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Issue 7: Force Upon Thee
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In Arizona: Faraday Lane Tops
Time: 12:05 AM (Midnight)
"Yes, yes, yes…I know. I know I should have called…but…you remember how he used to be. When on the job and off the job. Getting hammered. Knocking up some piece of trashy bimbo bitch on the street…beating me up when he was angry…taking my phone and smashing it. I wake up in sweat and wonder if…if he had shown up…"
"Shelly, stop that. And don't worry about it anymore. I am not the one to celebrate someone's death, but be glad he's out of this world. This is finally your chance to start anew. Here, this what will do…We're going to hang out with everyone at a get-together-sleep party at your. Ease up your isolation and pain while just…talking."
"(*Chuckling*) You…You just really know how to talk with words? Thanks, Annie. Thank you."
"Isn't that what friends do? And in your case a victim of domestic abuse for years? I would rather drop dead than not speak to you even if someone paid me to. Because even if they did, I'll punch them in the face."
"HAHA! You said it! Yeah…I'll…No. We should do it. Have everyone spend the night here and just talk it out. I already have my lawyer to see if there is any inheritance or what Kayn left me…if he had cared…I'll pray what my lawyers will dig up for the company. If anything really…I haven't got a call from them."
"That's…weird. No, fuck it, that's fucking unfair! I mean, like, c'mon. Even if you were his wife, half of the company was your idea! Why haven't they done anything yet? Especially calling you! Tch! Always men in power not giving a shit about women. Typical."
"Well all I know from my lawyer was to wait on the firm to dig up what I inherited. Or at least, what I own by Kayn's company. Stocks or shares…Again, this stuff takes time and patience and-"
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
"...huh?" Shelly turned her head around her kitchen area to see at the front door. "H-Hold on, Annie…Someone just knocked on my door. I'll be…I'll be back."
"What do you mean someone knocking on the door? Wait-!" Shelly ends the call on the phone while placing her phone on the kitchen counter. Making her way to a nearby drawer, taking out a handgun. A Makarov Pistol now in her hands as Shelly slowly walked towards her front door. Using her phone with a Ring camera app to see through the door without opening. All she could only see was darkness. Shelly closes the app, resting it about three times and still was black. Cursing at herself with a light stomp on the ground. With her fine amount of courage with her, she uses the peephole on her door to see outside.
From her eyeview she noticed the usual of what was outside her lawn. Her light on her front porch was bright. A few passing cars. Streetlights. Aside from it being dark. Grimmly dark to see. It was…typical time of night.
Just the only problem on Shelly's mind was, who is knocking at this hour? Late this hour?
Of course the thought of a stalker crossed her mind ever since leaving New York. Yet, one part of her mind denies it outright. Shelly kept herself not as engaging online nor made herself to be another state for Kayn's "friends" to track her down and bring her back to New York.
Hell, no call from…them. However, the thoughts always stayed in her head for years after leaving.
"Oh God…Oh God…Oh God please...please don't…" Shelly made her way back to the living room, moving towards the sliding door. Using the curtains to cover the glass-sliding door completely. Then over each window from the living room to the kitchen. Shutting off the lights with the lamp remaining on. The pistol is still in hand while now rushing towards the counter to retrieve her phone. "...what?!"
The phone wasn't on the counter…
Instead was simply a piece of paper lying on the previous spot for her phone. Shelly moved in slowly. Her slender hands tighten her grip on the pistol. Moving in closer and closer. Closer. And closer…
The picture shows her late husband. Photo of Kayn…being dead on the scene of his murder. Eyes gouged out. Side of his head caved in. Broken nose. Jaw slashed. The brutality displayed on Kayn Wyatt's face.
Shelly vomited at the picture. Clutching her stomach. Despite seeing it once before, she puked it twice now. Sight of her bastard husband getting violently murdered would make her at ease, yet, held an opposite reaction. Shelly wiped her mouth yet now full of dread stitches in the air now. A deadly chill lashes onto her spine and her senses feeling that now someone had broken in.
Now the thought of her faint being similar to her late-husband coming for her. Tears ran down her cheeks, trembling all across her body to even her hands gripping tighter and tighter of her pistol. Panicking and her breathing increased more as the sense of dread intensified greatly.
It was now until Shelly bumped into something…something she couldn't have seen nor predicted before a sharp objects penetrated her back. The feeling of fingers piercing her back, twisting in deeply with force. Of course her instinct was to scream, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. Again, the feeling of sharp fingernails clutching at her mouth and cheek. She tried to fire her gun, yet the mysterious attacker quickly snapped her left wrist, dropping the gun and kicked it away into the dark living room.
Now disarmed to being held against her will to now being thrown on the ground harshly. With more will, Shelly crawled on the second being on the ground, unfortunately the mysterious attacker simply grabbed her right leg. Then tossed her back in the living room. Being thrown back to the living room while landing on her coffee table on her back gained her to cry in pain.
Before long Shelly's neck was grabbed by the same hand with sharpened fingernails digging at her skin, to now begin to choke her out. Using both hands to pry off the hand around her neck simply couldn't do the trick nor even had an effect. All and the last thing Shelly could only see was yellow eyes and a huge uncanny smile on its shadow face as her vision began to blur. Or really the attacker rips off a chunk of skin and meat of her neck. Making now the widowed-late-wife to Kayn Wyatt now dead on the floor of her living.
Before long the attacker laughs at the now dead Shelly Fink Wyatt, doing a dance over her corpse as her phone rings in the air of her best friend Annie calling her. While only not knowing Shelly is gone, the madman simply took the corpse and left the scene, not bothering to even clean the mess.
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In New York: Atomic Sapphira Productions
Time: 11:22 AM
"...Of course. Of course. Yes…We, me and my photographer and editor understand that, sir. We're simply and only just adjusting your color palette choices to give your logo a more pop or easy for the eyes to see ,me and my only head photographer have been through day and night editing, adjusting your company's logos and advertisements skits. Hell, we took the liberty of changing a few key pieces to make your company title and logos stand out in the public! I mean, really? A library renters?"
Molly turned her head as Peter held the door open as she brought in two large pizzas and sandwiches with a handful of sodas. Peter took the pizza boxes and sandwiches from Molly, assisting her while shes' on the phone. Molly smiled with a nod, "Thank you, Peter. Anyway…Yes…Yes, we understand that, sir…!"
Peter places the food on the table while Molly places the soda beside him as she storms off upstairs, phone in her ear with a serious glare. 'Yikes. It's that company again. I won't lie…I am still confused on what they're doing with their logo. I mean, from the bases it looks like a library renters. Something like old Blockbuster and Netflix before they do streaming now. But…it's a library. With books. Or comics. Manga. Things people read. I don't know if people want to rent books now over renting movies.'
Peter opened one pizza box. The first box held a pizza with extra pepperoni and sausage with mushrooms. Then the second pizza box had one side with cheese, then the other side had spinach and basil. A few dabs of black olives with ranch sauce spread all over. Peter smirks with a sparkle in his eyes while eyeing on the pizza with anticipation.
'Oh. My. God. This looks good. No. This looks amazing. So sensational. I hope it's that pizza joint I had saved the owner's daughter. That place makes pizza old-style italian handcrafted AND not the hidden-frozen crap? Molly's a GODSEND-GODDESS!' However, Peter waited for Molly to return before feasting on the pizzas. Peter took notice of the sandwich, in being a large sub with meatballs, ham, swiss cheese, onions with tomato sauce. 'This looks good. I'll wait and grab a the plates and cups.'
After placing a foam plate, along with foam cups onto the table with the food. Peter saw Molly coming back down from upstairs in a pair of sky-blue leggings, navy color strap heels with a turtleneck plum purple shirt. Molly pushed her hair away before making her way to the table where the food was. Immediately taking a plate for herself, getting 2 slices in one pizza box then the ranch-drenched pizza, grabbing 5 slices. "God…I'm starving."
"Oh I don't doubt about that, Mols. I would know." Peter took 3 slices from the first pizza box while grabbing another 3 slices from the all cheese side pizza. As Peter took one bite of his slice, Molly already ate 4 slices of her's. Peter chuckled at the sight of some sauce left behind on her cheek, not caring it was there nor not being bothered. "Hehe, hey, take it easy. When eating pizza, it's always best to savor every single bite of goodness."
Molly gave a hush up glare to stick her tongue out, "Bite me! Do you know how long I've been on the phone with our client? My God! All I'm trying to say is we're just adjusting the size of the logo for his library renter company. Why? Don't ask. And readjust the amount of colors they picked to make it more pleasing to look at than making it too…bright to then not be dull. I don't know who picked those colors! They just picked random-ass colors and just said, "Fuck it! This works!" "Yeah! It does!" Uh, no! It doesn't! And now he wants to pull out since we're taking too long or…"
Molly take another bite of her pizza, the one with ranch, again some of the sauce being on lip and cheek, "...or fucking up what he wanted. Tch. Like, buddy, piss off! Is what I wanted to say, y'know."
Peter finished his third pizza while nodding. Understanding where Molly is coming from. "I know. I can't lie…it was…random. Random coloring picking than trying to find a balance or not really having colors being able to compliment one another. I'm sure this is their first time with something like opening a business. Let's just take it easy." Peter voiced. Offering a sense of calmness to Molly's rant. She sighs before taking a napkin, wiping off sauce over her lips, mouth and cheeks.
"I know. I know…You make a fair point, Pete."
"Although, you're right…it is taking a while to do so. For something simple, this is kinda hard." Peter admitted before taking a sip of Sprite from his cup. Molly simply drank a bottle of water before cutting up a slice of the sandwich, offering Peter a slice, he declined while eating another slice of pizza. "Gotta say, you brought almost a whole meal."
"Me posing all day in the most suggestive and seductive poses and outfits while staring at the camera all day. Taking in private commissions or selling them to companies to magazines to then you taking photos of me, to editing, adjusting backgrounds, adding effects AND sending them all night on a computer? Yeah, we both have picked up an appetite. Unlike other photo companies, both of us can take breaks or leave early when needed or wanted." Molly took a good chunk of the sandwich while wiping the sauce off her mouth as she chewed while Peter nodded, taking a final bite of the pizza, yet ended up dropping one pepperoni and sauce on his pants.
Making him sigh (typical Parker Luck) while wiping it off, yet knowing what she's coming from. Then again…this is what they do everyday, pinup photos or editing commissions from companies or magazines.
"Oh, I'm not questioning that. And…I am happy about that. It sure as hell beats working for the Daily Bugle when I was about 15. Even if I needed time off to study back then, JJ grilled my ass and threatened to fire me before knowing I'm the only one to take pictures of Spider-Man. (*Sighs*) Good times."
"Y'know…looking at how you took pictures of Spider-Man over the years…really piqued my curiosity." Molly gazed at Peter while taking a bite of the sandwich, Peter stared back and noticed how she's staring at Peter, there was a level of intensity in the air as she squinted her eyes. "How did you truly take the pictures of Spider-Man at 15 years old? Over the years and now…He's quite fast. Agile. Strong. Big. Noble. Caring for the average New Yorker while being or bringing trouble to NYC. Especially battling those villains on rooftops, bridges, schools, police stations. Hell…even at a zoo once."
'Shit. I…I forgot to tell her how I…how I took photos of myself…Think.' "Well, I mean…it is not hard to see him in tights. And of course swinging in the air? Everyone, even me, saw Spider-Man every day of my life. And then on the news of a-any battle he faced and so I-"
"-and yet each battle he faced…you there at the scene? Heck, Pete…there are photos of Spider-Man being…way too close at the camera. Really close. So…how do you do it?" Molly tilted her down gazing in closer at Peter, her darker-brown eyes piercing his lighter-brown eyes.
'...Geez! W-Where…Where did this go?! Alright! Calm down and just…admit it.' "Alright. Alright, alright, alright." Peter held up both his hands, "Me and Spider-Man have used to…collaborate on times when I needed to take photos of him. Since…if you remember, my Uncle died and I needed an income to help pay our house with bills to help my Aunt. Yes…some battles if Spider-Man knew it would be good to take photos of him would be too great for me to handle or be at. So there were times he held onto my camera and took shots of himself. I did offer him money. But he declined. Every Time. And I'm not lying. I swear."
Molly remained silent. Peter gulped a bit while adjusting his shirt a bit. For a while of a silent-heavy staredown, Molly simply took a sip of her water while sitting back down on her chair. Peter sighs in relief but then Molly turns her eyes back on him. "Did…Did he knew about your situation?"
"I…I…No. I didn't really. I simply said I was a kid just doing work and school. But I'll admit, I guess he figured out my financial situations by how I tried to act cool-headed or a tough-face. I mean, by the papers many called him a menace when really, no. No he wasn't. I…I kinda wanted to stop taking photos of Spider-Man. Mostly out of how much the Daily Bugle or other newspapers slander his name all the time or downplay his service of helping New York." Peter finished shaking his head, both remembering how much he took photos of himself and enduring years, years of slander from Jameson.
"Ah…Sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, go off the rails. It's something I don't wanna talk about no more, y'know."
"It's okay, Peter. I don't mind. Might tell me any other story of you and the Web-slinger! But…thank you for being honest. I guess others don't or didn't really understand how much you went through growing up." Molly said. Her tone being soft and understanding. Sense of comfort than the…intense staredown.
"I…Yeah. Yeah. Thanks. A-Anyway…Thanks for the lunch! I should get on it with the logo being due. I was thinking of-"
"No need to, honey. Take your time. No need to rush nor try to rush to do what our client wants. If he wanted his logo to be perfected he's simply going to have to wait. Just like everyone else. And in the meantime…" Molly stands up, making her way towards Peter, swaying her hips left and right. Carrying on an alluring smile before leaning on Peter, "...Enjoy." She takes a piece of sausage and pepperoni off a slice of pizza, chewing the toppings with a soft moan as she walks up the stairs.
"...oh." Peter blinks at what just happened. Then it hit him as Peter rubs his face with a groan, 'Is she hitting on me? I swear this is what either Felica and…MJ used to do but more…more than them. Oh God…I feel like I'm in one of THOSE stories. Somehow! Gah! No, no, no, nononono…Relax. Relax. Don't need to act crazy. Or don't think crazy like Wade or Fred.'
Rubbing his neck while checking on the phone, no crimes being committed nor none is picking up. Peter figured it was now or never to actually finish than leaving abruptly. Finishing a few more slices of pizza and drinking as he cleans himself. Taking his leave upstairs to the editing room. Turning on the computer with the project coming back up as Peter begins adding a few more finishing touches, all the while having his earsets on, listening in for more crimes or waiting for a crime to happen while working at the same time.
Of course, and thankful, no crimes were committed near him or Midtown. Actually really…no crime at all hasn't been committed at all in the last two months. Occasionally speaking, not a lot. Most of the crimes Peter, in his Spider-Man suit, were robbery to stealing people's personal items to a few car-crashing. Not big ones like either a kidnapping, drug deals or murder to gangs popping each one out.
This was either a gift or a curse to what's going on. Fighting crime for 14 years and the old-Parker Luck adding in more trouble. This was…odd. Either bad or in a good way. That is why if anything falls, his Spider-Sense can fix it up or pinpoint the problem! Just barely at times.
"Hey, Pete."
"Yeah, Mols?"
"Mols? That's my nickname?" Molly grins while bringing Peter a water bottle, he accepts while she sits beside him, in a more comfortable long dress. Also looking at the work Peter had done on the computer. The color schemes are vibrant yet not too intense for the eyes, adjusting the size of the logo. Making it look almost similar to old pulp titles/logos of past movies or books. Molly, impressed and pleased, nodded at Peter's work, "Now that's a title! Or logo! Now there, at least it looks snappy-yet-welcoming of old classical books to hard-boiled pulp books they rent or sell."
Peter mindly blushed at the praise, "Thanks. I just took some references of old-school movie pulp-like titles or books on the internet. Take note of the color scheme our client wanted, yet still had an appeal to it."
"And it worked!" Molly added.
"Oh, yeah! Finally, after all this time. This worked. Although color me surprised…I'm generally amazed people still go to libraries and rent out books again. I thought online libraries were all the rage and still going strong." Peter admitted while Molly took note of the logo, though going in closer while Peter could see how much the dress really showed Molly's figure and ass. Of course Peter looked at his phone and away. No crimes nor active ones are out there. Molly went back to her seat before glancing towards Peter again. Now with a full smile of approval.
"Really out done yourself, honey. Keep this up and you'll be going to the big leagues."
"Technically…I am already at the big leagues in science, engineering, to now back in photography."
"...And yet here you are with me." Molly giggles while crossing her legs. Showing off how slender they were and being barefooted. One of her feet tapped on Peter's side-left leg, holding a seductive toothy-grin on her face. Of course the action made Peter clear his throat and adjust his shirt once again. Thoughts rained on his head on what to do. Blocking those…other thoughts that Wade begs to let go.
'Again…I either see the hints or I DON'T. God. I'm literally 27 years old acting like a 15 year old again! (*Groans*) I can't believe I'm gonna do…'
With full courage displayed on his face. Peter turned to Molly with a straight face with a little smile as she kept the same grin, waiting.
All Peter did was push her feet down on the ground a bit before speaking, "Hey, uh, Mols."
"Yes, Peter?" Molly cooed. Tone of her voice is soft and low while still audible. Hint of…arousal and interest of hearing what Peter wanted to say.
"...I was thinking about you and I, after sending this in with our client, hopefully now. Do…Do you want to hang out?" Molly drops the toothy-seducing look with a poker face. Straightening out her posture while looking at him…strangely. Then her grin grows wider as she moves in closer to him, showing off her modest view of her cleavage in the dress, again showing how big-yet-natural her breasts were and coming a tad closer at Peter with a flirtatious smirk.
"You're getting bold, aren't you Petey? Where?"
"At-"
"At your place? Skipping the usual dates, dinner and just straight with it?"
"...Well…No. I was thinking we should just sit in Central Park or this really awesome tech park coming to Manhattan. Just the both of…talking. Yeah. Talking about other subjects other than photography or…pinups. Since I am one with science, I figured I could go all out on nature or technology. Give you a rundown and of course seeing big-top-advancement the tech park could offer. I did know a few mentors or teachers who used to do research on animals in the past and actual nanotechnology. Hope they're alright for now or working back at ESU. And no. No funny business...that sort of thing. Just away from ASP studios. If you want. We don't have to and just focus on work." Peter offered with a genuine smile. No tricks. No…advances. Just offering a simple day in the park with a genius.
Molly dropped the grin and sat back away from Peter. Again…back with the poker face. Peter tilted his head yet kept a smile with a hand open, although his thoughts were debating whether or not this was a good idea. It wasn't a good idea-
"I…I might have to think about that, Pete." Peter slightly dropped his smile, but Molly held up a hand, "But I didn't say a yes or no, yet. I…actually do like that. But…you know how many commissions we get or need to pull in for these magazines, right?"
"Oh…Oh yeah. Whoops, I forgot about that."
"But…" Molly paused while resting a hand on her chin for the minute. Peter scratches his head while glancing at his phone, no crimes still haven't been committed yet. Now Molly nodded while pointing at their calendar on the wall. "Let me see the schedule for you and I, or well, mostly mine if any more magazines companies or indie places need any more pinups of myself for their covers and I'll…We will go out together. Fair? Gives you time for yourself." Molly gazes at Peter's phone then back at his eyes.
Peter nodded while holding both his hands up, "Sure. Okay! Cool! We can plan this any day. Anyday, Molly! I am completely free anyday to get ready for our hangout!"
"Awesome! I'll send you an email or text or I'll call you anyday to get ready for our hangout. As long as no other companies are ramping up my schedule or filling up my emails, we should be straight to go." Molly gets up while making her way out the door as Peter went close to the computer to finalize the logo, Molly tapped on Peter's shoulder, gaining his attention.
"I know that Christmas was…over and we've been doing a lot of work. Pinups. Photos. Commissions. Blah, blah, blah, blahhhh…But! (*Ahem*) Sorry. But. I did want to give you something. Both as a thanking for joining this company and this brand New Year of 2025! Hopefully this year will be better. I hope hehehehe. Anyway, here."
Molly hands over a wrapped iris-jam color purple crimson cherry red present box for Peter. Peter thanked Molly as she nodded, "If you need anything. Call me!" Molly hurriedly left the room. Peter cheeks felt red but quickly brushed it off while inspecting the present. For now after just shaking it and feeling it was light. Deciding he'll wait to go home after doing hero patrol, Peter went back to finally get the logo done with a delighted grin resting on his face.
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In (?): Conference Room
Time: (?)
"Not only that, one, the "Project" wasn't there nor it wasn't even there to begin with. I'm assuming all this time it was gone before or even after you raided the warehouse." A man paced back and forth while Zero rested on a chair at the end of the table. A frustrated look appeared on her face, getting chewed out on by her Superior. Who the man, in the shadows of the dimly lit room, had on a long-trench coat in all black. Hands behind his back kept walking around the table and Zero, of course his tone being full of authority and pissed. "And we're at square one, Zero. Square one."
"Yip-Yip Ho-fucking-Hooray…sir…" Zero mockingly said, but the man slammed his hand on the table in full force, causing her to stop and not tolerating her jokes. She straightened up her posture and looked him dead in the eye. "I-I'm s-sorry…I'm sorry."
"That was to get your attention, soldier. (*Sighs*) It's been just three years since the whole debacle of Osborn's Avengers reign and Goblin Nation events were trying to clear up the streets of New York to the whole country. Goddammit." The man in the shadows pinched his noses and forehead while Zero kept quiet. He stops before gazing at Zero, who again flinches on how he stares, "And now the "Project" is gone. With no telling or leads on where it could be. The only lead is from the files you recovered at the warehouse to try and pinpoint this…Boss they were working after you terminated them. Didn't you, Zero?"
"Yes, sir. Every last one. Sir." Zero confirmed. That's when the Man in shadows walked towards her in a haste. Then now leaning on her, placing a hand on the table while Zero's hand was on her lap. Still looking forward at the wall yet, not staring at him. Zero began to sweat from her forehead with one hand and began to twitch. The light of the room revealed to be Nick Fury. With brown-white hair in his late 50s with an eyepatch and caucasian-rosy skin, who then held an agitated look rested on his face, staring down on Zero.
"Including Katie. Someone at least we could use to find out their Boss was to who now has full access and control to the advanced automaton that can be let loose on any day now on the streets with millions of people because your feelings were hurt. I get it that you're known for getting anything from people with fear and seduction, but that will come and bite you back. And now…it did. Costing this operation." Zero left eye drop a tear on her cheek, her body slightly shaking and mouth trying to make a frown, yet trying to stay "stoic", yet, it was cracking as Fury kept going chewing her out.
"You may be our top Agent of the line with great skill sets and assets, but the way you bashed in her head over and over, and yes, I saw it all on your camera in your suit. I've seen it all. Heard it all. And didn't stop while ripping at the door in rage over some comments. I get that brat hit some nerves but you got to hold it in on times like this, dammit."
Zero fully let her head down as tears began to flow out to run down on her cheeks, ruining her own mascara to her makeup. Grabbing her hair and head. Of course how he talked hit more of the nerve than Katie did, but it was the truth she needed to hear. A time like this. She silently sobs while Fury deeply sighs while again rubbing his forehead to let her have her moment. He knew he could be a bastard most of the time, but when someone or the people needed the truth, he brought it in full force. Most of the time.
Zero stops while staring at Fury, eyes red and mascara being wet and ruined. "I-I know, sir…I know I…I fucked up…"
"And you did. Like this time and the others. Look kid…" Fury placed a hand on her shoulder, "...This is important. I can't have something like this slip out of our hands. Some advanced piece of fucking metal of destruction rainning down on the people of New York. We needed leads and answers and you…You killed it." Zero nodded while wiping off her face. "Look Soldier…I get it that this job can or, no, it is terrifying when every second counts for any man-made or alien invasion or Gods among us clash in battles or disasters could happen, we need to stop it and stop it fast. Clean up. Rest. Get ready. I'm hard, but I'm fair and want you to keep it at a level-headed."
"Y-Yes, sir. I…I will. I'm just…I'm sorry I killed her out of rage. She just…just reminded me of those people and what they used to do with me…even if I wanted it…"
"...Stop that." Fury grabbed both of her shoulders while looking at her eyes. Fully capturing her attention. "You were a child. Don't think you…wanted what they poised your mind with. Those "people" are dead and gone. Forever. By your hands. But you did save millions of lives and mine. I won't forget that. But I won't have you be reckless over comments like that. Relax your mind. If you need a break or go see a shrink, it's on me. Relax your mind and get ready for another mission I need to send you. You're debriefed."
Zero slowly nodded and stood up off the chair. Saluting at Nick who nods. Zero takes her leave while again wiping off her now ruined makeup, yet it didn't bother her the slightest, just more angry with herself over the cosmetics. However, Zero stops while turning back to Nick, who took notice of her standing in the hallway, "Did…Did you mean it?"
Nick slowly nods. Still having a stoic face, but his one-blue eye told another story, "I may have been called worse things in the past by our enemies, to my own people and by our allies over the years. But my actions and own set of beliefs outshine what pity-little words others have called me. Even if they were some truths." Nick walked over and held Zero's hands. Both of their hands intertwined together, "Remember…you were taken advantage over and left behind to die in the worst conditions. It was either S.H.E.I.L.D or the X-Men coming to your aid or one of our enemies taking advantage of your rage and hate to make a pawn out of you. Please…calm down and remember. You're safe. Here. With S.H.I.E.L.D and with me…"
Zero deeply blushed while letting go of his hands and brushing her hair off, "...Thank you…Nick."
"Of course, soldier. I'll be seeing you later." Zero nodded before turning her heels and left the room. While Nick stands at the window. Looking at the sky. Getting dark as the sun sets in. Before long Nick Fury took out the picture of the corpse. It looked old and rotten to the core. As it is to be expected. Yet, the feeling rubbed Nick Fury…off. With this nagging feeling it needed to be answered, Nick Fury placed the photo down on the table.
Taking out a handheld-device. Confirming his identity to use it, Nick Fury scanned the photo. Twice. Waiting for the results to come in as thoughts poured through his mind. 'I must say…someone knew my Agents and Zero were coming in. Raid the place on every top and bottom. As they did, the "Project" slipped away from fingertips. Right under them as they breached in. Even if Katie was here and gave us more information, she wouldn't tell us who took it. All those people being killed by my Agents and Zero could have added what Katie said, but even it would all leave the same thing…it was gone. Maybe their Boss is someone under our radar for years planned this year…or someone in the shadows. Like us.'
The handheld device completed the scan of the corpse. As Nick Fury looked at the photo of the corpse one final time before eyeing on the handheld device before it took all of Fury's stoic face to one of being stunned with now quick replaced look of irritation before one word mutters it all, "...fuck."
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Scanning Status: COMPLETED
Facial Reconstruction & Profiling Status: COMPLETED, PERFECT I.D. MATCH
Deceased Identity: CONFIRMED
Name: Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy
Formerly known as, Gwen Stacy
Cause Of Death: Whiplash, Neck-Fracture
Last Known Location Before Death: Brooklyn Bridge
The screen displayed a two-side picture of the once alive Gwen Stacy, doing a peace sign with her late-father George Stacy in a graduation photo, with joyful-stunning smiles and the corpse matching the both together of the late-Gwen Stacy.
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Six Days Later…
In New York: The Apartment Of Peter Parker
Time: 6:09 PM
"...Ah, a company retreat! I'm glad they still do it in this day and age. And of course, this economy."
"You said it, Aunt May. Although it won't be like a long retreat. Just me and the company looking do more than just taking photos or editing them. Not that I'm complaining, but a breath of fresh air could always do the work." Peter spoke to his Aunt on the phone while grabbing mail off his box from his apartment. Saying hi to his landlord and the janitors Peter walked past. "I think it'll just be for the day. I'll send in some photos or gifts when I come back. Sounds good, Aunt May?"
"Of course. Of course. You go enjoy now. Love you."
"Love you, too, Aunt May." Both end their calls on the phone as Peter makes his way up towards his apartment. After a week of dealing with small-time criminals and drug-busts, things have been peachy for the Web-Slinger. Of course Molly let him off a few days before they go planning on their "Hangout", while Peter still debates whether or not it's a date. Oh, he could hear Johnny, Fred and Wade begging Peter to call it a date from somewhere right now and get it on. Peter still…or isn't ready for dating again nor wants to try.
Even if Molly is giving some…signs of it. Or the usual playfulness with a mixture of flirtatiousness. Whether this was a test or a way to get a reaction off from Peter. Honestly, for Peter…he simply didn't know. A sigh of relief escaped off of Peter's lips as he got ready to open his door as he injected his key to the-
'SPIDER-SENSE!' Peter of course went to the side as someone in all grayish-ash blue gear tried to tackle Peter. Then another tried to sneak behind him, but Peter pulled his foot out to make the assailant trip over. 'Umm…What?' Now his head started to ring more as now more came out of nowhere. Peter hopped over one to the other, while at least not trying to show off his powers more, "Woah. Guys…Uh…" Peter dodged to the side as one failed to hit him, "...Hey, if this is for that time poker game I won…I'm sorry. I wasn't cheating. I swear."
"Very fucking funny, asshole. Stay still!" One attempted to tackle Peter, who again just slid to the side and tripped him over. "Fuck!"
"Wait…You guys aren't with the IRS, right? Guys, I JUST paid my taxes off! What more do you want?!" Peter had enough and simply pushed one away, hitting two more coming downstairs, without having anyone not noticing them. "I am really buying it now that Taxation is theft everyday now."
"Man, fuck this! Everyone!" One by one, all 16 of these men dogpilled Peter onto the ground now. Peter let it happen, to cover his powers and who he is to them. Of course after joking about dodging them, a few kicked Peter, punched his face then opened the door. Grabbing Peter by his arms with force to simply toss him on the ground of his apartment.
"Hahahaha! Got his ass!"
"Fuckin' prick!"
"Dickweed fuckface!"
"Shit…my knuckles kind of hurt now. Strong face for a wimp like him."
'(*Sigh*) It's always the insults. Very 2000s. Heck, every bully arua-stereotypes from the 2000s is coming out from these guys.' Peter sat up on the ground as all 16 men breached his room. One grabbed his satchel, dumping all of his papers, photos, books and laptop with rudeness as kicking a few. Four went to his kitchen, five sat on his couch. Peter simply yawns from this as they simply just raid his home, yet keep his calm demeanor. "Well, why don't you guys make yourself at home? As you can see…It's cozy. I have leftovers, drinks, movies, and all kinds of stuff to keep everyone comfy and cozy."
"Oh yes, very cozy! Cozy indeed!"
"More like an average place to keep a low-profile for super-genius failure away from the public eye. Simple, yet very cleaver, Mr. Parker."
Peter ceased all jokes as he slowly turned to see The Hobgoblin and Taskmaster marched their way in his apartment. One of the men shut the door, locking it in. While Hobgoblin crouched down at the eyelevel of Peter. Peter kept a straight-face, though a hint of anger was placed on his face of seeing two of his enemies invading his home. Taskmaster simply walked around the living room to kitchen as the men searched his home while Hobgoblin cackled at the sight of Peter on the ground. "Powerless." If you will.
"We are really, really, really all fans of you!"
"Really?" Peter asked with a fake-surprised look.
"Uh-huh! The one and only one to take the photos of Spider-Man over the years! Must say…quite an eye you have! Surely you and Spider-Man must have known all of those times, yes?" Hobgoblin went closer and grinned more and more tilting his head a bit. Peter moved away slowly from this deranged man yet not backing down. Glaring at him as Hobgoblin just chuckles.
"I honestly don't get it you guys. Why or, really, how should I know who that menace is anyway? You really need to get your facts or research checked in again." Peter lashed out. Of course it was met with a small amount of chuckle echoing in the room while Hobgoblin just laughed again at his face.
Taskmaster, not buying it completely, just shook his head while marching at Peter, "Always the lying bullshit that makes shit hard to finish a job. Look boy, we're in your home. Many of us here are mercs and will kill in a second with one bullet between your eyes. Either give up on where Spider-Man is. Or simply his name or, fucking, nickname. Anything. What even is the purpose of protecting some "hero" that isn't here? Not here to say your ass?"
Peter sighs while face palming his face, "Why do these buffoons, like you guys ALWAYS come to ME?! Even if I told you who he was or where he lives, how do I know if I live? If anything really, I don't know not a damn thing! The dude always took off! God…it's like fucking Highschool again! You guys might as well kill me without getting anything!"
Hobgoblin holds his stomach while laughing, some echo or mimic the Goblin's laughter as Peter just sends a deadpan face at everyone while Taskmaster stares at him silently. Peter tapped on his side head as the laughter died down more and more. That's when the Goblin simply and harshly grabbed Peter's hair. Gripping it tightly while making him stand up, of course on instinct Peter did to let go of Hobgoblin's grip, but not to blow cover enough. Peter resists while the Hobgoblin brings Peter face closer to him while the Hobgoblin keeps grinning.
"I do love this show! I really do! Had us a few times with these little lies, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…It's not working kiddo. Get real with us and the situation you're in." Hobgoblin demanded while gripping harder on yet Peter gave a stern glare at the madman.
"Get "real"? Yeah, what don't you get creative and fucking oringal for once! You're a fucking knockoff-cheap ass goblin in a Halloween getup! At least the Green Goblin bastard had more balls to be original. What are you even, The Annoying Orange Tryhard Goblin Reject?" Peter retorted. The Hobgoblin simply stopped grinning and laughing. Room went silent. Even Taskmaster whistles in amusement.
One man covered his mouth with a fist then turned to one of his next to him, "Bro. He cooked this man. See, me personally, I wouldn't-" The Hobgoblin zapped the man in his face. Burning it to a crisp before the man's corpse fell down. Blood on the carpet while now a pissed off Hobgoblin knee kicked Peter in the stomach in such force. Bringing Peter up at his face again as he punched Peter in the face. At his nose, making it bleed. Then again. And again. A kick at his rib and sides. The Hobgoblin grabbed his neck with one arm.
"Shut the fuck up and listen here, little boy! Now I'm done playing games! I'm done getting mocked! You're going to tell us where SPIDER-MAN is! WHERE IS HE?!"
Peter felt the grip being tighter, yet, not giving in. Then The Hobgoblin slammed Peter on the floor once more, choking him out as hard the Hobgoblin could. Just before the Hobgoblin was ready to pummel Peter's face in with all of his might and rage, one of the now 15 men came into the living room. "Uh…everyone…One of his rooms is locked. And I am detecting a lot of what's inside that room. Like, a lot. I think we may get our answers there!"
Taskmaster nodded while the Hobgoblin stopped in mid-air, thinking and being silent while Peter for a split-second had a worried look. 'Shit! S-Shit! SHIT!' Then now the Hobgoblin went back to his sinister grin at Peter, "Hehehehehe…Things just got started now! A locked room?! What could it be?!"
Then now the Hobgoblin grabbed Peter then threw to the wall to then at the room. Peter held on the doorway-edge. Wiping off the blood off his nose and mouth a bit. Taskmaster drew his gun out, aiming at Peter's head while Hobgoblin held a batarang. Taskmaster held one of Peter's arms, "Open it. Slowly."
'G-God…God…Just…Just a little more…more time…!' Then Peter opened the door, Taskmaster kicked one of Peter's legs behind, making him kneel down on the ground. Then as 10, including Hobgoblin and Taskmaster looked into the middle-room of where Peter resides at…
…an average room with a bed. Dresser. Closet full of clothes, shoes and old laptops and computers. Then a desk with another laptop with science, bio, engineer to finance books. All the while…really an average room. Of course they search top to bottom. Removing the bed, the cover sheets, knocking over his clothes and old laptops on the floor. The Hobgoblin places both of his hands on his sides while shaking his head, similar to what Taskmaster is doing. All the while Peter simply just, like Goblin, shook his head with utter frustration and annoyance.
"See? Are you happy now gentleman? I mean if you needed some spare change or a penny for a cup of joe?! Just take it! Seriously, I know it's New York but c'mon! God!" Peter quipped.
"Dude is literally crashing out, bro." One joked and chuckled. All the while the man who scanned the room was displeased and not convinced of what he was seeing, until he saw the computers, making him sigh.
"Shit…Looks like there's nothing in here after all. I swear something else I saw on this radar told me otherwise. Or unless I scanned those shitty ass old computers over there."
The Hobgoblin simply just shook his head while throwing his hands up in the air. "Whatever. There's nothing here. Nor anything we're going to find. I'm out of here. This is getting boring." Hobgoblin conceives defeat while Peter, now standing up, clapped his hands mockingly.
"Finally! Something we agree on! See? We all can be united under one! Now…are you guys gonna leave? If you want to find Spider-Man either talk to Avengers or anyone else other than me, next time! Thank you-" In a blink of an eye, Taskmaster fully grabbed Peter's neck. Slamming him on the desk. Knife at his neck, Peter could see the eyes of Taskmaster giving a truly unimpressed-unconvinced look while deeply staring at Peter's eyes. 'Dude! What is up with everyone grabbing my NECK all the time?! God this is fucking weird!'
The Hobgoblin simply turn his head to the ghostly merc, unamused anymore, "(*Sighs*) What are you doing? There's nothing here. Let's go."
Taskmaster doesn't turn his head but responds back, "You idiots have convinced yourselves that! I'm not convinced at all!"
"Why?" The Hobgoblin asked, lazily while rolling his eyes.
"Because Parker and Spider-Man were partners! As in Parker's Industries! Spider-Man was his bodyguard for the time being! But they shut down after Goblin Nation! This smartass has known, hired, paid Spider-Man! He's stalling! Matter fact…!" Taskmaster looked at the drawer for a minute before staring back at Peter, "...My scanners are picking up something at that drawer. Open it! Open it!"
"You…Ughhh…Wanna…W-Wanna do that? Haven't…Haven't you guys looked through enough?!" Peter yelled before getting headbutted by Taskmaster then again thrown to the wall then back at the desk.
"Open. It. UP!" Taskmaster ordered. Patience running thin on ice by the boastnes of his voice. Peter, sighing with no other options left, simply opened the drawer. As Peter did, Taskmaster shoved him to the side. All in the drawer looked like a piece of paper. Taskmaster grins underneath his mask, as he eyes Peter's reaction…in horror. "Finally. Finally something in here. (*Chuckling*) I knew something was in there. I know many things and one of them is being a good inspector. Took years of fighting punks in tights and those with power, you pick up a thing or two. Thank you, Mr. Parker. Now…let's see…" Taskmaster, now with Hobgoblin, now intrigued by the piece of paper lying face down inside the drawer to see an incriminating piece of evidence of Peter Parker to see…
That it was a polarizing photo. Aged one at best that showed…
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The man in the room on the ground bleeding is the same one in the photo.
Peter Parker in a photo, is naked. Showing his well defined athletic physique, with toned-6 pack abs on bed in sweat while showing off his fully erect 12-inch thick cock in the photo...
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For 15 seconds the whole room went quiet. Peter shakes his head slowly while rubbing his neck. Taskmaster turned his head to Peter, then back at the photo. Then to Hobgoblin who stared back at him…
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHA! OHHHHHHH….EHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHHAHAHA!" The Hobgoblin laughs hysterically, getting on the ground and banging his fist on the floor. Then One of the men glance at the photo, to at Peter with a mixture of shock to disgusted look on his face.
"...what the fuck?"
"What?"
"It's literally a selfie-picture of him and his dick out. Large and thick cock"
"What?"
"Why the fuck you said it like that so casually?!"
"Oh, hell nah…bro's down bad for bro or something like that."
"Nooooooooo…did he got cucked in life? Or let his wife be on Bang-Bros."
"Yikes…"
"How the fuck I'm even in this situation, man?"
"Nahhhhhhhhhhh."
"Oh, be quiet, y'all. Haven't we all sent a cock-pic to our wives or girlfriends…boyfriends?"
"I…Okay, fair point."
"Yeah, but I don't keep in a fucking drawer for anyone to see it, bud!"
"I mean…look at this everyone…" One of the men tore open the present of what Molly gave Peter. Then it showcases all the pinups shots of Molly. Some were for Halloween or other holidays, in which Molly is dressed in Witch Costume to a Miss-Santa, barefooted with makeup on. Another in a tight bikini in a seductive pose on a beach. Then one in bed, covering her large-F Cup breasts with her one arm and covering her bottom with a red-sheet. The other showed off her thick-large fit ass in a Cowgirl outfit in a cowgirl position on a horse. Another close up on her face with red-glossy lipstick. One more of showing off her feet on a table while sucking on a lollipop seductively with a nurse cap on.
Of course all the men and even Hobgoblin whistle at the sight of Molly. Peter of course got pissed they're seeing her photos like eye-candy…despite that's what pinups are and what they do.
"Damn. He must've hit the jackpot with this one."
"Well…At least he found a match. Big titties. Big ass. Fuck…It doesn't look fake as well! It looks…too natural! MAN! How this man got game for a NERD?!"
"A Super-Genius and have good genes? Fuck…I'm jealous now."
"...Wait…Is this a guy or girl pornstars or-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Taskmaster ordered everyone to do so while throwing the cock-pic at Peter in disgust. "Everyone…just Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or I swear to Christ, I'll fucking kill every last one of you in this shithole!" Everyone does go quiet while Hobgoblin cackles away. Then Taskmaster grabs his mask and pitches his forehead with all levels of disgust and anger. All in one. After what he saw from his scanners must be deceiving him.
Or it really, really really was…a cock-pic from Peter who simply went quiet and unamused anymore by this. Not even embarrassed. A hint of even pride was shown for a second before Peter just gave a deadpan. "Guys…I'm literally tired. Is this charade done yet? I mean, hell, keep it if you want. I don't really give a crap anymore."
All of the men, including Hobgoblin and Taskmaster, collectively yelled "NO!" in unison. Peter simply shrugs his shoulders to crossing his arms. After a while of people chatting away, Taskmaster, back on his mask, simply just looks down on Peter, as Peter glares back.
"So…You…You…really, really, really don't know who Spider-Man is nor where he lives?"
"What else do you think?! He's a SUPERHERO! With an IDENTITY to keep hidden! Even if I did employ him, he never showed his face! And never told me his name! Not once!"
"You don't know?"
"Yes. I don't know!"
Taskmaster kneels down at the eyelevel of Peter. Both staring with sharp-daggers cutting each other up in a staredown. After just 2 minutes of staring, Taskmaster stood up while nodding with a defeated tone, "He's telling the truth. He doesn't who he is. Even after all of these years, he never told Parker his name. I will give credit where it's due…He's smart at least. Terrible fighter and a comedian, but not stupid enough to give out his name. Even to his allies."
"Well…This was a waste of time. But at least it was fun! Hehehehehehehehehehehe!"
"Well then, Mr. Parker. You have a good day now." Taskmaster nodded while everyone else in the apartment, even picking up the dead body off the floor, took their leave. For everyone to be leaving with Peter in the room, now annoyed look.
"Oh yeah! Sure! I'll enjoy my day, after everyone beat me the hell up while trashing up my place. Killed a guy, while I, getting exposed by them of finding my cock-pic. Yeah, I'll enjoy the rest of my evening now! Dick." Peter stood up, feeling his injuries were healing as Peter walked toward the edge of the room, a hidden-camouflage button as he flipped the switch.
Everything his room changed back to his Base-Of-Operations. The Map of Manhattan or the whole state of New York. Suits. Web-Shooters. Camera. Everything as usual. For situations like that after the whole…Superior Spider-Man time, Peter made a full illusion-camouflage ability from the learnings from Quention Beck, the Mysterio, page book on creating illusions so good, it feels natural to the regular eye. Even those to superhero levels. Peter sighs this had fully worked. Hopefully next time…he doesn't need to do it again.
After a while of cleaning up the living room. Reorganizing areas of the kitchen. Finding a few "bugs" tapped in his walls and corners to then pick up the photos that Molly sent him in which…Peter truly had to admit to himself…she really does look beautiful. All those times of taking photos of her in literally everything? Yeah, she really wasn't kidding when they were doing pinups and boy…he was happy he took the job now.
But, his greater willpower and everything else stopped those thoughts in his head before placing them in the drawer and of course…his real photo of himself with his cock. "Wow. I honestly can't believe I have traumatized Taskmaster." Peter began to chuckle to himself loudly before also adding his cock-pic photo with Molly's photos as well and locking it away.
After a good 20 minutes of cleaning, thanks to his Spider-Speed, Peter collapsed on his bed. His wounds have finally cleared up and healed away. Once Peter had the Police Scanner on for crimes, in which…none for tonight. Maybe just tonight…Tonight it will be the night he sleeps. Peter closes his eyes, adjusting himself on the bed to comfortable-
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"Possible 10-10's and multiple 10-24's in Hudson Yard and Lincoln Tunnel. Proceed with extreme caution. Suspects are armed with heavy weaponry. Sending in a S.W.A.T."
Peter, raising his head off the pillow, saw the time only being 8:12 P.M., then at his Spider-Suit laying across the floor. With energy to a slight groan yet a snicker at the timing. Peter leaps off the bed. Dons his classic-Red & Blue suit and web shooters on. Then with a smile underneath his mask as Peter jumps out of his window. Skydiving all the way down before shooting a webline as he swings. Doing a variety of several air tricks and flips. Tracking where the crime is taking place.
Of course the usual robbery-went-very wrong in NYC. Peter, in his Spider-Man suit and mask, uses its targeting A.I. to pinpoint each criminal, in which there were eight of them. Highlighting each one to a weapon they held and level. "Alright. Eight thugs. Six with Assault Rifles. Two with shotguns. The one has a hostler with generades. Wow, this robbery went horribly for them to be fully loaded to a T."
Now with the eight thugs, three of each firing on NYPD Officers. The remaining five hurrying up loading bags of cash to their truck, one of the thugs threw a smoke grenade at the Officers. "Alright, let's go! Let's go! Pull your asses!"
"Guys, really? I know bank tellers really take their time. I know. You could've just gone to an ATM machine. Save you the time and trouble." Peter jumped down, smacking two thugs away with both legs with force.
Both of the two thugs were down on the ground and webbed up as soon Peter landed on top of the truck. The now six thugs turned their heads and fired upon Peter, who backflipped away, swinging around them while shooting out his webs, "Oh my god…you guys literally have Storm-Trooper aim for days. That is sad."
"Shut the fuck up and stay still freak!" The Thug shouted, but his weapon, a Shotgun got webbed up to then be hit in the face by Peter throwing a hardened web-ball.
"Ah yes, being called a freak. Classic 2000s bully lines. I mean, guys, really, what is this? A marathon reruns rehearsal day?" Peter quipped before bouncing on the thug, taking him down on the ground with more webbing. Then threw the thug's gun at another, knocking him down as well. Now only four remain. "Hey, where are you guys going?! You forgot your change!" Peter web-zips off towards the ceiling, chasing down the thugs out to an alleyway after exiting the ruined bank.
The Fourth Thug turned to see Peter up in the air, swinging on down, shooting as Peter came down.
The Third and Second thug run together while the First split away from the group with one load of cash.
Peter uppercut the Forth thug, knocking him out to webbing him up on the wall. "Wow. For guys who do nothing more, other than robbing banks, you guys sure run fast. Anyway, where are the rest?" Peter scales up the wall, climbing towards the rooftop "...better find the rest of them."
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The Third and Second Thugs were panting heavily while they reloaded their rifles, "Shit, Benny! Dammit! Can't believe all of that went to shit! Always with the itchy-trigger finger!"
"Man fuck you! Fuck you, Leithe! All I simply asked was to go lay down on the fucking floor! I thought the asshole had a gun!" Benny retorted while Dan simply huffs.
"Well, we're here now with no vehicle. Just watch over the sky or rooftops. Spider-Man can be anywhere."
"Alright, alright, alright, alright…Just shut up and let's go. I'll watch our backs. Motherfucker."
Both Benny and Leithe walked their way through the alleyway while avoiding lights, passing cars to NYPD Officers looking for them. Of course the uneasiness in the air as both looked behind to over the rooftops with their rifles pointed every direction they looked.
"Man…I don't like…I don't like this man…I, uhhh, don't k-know…I feel l-like someone's watching!"
"Shut u-up! Hold on to your damn gun-" Leithe was hit by an object, right at the nose. Sending him flying over Benny, who ducked away. Leithe went down on the ground with a bloody nose.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you boys really are naughty and only in this city. (*Sighs*) Some things never change~"
Benny didn't even care how sexy the voice was until he fired upon the shadows in front of him, shouting, fear making away in his face. "GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"
Andriette leaped towards Benny from the shadows with a horrifying smile, wrapping her legs around his neck before tackling him down on the ground. She giggles before Leithe, dazed yet conscious enough to see Andriette on top of Benny, pulling out his pistol before firing at her wildly. All the effort only took Andritette to dodge left and right, before smacking the pistol out of Leite's hand, using a wooden-hardened sheath instead of her sword. Then smack his head, fully knocking him out. She yawns before seeing the only two men down on the ground, "Well this was quick. Then again, these are mortals. Average mortals at best." Andriette eyes up on Spider-Man jumping over the rooftop. An intrigued yet alluring look. "And there he goes. C'mon boys!"
She simply grabs two of the unconscious men off the ground, by their vests, showing off her own impressive strength as she leaps off the wall to follow Spider-Man.
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"...Goddamnit! Can you fuck off, bug!"
"Oh for crying out loud, dude! We're ARACHNIDS! Not bugs! Didn't you learn anything in school?! Or did you flunk out of school to be part of the "cool-kids" club?!"
"SHUT UP!" The Final and First Robber blasted his pistol blindly at Peter, Spider-Man, behind him.
With the combined speed and agility, it was effortless for Peter to keep up with the Robber, without being shot at. Three more front flips summersalt before Peter sweep-kicked the Robber, who quickly recovered then rolled out of the way. Getting an impressed whistle from Peter. "Woah! Nice one!"
"Leave me alone asshole!" The Robber vault over a vent, so did Peter, but the Robber made a daring move to jump over to another building. Rolling on his feet again, as Peter leaped over in one hop. Then tackle down the Robber. Both Peter, Spider-Man and the Robber wrestled it out. Peter crushed the pistol out of his hand. The Robber kicked Peter at his stomach, yet had no effect at all. Peter swiftly twist-pull the Robber's leg off the ground, grabbing his midsection as then Peter bodyslam him on the rooftop.
The Robber with no choice nor any energy to fight, simply gave up as Peter webbed both his hands to legs. With a sigh of relief while stretching his shoulders, "Won't lie. Gave me a run of a money catching you buddy." Peter went up towards the stack of cash, counting each wad of money until all accounted for was here. Peter retied the stack while hoisting up the Robber on his shoulder.
"Spidey~"
Peter turned his head around to see Andriette once again. Now holding two knocked out thugs he planned to find, only for her to appear up on the rooftop with a toothy grin and her bright magenta four eyes in sparkle. Of course seeing her again actually raised Peter's day or well, night up, as now they began to talk, "Fancy seeing you here, huh? Well, up here."
"Please! Seeing what such a ruckus these little-men did near my resting spot did wake me up and simply turn down the noise myself. And a chance to talk with New York's finest hero of the hour."
"Ehhh…That's debateable. Most kinda are still suspicious of me…for a good reason or…bad reason." Peter said. As now the both of them went down the alley to back at the damaged site of the bank in Hudson Yard, where now the S.W.A.T team and NYPD saw what was on the truck. All eight thugs now stuck on their truck in a large web cocoon. After 20 minutes of the NYPD arresting these men while returning money to the ruined bank.
Peter and Andriette went back on top of the rooftop. Peter standing watching down the street while Andriette pacing back and forth while tip-toeing with boredom in her face, they were like this in silence as Peter montier the Officers and the bank, as everything seemed to die down, Peter turned to Andriette who's walking on both her arms, doing a handstand walkway. Her eyes dotted back at Peter, "Oh don't mind me sweetie…I'm just keeping myself entertained. Since you're oh so so shy to speak with me." She smirks while Peter shook his head.
She's…playful. And mischievous. "Well…I'm just surprised you're here. Out of all the days…"
"...I'm right here." Andriette lands back on her feet with grace and stretches her hands together and her back, arching it a bit before a pleased look rested on her face as a moans escaped through her lips, "Oh~ God~ That felt better~"
"Uh…huh…Well, (*Ahem*), well since we're here now. Can…Can I ask you something?" She nodded, a smirk on her cheek, "...Are you a metahuman? Or a mutant?" Andriette raises an eyebrow, "I'm just curious, that's all. Doesn't really matter to me."
"Well…I am a mix of both really. Like, maybe I feel like a mutant but half of my powers were from an…accident. I don't really remember my past well other than being…on the streets. No home. Nothing. Hidden from the public eye. Until some event everyone, inducing mutants were all together one week and…boom. Back to normal." Andriette explained.
Peter immediately remembered that. Of course the time Wanda snapped. How did he forget that? No, how could anyone forget that? "Yeaaaaaah. I remembered. Very well. Let's not talk about it."
"Agreed."
'Well that's a good start. We agree on the same thing. Let's try something else…' "So…"
"...hm?"
"...You're a half-mutant and metahuman? Something of an accident that gave more power to you?" Andriette sat on the edge of the rooftop as Peter sat beside her. She nodded slowly, confirming it, "So…like man-made?"
"...I…I prefer half and half. I did know that I do have…pheromones and an ability to read minds. Not control them, only their…desirable actions, thoughts or acts of pleasure. And, don't worry. I can control and you're not in the effect…yet."
"Wonderful. Good to know. But…Or well, have the X-Men know where you are? From the looks of it, you have been through some fights."
She scoffs while brushing her hair off, "Hell no. Even if they find me out in the open of New York, I'm pretty sure I won't be accepted by the likes of them. Look at me. Do I look like X-Men material? Yes…I may fight but…nevermind. Just…again, do I look like the type the X-Men want?" Andriette asked, pointing at her four eyes as they blink all together. Of course to some of her scars on her lip to her large F-Cup breasts, her two swords and her long fuscia pink color kimono maxi dress.
Peter mentally nodded to himself, 'I'll say it again, she's literally the embodiment of Deadly Beauty right next to me. Then again…there's a lot of Omega Level Mutants to a lot of intimidating ones. Something like good'ole Wolvie, Professor X, Magneto, Emma Frost to even Beast at times. I…I say she can fit in…well…uhhh.'
Andriette snapped her fingers at Peter, who shook his head as she huffs in a rare moment of annoyance, "As I was saying since you were staring into space…No…I don't want to be with them. Nor any place for only mutants. I don't hate them, but I don't find them any better than other humans who hate them with the same prejudice. Bunch of hypocrites and act just like the humans, despite being the next-stage of HUMAN EVOLUTION, yet the same petty bickering and killing among each other are still the same."
"...Yeah. The irony isn't lost with them or us. (*Chuckling*) So, you're just going in all solo? Or coming out of hiding?"
"Of course. I know that sooner or later that…I needed to come out. Or at least see how much something changed or not. Some have changed for the better. Worse. Or indifferent. Other than hand, not so much. Like the likes of crime, mobs, and now heroes among us." Andriette, her fours eyed on Peter, a look of enhancement crept on her face, "Heroes like you. For someone who does nothing more but look after the little guys like me and everyone down there…" She holds one of Peter's arms, just like before, caressing softly. Her slender fingers touching each muscle she could touch. All the while making Peter, inside his mask blush in full red while her touch sends a chill of pleasure all over his body.
"It is…is in my name…the Friendly Neighbor Spider-Man. Nice catch to it? I've been saying it and writing on notetags."
"Oh definitely~" She took hold of his left arm, placing her head on his shoulder, her four eyes looking deeply into Peter's lens. "...And yet, the city hates you."
"HA! That much I know."
"It's not fair."
"I mean…I am not Tony Stark level of fame or the Avengers." Peter said, but Andreitte simply shook her head, disagreeing completely.
"Tony Stark is a feared man who's a hero to some, but War-Supplier and dealer by many and those affected by him. With a man of high ego. I do admit he has a heart at times, but his ego gets the better of him. You? Full of heart and spirit.. How you joke. Play around. You just have this…sense of calm with others around you and…me. Right now. While still going out and helping others even when they want it or not? That takes a lot of willpower to not simply turn a blind eye."
Peter went silent. Andriette admittedly worried something was there before Peter put his head down, letting go of his arm as he turned his head to the right. After a deep long thought for a while, Peter turned back his gaze on Andriette, "Thanks. It's just…what I do. Or what I try to do for everyone. Even days that I can't always save everyone…but I do it anyway. No matter what."
Andriette nodded but had the question. Often the one many always used to ask, "Does it get tempting? Tempting to just…walk away?"
"...Yes…It does…I had a fight a long time ago that almost…almost wanted to leave. Whoever that bastard was that jumped me, nearly killed me. I was tired. Beaten. Bloody. Fuck it, my ribs were broken. We were just fighting till the next day. A 24 hour all day and night long fight from building to building! I made a call to someone…someone close that it'll be my final call or final day of hearing their voices. God…I wanted to. I wanted to leave. Rest in my bed. Let someone else deal with it…But no. I couldn't leave people to die because I was tired, hurt, and beaten. There's many people who've been hurt either more than me or less than me…don't matter. It was my responsibility to finish that fight on that day. Even if the end wasn't what I wanted."
Andriette, while keeping her four eyes still locked on Peter's face, or mask, she turned her head in…questioning what Peter meant, that's when it hit her…"Did you…kill him?"
Peter immediately turned to her, despite the lens, he went eyes-widen underneath it. Holding both his hands up in the air, "No! No, no, no…No…But…A victim shot him. Making him turn to ashes. I chased after the victim, then they told me the…horrible-terrifying actions he had done to them…I simply let them go. Some days I even think it was the right call. Maybe now I do think it was the right answer. At least I hope to be."
"Oh. oh…Okay. Okay. I believe you. And…I'm sorry. You…You've been through a lot, huh?" Andriette commented. A tone of sorrow with pity for Peter, he simply chuckles a bit with a wave, then placing his left hand on her right shoulder, rubbing her shoulder gently.
"Trust me. I have been and seen better days. Yet…Here I am. Still standing. Still here." Peter lets go of her shoulder, somewhat making it more awkward until she smiles warmly at him. But after a while of talking while looking up at the night sky Peter took notice of the time of his phone, being 9:51 P.M., he sighs while Andriette swings her legs while Peter stands up. Reloading his web shooters.
"My, my, you made those?" Andriette pointed, as she stood up as well.
"Hm? Oh yeah. Yeah! Pretty nifty, huh? The design of everything is still the same. However, this is my Mark-15, I call it. A lot of trial and error to make my web shooters way more durable and carry more webbing. Even changing different web-cartridges for any situation. Electric. Flames. Concrete. Wiring. Metal. Acid. Hacking. Tracking. Healing. Shoots my Spider-Tracers. Anything really…well, not everything yet, I plan to make more just in case. But this is good enough for any given situation."
She blinks at the mentioned abilities, even one of Concrete, "Wait. You can shoot concrete webbing? How…How in the hell does that work?!"
"If there's will, there's a way. Plus they're similar in a way to my regular webbing. Though, it can be a pain to clean up afterwards."
Andriette simply nodded in astoundment while Peter tested his webbing. All clear. Andriette tuned in her thoughts while staring at the bright-lit city of Manhattan in awe. The cool air breeze hitting her body and dress. As she does Peter simply turned to her, "But…Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes?"
Peter, now his body is more…serious. Walked toward her, towering her, tilting her head. She wouldn't be lying as her heart and how intense her stare at her skipped a beat. "I know we have talked for a bit. You and me past lives. Not too much. But I am very curious…Why are you here? Are you…a threat to New York?"
Andriette took offense to the question with a loud scoff and huff, "Seriously? Why are you asking me that? Haven't I helped you take down that mindless brute weeks ago!? And those robbers? If I was a threat…shouldn't I have sliced you at your neck?! Stabbed you?!" She hiss with a threat, her four magenta eyes turning a shed of red.
Peter kept his ground, not batting an eye aside from his senses going haywired. She's wanting to strike at him. Peter calms himself before explaining, "Sorry. I phrased it wrong. It just…that day you were on the billboard in Times Square…literally giving me a show…I used my A.I. in my lens to try and find out who you are. And…nothing. Nothing came up. No name. No close recognition to anyone. Hell, not even a Jane Doe case or look. I figured somehow whoever you were, you had an ability to block my A.I. or information or…technology to make it faulty. So…please…who are you?"
Andriette again huffs before turning away from Peter. It was long and silent as both were not facing each other. She hugs both of her arms, while speaking yet not turning her head back at Peter, "Why? Why do you want to know about me all of the sudden? I…I don't remember that much about my past. Or…Or anything. Even if I remember…what even fucking good it would do for me?! Maybe…maybe this was a mistake. Mistake of being out here…with you."
"Wait…Wait! No! I…I didn't mean to! I just…! I just want to know if…if you want to…do this?" Peter asked. Andriette slowly turned around to Peter, looking at his lens with a baffled look, wondering what the hell he just said.
He clears his throat…"Sorry. Phrasing it wrong. But…But do this. Hero work. Us doing partnership. Catching bad guys. Helping the NYPD. Saving the people of New York. And…met someone from my Super-friends. I know the Avengers won't…uhhh, accept me back anytime soon…But…All I'm asking we…we could do this together. Maybe…maybe know more about your past. I've helped people before with losing their memories. Maybe I can do it again…helping another troubled soul." Peter extended his hand for her.
Despite the mask, he was being genuine. No tricks. No falsehoods. Nothing. Even now as she sneaks a peek in his mind…he was being honest. Something that…she hadn't felt in awhile.
Andriette put her head down for the moment. It was…quiet again. Peter still had his hand out as she kept rubbing both her arms, somewhat…shaking…Was she getting cold? Well…she is walking around barefooted. Then…she shook her head. With a clear answer…No.
"No. I…I…No…Not right now, I mean. You're…being sincere. I know. And it's sweet but…no…n-no…I can't. You'll…hate me if you know the truth. You'll be…disgusted at it. Just…horrified."
"I won't know it if we can do it." Peter reassured her. But Andriette wasn't having it. No matter how caring Peter sounded. Not out of being cynical at Peter's compassion, no, just the fear of knowing it.
"And I said…No. Can…We can be this…hero partner-thing. I don't mind that…but…I don't…don't want to know about my past or…for you to know. Something about it…makes me scared. So can we just…drop it? P-Please? Please…" Andriette four eyes stared to water with tears, even one tear fell down her cheek as her hands and arms were twitching. Peter held up his hand with a few nods. Not pry it any further.
"Okay. Okay. Okay. That's fine…If…If you don't want to do it. Fine. We can be heroes in training or learning or…this. Okay?" Peter, gently, touched her arms. Caressing them. Calming her and this situation. She nodded while rubbing off her tear from her cheek.
"T-Thank you…"
"Don't mention it…and I'm sorry. I figured or should have known something like that would…personal. And I was being invasive. I apologize for that."
"It's…It's okay. It's what you do right? Helping others when they don't want it, right? Hehe…" She giggles. Reciting what she said earlier. Both took the laugh to heart with a couple of nods from Peter.
"You're right. It's a good and bad habit of mine. Either that or it's gonna be the death of me." Peter joked.
"And I think it's admirable. Noble at best. But…I think we both should go now. I know it's late and you have a job, do you?" Andriette asked, Peter nodded while landing on the edge of the rooftop.
"Hehe, oh yeah, a job that is my income. But don't worry. I'll be back. One day of this week. We'll do a training montage. See what each of our powers can do. Heck, save the world while we're at it. What do you say, partner?" Peter held up a fist. Andriette, back to now a playful side, gracefully fist-pumped Peter's fist.
"Sounds like a good deal to me, partner~"
"Looks like I'm gonna have to deal with your playful-mischievous side, huh?"
"...And I'll have to deal with your humbleness-yet-strong testament of heroism for these…mortals down there, huh? Everyday?"
"Everyday! See ya around, Antoinette!"
"...Oh you-! You did not just call me ANTOINETTE?!"
"Sorry! Couldn't help it Andre!" Peter freefall from the building, then swinging all the way down to flying up in the air with multiple backflips and air-tricks before swinging to another building. Leaving Andriette by her lonesome. She grins before she also freefall, but lands onto another flagpole, then leaping the air, mincing the airtricks of Peter. Though minus the webbing of course. The night passes as both the heroes fainted alongside the night of the bright-city of New York. Awake in the heart of the night.
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Time: 4:23 A.M.
A hooded figure walked towards a rundown building in a hurry. Looking back and forth. Then up the rooftops of the dark small town with…no one here. Five duffle bags in both hands the figure carried. The figure kicked their feet at the door. Waiting for an answer. Seconds later, someone in the shadow sees the figure, "Password?"
"Ad Libertatem."
The shadow figure nodded before unlocking the door. The figure swiftly came in as the shadowy figure, revealing to be a man with dark-skin with short dreads in crew cut hairstyle in a US Army outfit. Eyes yellow and fangs on his teeth. His fingernails are long and sharp. Werewolf-like. With a full on tactical gear set he stole, with a M4 Carbine rifle in his hand. "That's all?"
"Yes. Is everyone…here? S-Safe?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Alright. C-Come on…" The feminine figure and the soldier walked in a made-shifted living room with camping supplies. Tents. Beds. 19 people here. Or really…19 mutants inside the rundown building. The figure, to have a gender of woman, removed her hood to showcase a young woman in her late teens, 19 years old. Grey eyes and short black hair. Beauty marks on her lower lip and upper cheek. Plump lips, curvy body type at her lower body. Broad yet shaped thighs and legs. C-Cup breast underneath her long-dress shirt with heel-lace boots with cat eyes onto her head. Whiskers on each of her cheeks.
Another man, Caucasian with European origin came to her, "You okay, Sophia? No one didn't see you?"
"N-No. No. I blended in the shadows. Did my best to avoid the light. Just like you guys taught me." Sophia gained sighs of relief from her friends…No, her family all in relief of her return. Receiving praise and pats. The European boy, named Kyle nodded while tapping her shoulder with a proud smile.
"Good. Good. I knew it you had it in ya! Cass! Morty! Hemminki! We have more supplies! Go now. Rest easy."
More of her family came by to get the supplies. Cass took most of the food. Morty with medicine. Hemminki with camping supplies to add in their already items they have. After Sophia helps each of her fellow mutants. Kyle went up towards the Soldier. His name is Wolfgang. "Yeah, Kyle?"
"Anything else been going on up here, mate? Before Sophia came on in?"
"Nah. Nothing much. Been using my ears and nose to pick up on anybody. Nothing yet so far. But even then…can't let our guard go down yet." Wolfgang told Kyle, who nod in agreement while inspecting his Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum 29 model.
"Yeah. It's…just on edge. Waiting. And waiting for…God!…We're been here for a fuckin' month. Why haven't we seen them yet?!"
Wolfgang simply shrugs his shoulders while placing his M4 Carbine on the floor. Drinking his water bottle before speaking, "I don't know, man. I don't know. But for now…we stay put. We have plenty and we're far from the city or…perhaps the state. As long as we keep on the low. We're good." Wolfgang patted his Leader's shoulder in support. Kyle nodded before going back.
A fish-like-hybrid human girl came by to Sophia, her name being Lilly, a teen at the age of 16 spoke to Sophia, "Hey big sis! Are you alright?"
"I'm…I'm f-fine Lilly. Just…here now. With you and everyone else. Has it been quiet since I left?"
"Uh huh. Well, there was a little bickering on how far we're far from here and miles we need to go head for them. Kyle hoped they would find us sooner. Do you think they will find us?" Lilly asked.
That's when Sophia…couldn't answer. Even for someone like her…she doesn't know why they haven't come yet. All Sophia could do is place a small smile for Lilly. Trying to not scare the teenage girl like her. "A-All I have to say is…We just need to wait. There are a lot of us out there. A lot the X-Men have to do before getting to us. We'll be fine…Those madmen…madmen won't find us again. Okay?" Lilly nodded as the two young girls hugged each other. Comforting one another.
Yet up in the shadows…A machine scanning each and all 19 mutants in the runway broken building. Just as it was finished scanning and on route to base. A hand came out of nowhere and crushed it completely. All the parts and now scraps fell from the sky.
Standing now in the sky was a full-cybernetic-enhanced gun-metal silver chrome with black parts and lines all over its body shown. Its head, almost skull-like face, watched down at the 19 mutants. Who by now had gathered a table. Holding hands with prays and grace for their food. As now its eyes turned a dark hue of red. It's now UI showed its following missions.
*SCANNING* TARGETS - FOUND
*SCANNING* SPECIES DETECTED - MUTANTS DETECTED
*SCANNING* MISSION - ELIMINATE ALL TARGETS. NO PRISONERS. ENGAGING. ENGAGING. ENGAGING.
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TO BE CONTINUED!
IN: One Sensational SPIDER-MAN!
