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Issue 5: Arise Once More
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In New York (Somewhere): Conference Room In RNCR's Inc.
Time: 11:47AM
"So…" Desmond's turns to his board of directors with a straight face, "...Kells. My eyes and ear in the ground of NYC. In Midtown. Stationed. Hidden from the public eye. The three teams I have sent out, armed like a PMC. Is now found dead, along with his team of surveillance. Each slashed. Decapitated. Some shot at. Every single one. Dead. Am I correct, everyone?" The tension in the room was…of course tense. Some shed sweat drops, others coughing, most cleaning their throats, while Desomond could only just shake his head down, sighing heavily.
"I know. I know. I know I have a lot of money with unlimited resources for this company. But this? This? This is getting tiresome, everyone. Looking for, again, an idiot with tights on with bright-colors, swings on webs, yet we still can't find him nor even have a location yet. And here we are…" Slamming both of his hands down onto the table, everyone, excluding the Doctor. Doctor Richter, present in the meeting, flinched by the sudden impact of their Leader's rant. "...one of your team is now dead on the streets in Manhattan. Guts. Blood all over the street. Kell's blood with his team spread all out. Something of a painting."
One of the Board members bravely spoke, despite their voices trembling, "W-We…We, (Ahem), understand your frustration. All of u-us here. The loss of Kells and the team, along with data on the Webbed-Headed-Menace locations they have been monitoring have hit us hard. The lost, of course being the tapes, videos, even integrations from the locals of Spider-Man's location in Midtown, since we DO know he, at least of our guesses, must reside there." One member spoke, a few nodded to another one who spoke in the far end.
"Even if we may have lost the tapes or everything in Kell's team, we still have the location. It's a matter of if we o-or…or you, want to breach everyone's…privacy to get the accurate location. We can tap phones, internet accounts or searches, mail online or physical address, records. With your influence, and our Watchmen, finding Spider-Man's location would be easy!"
One member shook her head with a groan, "We don't know who he is. Sure, we can, by our means, breach everyone's privacy without ever knowing who Spider-Man is. That's the point in Kell's team, find where Spider-Man operates, Midtown, yes?" Everyone said Yes, "Even with that, we still don't know who he is. A mutant? A mutante, or superpowered individual? Or a meta-human of a spider? Or an actual Man-Spider, it's why he wears such ridiculous attire with bright colors with a mask on to hide his actual hideous self from the public? Who the hell is in the mask of Spider-Man? We know he resides in Midtown, just need to know who he is, everyone. If we breach everyone's privacy or information…we'll be in a loop once again."
Many in the room agreed, even calling out the location for Spider-Man was a start, yet not the answer of who he is yet. Causing the rest of those in the room to get more annoyed at the roadblock, even Desmond.
"How about Peter Parker?" Desmond, even the board of people, turned to Doctor Richter, with an unimpressed expression, crossed-arms. "I'm surprised we didn't think of the failed-businessman Peter Parker? The one who created, owned, and founded Parker Industries two years ago was a photographer back in the old days. Hmm?"
"Yeah…Him. You're right! Good thinking, Doctor Richter!" Desmond said, giving an "approved-happy-smile" yet his left eye twitches while Doctor Richter just shrugs in the shadows yet displaying a smirk at Desmond's reaction.
"Me? Please…it was just an overlooked observation we all missed. And it's okay. It's human of us to forget the smallest of details." Doctor Richter spoke, getting a few nods from the Boards of People, even one snapped their fingers.
"Wait! That reminds me! While everything was taken from the wreckage, a team did recover information about Peter Parker." Gaining everyone's attention, both Doctor Richter and Desmond look at the man with a file he takes out from a case under the table. With one in hand inside the folder. "I will say it's not much. But a good clue on the whereabouts of Peter Parker. Even the latest news on the move. Basically how he looks, now in his mid-twenties, 27 years old. Brown Hair and light brown eyes. Has a NY Driver's license yet has no vehicles he possesses or rented. Yet, is living in an apartment complex in Midtown, Manhattan. Typically is spotted from a few cameras in…ehhh-uhhh…ummm" The man stops while flipping over the pages.
After just one minute the man stops flipping the pages while closing the file while staring back at Desmond, who kept a strong cold gaze at the man who he gulps. "...he's…well…he's been spotted at times heading to…a pin-up store that…I am…eh, shocked their still opened in today's time. Uhhhh…"
"...what?" A female voice said, then a few men chuckled, even Doctor Richter, while Desmod just stares at the man without moving. Seemingly displeased with the information yet the man continues.
"But, sir! But! He does, does or…we have seen him entering other places like Horizon Labs! Umm…Convenience stores! Other places and…!"
"Shut up and get to where he actually lives. You just said, a minute ago he lives in an apartment complex. Where is it?" One of the board of people spoke, stopping the man's antics.
"W-Well…Well…We do know he lives in an apartment, how we tracked how he pays his bills monthly…but we don't know where he actually lives. As in…what is the name of his apartment. W-Which…the funny thing is that…we tracked every known apartment place known in New York and none of them came up where he resides. We just have records of pay or payments that would s-seem like he lives in an apartment by the tax records or in the public information space we tracked." The man revealed. One member asked if that is possible, in which the man answered, "If you know how information or simply how the internet functions, yes. You can block a location, even a business off the map with them knowing. Sure, if you know what you're doing. The main-database of everything. Erasing you or a company of anything. You'll be invisible."
One by one all spoke of the revelation. Some just threw their hands up in the air in, once again, annoyance to furious of another obstacle in their way. The rest, even Richter who tried to calm down everyone, began to bicker. Desmond, a second smirk, sure he was upset yet impressed on how much of a mystery both Spider-Man and now, Peter Parker were, the loudness of the bickering was happening Desmond began to take his leave after ordering his guards to calm down the room and dismiss everyone as he walked.
'I must say…Both are very anonymous. Well, mostly both are hidden. Very well hidden. Of course this wouldn't be as easy as Richter said. Bastard. Although I see it now in a way. See, Spider-Man used to be the bodyguard for Peter Parker. A genius. By all standards. Yet now dirt broke. Like the usual failed businessman. But that was after the fact Spider-Man went on a…phase. That both changed two years ago. Even after news showed that "Green Goblin" invaded New York by hacking into Parker Industries, even Horizon Labs. That's when Parker vanished yet Spider-Man came into the picture fighting the "invasion". In that trash Red & Blue suit again. Make me believe they're connected yet every time he showed up on TV, he dismissed or told the press he's Peter Parker's bodyguard. Then again, looking Mr. Parker really doesn't look the "Heroic" type in fantasies. Even if he did, he's a fool with foolish ideals. Typical.'
Desmond made his way up on the rooftop, glancing over the morning sky and the city, feeling the autumn's cold wind. Piercing his skin in sensation before long two men came up to him. One, the Hobgoblin hovering over Desmond on the gilder with a huge-uncanny-smile, while TaskMaster came out of the smoke with his cape. "Gentlemen."
"Sir." Taskmaster nodded while Hobgoblin cackled away.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Howdy, Bossman! We're so, so sorry to hear your lackeys being killed in a bloody mess. HAHAHAHA! It doesn't match my M.O.! But it sure does make a run for my money! Even me being an C.I.A. Spook for a while!" Hobgoblin cackling again while Taskmaster sighs.
"Remind me of all people, anyone on God's Green Earth…he's the one I am stuck with? The one you actually hired personally? Why?"
"You both had a tangle with Spider-Man in the past. You, learning everything he does with one sight, predicting every move he does, cutting off webs he shot at you as you simply predict he's everyone's move, yet you lost to him. While Hobgoblin…" Both of the men stare at Hobgoblin, who simply ate a random pigeon in one mouthful, with a burp. "...he's unpredictable. Yet effectively destructive. Using the Goblin gear as he calls it while causing mayhem with bombs, lasers, razor-sharp bats and whatnot. Even a C.I.A. operative tactics. I think in a way you both synergize to a degree. Your ability to simply predict everything while he's unhinged and unpredictable with causing chaos in the background. Since the whole point is what Spider-Man tries to do on the daily bases we observed. Save people from chaos. Save people or get people to safety." Desmond explained while even giving a half-assed yet plausible plan to keep Spider-Man at bay.
"That's…fair I suppose. Weird... Though if Hobby over there can keep everything from blowing up or cackling everywhere we go." Again Hobgoblin just smirks once before again Taskmaster speaks. "And for the record…We didn't kill anyone on your team. Even Hobby up there didn't do shit."
"Because I didn't do shit anyway! Or we didn't do shit! Had to keep being a good boy for the boss while you simply stuck to the shadows in the smoke like a weakling coward you are! I told you both to take on the Bug-Boy right then and there! Yet, I'm told to shut the hell up and play nice…" Hobgoblin finished, lowering his voice being more deeper than higher pitch for intimidation, yet both men were unimpressed, mostly Desmond who kept a blank stare yet understood their words with nothing to do with Kell's murder. Since Kell's death was more…drawn out, bloody and gruesome.
"I know that. I know you both had nothing to do. Yet, the mission still remains the same. Find and acquire Spider-Man's true location. Our intel once again confirms he operates in Midtown, Manhattan. From all the years to the present day." While Taskmaster nodded, Hobgoblin remarked how simple it was, Desmond ignored it. "While on the topic of mission. I do have another task for you both. Something simple."
"What is it?"
"Do I get to bomb a nursing home? Or steal a couple kids and feed them to the woodchipper? OH! Do I get to fuck the President's wife or daughters while The President watches? If he knows what's going on. HehehehehehahahahaHAHA!"
Taskmaster just turns to Hobgoblin, even with a mask on, in disgust while being just baffled at how unhinged The Hobgoblin truly is. Desmond simply shook his head, making the Hobgoblin pout yet he still listened.
"It's none of that, I'm afraid. Next time on another election. However, this is serious to finding out who Spider-Man is. Our intel suggests someone. Someone by the name of Peter Parker. The once photographer for the Daily Bugle in the past to the failed-young businessman over Parker Industries two years ago personally hired Spider-Man as a bodyguard, even took photos of the masked-hero-menace. Simply put…he's our true lead on the hero. If we get the location on either of them, that would be splendid and answers my questions of my father's destroyed works. He's a picture of him. Find him. Do anything to get Spider-Man's location."
Desmond tosses the photo of Peter Parker towards the ground. Taskmaster picks it up while eyeing on the features of Peter Parker while the Hobgoblin uses a feather to clean his teeth, still stained with blood from the eaten pigeon. After fully memorizing the photo of Peter Parker, Taskmaster nodded while giving it back to Desmond who shook his head, "No. Keep it. I'm sure you both will put it into good use. Also don't worry you two. The money for all of this will be triple after gaining information from Parker. Make it fast and happen, folks."
Desmond makes his leave while the two mercency are left alone, Taskmaster jumps on the edge of the building while Hobgoblin still hovering in the air on the gilder, "Alright. I saw the face. Know every detail on the kid's face. Brown Hair. Light-brown eyes. If you need the picture. Here." Taskmaster gives the photo towards Hobgoblin, who smirks wickedly. "Midtown is where the bug resides. If Spider-Man's there. Then this kid should be there. If anything, that's more likely they met."
"Please…Spare me the briefing. Any twat with a reasonable brain should know that! I battled that fool many times in this fucking city! Won and lost! Yet I still scared him! Just need a little rematch! Hehehehehehe!"
"(*Sighs, while pitching his mask*) Look. I get it. He's a punk and a pain-in-the ass who can't joke for nothing in fights. Just stick to the mission and we'll get paid…Or I'll get paid and you get your revenge. Hopefully soon. Let's go and stay hidden in the air. We don't need the hypocrites of the Avengers or those mutant freaks on our tail." Taskmaster leaps off the edge while gilding with ease as Hobgoblin flies away in a cloud of smoke, again, cackling as the madman he was.
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In New York: Atomic Sapphira Productions
Time: 12:03 PM
In ASP currently with Peter and Molly as they both clean the lobby while adding Christmas decorations, mostly hanging the golden glitter bells up in the ceiling. Adding a light inflatable snowman inside by an outlet. Currently Molly was using a ladder inside, again attaching more bells as Peter was outside with two medium-size wreaths. Placing two on each door with signs of "Merry Christmas!" to "Happy Holidays NYC!" Occasionally spoke to passing people by the doors with greetings or small talk on gifts to overs. Stepping inside into the lobby, music played on through as Molly twirls around playful the area while adding more decorative items on the counter to the floor mat by the doors with Santa Claus. The music of course being It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Peter sighs with a chuckle by the most obvious yet iconic song being played. Molly's giggles at his reaction. She made at his way, "You knew I would play the literal anthem for Christmas?" She jokes while Peter places his hands inside his pockets.
"For hours upon hours while I'll be here editing? HA! Of course. It's practically in our blood hearing this song from childhood to now. But hey. Can't complain or hate it. It is catchy." Peter added.
"Hella catchy, Pete. I could sing it without needing to know the lyrics. You?" Molly asked while taking out the tree from a box in the misc items in one of those rooms. Peter shook his head with a smile at the question.
Peter soon helps as he takes the tree one by one, assembling them with a stand on the bottom, while Molly adds lights on top.
"Nah. Nope. I can't sing worth a crap. Trust me. I burst one of my roommate's ears while trying to sing Hells Bells. Kickass song by the way." Peter spoke while Molly perked her head out.
"AC/DC fan?"
"Not a diehard fan like my roommate. But I can't deny that song really does kickass on a good mood. Maybe a few more by them like, uh…Oh! Back in Black to Highway to Hell. My personal favorites!" Peter finished, then turned to Molly as she plugs the lights in. Making the tree shine with different sets of colors. From red to goldish-yellow, green, white. Molly turned towards Peter.
"Ah yes those hit songs by them. Don't get me wrong. They're pretty awesome. But I'm either more of a Rolling Stone or Journey kinda girl. Don't Stop Believin'! Hold on To That Feelin! God…I love that song. Mostly on that end part and the guitar riffs mix with the synth mixter. 80s had the best songs, am I right?" Molly finished while they both stared at the tree and rest of the lobby as they were finished for the day.
Peter turned back to her with a grin, "By a biased nostalgic standpoint?" Peter joked while Molly's expression changed from one of playfulness to her smile replaced with a frown, somewhat taken aback from the joke, eyes looking down for the moment before eyeing Peter, who quickly noticed her change of mood as she spoke.
"I could be seeing from a nostalgic look of the 1980s vibe. Mostly just knowing or seeing the "Good" parts of the 80s while ignoring the problems happening then. One being of course the Cold War and threat of Nuclear Warfare and Civil Unrest. Or the rise of more mutants. Even if the 80s was a vibe. It's just that those songs from that time point or back then held at least a story. Themes by the singers or songwriters. Sure, not all of them or all the time. But some here and there. Themes of those times. It's just…the song helped me go through life more. Ya know…like keep on believing. Something we're…losing day by day in our lives. Mostly in ourselves. Because we now only see just the worst of life other than at least the good. In others or…ourselves." Molly sighs before continuing, "Or maybe I'm…I…I don't know. Just…believing. Anyway, we're, uh, done here Pete. Thanks for the help on the decorations. Wanna take a day off earlier? I can get most of the edits done by myself." Molly offered.
Peter quickly shook his head while waving his hands, "Oh no! I mean…I mean, no. I'm sure I can get all of it done. I just got about half ready to send off. It's gonna take only just an hour!" Peter reassured.
Molly nodded, "Alright, if you say so. Just remember, Peter. If you need a break or day off. Don't hesitate to call. I'll be in my office-room with either clients or posting our services online. Or I can at least keep you company?"
Peter flustered at her words, yet rejected the offer, "O-Oh no…That's not necessary. I got this! I'm an all nighter. I typically stay up all night anyway." Molly again nodded. Smiled again knowing how both of them kept their boundaries stable as possible and respected. As both made their way, Peter called her attention, "Hey, Molly."
"Yes?"
Peter clapped his hands together. Rubbing them as she tilts her head a bit, "I…I, uh, didn't mean to bring that up. I have a habit with jokes that rub people off. So-"
"Oh no, it's okay. Really. Don't worry. I wasn't upset or offended. Or well…I was a bit. But not really. It's just that song…song helped me in some ways of being alone. Not saying you wouldn't get it but…I'm sure you do. Or you do. But…yeah, thanks, Pete." She smiles as she makes her way upstairs. While she was okay, Peter still cursed himself mentally at the honest mistake.
'Stop it, Parker. C'mon, dude…You're LITERALLY hitting your thirties. You're an adult here! AGH! Just… relax. Let's get this work done. Patrol and close up shop. While I'm at it-' Peter's phone rings, Private Number as it displayed on his phone. Feeling he was alone, Peter went back down to the lobby by the doors. "Private number?"
"Normally on other occasions you'll see my number when I'm around in NYC or at the precinct way back when. However, I'm not. Mostly a…family matter. And of course if things settle down in New York after…you know…" A female voice told Peter, who slowly nodded. He couldn't blame her. This was Yuri Watanabe. Once highly decorated NYPD captain, US Army veteran to then the Wraith. A persona she uses to enact Justice away from the system, often solving crimes on her own or with others, mostly with Carlie Cooper to discover the "Superior Spider-Man's" identity, of course being Peter or actually, Otto's "identity". Fun times.
"Yeah. I'm aware of that, Yuri. Still trying. Protect New York as much as I can. Even if most hate my guts now. Just…keep on trying I suppose."
"That's all you can do. Anyway, You were buzzing me off when these messages. What do you need?"
"Ah! Yeah, yeah. That. I know you haven't been in New York for awhile, but, have you heard of the latest murders? The deaths of Kayn Wyatt and Victor Lee? Mostly back in October. Two business men were killed. One of them being a gruesome kill while the other was quick. Most of the cases were being handled in the 56th Police Precinct. Just…the death of Kayn Wyatt was…brutal. Savage really."
Through the phone tone Yuri shrugged in discomfort of the implications, "Oh yes. It was on the news for a while. Sure, he was a bastard husband. But…wow. While it didn't show, I could see that the anchor was disturbed on the news. While Lee's death was a stabbed wound to the heart. Quick and painless. I theorized it could be a killer on businesses or corporate espionage from the inside or out. That is if we see a manifesto."
"Well…How about something more of a manifesto. Hold on." Peter holds the call on the phone while seeing the notification of a fire & police distress call on East Village, 1st Ave. The message reads of a mechanical-size man running through the city. Yet, sends in the evidence of the previous nights he collected from the Detective. Detective Sullivan. Knowing he could get in on the action in the East Village while on the phone with Yuri, however, "Great! Now I have to "leave" early! (*Sigh*) I could leave a note in my office upstairs.' "I send in a collection of works you should check out, Yuri. I have to hurry."
"Go. I'll check out these 'collections' you speak of. Good luck." Yuri ends the call while Peter quickly goes up the stairs. As he does, Peter figures he could talk to Molly in person in her office. While he does, he notices the hallway upstairs is dark. Sure, the sunlight of the windows still reflected light. Making it to her office room, Peter knocks. "Molly? Are you here?" No answer. Again Peter knocks. No answer. Peter noticed the door was locked as well. He wondered why she would lock the door, however the vibration of his phone caught his attention more as the pop ups of activity in New York began to go off. Including an explosion by one report. Feeling the pressure as the more time he's wasting, the more lives are in danger. Taking a piece of paper while adding reason to time and adding more work he's willing to do if he's punished. Adding the note on the door with a tape as Peter quickly and silently went towards the lobby to the exit door at the end.
'Dammit. I hate doing this. I know she's patient. WAY more patient she shows…but I don't want to take advantage of that. Just only three-in-half months of knowing each other. (*Sighs*)
'Remember…Responsibility, Pete. Responsibility.' Climbing on the wall of the alleyway as Peter dawns his suit. Mask on. Shooting two weblines, sling shooting himself up in the air at great heights. Swinging away with air flips and tricks as helicopters to NYFD move their way towards the scene. From afar, Peter in his mask could see large clouded smoke happening with gunfire roaring. As he swung as fast as he could, his UI interface received a call from Yuri. Pressing a button within his mask. Answering the call, "Yeah, Yuri?"
"Spider-Man…the evidence you gave me a few moments ago was…how could I say it…was vague yet clear on the death of Kayn Wyatt. Dismissing my own theory of being an inside job murder to now one out of passion or betrayal or…something of the past. Did look over his case file after his arrest to dismiss, Wyatt had a history of assault and battery. Times on his wife to prostitutes or escorts in NYC of the 2010s. Most of the time being under the influence."
"I figured. Money. Greed. And of course the usual of doing illegal drugs. Should've taken a class in D.A.R.E." Peter humored before landing on a streetlight, while shooting another web at the helicopter, gaining closer towards the action in East Village, as the while Peter stayed on the phone.
"Learning his ex-wife moved to the west coast of America is of course out of the question to meet her. Leaving us with…nothing. Or not another lead." Yuri said, disappointed in her tone while Peter was confused.
"Why? We have a lead. The detective. Detective Sullivan. Have you heard of him?" Peter asked.
"Sullivan? Detective Sullivan? Why?"
"About like, weeks ago he was being chased by some hitmen. I guessed he went to the crime scene of Kayn Wyatt's home. Gaining more answers. Something he believed they missed. Or by the tone of his voice when I found him bleeding. Something to hide."
"Such as? The…magazines? And…the wedding ring, yes?"
"Yeah…Feels like something else is keeping everything more of a secret. I would like to speak with him. Yet…he said one thing. One thing that had me calling you…" Peter leaped off his web as he got closer to the site. While only a few vehicles were flipped over, crashed. Four in flames while NYPD continued to shoot through the smoke, the senses of Peter's head began to ring intensely, feeling the ground moving. Footsteps of a giant is what it felt, the feeling akin of the Hulk or Juggernaut. However as the voice of Yuri cried out of wanting to hear his answer, Peter stood still as he saw from the clouds of smoke of an old foe raging out of the flames. Seeing a sinister smirk through as now Peter clinched both of his fists, staring down the threat with such an intense gaze. Ending the call off of Yuri while the figure Peter stares looks back as to be relieved…
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Eleven Years Ago…
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"...$100,000! One-Hundred-fucking-dollars, Jameson! That was our deal! MY DEAL! Placing my goddamn body in this tight-fruity Green suit with a fucking tail that's now STUCK in my spine! I can't even get this OFF of me. All in the while fighting that punk in webs for YOU to now…to NOW refuse to pay me! Even all of THIS?!"
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"...I…I-I…I understand your frustration, Mr. Gargan. I said the d-deal for you and you alone was to bring in Spider-Man alive! Not…Not pulverize to hell! Not only on that Meance but the local NYPD! Costing this whole operation!"
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"No, no. No. No, nononono…I DID what you wanted. I did what you paid for me to do! I have that Bug-Boy's body in this building! I want my pay NOW!"
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"Mr. Gargan, please. Sir. You must calm down. The vitals of your suit is reading…more red. I suggest you and Jameson to-"
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"How about you shut the FUCK UP, ya cunt! All of you don't have the guts to go toe-to-toe with Spider-Man! NONE OF YA!"
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The Scorpion, or Mac MacDonald Gargan, wrapped his tail at a nearby Scientist while Jameson, Robbie and Betty eyed in horror as Gargan loomed over them with an impressive height of 6'1…
"I'm now calling the FUCKING shots! I've done a lot of shit to get by…Shit you eggheads and pussymen in suits wouldn't do. Gettin' ya hands dirty. Got paid in half! Paid only half of my problems. Cracking skulls, busting down on sweatshops and stores, cashing in dirty money and escorting boards from fucking Lil China and Iltay in this fuckin' city. Deadbeat debt collector…and I will NOT be pushed down again by the likes of YOU FUCKERS!"
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With blinded rage, Gargan slammed one Scientist down on the desk, slamming Robbie who pushed both Jameson and Betty to safety away from the tail-attack, while a young bloody and battered Spider-Man waking up on the rooftop, hearing the sounds of enraged Gargan. The young Spider-Man, 17 year old Peter Parker, wrapping his wound at his stomach with webs. Shaking his head after being poisoned by three tail attacks. Mostly at his sides to the back, still having a puncture wound that slowly healed. Clutching his side while balling a fist before jumping off the rooftop towards the window, landing a fist down on the Scorpion's head. Then a knee-kick on the stomach. Then a heavy headbutt, aiming at Gargan's nose who now staggered back, as Peter, in his bloody Spider-Man suit stood in front of Jameson, Robbie and Betty with a few more people.
While normally Peter would've held back as much as he could, the case with Scorpion or Gargan was different. Any light-punch he normally used on thugs didn't affect much towards Mac Gargan, who simply shrugged them off while delivering devastating blows as Gargan absorbed punches and webs by Spider-Man. Simply put, Gargan was more durable than any other enemy Peter had fought.
Now Gargan, eyes red with rage with bloodlust as he simply licks the blood of his nose with a smirk, then the two clashed through the wall, leaving the Daily Bugle, battling in the air before colliding towards a bus. The fight lasted over 24 hours as power meta-humans fought, blood and battle-cries, yet even with the fight happening, Peter kept each civilian out of harm's way, taking light-acid hits on his arm or back or with a web-shield. Swinging each passing by New Yorker, taking them away from the battle as Mac Gargan kept in pursuit.
Only after knowing Gargan's weakness he tried to hide the discomfort by his tail he kept using to hit with acid being an doublade sword as the more Peter punched. Kicked. Even slamming Gargan's body with his own tail, kept the larger man at bay. Till evenly both meta-humans fall after a long-bloody battle in a broken-warehouse, as the then-late Captain Geogre Stacey took Spider-Man, or Peter towards a hospital while Gargan went to Rykers of the time. Guarded and locked in a heavy jail cell. Holding his whole with the tail anchored in his spine with body and while his limbs were out. Keeping Gargan in place, away from the public.
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The silence in the room was deafening. At best, most of the scientists watch Gargan through the window. One side of a reflection, the other being watched by them in safety. Currently Gargan laid on the table, tail still coded in his spine, full-darker green suit with metallic silver on the torso to arms. The bottom jaw was replaced with a full shiny alloy metallic chrome silver, sharpened teeth. To balance his upper jaw with the lower jaw, a mask covering half was created, without his upper gums being penetrated or harmed. Gargan laid on the bed with bindings strapped on each limb, including his tail. Slowly opening his eyes, flickering from the sight of the light blaring upwards.
Of course the room was brightly-light with the floor, wall, ceiling being only plain white. The exception being himself with the gun-metal color table "bed" he lies on. With his barings getting back to him, the release of his bindings were off. A steam coming off by each limb. Arms. Legs. Full torso. Then his head. The back of his tail released. Gargan moaned as needlings plugged inside his back and tail was finally released. Cracking his neck to his hands. Feeling…better. Much better of course. Despite the metal jaw being placed, he cracks a smirk. Feeling now he's been released under their care of these people.
From the other side of the window as many scientists, including Doctor Richter, took notes. Observe. Speculated. As Gargan stretches his body and back, Richter records his thoughts on a recorder, his assistant montiers the vitals of Gargan's body, along with the suit readings. "Test Subject, by the vitals to a clear witness at this time, is in peak healthy condition. No complications nor hindrance at this time. Of course the Test Subject is getting used to his replaced bottom jaw, yet can still make movements under it."
As the Scientist on the other side voiced their various opinions on Gargan, he sat on the metal-"bed" while they spoke. Yet the way Gargan sat on it. Directly looking at them while they spoke, caught most of their attention. Hands together while Gargan stares, still a smirk plastered on his face, or mask if you will. Richter took note, calling on the obvious observation, "It would seem the Test Subject is fully aware now. While the window is a two-way mirror, the Test Subject is, again, aware we're on the other side. As he sits. With a smile. We, including me, are unaware of its intent. Being held captive for…two and half years under-"
That broke all of Gargan's calmness before hearing the mention of "Two and half years" as now, in a full-blinded rage, picked up the metal-"bed" in full strength. By the experiment to suit what he's currently wearing. Throwing the metal object at the window, which didn't break but a crack. Yet the action caused several of the scientists taken aback while Richter kept a neutral stance, unfazed, yet annoyed at the reaction. Gargan launches himself forward at the window, despite it being cracked. It didn't break nor was it deep, just a surface scratch. Gargan punches and punches. Using his tail as he smacks it back and forth, headbutting his helmet-mask…
"Sons-Of-Bitches! All of ya! Keeping me LOCKED in here?! TWO fuckin' years?! What the fuck?! Shouldn've fuckin' killed me when ya had a chance! Now…imma fuck you, those big titted BITCHES in the back, make that little boy my bitch! YA HEAR ME?!" Gargan again, slammed his fists over and over. Then Gargan came too close to the window, "I can see all of you cocksuckers. All of you…hehehehehe…"
Doctor Richters scoffs with a sigh, "Of course…As expected, the Test Subject reacted violently at the news of his care with us. Throwing a tantrum. Throwing the bed at us. Punching. Attacking with his tail. Voicing threats loudly and broadly. However it does confirm something. His senses are now being fully active. A bit…too active now. Now, by the readings his natural senses are now enhanced. By the idea of "seeing" us. It confirms his vision, able to see through the two-way mirror. Even now…" Richter and Gargan glare at each other. Gargan makes a slit throat gesture towards Richter, who nodded while retaining a neutral expression, "...he can clearly hear us. Mostly hear us from the beginning. So, yes. All of the serum has given his senses at a true peak level. Along with the suit making him stronger than ever. Durable as ever too. Added height. Making him now 7'4 tall in height. Now to see what else he could do." Doctor Richter stops the recorder as then eight guards in heavy-combat riot gear stepped in with M4's with a shotgun attachment.
"On the ground now! We won't ask again! Hands in the-"
Gargan in a swift move grabbed the Guard's throat, slamming the Guard to the wall while ripping it out with sharp fingernail gloves. Sensing someone ready to fire behind his back, Gargan's tail whipped the gun off the second Guard. Using the blade at the end of the tail to pierce through the armor, stabbing the Guard's heart pin-point accuracy. The Third Guard shot Gargan at close range with the M4-attached shotgun, yet it was pointless as Gargan simply backhanded the Third Guard away. The Fourth and Fifth Guards attempted to hold him in place, Gargan chuckled at the pitiful attempt. Humoring them, mocking them as the Sixth Guard kept blasting at the tail and Gargan himself. Getting tired of it, Gargan grabs both of their heads, slamming them both on the ground over and over. Over and over, the Sixth Guard jumped on top of him, trying to initiate a chokehold position, yet the mask to the neck was too broad for it. Before and unbeknownst to the Gurand even Gargan himself, spikes came out. Piercing the Guard, blood spilling out.
All of the Scientists gasped in horror. Others held on to each other for comfort and security. Some vomited at the sight of now the gore of the Fourth and Fifth Guards brain matter coming off Gargan's hands as he cackled. The Seventh Guard used a taser on Gargan's tail while the Eighth final Guard shot Gargan's mask. To which no effect at all. Gargan punches the Eight Guard away while Gargan grabs the Seventh Guard's neck, again, slicing it through despite being the top-of-the line Heavy-Combat Riot gear. The Eight Guard tried to retreat but was pounced by Gargan's quick agility, despite the towering height and size of a man like Gargan, leaped on top of him. Gargan with the Eighth Guard in the palm of his right hand, slammed the Guard's face to the window. Showing the bloody mess. The Eighth Guard plea for mercy, begging. Gargan simply punches him. Again. And again. Once more again. Five punches in a row. With a headbutt. The Guard's face filled with blood, teeth knocked out. Half of the face caved in. Then with everyone watching, Gargan ripped the Eighth Guard in half, tossing him to the side. Gargan, his suit, tail, helmet-mask filled with blood as again, he smiles at the carnage he caused.
Gargan placed a hand on the window, bloodied. Tilting his head, "So…did I impress all of you? Even you, Doctor? C'mon. You liked it, didnt'cha?! Did you?! DID YA?! SAY SOMETHING ASSHOLE-!"
Doctor Richter pulled out a device, pressing the button. Gargan immediately fell to the ground. Feeling electricity goes through his body, mostly to his spine, in a stabbing manner. Then his head ringing in a high volume frequency, making him roll over. Screaming. Feeling the blood in his body moving, pitching, something moving inside his head. Howling as loud he could. Richter coldly stared down at Gargan. Unimpressed. "Finally. Quiet. You should try it. Sometimes being quiet is quite better than being loud. Sure, , you may be better. Feel better. Even greater than ever before. However…you are mine. Or rather, you belong to us. For this company who took you in. However, if you act like this. Swearing 24/7. Threatening the staff. You'll be punished. Like right now. Yet, I must ask…How does it feel? One point billion tiny-microbots eating your bloodstream to your bones. Powerful electricity striking down your spine? A worm violating your brain and head. Keeping your fierce individuality in our control? Submissive for the first time? For a towering man…you fall quite easily. Shame."
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGggggggHHHHHHHHghHhgh! S-S-Stop…Stop…S-S-S-Stopp…STOP IT! I…I'll…I'll…G-GET YOU FOR T-T-T-THIS…Thissssssssssss…AGHHGHHHHHHHHHH…!"
"No. I don't think I will. That's not how it works. You'll be punished." Richter turned the button to right, increasing the effects of what was happening in Gargan's body as now again, Gargan yelled even louder. Then Richter turned to the window, flipping a button to the side. Shutting the other side of the window of Gargan to silence. Making Gargan yell by himself while they don't hear it anymore. Richter turned to the Scientists, who of course looked shocked. Frightened. Concerned. Even one question was this humane.
Richter scoffs. "Shut the hell up. He's a thug. And a debt collector before all of this. Deadbeat man with no purpose or self control. He's a wild-animal. Fitting for him, and that's all he's ever and will ever be. He didn't give a shit about the victims or the crimes he caused. Willing to kill in order for him to live. Thought about that? He's a Gambler. Cheater. Brutalized several women. Questioning is this "Humane" for a crook like him is absurd. We already did many inhumane experiments then and now. What's the issue now with him? Haven't all of you reap the benefits of working for this company?!" Richter scolded. All went silent. Some looked down in shame. Shaking their heads. Turned their heads away. "As I expected. Your silence answered it all. All of you are dismissed."
One by one all left through the door, in a haste. As all left the room. Richter turned back to Gargan, again screaming. Running towards each side of the wall of the still bloodied room. Still having the effects happening through his body. Rolling over. Slamming himself to the wall. Richter rolled his eyes as he pulled a tablet. Tapping the body of Gargan, specifically at his brain neurochip. Tapping the icon, Gargan then ceases his movements in an instant. Standing still. Expression off of Gargan. Blank-stare face. Richter wickedly smiled at the effectiveness of the chip. Then now going towards implant second tab, Richter placed on memories of Spider-Man's encounter, setting up a story to capture Spider-Man. Moverover, fighting Spider-Man to see combat effectiveness to more tricks from the chip of which Richter can control from within. A personal joystick to turn on or off. Seeing how well it works, Richter turned the bottom off.
Allowing the controlled-punishment off for now. Setting where to go, something caused Spider-Man's attention. As then Gargan made his way towards the door, still completely in control by Richter. As Gargan calmly walked, Richter phoned Desmond, "Sir. Turn on your CCTV. The Test Subject is heading somewhere. And sir, it's going to be an amazing show." Desmond didn't respond but simply watched Gargan in his office on CCTV while a maid brought him a drink, as he saw Gargan now on four legs moving towards Manhattan. Moving at 200 miles per hour. Fastest Gargan's ever been on his four legs. That was then now as Gargan, under the control of Richter, caused destruction. Ripping through vehicles.
Slamming his fists on trucks, taxis, NYPD cars. Throwing some to the river, others in shops. One at an apartment. Slashing. Stabbing civilians. Pouncing through NYPD Officers who tried to shoot the mad-larger beast, who was quicker than they imagined. Even terrifying to see from their POVs. A large beast coming at you, nothing stopping it's way. That was stopped as Gargan felt a presence of a certain someone coming. Flames from a truck Gargan saw as he hopped through in, walking to see who was coming to stop him.
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In New York: East Village
Time: 1:45 PM
…Gargan stares at Spider-Man, Peter, while coming out of the flames. Peter crouched on top of a truck. Gazing down Gargan. From afar both Richter in the lab on the screen and Desmond watching on CCTV in his office, see both metahumans staring down as NYPD, NYFD to helicopters came on the scene.
Gargan kept being silent as Peter, while ready for the fight, was taken aback by the appearance of Gargan or the Scorpion. Being taller and even more muscular, all in a larger armor suit with a much more dark green color with alloy-metallic silver on his arms and torso and now…his jaw being shiny alloy metallic chrome silver again, sharp. Razor sharp. Gargan got to a pounce stance as NYPD Officers got the civilians out of the way while Peter nodded a few to get behind him. As then Peter jumped down, getting down to a fighter stance himself. Yet, Peter's senses were skyrocketing. At the sight, yup, Gargan truly was more scorpion like now. 'Good…God…I…I am at a loss of words here. Not only looking more vicious as ever, but larger. VERY larger than before. Both in height and size. More muscle. Full of armor. Even his tail got some armor covering. Damn! I don't if my Web-Shock can get through. Or EMP. That is if-'
Peter stopped his thoughts as he barely dodged from Gargan's sudden pounce attack. Peter, through his instincts, allows that to happen. Then Peter back flipped away from Gargan's tail attack. Then another. Shooting webs at Gargan, one at his face, yet Gargan slash it mid through. Again. And again, Peter quickly shot more and more. Yet, Gargan slashed each fired webs from Peter, in swift movements. Predicting where each would hit. Peter shot two webs behind, Web-Retreating as he called away for the moment. Thinking of a plan, yet now Gargan shot acid through his tail. Wonderful. Peter dodged each acid shot, rolling down on the ground as Peter punched the helmet-mask, then another hook to the left. The impact from those punches that Gargan did felt, yet, unfazed while Peter again backflip away.
'Shit…his armor is harder as expected. Meaning…I may have to let go or not hold back. Just can't One-Punch. Leaving a bloody mess, but I can't let him harm anyone. Gotta-'
BOOM!
Peter was flown back by a sudden explosion, being thrown towards a store. Feeling his back, mostly the suit, being ripped open. Now his Spidey-Senses being hyper overdrive, once it's like that…it hinders him. Or be his greater weakness. Then an all-too familiar laughter occurred up away, then Peter saw a pumpkin boom at his side. Taking the bomb away, throwing it back. The laughter stopped after it exploded. Using an UI to see who it was, seeing a figure flying, Peter stopped for the moment. "N-No…No…NO!" Peter shot two webbing, sling shooting himself at the Hobgoblin. Grabbing his neck, throwing him down on the ground. Hobgoblin quickly recovered while shooting electoral blots at Peter, who dodged mid-air, then air-kicked Hobgoblin in a swing. Then Gargan leaped towards Peter, grabbing Peter's neck.
Feeling the tight-grip strength, Peter hastily turned a button on, hidden in his gloves, giving an electric shock of his own. Used two fingers to hit Gargan's eyes, shocking him off of Peter, but until he was hit by Gargan's tail, slamming him to an NYPD car. Groaning as two of his villains were in the street.
Hobgoblin's roaring-laughter echoed through, while Gargan simply stood up. Peter gets up off the car, ready to shoot more webbing before a whip wraps around his neck, he didn't respond in time by the hyper activeness of his senses, as then Peter was pulled down with such harsh force down to the street. Peter saw the Taskmaster coming, cape waving, whip on his left to a gun on his right hand.
Taskmaster began to shoot, yet Peter finally listened to his Spidey-Senses, dodging left and right. Up and down. Zigzagging, flipping over Taskmaster who did duck down for kick, but didn't catch roundhouse kick by Peter, followed by a twist-backhanded, then uppercut, but Taskmaster countered with one of his own then a smoke bomb to the face. Blindly Peter before kicking him away, to the Hobgoblin grabbing Peter's shoulders to throw him towards the fiery truck but Peter made a Web-Shield, blocking the flames away.
Gargan now took his to shoot Acid at all the three enemies at once, Taskmaster used his shield to block the acid, while Hobgoblin got back on his gilder, flying away in the air, then Peter swinging while shooting webs at all three of them. Four metahumans in East Central. Fearing the worst, Peter shot a webbing towards Hobgoblin, who quickly turned and grabbed them but only for Peter to pull himself towards Hobgoblin. Grabbing him in a chokehold, punching Hobgoblin's side then elbowing him. Then punching his nose, Hobgoblin shrieked in pain, before Peter shot a stronger webbing variant at his gilder to the ground, forcing it to land. Yet, this made the Hobgoblin, on the ground, to pull out razor-sharp bat blades. Throwing at Peter who dodged them, while doing the same to Scorpion's attack using his fists, sharp-fingernails slashes, then Taskmaster hitting Scorpion to Peter with his sword.
Yet, now with Taskmaster, using smoke to blind both of them. Scorpion used his tail to hit Taskmaster away, however he countered it as he flipped over him. Throwing his shield at Scorpion's head. Peter double kicks Scorpion then quickly strikes him with a fury of punches. Peter blocked Taskmaster's upper attacks, but quickly failed to block his kicks, as he hit Peter at his stomach to the face, then a back kick to his head, while the Hobgoblin tackle him to the ground, punching to then even slash Peter's torso with the bat-knife, Peter headbutt Hobgoblin's nose again, then at his side-cheek.
Yet, Hobgoblin grabbed Peter's leg, hurling him away far while Taskmaster kicked him to then Scorpion slashing at Peter's back side then wrapped his tail around Peter's body, slamming him on the ground. Then again. And again. Then like Hobgoblin, launching him back on the ground harshly.
Peter, lifting his mask down, spitting blood. Feeling his back bloodied. Saw three of his enemies looking at them at each other to now Scorpion. Hobgoblin with a broken needing noose still smirks to licking the blood, Taskmaster eyeing on Scorpion, mostly at the towering size, to now Scorpion eyeing all three of them with such extreme gaze of bloodlust. Richter looks at the scene with an energetic look, grinning largely at the show, throwing his fists in the air while Desmond back in his office was amused, yet kept a blank-stare as he watched all four meta humans staring down. Pleased at Scorpion, or Gargan's ability to keep up with the likes of his Watchmen to Spider-Man, or Peter.
Now back at Peter, who got back on fight-stance, other than feeling his wounds, mostly at his back dripping with blood yet still pressed on. '1 v 3. Ha! Didn't stop with a full 6 of them. Well…okay yeah they did. Twice. Six. More? A-Anyway…I gotta stop this. Or at least keep them at me and me only.' Peter took the time to see behind, seeing how much more civilians were running away. NYPD Officers backing off while escorting them out. 'Good. Let's see how these bastards handle me!'
"Alright, guys…We're doing this? 3 against 1? A bit unfair don't you think?"
"HAHAHA! That's the fun part, Spidey~ Keeping you on your pretty feet, keeping you moving while trying to kill you! But for me...and you...I'll make it slow."
Taskmaster shrugs, "To you it's unfair…but it ain't personal. Just doing business."
"Trying to kill me…for money? Attacking my city?! Yeah, sorry Tasky…it is personal!"
Quickly shooting a large web at them, all three quickly moved away, but allow Peter to shot three webs at Hobgoblin's legs and mouth, side-kicking him away, Taskmaster ready to throw another smoke bomb, Peter used a Web-Hammer to knock it off his hand then hitting a Web-Bullets at Taskmaster. Making him use a shield yet leaving his legs vulnerable, as Peter went under him, kicking at his ribs, Taskmaster blocked an uppercut, yet Peter headbutted his mask, then threw right-left hook on his stomach, then landing both fists down on Taskmaster head, Peter did get slashed by one of Hobgoblin's razor-bat, Peter groans, "Oh my God! You're really are a knockoff! Be original!"
Hobgoblin's right eye twitch then ripped through the webs completely, while Scorpion charged through. Quickly Peter kicked Taskmaster away who rolled over the ground, going for cover. Hobgoblin threw more bombs to sharp bats at Peter. Taking this Scorpion leaped towards Hobgoblin who stood his ground, yet the size of the beast overpower him, pummeling the Goblin. Then slamming him to the ground. Taskmaster shot Scorpion's back over and over, while it didn't affect him it further annoyed him. Hobgoblin used an electric bolt at Scorpion's suit, which didn't faze. Scorpion began to crash Hobgoblin's neck, as Peter shot a heavy-set of webbing, wrapping Scorpion.
Dragging him away from the Hobgoblin. Taskmaster then turned to aim now at Peter, dragging Scorpion, that was then he was hit from the behind at the side of his head. Taskmaster felt his mask got cracked, side head bleeding. Yet, he couldn't find the source. Using the smoke bomb again to cover his track. Back with Peter still moving Scorpion away, to then fully slamming Scorpion down on the street. Face first.
Peter then got hit by not only the tail hitting at his side, the poison hitting but now getting hit by a pumpkin bomb by the Hobgoblin who yelled "Bullseye!" The impact sent Peter towards a stand, landing again at his back. Vision blurry. Battered. Bloodied. Head ringing from both his senses to explosion. "D-Dammit…This…This is…so uncool. H-Hey, guys! Can we like…take 5? Maybe 10 minute-"
Peter didn't get a chance to speak as Scorpion came, grabbed Peter's neck. Holding him up in the air with one arm. Then began to pummel Peter's stomach, ribs, then face. Cracking one of his mask lenses. Peter with one up, pulled down a ceiling light fan at Scorpion, no effect. Then Peter, full of his strength pulled Scorpion's hand off his neck, then landed a powerful-kick at Scorpion's crotch to a palm strike at his stomach, making Scorpion go out of the destroyed store. Groaning from the pain while Peter tries to get up, but this…special poison was wearing him down in his system. Shaking his head. Holding his head. Tapping his head. 'C-C'mon…C'mon! Not…Not…N-Not, Parker…'
Back at Richter, who as his eyebrows twitched as seeing the readings of Gargan's seeing his pain reader. Seeing red at the crotch area to the stomach. Desmond on his desk, blank-face, notice the hidden strength from Peter, or Spider-Man. 'Intriguing. How powerful is he truly? A perfect palm strike at Gargan's stomach. Punching him away despite him weighing over 1 Tons of pounds. Hmmmm…'
Back in where Peter felt his body fighting off the poison, yet it felt more slow while now Scorpion got back. Peter tried to dodge each strike, both Scorpion's attack to Hobgoblin's throwing his bombs. Only for the Scorpion's tail to wrap around Peter's neck again. Slamming him in a car to sling him away far. Landing on the side of a destroyed truck. Hobgoblin wanted to throw a bomb at Peter, but only Scorpion to hold his right arm completely, tossing him to the side. Slamming his tail on his body over and over. Till Hobgoblin spat out blood. Yet, Hobgoblin hop back on his glider. Not finding Taskmaster anyway. Seeing he might have retreated. Knowing that Gargan, the Scorpion wasn't going anywhere or leaving. Hell, fighting him was simply out of the question, even with the standard gear of explosives, batarangs of an old gear. Feeling he won't win against both the Scorpion and Spider-Man, or Peter.
Retreating from the battle, being a cowardly way for him, was a wise choice for now. Flying away on his glider while looking down on the battered Spider-Man getting back up, "This isn't over, bug! I'll be back! You hear me?! Do you hear me?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Good luck with that mindless giant!"
Peter could only just shake his head, groaning, "That is o-one…peculiar character. God…" Peter sees Scorpion walking towards him. Still silent as ever. Now his wounds were sitting in as he felt his sides bleeding. Not a deadly or fatal wound, yet a flesh wound. Peter blasted more webbing at Scorpion, who simply slashed and dodged, showing his speed. Peter's senses blared once more, yet slowly reacted in time as the Scorpion tail trip over Peter. Scorpion kicked Peter towards a building once again. "Okay…Felt that one." Scorpion crashes through the wall, Peter uses both his legs to kick Scorpion away. Landing on his broad shoulders to punch Scorpion's head over and over. Landing his critical strike at Scorpion's lens. Damaging the lens, not the eye. What Peter didn't take into account was he quickly felt spikes at his feet, in which Peter leaped off. Yet, used two webs to smack Scorpion's head with both legs, knocking him down on the ground face first, as Peter web-retreated away.
That only solved the problem temporarily as the Scorpion once again, quickly recovered then jumped towards him. Making both come crashing out the wall, Scorpion gripped Peter's left arm, then punched him. Then again, before backhanding Peter away. Then mid air, used his tail to wrap Peter's neck, smacking him to the ground. Then to a ruined truck. Then swinging him away again. Once again, Scorpion body slammed Peter down on a car.
Richter grins as he listens to Peter's struggle and pain. Scorpion slashing. Punching. Richter sees all vital greens towards the tablet, keeping his behavior controlled as possible. 'Finally…a worthy test. Results. Allowing Gargan to pummel that punk in tights calm and collected with the chip was a perfect move to do. Thank God…Now he's winning.' Richter thought to himself as he saw Gargan simply tossed Peter down on the ground. As usual, half of Peter's suit was ruined.
Peter groans from the wounds he received. Gazing at his suit now, both his torso and back side being shredded to hell. Coughing from up…blood. Peter analyzed the blood with his lenses, displaying what was the poison. As Scorpion slowly walked towards Peter as he crawled away sluggishly. Seeing now the "poison" was tiny-microbots. Eating his blood away at micro level rate. Killing him on the inside. Peter sighs with frustrated huff, 'G-Great…poisonous microbots! Where…Where have I fought that the last time…I…I can…I know how to c-counter this. But I'm far away from my lab…and…hurt…' Vision being blurry as the fight kept going. What Peter noticed as staring Gargan from the lenses…the same microbots were inside himself. Just more than Peter in his bloodstream. 'G-Gargan! Gargan himself is infected! B-But…is it killing him? No. It's not. But-!'
Scorpion hoisted Peter up in the air again with both hands. Peter defensively placed both hands on Gargan's wrist, attempting to pry off his grip without breaking Gargan's wrists. Now, after all of the battle, Gargan speaks…
"Tell me, Spider-Man. Where's Peter Parker?"
"W…What?! I…Aghk! Why…Why do you need him?! Didn't you-!" Gargan tightly squeezed Peter's neck.
"I won't ask again, Menace. Tell me!" Gargan ordered, being more monotone than being a blinded-raged monster he was before. More calm, focused. Peter was taken aback at the change of mood.
"L-Look…Me and Parker kid don't talk anymore…! I don't know where he is…where he is!"
"You're lying. Tell me now and I'll make it quick. Snap your neck in two. Rip your throat with my fingers with ease. Rip you in half. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me."
"...I…Look…Gargan…I know I pissed you off by punching your…jaw. It…It was my fault going that far. You're still a criminal…but I didn't mean to punch you that hard. Who…Whoever is doing this…is playing you!"
"I don't care about that. Not anymore nor ever will again. Since you're not willing to give Parker's location. It's time you die. However, I'll pull that mask off and see who I kill. Maybe now everyone in New York will know the hero who failed them here at this spot."
"...Grrrr…Guhg! Do your worst bastard…!"
Gargan began to pull Peter's mask off, while Peter switched his web-cartridge to a sonic-boom as a last attempt to escape. While the lower half of Peter's face shown as Gargan ready to rip it off-
"Oh my~ You boys do love to play rough. Look at this mess here. Am I right, Spidey?"
"...huh?"
"What?"
SLICE!
Gargan felt a blade stick through his body. Slicing through the impenetrable suit he's wearing. Seeing the blade in the front. While Gargan saw it, the same went for Richter and Desmond. Richter was taken aback at the moment while Desmond glued his eyes on the screen, finally something gaining his full attention. Peter, seizing the opportunity to jump off Gargan's grip. Then used a web-sonic boom. Launching Gargan away, the impact held an effect for Gargan's ears to erupt. Ringing. Spider-Man, Peter, landed on his feet. Clutching his stomach, the effect of the micro nanobots still in his bloodstream. Yet, his vision was clear for the moment. Feeling his body fighting off as best it could.
But for Peter, surprises kept coming as now he saw the one he was looking for a month or two. The one of that night. She came up towards him. Displaying herself in a long pink kimono maxi dress. The sleeves have flowers and wave symbols. Walking around barefoot with one being bandaged. Of course showing a generous amount of cleavage, the size of dress able to show off her perfect-fit curvy slender hourglass body, her F-Cup breasts. Geez. One side of her dress showing her long beautiful leg, skin being pale-yet-healthy, then seeing her face once more…
Hair again, in that shine of platinum blonde hair. Neck-length blunt bob hairstyle. Four eyes with long eyelashes, luscious pink natural plump lips, her showing off her smirk. Her eyes are bright magenta. Peter slowly rose up, yet the pain hit him good again in his stomach, still he presses on as he does holding his stomach while he and her stare. Peter towering over her at only 3 inches taller than her, she stands at 5'8. This was the time…or if the time they had if Gargan, Scorpion still raged on. Peter only sighs while she rolled her eyes before side-eyeing Gargan getting back. Then she turned back to Scorpion, pointing at him with her thumb, showing off her long-sharp nails, "Someone you know?"
"Hahaha. Yeah. Too well. You can see how much fun we're having. Him and the other cronies I just fought off."
"Oh yeah. One guy in a mask in all white and blue. The other is a knockoff. Geez that's sad." Both of them chuckle at Hobgoblin's unoriginality.
"D-Don't…hehe, don't need to remind me twice." Peter ached while chuckling. Still gripping his stomach.
She took notice of this, "Are you alright? You're bleeding. And hurting…" She rubs his shoulder and right arm for comfort. Peter took notice of how soft her skin was feeling through his suit, although feeling her sharp nail. "...even your blood smells…different."
'Okay…can't lie…she looks…beautiful and intimidating at the same time. Literally the embodiment of Deadly Beauty Bombshell. Even the scars give her the edge.'
"Aww…thank you! The scars do tell a thousand stories, you know."
'Did I say that out loud?' "D-Did I say that out loud?"
"Uh-Huh!"
"O-Oh yeah…mind reading. Nice…(*Cough*) Nice power."
"Flatter. You're not so bad yourself." She caresses his right arm. Feeling the muscle of Peter's arm and wrist, giving a light message while tilting her head at the left side, again Gargan simply stares at the both of them in awe, oh well, mostly the likes of Richter and Desmond staring at the sight of the mysterious woman by Spider-Man's side. Ritcher being the most baffled at the sight of her. Most in fear of another meta human that could…could be an ally to Spider-Man. While Desmond kept being more neutral yet the sight of her…did gain a reaction. A sight of…fascination. The sight of the woman. Four eyes.
"Well…This is interesting. I must say…the Doctor and Spider-Man truly gained my attention after all. Gargan did give a tussle of a fight. (*Chuckling, while leaning back*) Do keep me entertained, everyone."
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TO BE CONTINUED!
IN: One Sensational SPIDER-MAN!
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All I got to say is…L excuses for me…It's…literally been a month of not updating. No progress for an…Ao3 work I promised…Procrastination. Burnout. And of course…life can be a pain-in-the-ass to deal with. Literally. It's one thing to be creative, but one thing of actively being creative without being bored quickly. And I will admit, the ending was...short than I expected. I did wrote half and edited about four times, rewritting it completely back in November...until life events happened. And...once again BURNOUT everyone.
FUCK!
All I have to say is…my bad. And I'm sorry to break my promises…but DON'T WORRY everyone! This series is STILL going and happening. Life did got in the way, both at work and…all of November and now the coming new year of 2025.
fuck…
Anyway…Thank you guys for your patience and time! And the next issue…I'll be sure to throw in some…sneak peeks
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehheheheheehe…
Anyway…Again, thank you guys! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and of course…HAPPY NEW YEAR!
2025 BABY!
(yes, I am aware it's STILL December, I'm just saying now IF I don't update nor make another issue. I do write slowly and work irl.)
Once again...Thank you everyone. Please leave a review, thoughts or even suggestions. Anything to help with this series and more to come.
AGAIN...WAIT FOR A SNEAK PEEK
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
Anyway...bye yall!