will overcome our troubles. Guess not…'

Peter turned to May, "I know, Aunt May. I'm sorry we didn't overcome…overcome what happened a year ago. I know you're still fond of her. So…I'm thinking of at least staying off of dating. Being single for now."

"Oh Peter…I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sure you will meet someone. Someone…perhaps better. Just…we hope that someone will be committed. There for you in the harshest of times. Or simply the right one." Aunt May again hugged Peter as he reciprocated, hugging her back. It lasted a little longer. Before May let go as she made her way back to the living room, "So, you want to come back to the living room with me? Talk more good things while watching these movies? Like old times?"

Peter smirks while filling up his cup with more hot chocolate, "Sure. Just like old times."

For the rest of the day both Aunt and Nephew watched damn nearly single movies aired on AMC, yes, that channel the rest of the day. Laughing. Shedding a few tears. Ranting. Critique some films themes or quality. It eventually turned around 2:41 PM in the afternoon, as May cleaned up and put the tree up with its decorations, Peter helped around. Washing dishes, cups, placing some finished leftovers in the trash. Helping May lift the tree into their garage. After finishing up tidying the kitchen, Peter visited his old room. Memories of his gaining his powers. Making his first suit ever and web shooters. Seeing MJ next door. The ad of winning 10,000 dollars in the papers. Lost of Uncle Ben. Bills piling up. Battling various villains. Took photos of himself to pay half of the bills. Fought and created foes on or not on purpose. Dealt with death and pain for so long. So long to win the trust of New York…to then lose their trust once again after Otto's reign of terror in his body.

Yet here he is…still here. Still standing. Even if everything turns out hell for him…he stands. Even when he gave up for two months 7 years ago, he rediscovered himself. Found family of the F4 and some of the X-Men. Allies and mentors of the Avengers. While he may have lost their trust, others knew the real Spider-Man…The one who gave much more for New York, Queens and Manhattan, would never have done those questionable acts to nearly treason. Without notching, Peter shed a tear. Wiping himself, yet held himself together. There may have been bad times. The ugly times. And just by the cruelty of his Parker luck getting the best of him, Peter was there for everyone. Both as himself and in the mask of Spider-Man.

After bidding his farewell with a final hug for May after leaving his room to the front door. Peter left his old home, climbing on the wall towards the rooftop. Once up, removing his winter outfit and making a web-makeshift-backpack to place his clothing. Once finished Peter shot a webbing. Swinging off to the distant from Queens to NYC. Manhattan. For once as he made it to Midtown. No crimes taking place. Even the smallest ones. No mugging. Nothing. Just everyone cheering for the day. Heck, most of everyone here is giving each one a gift in the streets. Small, yet a gift nonetheless. As Peter swung in the air while looking down at the sight, it brought a smile to his face inside his mask.

Guess Christmas truly is the most wonderful year. 'If one thing about us as humans I will admit. We can do amazing things or…bad things. Yet here we are…still here. We truly are a stubborn species in the world with mutants to Gods among us. Strange yet beautiful world. Home on Christmas day. Merry Christmas everyone! From Spidey and everyone else!'

With the final thought Peter in his Spider-Man suit swings into the dawn while everyone enjoys this amazing time of the year. Through our bad days in our lives, we still take time to enjoy this year with our loved ones. Happy of who made it through this year and onto the next.

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TO BE CONTINUED!

IN: One Sensational SPIDER-MAN!

A/N:

Yes, everyone…I am aware Christmas was 3 days ago and it has ended. Yes, yes, yes…but still I wanted to take the time to push this out for everyone. Sure, it did end like my last chapter abruptly or shorter than normally. With added more time in my time off this site was busy as usual. Both in my writing/art studies to job with now having new ideas of fics I plan to at least publish and do more. And as promised and for your guys presents…

Here are about TWO planned series I have in mind once/still continuing story of One Sensational SPIDER-MAN: Vol 1! So please…do enjoy my sneak peeks!

Once again and finally time…

Thank you guys so, so, so, so much everyone!

Merry belated Christmas! Happy Holidays and of course again…!

A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Previews!

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Once again, Thank You!

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Preview 1 IN: AMAZINGLY SPECTACULAR SPIDER-WOMAN

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Molly swings through New York back in her stitched up Red and Blue Spider-Suit by Peter after the battle of fighting Smythe's emergency robot, M0-16B was deployed in Central Park. It was now nighttime, just about the last 10 hours as Alchemax had been infected with the virus. One had been changing some of the scientist's genes. Some look reptilian, the consequence of trying to re-engineer Connor's serum. Some had metallic-alloy in their limbs, something between the DNA gene from the Absorbing Man they tried to harness to make bleeding-edge nanotechnology themselves, which had failed after the whole containment breach in Alchemax by experiment's rebellion.

"Everything alright, Mols?" Peter asked through her ear-piece. Molly landed on top of a rooftop, answering Peter through the ear-piece.

"Yeah, babe. I'm fine. Thanks for the patch up. Although I am feeling the…bottom of my suit may…tear up. But it looks good nonetheless." Molly thanked while hearing a sigh of relief from Peter on the other side with a chuckle from both.

"Hehe…I aim to please, Mols. Just for you."

"I know, tiger. I know. Hope I get a new one from you. So…how's Gwen and Rita? Are they alright? What's their vitals?" Molly asked.

"From their vitals so fair in the quarantine lab of Alchemax. Both are healthy. For the best. Still, most of the scientists are Alistaire Smythe with them inside. At least their body has been fighting off the virus in the last, oh, 5 or 10 hours. Thank God for the emergency food you helped give them."

"Staying inside a lab for the two of us to find a cure and capture all of these cross-species? I had to get something. Supplies. Food. Water. Everything. (*Sighs*) Can't believe it all happened just two hours ago. And fast. Thank God I got you out of there. Just…pissed I didn't do the same for Gwen and Rita. I'm…I'm still sorry for that, Peter." Molly apologized.

"Hey…it's…it's okay. We don't have time to dwell on the past. Right now after looking through the data of old Oscorp archives in Alchemax databases, one warehouse held crates of old experiments and files. Maybe answers on how to defeat each cross-species. Get DNA or samples I could use for a vaccine. Not a cure yet, but a vaccine." Peter informed, Molly nodded while checking on her web shooters, reloading a few old web cartridges to new.

"So we have a location? Anywhere in Midtown or Brooklyn?"

"That…wow…yeah. Okay. Looking it through, about 5 known locations around in…different places. 2 in Midtown Manhattan. 1 in, like you said in Brookly. The last 2 in Queens. After what happened back in Alchemax, each is being heavily guarded by Alchemax security force and a…Paramilitary force. PMCs if you will. I urge extreme caution." Peter warned through the ear-piece. Molly nodded, hearing Peter's worrying tone, like a boyfriend would do.

"Thanks. I'll be fine, Peter. Trust me. I know not to go all in willy-nilly like a fool. But we need to hurry. The longer we don't have the vaccine ready…the little they have a chance of surviving in Alchemax."

"Got it. I'll send the location of each one. Go get'em, Spider-Girl!"

"Ha-Ha, it's Spider-Woman, dork. Hehe…thanks, babe. See you later." Molly shot a web to swing through the city. Going to one that is close to home in Manhattan. Yorkville. East End Ave. "Alright. Let's do this." Diving in mid-air before long launching a final web to fly through each building. Doing Somersault-dive into a roll, then jumping on her hands for a quick recovery jump. Shooting two webs out of both of her hands to sling-shot her way up in the air.

Landing on the edge of the building, eyeing on a warehouse building. Of course the name of Alchemax being plastered onto the old Oscorp names, both in billboards and signs. After the fall of the Osborn's. One that lasted on the news for a while. Bad memories. Shaking the thought away after seeing the air vents. Leaping off from the edge of that building to now on top of the warehouse. Landing on both of her feet, dusting herself off before ripping the vent open. Squeezing her body through the vents. Although she could feel her large DD breasts and fit bubble-butt up against the vents. Feeling how small the vents were. After a while of crawling through, breaking a vent to now up in the ceiling.

Once out, she sees how much crates of nearly everything from Oscorp to now Alchemax have collected, made, stored, archived till the end of times. Catwalking on all of her fours on a railing. Her Spider-Sense tingle, she turns to her left as she sees doors opening, staying above the rail as guard PMCs and Alchemax security. All began guarding a large shipping-container with the old Oscorp logo onto.

One Guard spoke with a question, "Why in the hell are we guarding this box again? Couldn't the clean up crew get it over with?"

Another Guard turned to the 1st Guard who spoke, "Half of what this box contains could kill us in a week if it fails into the wrong hands. All must be destroyed within 5 hours. From orders from the board and personal by Symthe himself to guard and destroy it. I assume everyone is following the same orders?" All said, "Yes, sir!", "Good. A set of platoon soldiers by Good Deeds Company will arrive shortly to take over Alchemax Security mid to late night shift. We'll carry this to Ground 9 to burn it to a crisp. Let's move out."

"Ground 9? I'm guessing that's underground. Judging how they're all going to that elevator with the crate, it all leads underground. But first…" Molly switches her web shooters webs to Spider-Tracers, created by Peter to track anyone or anything when needed, to keep up with the ship, she aims and shoots at the top of crate as the elevator begins to go down. "...Perfect. All I need to do is stick to where they're going and avoid these Grunts. God knows only how many there are."

Molly hops onto the ceiling. Crawling her way around, keeping track of the crates movement while now Guards of Alchemax and Good Deeds began to sweep the place. Each armed with shotguns to AR's on their hands or back, some took a break, others read. Most talked amongst each other on various topics, even one even picked Molly's attention…

"Heard over the big tower more of these, uh, Cross-Species? Yeah, cross-species, still causing havoc. One just destroyed a water purifier and another half of Alchemax's security. Looks bleak for the eggheads."

"For real? Damn…wouldn't wanna be in that mess. Thank God my brother's wife moved out before Alchemax brought Oscorp. Shame the Osborn's gone, even if they were rich-snotty-bastards and bitches, am I right?"

"Ya know they're still people inside, right? Even our Boss and head Board member is still inside, idiots. If he's gone with the rest…We'll be out of the job. If that, uh, who…Yeah, if that Rita bitch isn't in charge. Heard she wants to purge our security of us with robots."

"HAHAHA! You think they're letting a Broad like her from the Bronx be in those big man shoes? Not a chance."

'Bastards. All of them. God…I hope you're okay, Gwen and Rita…C'mon Molly…Not now. Stay focused.' Molly took notice of another vent to use. Yet, was blocked off by sets of crates and boxes, those of course being guarded once more. Luckily it was only two, yet one was on the phone, the other walking around with an AR with a flashlight under the barrel. Molly took her time crawling while avoiding any light source, as while listening to the conversation.

"...I know, hon. I know. I'll be sure to pick Lilly and Clem off from school. Just work has a little longer. But I'll get them home while you stay home for the newborn. Thanks. Love you, Tess."

"Wait…you got three kids now? Christ…"

"What? Tess and I wanted more kids…and here we are. She's just home with our son. Danny. Hehe, he's such a sweet baby. Hardly cries and he gets sleepy a lot. While Lilly, my oldest and Clem, the second oldest in the 4th grade together."

The Second Guard shrugged with a smile, "Fourth Grade? Nice…They grow up fast."

"Oh they do…Gotta go pick up like a Spider-Woman doll for the both of them. God…my two daughters love her to death. Can't get enough of her swinging the city in awe or catching a purse snatcher."

"Ehh? Really? I mean…not to sound like a douchebag or some…a certain someone before but…isn't she like a Menace in the papers? Causing a public nuisance. Get in the way. And…uhh…doesn't dress modest. I mean…seeing a woman in broad daylight in a bright colorful skin tight suit that…doesn't leave a lot to imagine."

"(*Sighs*) I know. I know and I get that. But…can't deny or deny all you want. Spider-Woman does just as much good as any other local NYPD serviceman. Saving lives and even stopping a madman almost attacked a school where my two daughters' was 5 years ago. She's good in my book." Molly held a smile of at least one Guard praising the Webbed-Heroine of her acts.

'Heh, take THAT, Jameson!'

Feeling that now both of the Guards began to take their leave, Molly discreetly and quickly crawled to the crate blocking the vent, getting into the crack of where the vent and crate were, using both of her legs to push out the crate away from the vent. Fully the crate goes down, but Molly hastily webbed the box up on the ceiling, kicking the vent to get inside. Now back in the vent as she crawls inside, without noticing a musty smell inside the vent, which caused her to cough a few times and knowing of how old these vents were. "(*Coughing*) God…! Smells…! Smells like a frat boy party den or hookers-bar up in here! I mean…I should've known better but wow…musty as fuck. Now I see why Peter and I keep our windows open. Even in our private times. Fuck…" Now making her way to another vent door she opened with her arm, webbing it back before taking note of being inside of the elevator shaft. "Alright. My senses are guiding me where it's going. Shouldn't be far."

Molly tip-toes on a railing before hopping each one with superhuman agility and speed, mixed with her equilibrium. Keeping her body balance as more tighter to now shorter each rail, dodging in-coming elevators, webbing a few cameras in their blindspots. Before long using her web-wing guilder underneath her armpits of her suit to guild through faster than her webbing. Molly's spider-senses ringed more and more louder as she gets closer and closer, unfortunately it was cut short as another elevator at the right time cut her off, 'FUCK!' She mentally cursed herself. Molly had no choice but to take on the elevator she was holding on to.

Yet, while Molly did miss her objective, this elevator gave her a warning in disguise. As now Molly looks and listens to the elevator of the PMC ground of Good Deeds Company…

"Alright gentlemen got orders from Major Rake to watch over the facility. Watching out for possible leaks, moles, to even Spider-Woman or just anyone from getting inside here. Including reporters to the janitors. Everyone from GDC and Alchemax is now on high alert. Shouldn't be shocking after hearing what happened early this morning."

"What did happened, Sarge? Why aren't we going inside there? We have the gear and men to secure and liberate Alchemax."

"From up top…this is something bigger and deadlier than what we have faced both overseas and here in the States. Including this virus wiping out half of their staff and security, both human and robots. That's as far as I know what is going on in there." The Sargue finished.

"Shiiiiiiiiiit…Think Spider-Woman is involved? I've heard she saved most of them and placed them in the lab. Even the top dog, Smythe. But even then again…could've been a cover-up-story for morale by those shitty higher ups."

"Could be. Maybe. Even then…it doesn't matter. Now both Heads of Alchemax and GDC placed a bounty. $4 Million dollars, only for it to be Alive for the bonus. While dead it's only $1 million dollars."

"$4 Mill? Really? For someone like her in tights with big-ass and titties you think they'll make it $100 million to get her alive with that sweet ass. Damn…cheap deal and a tease. Hehehe…"

"Okay, okay, all right. Calm down and focus here. We're on a clock. Guard each perimeter with Alchemax security here. The rest of you get to your post and confirm it with each of your commands. Let's go, people!"

'Well shit…Looks like Good Deeds Company or GDC military group are here. Mixing that with Alchemax lackeys here? Dammit. Stick to the shadows. Better to take out one by one than going all in. Even if I know I can take each one out. Hmmmm…Maybe do that. Go in, hit and web each one from the ceiling. And they never see it coming. Heha, good thinking Girl.'

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Preview 2 IN: Back In All Black: Adventures of SPIDER-MAN & VENOM!

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Both Peter and Venom cleared each room one by one filled with mercs from Foundation. With the combined powers of Venom's tendril attacks and traps, Peter's athleticism and speed with swift attacks, dealing heavy-nonlethal blows. Avoided numerous gunfire by the mercs wielding SCAR-H's. Peter made a large web-symbiote-shield, blocking gunfire before using another tendril attack, pushing them away in a large web. Now the mercs used frag grenades as a flank. Causing Venom inside Peter to shout in urgency, "BEHIND YOU!"

"Got it!" Peter cartwheeled away to bounce off a wall to avoid the grenades, some of the sound did bothered Venom, yet recovered quickly as before long the both of them unleashed four tendrils out of Peter's back, grabbing the four mercs, pulling them up to the ceiling and webbing them up, all the while Peter quipped. "Wow. For guys in the most tip-top-shape of average thugs, you guys are sad honestly. Hell, geared up in the most badass-military grade stuff your employer brought. Couldn't be me."

"Well, you HAVE powers of a Spider and they don't. With an added alien-lifeform of a suit that can do anything you want. So it's overkill. Expect when it comes to Peter Parker that is. Or not breaking bones or be your TRUE self F.Y.I Hehehe…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, quiet you. Still freaks me out you truly now in my head. Both my Spidey Sense and you in my head? Yeah, gotta stockpile on Advil. A whole lot." Peter and Venom retorted back while the mercs tried their damndest to guard the vault. One on with a radio called in more reinforcement, yet got webbed up by Peter while they fired. Some with SMGs of the MP7's to the rest with M4's.

In one upper floor of the building with 30 mercs in heavy riot-control gear in multicam camo, armed with M60's and grenade launchers watched on the screens as Peter and Venom kept storming each floor with ease. Skills. Ferocious velocity. Rampage in a controlled manner with occasional taunts and quips by the Friendly Neighborhood Hero and his Alien Parasitic "friend". HEY! One floor filled with shotgun users all taken down in a large black-webbed-cocoon by a trap laid by Peter with Venom's help. One floor in pitch darkness being taken down, one by one by Peter. Hell, one time of Peter being invisible while stealthy put down the mercs. The sights of each of their men weakened their morale. Some are willing to turn themselves in. Some are willing to desert out of their Outpost. Some began to fight among each other of how truly close Spider-Man, Peter, was coming to the vault. While heavily guarded, it felt it wasn't enough by the looks on the screens. One merc turned to the Captain with enraged-frightened look.

"Dammit! Look at this! We're losing men here! We can't fight that! See?! What in God's-Green-Earth you think that our guns can handle that fucker than our combined arsenal to handle that meta-human freak?! "

"Shut the fuck up! We're defending this vault! Like or not, this is what we have been paid to do! If not…we're more in trouble with them over Spider-Man. Remember?" The Captain reminded while ordering them to get back, some refused with threats of shooting him, pointing their weapons at the Captain. "Really now? Didn't you idiots forget? They're watching us…in those cameras. Both on the screens and even the inside of our brains and eyes. If we don't guard this Vault. We're fucked. You hear me? YOU HEAR ME?!" All went quiet after the reality check their Captain gave them. Either fight to protect the vault…or die by their Overseers watching them. "Then I suggest you listen up and listen good. For this moment forward…we're defending this Vault! By the odds against us! I will NOT allow that nuisance to fuck us over. This is an order to regroup! Get back in your outpost and defend this damned Vault! I will not say this again. Go. Now." The Captain ordered.

No other choice, all nodded without a thought as each one returned to their post. Some guarded the door with heavy machine guns. Heavy shotguns of such the names are or were the AA-12 to Benelli M4 shotguns, both with armor-piercing slugs. One held 5 mercs with M60's to M249 as well with flashlights to night visions, guarded made-shift sandbags. The Captain oversees everything with his own shotgun with a sonic-boom attachment on his Bushmaster TASG-12 and M4A1 carbine rifle. The Captain turned to his Lieutenant, "Go. Stay with them as I'll stay inside the Vault. We can't allow what is inside to be lost. That's an order."

"Yes, sir Captain. Please…do your duty while we fight for your Masters." The Lieutenant said, nodding while leaving the Vault. Then now the Captain locked himself in the Vault fully. The Lieutenant turned to the remaining soldiers, "Alright dickweeds…like our Captain said. Defend this vault. At all costs."

After an hour of webbing, smacking down the mercs, avoiding each one, laying traps and simply climbing their way up to the final floor. As they did while ducking each light or blending in the environment thanks to Venom's camouflage ability to avoid half of the mercs. "Gotta say…I wish I could've thought of making a suit that can do this. Could've saved me a lot of suits and not be filled with either lead or blood. Or the countless excuses."

"I must say…you are ONE good liar on a good day. I mean, for a dork like yourself that somehow gets more "trouble" in your 20s tells a lot of the people around you to believe quickly why you show up late to ANYTHING. Humans are so gullible or ignorant at times. Even your dear loved ones." Venom voiced as Peter finished climbing to the final floor. Peter had been taken aback by Venom's wisdom or…a critique of the human mindset, although really saying his opinion after seeing only Peter's memories of the lies he told to everyone over the years. Teen and now adult.

"(*Sighs*) Can you not go way back in my memory lane? Please? And…it's for the better. I wish it was easy but it's not. Look Venom…it's for them. Not for me. Can't let it happen once. Can't let it happen again." Peter asked. Venom mentally nodded. Understanding one reason to cut this conversation short. They arrived at the door. The door or room of this Vault by a document they stole back in the storage facility. Yet, Peter's senses started to ring louder and louder with Venom again talking to him telepathically.

"Wait. I smell and detect armed mercs again. With more heavy weaponry. Hell, more upgraded military weapons we have faced several down floors over an hour. How do you want to do this, Parker?" Venom asked, while showing another ability from the symbiote of X-Ray visions. Seeing through the walls and door being a substantial amount of mercs once more, even a watchtower to fit in the building apparently to makeshift sandbags fortification. Even agreeing with Venom on the weapons, definitely top-military weapons.

"That confirms it. The Foundation gotta be supplying these wanna-be-soldiers top weapons. God…how could they afford this?" A pause by Peter until the obvious answer came to him, "Oh yeah…weapon dealers for the cheapest price. Going out of their way to keep their experiments top secret from me and rest. Gotta get to that vault. Just now more mercs…again."

"And how do we do that without being turned to mountains of meat shot up to hell with lead? I say we transform and go all in! Bullets don't nearly affect me as much as you know!" Peter shook his head, shooting down the idea, "Why not?!"

"No. We don't need to go overkill or get into a rampage because it's easy. We'll do it in a quieter way. Just like the last 4 floors we did. Either I shut off the lights in this building by hacking the power or go in invisible. Lay down traps left and right. How's that?" Venom grumbles at the plan, "How about this…We do this and I'll buy a large chocolate cake or 50 bags of Hershey's chocolate. Deal?"

"You have my attention. Fine. I'll turn myself invisible and we'll lay the traps. Let's finish this."

"Alright." Peter cracks his knuckles. "Let's go!" Peter with Venom's invisibility kicked the door, immediately prompting the mercs to open fire. Mag dumbing the door with everything they got. Bullets wise to explosives. After all the mercs finished shooting the door, waiting for the smoke clearing out…nothing was in sight. Other than the door being destroyed by their hands. Before long tendrils knocked each merc from within the shadows. Using his both Spider and Symbiote strength to destroy the watchtower with floor lights after tearing down its leg supports. All the while saving the merc from falling to his desmire before webbing them all in large-black webbing. Keeping them in place like the rest.

The sandbag fortification wasn't nearly a challenge as Peter simply used the tendrils from the symbiote to pull them up. Some used a few flash grenades the sound did cause Venom and Peter to shrek in pain. Making them retreat back in the shadows by webbing up the ceiling, more mercs fired upon where they went, which of course shooting down the ceiling area. Using a flashlight with their rifles. Nothing was there. Before long behind them Peter grabbed their vest and pulled them towards the wall, webbing them. Slide-kicking two mercs down after they failed to rush at him with shock-batons. Webbing them up with the rest.

Another attempted to throw a flashbang grenade, but was taken down by Venom with another tendril attack then thrown to the wall. Peter turned to Venom, "Really?"

"You weren't paying ATTENTION, dolt! They do hurt you know! A flash of light with a loud BANG! Now that's overkill for me."

"Okay, okay, okay fair point. Fair point, buddy. Now-" One merc tried to gain a chokehold position on Peter, who simply dodged it before doing a takedown move on the merc, jumping over the merc's head in a flip. Used both his hands and slammed the merc's head on the ground, nonlethal, knocking him out. Seeing now the hall was finished with the mercs Peter and Venom made their way inside, taking cue on how larger it was of both hallways and rooms. Peter swings while searching for more threats, "Gotta say here Venom, this is the biggest floor. As in the rooms and the whole area inside this building. Again, this confirms it. Whoever is with the Foundation, they got the funds. Typically, doing inhumane experiments for the highest bidder will do that."

"Even if this wasn't our problem…you're still do it?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Didn't the clone of Wolverine, Larua, been used as merc for THEM in all of her life? Shouldn't it be HER fight? She mentioned it was MUTANTS being experimented daily here of this...Foundation. Cloning. Gene splicing. Selling them. Operates both Mercs and Science. Other means of USE for them, and them alone. Why deal with her or really, THEIR problem? Isn't that why the X-Men were formed?"

Peter admittedly was questioning himself that question. Why? At times or even in the beginning of his Superhero career he was dealing more with human problems over mutant problems. Only time he faced the issue was when the X-Men questioned if Peter was mutant, in which he denies. Only telling his powers came from a spider-bite over having an X-Gene, the only gene a mutant gains their ability of anything through puberty or…traumatic events. Easier to see why then…he was a kid. A teen. A teen with superpowers of a spider. Helping people and punching bullies in the face, without knowing he was helped a few mutants once.

Then again another pet peeve of Peter, he didn't like bullies. The kind of those target individuals who couldn't change who they are. Those of their race or gender and now mutants. If Flash did because Peter was skinny and weak before, what's stopping others doing the same? Even now with people or kids having superpowers. So why now help the mutants? Even one that it was her battle to do.

Peter sighs before landing on the ground while speaking to Venom, "Because who will? Don't get me wrong and…and I agree. This is an X-Men problem. The good ones. Trying to help mutants and humankind to get along. Bit by bit. Steady, yet growing for peace among the two. Teaching those not to be afraid of themselves and others. A team to defend both species from each other or other forces. But even then…they have their limits and this…This is one of them. You can't go all in to companies or places who are known for doing terrible stuff to mutants without proof…unless you are a vigilante. Like me. And…it is personal. For me and Laura. The idea that someone created and took both her childhood and life to be used as a tool and made to serve, by every definition of a slave of doing work for them? Yeah…that did pissed me, Felicia and MJ off."

"I…I see. Hehehe…you know…I would see this as a more naive way of thinking. But. Here you are, in this building. Tearing down all of their forces for her after learning what they did to her and her mother. Even if her mother was truly her start of all of this. Even then…you'll still do it?"

"If it means it will at least end. So be it. Now c'mon. Time to open that damn vault. Find more clues of where they are to stop them or get the X-Men involved in this." Peter said while Venom nodded with a smile as both swung more near to where the vault was.

As the while, the Captain grew more nervous as to how close they truly were to the Vault. Slamming his fist at the failed operation. As then he threw one of the laptops to the floor in rage. "Fuck! FUCK! We're dead…we're…we're fucking dead!" The Captain turned on the radio, "Listen up! Everyone! The Menace is on his way! Man your stations! Use everything you got! I don't care how much it will destroy this place but ANYTHING to stop them! That's an order!"

"My, my, my…look at this. All the training. Gear. Even certain advantages to overcome the Webslinger…each floor was defeated. One by one. And now…here comes the "Hero", making his way to my vault. Shame. I had high hopes for you, Dennis." The voice ringed through the Captain's ear, or now, Dennis ear. The voice being sharp-cold-monotone. Filled with authority. More authority than Dennis could achieve in his life. Or…life span of a clone soldier. Dennis, the volume of voice, sent shivers in his spine. A feeling of doom closer than Spider-Man himself.

"I…I…please…We tried…We tried! I had every single soldier on each level of floors. Ready. Arms up. Just…Just that thing that shoots black goo or…webs have outweighed us!"

"I feel like I'm hearing excuses rather than taking accountability. I can understand from watching over your eyes how serious this foe truly is. More serious than the idealistic fools of the X-Men. Hmph…even her "rage", she's more cowardly than we imagined after what Sarah made. Well, at least cloning is possible for us to do with minimal cost. Then again, who truly cares for the life of clones anyway."

"P-Please…Please…sir…I…I can fix this! The papers! Everything! All in here! I will guard my life! For you and the whole of the Foundation!"

"If you say so. Please carry on…Maybe we'll let you live longer. Defend it. At all costs. Goodbye Dennis."

The voice in his ears left. Dennis sighs in relief while gearing up more heavily. Blocking more entry ways. Trapping in the vents up with a made-shift-fire trapdoor. Adding more chains of locks to the vault entry way. No matter the odds…the vault and the mission must be protected. At all costs. Looking at the screen as now Peter, Spider-Man came his way to the final door. Last of the guards standing outside the vault. "Come on in, Hero. I'm the last of what the Foundation can do and what they'll do…will make you wish for mercy!"

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