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Okay, Cupid...
Okay, Cupid, tell me true-
The hell'd I ever do to you?
You flap about, your bowstring drawn
Aiming just to lead me on.
"Oh, she's the one!" You always say,
And with a 'thwip', arrows away!
And when it hits, right in my heart,
Proceeds to tear the world apart.
And then you just flutter away,
No doubt thinking "good job, today!"
But Cupid, sir, you fail to tell
That my poor heart is in for hell.
Now, love is grand, don't get me wrong,
But never seems to last for long.
Those arrows you're so fond to fire
Are sometimes too quick to expire.
So, Cupid, mate, step up your game,
Or redirect your blasted aim.
If love is such a complex trick,
Don't shoot at me you little *****!
~by Clayborn Todd Wooton Jul 2016
OHMYGOD they're getting him PERFECT! His quip was SO Spidey, and he looks amazing! His suit, the way he moved, it was all so amazing and straight outta the comics! They're making him so powerful!! AHHHHH Spider-Man is my favorite superhero, and he means so much to me, and this is really important to me. The first appearance wasn't great and didn't do much for me, since we didn't see him much, but now we see him quip, thwip, swing, AND TOTALLY REKT BUCKY WITH ONE HAND???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Also, Spider-Dab. And him kicking Falcon, not Bucky, which I initally thought. And Bucky skipping the hell outta there.
I was going to call this pic "Hateful 8", but I made too many villains.
Anyways, made some Spider-man villains since he's been all the buzz recently with the new PS4 game. Alas, I have no PS4, so best I can do is watch the cut scenes and look up spoilers (which I did). Been planning this for a few days, and of course XxDeadmanzZ post his today as well. Check his out. They are real neat.
From L to R:
Bottom Row:
Kraven The Hunter: New arms and Zod head.
Rhino: Arms are from some MinifigCat bomb suit guy.
Sandman: Self explanatory.
Spider-Man: thwip
Shocker: Glued some goggles to a pineapple head. He is also the reason for delay on this pic, as I had to wait for the pineapple heads to come in the mail. Credit to the torso idea to Soccer builder.
Mysterio: The Jestro armor is pretty perfect for him.
Electro: Same as I've had him.
Top Row:
Vulture: Credit to Æ5 for the idea of using this neck piece.
Chameleon: Credit to Delta Customs and TCMazz1 as they have both made versions similar to this.
Mister Negative: He's here
Doctor Octopus: Or Doc Ock, whatever. New head and hair. Credit for the head to Olli
What do you think? I didn't bother including the Goblins or Symbiotes because they would just be the official figures anyway.
Credit to Snowy Bricks for Scorpion's arm technique.
Credit to someone on Instagram for the Vulture helmet/head combo. I cant find his account again to credit.
Credit to Jaymes for most of the Shocker design.
Body and legs from Mysterio are a bootleg.
Wonder Woman, Iron Man, X-Men, Batman, Spider-Gwen and Spider-Man just a few of my comic book heroes.
Spider-Man is probably my favourite favourite. OOO-KAY!
So if you didn't already know Spider-man is basically my favourite Super Hero, so seeing Spider-man Homecoming was a total joy! What a fantastic movie, totally represented Spider-man so perfectly, Tom Holland nails Peter! The Vulture was probably my favourite MCU villain and so I had to build this awesome scene!
A fair few years ago I made a Star Wars Coruscant MOC that used Micro Scale at the base of the MOC to illustrate distance, I really wanted to repeat that concept once again and this was the perfect MOC to do so, really really happy with how it turned out!
My Vulture Design was very much inspired by this design www.flickr.com/photos/legomichiiiiii/38525421166/in/photo...
Also new stuff that'll be here soon:
- A few more Bionicle MOC's
- My Avengers Battle of New York Diorama
- A Daredevil MOC
- A system robot I made
- Heaps more Bionicle Inspiration Series Episodes on Youtube!
- My Brickvention 2018 build
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Couple final things:
I have a Flickr, take a look if you wish:
www.flickr.com/photos/bencossy/
Also check out my Youtube for weekly videos:
www.youtube.com/user/GreebleGod
And I post pretty much daily on Instagram, so check that out:
Please don´t hesitate with any comments, questions or criticisms...
Till Next Time
See Ya~
Ahh. Finally. A vacation.
I was supposed to go to Gotham to take on this mob boss named "Mr. Freeze" (cheesy, I know), but I ended up here in Star City, home of another archer, the Green Arrow.
Anyways, so here I am, chilling in my hotel room in my costume after a night on the town, and a woman comes bursting through my window. At first she's a streak of red and black, and she pulls out an arrow from her quiver, using her bow to aim it at me.
"Hello, sweetie!"
Cupid.
I roll backwards behind the bed and fumble for an arrow of my own. Placing it on my bow, I aim it at her forehead.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me last time we say each other?"
"Oh, you know I can't help it."
We circle around the room, arrows aimed at each other.
"What do you want?"
"Im here for a bounty on the Green Arrow's head. Know where she is?"
The Green Arrow? Who sent Cupid? And why would anyone send Cupid?
"Listen, I'm just here on vacation."
She raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"Oh? I thought you two knew each other?
"And why would that be?"
"Because you two both..."
"Both..."
"Both have arrows and bows?"
I shake my head in disappointment.
"Oh well. Two birds with one stone I guess."
She launches an arrow at me, and luckily, I narrowly dodge it. I go in for a lunge, with the tip of my own arrow pointed at her. She kicks off the wall and I miss. Using her momentum, she kicks out at my face, and her foot connects with my cheek. I roll backwards and shoot an arrow, this time narrowly grazing her shoulder.
"This fight's gonna have the same outcome as last time."
She shoots an arrow at me, which lodges itself in my right shoulder. My arm, crippled, drops the arrow I'm holding.
"Oh. Sorry, sweetie. I guess it didn't happen the way you thought it would."
She shrugs.
"Sure you don't know where she is?"
I look around, looking for something to disorient her. In the distance, I hear a faint thwip.
"Positive. You hear that?"
"No...What is..."
Just then, a green and black blur smashes through the other window.
"Oh come on! One window is expensive enough!"
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Bit of a weird issue, I know. Believe me. Anyways, this is part 1 of a small crossover I'm doing with Mr. Ham. Hope you enjoy! Plus, photo is much, much blurrier than I expected. Also, expect an app for a new series soon!
~ Zach
thwip! thwip!
Me! Shoot me!
thwip! thwip!
"There you go..."
Oh, shoot my umbrella!
thwip! thwip!
And my program!
thwip! thwip! thwip!
"They seem awfully easy to please."
"I know, I heard they were a very difficult audience."
Here, shoot my purse!
And my phone!
And my anvil!
thwip! thwip!
Can you make the webbing say, 'To Fred, Webfully Yours'?
thwip! thwip!
"You know these webs evaporate in about an hour, right?"
WHAT!?
We wanted these for collectibles!
We were going to put them on PBay!
"This was your idea to come here, Spider Gwen."
"Shh! They'll know my identity."
"Then why call yourself Spider Gwen!?"
"That's only among friends."
"I don't call myself Spider Peter!"
"That's weird."
This is bogus!!
Now I've got sticky webs all over me!
I think I'm webbed to my seat! Help!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
New York City, a nice place. Well, that's what I've been told. The last Spider-Man died, so did his arch nemesis. One year later, here I am. New York's just full of joy for another catastrophe waiting to happen! Third time's the charm, though, right?
I got my powers one day, it's a long story but to make it short... Hydra. That's why I've done this, or, in better words, become this. I decided to stand up for the people who still needed standing up for.
I like to think of myself as some guardian of sorts. Which is also why I like sitting on this crane. A year after the last Spider-Man incident and a good section of the city is still being rebuilt. But I'm not complaining. I like it up here.
In fact, it's right where I want to be.
Suddenly, my sense goes off. This is also hard to explain, this sense of mine, it's like some crazy enhanced sixth sense, so that's cool.
I observe my surroundings for anything suspicious until I'm drawn to the Atlantic Bank, which is a convenient block away. Must be a silent alarm, I don't hear any-
A gunshot rings in the distance, I can only watch as a man runs from the entrance to a getaway car.
I quickly get up on my feet and pull my mask over my head. It's time to do something good.
Without hesitation, I leap from the crane and fall face first towards the street.
The great thing about being me are my web-shooters. I didn't name them, the first Spider-Man did. Nor did I design them, the first guy also did that. With a quick jolt of my arm and a press of a button, web fluid is fired like a bullet towards my intended target. This flag post.
I wondered how the web fluid could shoot hundreds of miles per hour without sounding like a gunshot or a whip cracking. The thing is, this breaks the sound barrier. But Parker's third design fixed that flaw by implementing a silencer. Only to have these webs make one of my favorite things to hear. THWIP!
Police race around the corner to the bank, I wish I could just tell them which car got away but it's clearly weaving through New York traffic and the cops don't yet see that. This is just another reason why they need me.
The yellow sedan which seems to be ripped straight from the 70's sticks out like a sore thumb. Hopefully, this will too.
I let go of the web on the flag pole and continue finding holds to swing on. With nothing else left up high and the car quickly picking up speed, I fire a web at the street light and launch myself forwards. With that, I quickly fire at two buildings. If I get this right, I'm a badass.
The webs absorb my speed as I quickly decelerate and find myself on the road. The sedan? Only seconds away. I stick the webbing together and flip forwards onto the roof of the sedan as it crashes into the web.
Gotcha!
Police quickly close in as I rip off the roof of the car. The driver is out but the passenger sits, petrified with wads of cash in his hands.
Matt Klien: "What in the hell!?"
I grab him by the collar, then quickly raise him up to my eye level. His feet dangle as he struggles to get free from my grip, not yet.
You only have one chance to say something cool... Say something!
Miles: "Like the new get-up?"
Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.
In a mix of embarrassment and courtesy, I lower him back into his seat. His knuckles, white as snow, release wet wads of bills.
Miles: "Didn't work?"
The robber shakes his head slowly. But I know it worked.
Miles: "I'm kinda new..."
Matt: "Figured."
A police car rolls up to the side of the sedan and quickly, a police officer emerges from the vehicle to apprehend the robber--or me.
The officer does a double take on the guy in a leotard on top of a sedan.
Officer: "You new?"
Well, this is surprising.
Miles: "Yeah."
Officer: "Well, thanks for the help, kid."
I stand in silence as I watch other police cruisers stop at the scene.
Officer: "Looks like we've got another Spider-Man, huh?"
I look back as I think of a name. Spider-Man is kinda worn. Amazing Arachnid? No. Spiderling? No. It's almost too late until I respond, only to realize he was asking the robber.
Miles: "How about Spidey?"
The officer looks up at me and nods. This is really a hit or miss day, isn't it?
Matt: "That's dumb."
I look down at the robber and tilt my head to the side.
Miles: "Aren't you arrested?"
A moment of silence ensues until the robber mutters.
Matt: "I plead the first--and the fifth!"
Officer: "Looks like I'll take it from here, Spidey."
I lift my gaze towards the officer, only to see a newfound grin on his face. Then back at the robber. He scowls until I spot the gun he had recently fired in the back. I quickly fire a web at it and pull it back towards me.
Miles: "Well, that could've been bad! Anyways, here's evidence. Have a good afternoon, officer."
I toss the gun at the officer, he fumbles it in his hands until he secures it. I work on scouting a way out. I find a gargoyle on the side of a building, with a quick launch of a web, I salute and ascend into the cityscape.
Maybe third time is a charm.
So if you didn't already know Spider-man is basically my favourite Super Hero, so seeing Spider-man Homecoming was a total joy! What a fantastic movie, totally represented Spider-man so perfectly, Tom Holland nails Peter! The Vulture was probably my favourite MCU villain and so I had to build this awesome scene!
A fair few years ago I made a Star Wars Coruscant MOC that used Micro Scale at the base of the MOC to illustrate distance, I really wanted to repeat that concept once again and this was the perfect MOC to do so, really really happy with how it turned out!
My Vulture Design was very much inspired by this design www.flickr.com/photos/legomichiiiiii/38525421166/in/photo...
Also new stuff that'll be here soon:
- A few more Bionicle MOC's
- My Avengers Battle of New York Diorama
- A Daredevil MOC
- A system robot I made
- Heaps more Bionicle Inspiration Series Episodes on Youtube!
- My Brickvention 2018 build
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Couple final things:
I have a Flickr, take a look if you wish:
www.flickr.com/photos/bencossy/
Also check out my Youtube for weekly videos:
www.youtube.com/user/GreebleGod
And I post pretty much daily on Instagram, so check that out:
Please don´t hesitate with any comments, questions or criticisms...
Till Next Time
See Ya~
Scarlet Spider figure from the new Marvel Legends Rhino baf wave. I'm really happy we finally get a Marvel Legends figure of this guy. It has been long over due.
So if you didn't already know Spider-man is basically my favourite Super Hero, so seeing Spider-man Homecoming was a total joy! What a fantastic movie, totally represented Spider-man so perfectly, Tom Holland nails Peter! The Vulture was probably my favourite MCU villain and so I had to build this awesome scene!
A fair few years ago I made a Star Wars Coruscant MOC that used Micro Scale at the base of the MOC to illustrate distance, I really wanted to repeat that concept once again and this was the perfect MOC to do so, really really happy with how it turned out!
My Vulture Design was very much inspired by this design www.flickr.com/photos/legomichiiiiii/38525421166/in/photo...
Also new stuff that'll be here soon:
- A few more Bionicle MOC's
- My Avengers Battle of New York Diorama
- A Daredevil MOC
- A system robot I made
- Heaps more Bionicle Inspiration Series Episodes on Youtube!
- My Brickvention 2018 build
----------------------------------
Couple final things:
I have a Flickr, take a look if you wish:
www.flickr.com/photos/bencossy/
Also check out my Youtube for weekly videos:
www.youtube.com/user/GreebleGod
And I post pretty much daily on Instagram, so check that out:
Please don´t hesitate with any comments, questions or criticisms...
Till Next Time
See Ya~
Luke Skywalker: BOLD
Darth Vader: Italics
Red Hood: Underlined
Scarlet: BOLD Italics
Spider-Man: Italics Underlined
Luke Skywalker stumbled backwards as the lumbering figure of Darth Vader approached him.
“You should have taken my offer young Skywalker, the Emperor will not be pleased at the trouble you have caused him.”
Their lightsabers clashed as Luke replied,
“I’ll never turn to the dark side, you know this. The light will always triumph.”
Darth Vader threw Luke backwards with the toss of his hand while saying,
“The only triumph we shall see today is-”
Suddenly a shot rang out, and Vader looked down to see a hole in the middle of his chest plate. Without wheezing, he dropped to his knees then collapsed onto his back, dead.
“Father!!”
Luke rushed to Vader’s side as two figures high-fived from behind the latter’s corpse.
“Right through the chest piece! Perfect shot!”
Jason Todd, in his Red Hood outfit and accompanied by Scarlet, walked towards Luke, who asked,
“Why did you do that? I had him! I was going to bring him back to the light.”
“Believe me, we saved you A LOT of trouble.”
“You killed my dad!”
“Wasn’t much of a father though, was he?”
Luke stood up, raising his lightsaber as another figure slid in from the ceiling on a strand of webbing.
“Hey everyone.”
“Now, who are you supposed to be?!”
Spider-Man pointed his web shooters at Luke but did not press them down as he said,
“Thwip Thwip.”
“Ok, everyone stop for a second. How did all of you get here?”
Jason, Scarlet, and even Spider-Man, albeit upside down, shrugged.
“We were on our way back to Gotham, then poof. Guess we won’t be able to help with the war now.”
“I was going to be in my own series then, I don’t know, some hack fraud put me here.”
“Well now what am I supposed to do now? I was going to have Vader help me dethrone the Emperor and topple the Empire!”
Scarlet’s eyes lit up as she exclaimed,
“We can help you!”
“I’m in!”
“Sure, why not. What’s our team name?”
“The FOOLS!”
Then the four FOOLS sprung into action. They went to the Death Star and beat up Emperor Palpatine. Then made sure Han and Leia never had a kid. This is all canon. I know it because I was there.
A fast build that I pumped out the week before I left for Brickfair. I then proceeded to displayed this vig at Brickfair Chantilly 2023
This MOC features Spider-Gwen chasing a criminal through the streets of New York City. Hope you enjoy :)
Oh and those cool printed legs with the teal sneakers. That's a bootleg piece. I try not to use bootleg stuff too much, but man that printing makes the Spider-Gwen figure so so much better.
Enjoy :)
-Titan-Tastic picks up Spider-Pip-
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Okay, time to go.”
Spider-Pip: “Five more minutes...”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Fine, I'll just leave you here then.”
Spider-Pip: “I'm up, I'm up!”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Good, now let's get moving before Doom pulls a Pharaoh.”
Spider-Pip: “I don’t get it. Why is he suddenly letting us go?”
Mr. Titan-tastic: “I know Jeklarr. Underneath the metal husk is a good man. Now follow me.”
Spider-Pip: “Follow you where exactly?”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “The roof, my jet is up there.”
Spider-Pip: “You have a jet?!”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “How do you think I got here? I live in England.”
Oh yeah.
-They reach the roof. Titansi goes to get in his jet and Spider-Pip turns to web away.-
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “I guess this is where we part ways.”
Spider-Pip: “It sure was an awesome team-up. See ya’ later Stretch!”
And thwip away dramatically!
…
Um, and thwip!
…
Why won't it--?
...
I’m out of web fluid.
-Spider-Pip stands still for a moment-
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Um, do you need a ride?”
Spider-Pip: “Please?”
On the jet…
Well, that was embarrassing. I guess on the way I might as well catch up on texts…
Let’s see… Yikes, that is a lot of notifications. A bunch of texts from Fant asking where I went, some texts and a couple missed calls from Harry, probably wondering the same thing…
*Bing!*
And that would be Ned.
-Phil texts Ned back, making some excuse why he couldn’t come, then slams the back of his head against the wall-
Spider-Pip: (mumbling) “Stupid Doom.”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “What’s wrong now?”
Spider-Pip: “Doom made me miss out on spending time with my friends now they all think I ditched them.”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “I’m sorry to hear. That’s the super-life for you.”
Spider-Pip: “I don’t know how you manage to uphold a company and a marriage!”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Dedication, mostly. You gotta’ make a lot of tough choices, you never know when you might make a wrong one.”
Spider-Pip: “Tell me about it… Does not having a secret identity make it easier? ‘Cuz my normal life is starting to suffer big-time.”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Maybe you should lose the secret identity...”
Spider-Pip: “Really?”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “...Once you become a genius, billionaire inventor.”
Oh.
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “Just… keep your friends close. They may not make your problems disappear, but, if they're really your friends, they won't disappear when you're facing problems.”
Spider-Pip: “That's some pretty deep advice. Thanks.”
With the whole secret identity thing, they can't even know about a lot my problems, but I won't mention that now.
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “No problem. Hey, we're coming up on queens this would be your stop.”
Spider-Pip: “Well, see ya’ I guess. And if you're ever in New York again, let me know. We can eat at the original Pepe’s Pizza, or something.”
Mr. Titan-Tastic: “*chuckles* Sounds like a plan. Until we meet again, Spider-Pip.”
===============DOWNTOWN NEW YORK=================
“So that’s how I almost got ‘im. I swear if he didn’t tear my fackin’ legs off I would have stomped the fucka’ to death!”
Otto Octavius stares blankly at Brian Hibbs, better known as The Kangaroo. He is the class of costumed-criminals Otto intends to avoid in this business.
“Well, Mr. Hibbs,” Otto began, “I appreciate your…embracement of your Australian heritage as well as your confidence in applying for a position on my team. However, I would prefer not to associate myself with a man who wears rabbit ears as if he is celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ.”
Yet to lift his metaphorical jaw off the floor, The Kangaroo stared flabbergasted at the eight-limbed man. Otto’s notorious mechanicals arms each let out a chirp, clasping their talons simultaneously. It was almost as if they were giggling at their hosts’s words.
“I’m afraid you will not be earning a position on my team. Thank you for your time. Please leave”, Otto concluded.
Finally, Kangaroo stood from his seat. His cybernetic legs buzzed as he rose, resembling the hind legs of the mammal he named himself after.
“You know what? Fuck you, mate! I won’t take slanda from a wanker who’s name is ‘Docta Octopus’!”.
Otto’s mechanical arms hiss at the man.
“Frankly, Mr. Hibbs’”, he began, “I despise that name quite a lot.”
SHINK.
One of the mechanical arms ejects a blade from the center of its claw, startling The Kangaroo.
“Now that I have your attention, I will not ask you again. Leave”.
The Kangaroo immediately turned and scampered to the door, panting frantically.
“Thank you Mr. Hibbs!”, Otto shouted back with a petty grin, which quickly turned upside down once his guest was out of sight.
Otto sighed in disappointment as he tossed The Kangaroo’s file to the side. He has interviewed a wide array of costumed criminals, but only a handful of applicants have piqued his interest. Forming a team of the deadliest supervillains in New York to destroy Spider-Man once and for all proved to be more difficult than he had expected.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Otto slowly inhaled, filling his chest with as much air as he could before quickly exhaling. He signaled a mechanical arm, which immediately slithered through the air towards the door knob, opening the door. Standing in the doorway was a very battered, sickly-looking man with a duffel bag over his shoulder. Otto is taken slightly off-guard, as he barely recognized the man until he realized his right arm was missing.
“As I live and breathe! Doctor Curtis Connors. Please come in!”
“Hello, Otto”, Curt responded softly as he shut the door, locking it behind him.
“I will admit, you were the last person I thought I would see here. How are you, old friend? You look unwell.”
“I’m not here to join your team, Otto”, Curt sternly clarified.
“Is that so?”, Otto replied sarcastically as a pair of his mechanical arms prepared a cup of tea. “I’m not exactly sure why you have come here then. As you probably already saw, I have a long line of visitors outside and the last thing I need is your other half devouring any potential recruits.”
“I’m here to ask for your help,” Curt announced, dropping a duffel bag onto the ground.
Otto’s left brow peeked above his dimly lit glasses. One of his mechanical arms instinctively places its teacup on its saucer. It investigated the bag, then carefully pinched its zipper, opening it to reveal a pile of cash.
“Curt, what is this?”, Otto inquired.
“I used to consider The Lizard as a physical representation of all of my negative attributes,” Curt abruptly began. “My resentments, my frustration, my insecurities…”
Curt glanced at his amputated arm.
“But it’s become more complicated than that. He is…evolving. He’s become smarter. I can feel his grasp on my psyche growing tighter and tighter and…”
“You want me to help you destroy him”, Otto concluded.
“Yes! This thing has ruined my life! My reputation, my career, my family…”
The sheer thought of his wife and son shatter any composure Curt had when he first entered the room. Tears covered his pupils as he choked on his words.
“Please, Otto,” Curt whimpered. “Take the money. I’ll help you make the cure. We’ll work together, just like old times.”
“You and I remember the ‘old times’ quite differently”, Otto replied. Disgusted at the idea of reminiscing his past, he quickly changes the subject.
“I am sorry Curtis, but my hands are quite full at the moment. All of them, in fact. If nostalgia and your son’s college tuition are all that you have to offer then I am afraid I cannot help you.”
“Otto…he killed Martha.”
“Who did?”
“The Lizard”.
Otto’s left brow raised once more.
“I couldn’t stop him. All I could do was sit behind his eyes and watch as my wife was slaughtered. Slaughtered by me! He broke into my home while she slept…while my son slept and…and…”. Curt’s word’s quickly trailed off, turning into sounds of grief and remorse.
Otto swallowed the lump in his throat. Martha Connors was one of the few people he was quite fond of, and the news of her death at the hands of her own husband rattled even a villain such as himself.
“I do not understand, why would the creature do such a thing?”
“Martha recently discovered a new formula for a cure. His motives have always been solely based on eliminating any threat to his existence. After he got to her, he went after the only other person who knows the formula...”
“Who?”
“Spider-Man.”
The name ignited a primal rage within Otto. Subsequently, it fueled the devious engine within his brain. He raised his tea to his mouth, hiding the eerie grin stretched across his face.
“He almost got him too. I don’t want to put him in any more danger, and you’re the smartest person I know, so I came to you, Otto. I’m afraid…I’m afraid if I turn into him again, it will be the last.”
“I’m flattered”, Otto replied. “But surely the beast intends to finish his mission, no?”
“What…what do you mean?”
“Well, it seems like the reptile and I share a common goal. If he wants to kill Spider-Man, why should I stop him?”
Curt began to panic, resulting in a retort that should have been kept to himself.
“It’s always been about you, Otto. You and your massive ego”, Curt hissed. “Why can’t you just do something good for once? Are you that much of a maniac that you won’t even help an old friend?”
“I like my new friend more.”
THWACK.
With one swift swipe from a mechanical arm, Curt is sent flying across the room into a wall. It cracks on impact, startling the visitors on the other side. He takes one last gasp of air before he begins to convulse and shake. Green scales begin forming at the base of his absent right arm. While the rest of his skin followed, his bones and muscles crack and tear as they shift into different patterns and sizes. Curt’s cries drop several decibels lower while a tail pierces through the skin of his tail-bone. Otto watches attentively, sipping his tea.
Whatever trace of Curt Connors was now absent. What now stood in his place was The Lizard, a massive reptilian creature with the intelligence of his human counterpart. The beast raised its snout upward and licked the air, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. His forked tongue flicks in and out through a slight opening between his fangs.
“Octopussss…”
“Lizard.”
“Why was Connorsss here?”, Lizard asked with a growl.
“He asked me to help relieve him of your presence.”
Lizard scoffed. “How much did he weep?”
“Just enough. Why do you think you are here? I could not listen to him beg any longer.”
“He hasss become desperate coming to you, don’t you think?”
“Indeed. He thought I would fall for his guilt trip, but as you know I am not so easily swayed.”
“Did he tell you?”
“What, how you mauled his wife? Rendering his son a parentless child? Yes, he mentioned it.”
“Did he mention whyyyy?”, The Lizard replied with a snarl.
“Of course, she knew how to get rid of you for good. Along with…a certain someone else.”
“Yesss…the ssspider.”
“Yes. Spider-Man. Connors mentioned you came close to killing him as well?”
“Very clossse…”
“Please, do tell,” Otto implored, taking another sip of his tea.
===================2 MONTHS AGO====================
THWIP.
THWIP.
THWIP.
“I hate quiet nights,” Peter Parker thought to himself as he releases his grip on his previous swing, proceeding into the next. Despite desiring a reality where New York City and the rest of the world are safe from bad people, a crimeless patrol bothers him.
Suddenly, Peter’s emergency communications come online. He immediately web-zips onto a nearby building. Perched on a ledge, Peter places his fingers to his ear, answering a call from Yuri Watanabe. As the captain of the New York Police Department, she is grateful to be able to contact a superhero at a moment's notice.
“Yuri! Talk to me, girl. Everything alright?”
“Spider-Man, where are you?”
“West of 44th. Thought the Tracksuit Mafia would be sneaking around their usual spot but nope. Saw some homeless guy streaking though. Besides that, pretty lowkey night so far.”
“Good. You’re not far from me.”
“Where are you?”
“The Connors residence…”
Peter’s heart plummeted to his stomach.
“I’m on my way”, Peter said, hanging up and leaping in the direction of Curt Connor’s address.
“Me and my big mouth…”
~_~
As Spider-Man drew closer to the Connors’ home, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the neighborhood. He drops from seemingly thin air, landing elegantly on the sidewalk. Police officers and paramedics briefly glance at him with disgust, a look Peter is too familiar with. The one that people give him when they are let down. The one that asks why I wasn’t there earlier. He is approached by Yuri, who gives the other civil servants a nasty glare of her own. She explains the circumstances to Spider-Man, unaware of his alter ego’s close relationship with the Connors family. He tries not to convey too much emotion, but like many, he adored Martha Connors.
“Where’s Billy?”, Peter asked eagerly.
Yuri looked over at an ambulance where Billy Connors sat with her jacket draped over his shoulders. Peter immediately rushed over, sitting next to him on the ambulance’s bumper.
“Hi, Billy,”
“Hi Spider-Man”, Billy responded with a quivering voice.
“Did you call the police?”
Billy nodded his head.
“Good job buddy, you did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
The two sit in silence for a brief moment. Peter’s instinct is to comfort the boy but struggles to find words.
“I should’ve stopped him”, Billy wept, tears streaming down his red cheeks.
“Billy, I know you think you could have changed how the way things happened, but there isn’t anything you could have done. Please don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault buddy. Your dad–”
“That thing is not my dad!”, Billy shouted back, gaining the attention of everyone surrounding them. “Not anymore…”, he muttered, looking away.
Peter sat still for a moment before wrapping his arms around the boy. He gently squeezed Billy as he buried his face into his emblem. After a brief moment, Peter steps off the bumper, kneeling down to Billy’s eye level.
“I’m sorry, Billy”, he said as he wiped off his tears with his thumb. “I will make this better. I promise. All I need you to do is to stay strong for me. Can you do that?”
“I’ll…I’ll try.”
Peter gives Billy one last hug before approaching Yuri, who meets him in the middle.
“Do me a favor and go with him to the hospital? He doesn’t have anyone else”, he asked desperately.
“I can do that, but I also need to do my job. We need to find him while his trail is fresh. Any idea where he could have gone?”
“Where he always goes…”
Peter gestured toward a man-hole in the road. He easily yanks the man-hole cover off with a web, scraping the concrete.
“Be careful’, Yuri said.
“Always”, Peter replied. He leaps into the air and into the hole, closing the hole behind him with the web still attached to the cover.
~_~
Peter hangs cautiously from the ceiling of the sewer. His nose scrunches under his mask. After all these years of fighting in all types of sewers, they all smell terribly the same. And look the same. He worries that he won’t be able to find The Lizard in time.
As if on queue, Peter’s Spidey-Sense blared in his head like an alarm clock. He turns to react, but the dark tunnels disorient his vision, allowing his attacker to slice into his back. The pain is sharp and distracting, but Peter assumes an attacking position.
“You–you were waiting for me, weren’t you? You knew I’d come down here looking for you.”
The Lizard emerged from the darkness, letting out a long hiss that echoed through the sewer tunnels.
“Sssmelled you from a mile away, little ssspider.”
“Me too! I just couldn’t differentiate it between you and the poop-water!”
The Lizard lets out a deafening roar before sprinting full speed at the hero, who leaps backward onto his hands, propelling himself onto the ceiling. Now directly above his foe, Peter launches himself downward, socking The Lizard in the snout. Then, a right hook under his jaw. Then a left one. Then another right one. Then another. Peter barrages him with his fists, discombobulating The Lizard before sending him into a wall with one last right hook.
“You killed her! Your own wife!”, Peter shouted, catching his breath.
“Not *my* wife…”, Lizard mutters. He rips a piece of concrete from the wall beside him and chucks it at the hero. Spider-Man swiftly ducks under it, retaliating by catching the concrete with a web and returning it to its sender. Just before impact, The Lizard splices the rock into pieces with his tail.
“What about Billy?!”, Spider-Man yelled back, dodging between the slices of debris launched back at him.
The Lizard snarled at the mention of Billy Connors. “I did not harm the boy!”, he hissed back.
“You’re right.”, Peter scoffed, “You did much worse.”
The Lizard lunged toward Peter, mouth salivating. He dodges multiple swipes, each swinging through the air with relentless intensity. Peter soon realized The Lizard’s tactic. The beast was trying to exhaust him, like a predator with its prey. And it was working. The Lizard manages to catch the hero off guard, wrapping his tail around his throat. He thrashes Peter around, slamming him into the walls and nearby debris. After several collisions with the concrete, The Lizard dangles Peter in front of his face. Peter’s sticky fingers scratch at the beast’s leathery skin, so much so that it begins to peel off. It doesn’t bother the beast in the slightest.
“What’s wrong, ssspider? Having trouble keeping up? Too fassst for you?”
The Lizard’s grip tightens. Peter gasps for air, struggling to trigger his damaged web shooters. They sputter in The Lizard’s face, annoying him. He grabs Peter’s wrists with one hand and squeezes, crushing his web shooters.
“I’m here to ssstay, ssspider. No one is getting rid of me. Not Connorsss. Not his wife. Not even you…”
The Lizard opens his jaws wide open, raising Peter’s head close between them. His eyes widen as they draw nearer to his face. In a desperate attempt to save his life, Peter grabs The Lizard’s tongue and rips it out of his mouth.
The Lizard releases his grasp on Peter, squealing and gurgling. Peter tries to recover with whatever time he has before his tongue will grow back. Just before his last taste bud reforms, Peter leaps over The Lizard. He stomps one foot at the base of his tail while grasping the end.
“I…am really sick…of this tail…”
In one firm tug, Peter rips off The Lizard’s tail from his body. He lets out a deafening screech before he’s swatted in the face with his own tail, knocking him to the ground.
The two stand across from each other for a moment, bleeding and panting. The Lizard’s removed tail wiggles on the ground before going still. A small nub begins to form on his back, growing into a new tail at an alarming rate. Peter braces himself as The Lizard lunges at him once more, knocking him into the water. The two wrestle underwater, each swinging at slower but still impeccable speeds. The environment makes it difficult for Peter to keep track of The Lizard’s movements and finds himself in his grasp once more.
CRUNCH.
Peter lets out a blood-curdling scream as The Lizard’s jaws sink into his left shoulder. He punches the beast’s snout, but his jaws do not open. Water begins to fill Peter’s lungs. He drives his knee into the beast’s throat, releasing himself from his jaws. Peter then grabs one of The Lizard’s teeth, removes it, and shoves it through his eye.
Peter quickly rushes to the surface, unaware of what direction he was truly going. Out of what he thinks to be pure luck, he erupts through the water. He pulls himself onto the pavement and lies on his back. Immediately trying to salvage any remaining web fluid to cover his wounds and prevent any more bleeding, Peter stares at the blood-stained water, waiting for The Lizard to emerge once again.
===================PRESENT DAY======================
“What then?”, Otto asked attentively. “Did you not heal?”
The Lizard responds with a low rumble.
“Right. Of course, you did. But alas, Spider-Man still got away…”
“He always doesss”, The Lizard murmured.
“Which is exactly why I insist you consider a positon on my team! Think about it, my scaly friend. This one man has prevented us from reaching our goals for far too long. It’s time we come together under a common goal, and kill Spider-Man.”
The Lizard squinted at Otto.
“And, in return, perhaps I will look into finding a way to get rid of your other half…”
The Lizard’s eyes widen.
“Ah, now I have your attention”, Otto proudly announced. “So, what do you think?”
“If I do help you, Connorsss will get in the way. If you destroy Connorsss for me, and we do kill the ssspider, I will tell you hisss name…”
Otto’s brows raised above his glasses while each of his mechanical arms perked up simultaneously.
“You know Spider-Man’s real name? How?”
“Hisss scent. It’sss the same as–”
“Same as who?”, Otto interrupted.
The Lizard grinned, his tongue flicking through the front of his yellow teeth.
“Alright”, Otto pouted. “We have a deal, but only if you answer the call when I’ve found enough members, yes?”
“We shall sssee…”, The Lizard responded, his tail slightly waving.
“Very well. Now, please, tell me how you almost drowned him again. I like that part quite a lot.”
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~Will THE LIZARD accept the offer? Will DOCTOR OCTOPUS finally form a SINISTER team of super-villains to finally destroy SPIDER-MAN once and for all? Find out in the final issue of INTERVIEW WITH AN OCTOPUS: MYSTERIO~
Another build for the East Coast Comics Expo last weekend and again, the simple 60'2 design of Spidey's web shooters have been on my to do list for a long time. Another wearable comic build crossed off.
Might still do Ben Reilly's version someday. It's similar the Widow's bite though...
You know, New York looks pretty peaceful when you’re swinging through it, which I’ve been doing for a couple months now. Amazing to think that this is my life now. To put it simply my name is Peter Parker, and I am the Amazing Spiderman! It’s my last night before spring break is over and all I want is some action, so where can I find some? Suddenly I feel alert, I guess my “Spidey Senses” patent pending, are ringing. Just the thing I’m looking for as I swing from building to building leading me to the source, I let the wind crash against my body as It speeds through the air, there isn’t a better feeling in the entire world.
Empire State University, home to two types of great minds, the old ones teaching, and the new ones learning, funny how my senses led me here, must be something going on, and conveniently the window’s open. Going in I see a bad sign, a K.O.’d guard laying on the floor with a chair next to him.
Now what happened here buddy?" he's out cold, no use in talking to him. Then I hear footsteps coming from the other room, so I fire a web on the ceiling and climb up. Out steps a man in a black suit, and tie with an ID card, a staff member? Then he pulls out a gun as he looks around, so obviously not staff.
“Hey down there, why don’t you put the stolen goods down and we can talk!” He looks up in the air and sees me, quickly he pulls up his gun.
BANG
As I leap from the ceiling to the ground I fire some webbing at his face, but something weird happens, it rips off.
“Hey buddy, it isn’t Haloween for a couple more months” I then fire another web at him, knocking his body back before he can regain his stability. I charge at him with full force, but he knocks me to the ground.
“Listen, I can tell you’re probably a minor from that voice of yours but you’re interfering with business, and I can’t let that slide, no one messes with the Chameleon” he says coldly with a Russian accent. The only thing louder than that in the room is the click of the hammer as his hand pulls it back. Realizing I only have a couple seconds to act I pull my fingers back while bringing them up, it’s a race against time web shooter vs gun so who’s gonna fire first.
THWIP
BANG
The crook’s hand is knocked up as he fires his pistol, it's ejected from the gun and sent flying over my head, still a close call, the webbing on his hand stunned and distracted him long enough for me to charge into his chest. Normally a 15 year old kid couldn’t do that, but I’m no normal 15 year old kid, probably because of the super strength and wall crawling. The crook raises his free hand to try and fight me off pushing me up, but the webbing on his other hand stops him from doing much. I pounce into his chest while webbing his legs. Then he starts throwing haymakers as he panics so I back up.
“Wow looks like Mr.Ruskie is a little angry why? What did you not get enough Vodka?” then I leap onto him, knocking the wind out and giving me enough time to let my web shooters tie this situation up.
“DAMN YOU AMERICAN KID, YOU’VE MAD A POWERFUL ENEMY, I’LL GET Y-”
THWIP
“Sorry Mister Chameleon but the only way for you to shut up was to web you up, now I hope you clear everything up for the police, okay?” I slink through the window and swing away, glad to have some last action, now it’s time to get back to the normal stuff but first I got to get past Aunt May.
Once I’m in Queens get changed into casual clothes like jeans and t shirt and walk in. I don’t see her right away so I go to the kitchen, bills are pilled as usual it pains me to see but there’s not much we can do. Ever since Uncle Ben died we haven’t had much extra income and money’s been tight but I don’t know what do to.
“Peter, are you downstairs?”
“Yeah May, just got home” she walks down the stairs and hugs me, she looks tired probably from seeing all those bills.
“I got some chicken and rice I can make, it’ll be done soon.”
“Thanks May, love ya” I walk into my room and put the Spidey suit away. I lay on my bed and let out a deep breath. Tomorrow school starts again and my schedule’s cramped once more. On the bright side I get to see my friends again, and more importantly Liz Allen, I had some luck with her last year but I think this might be where I get lucky. Overall life’s pretty great, I got some good friends, a loving Aunt, and most importantly I was gifted these great powers to become the “Amazing Spiderman.”
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So that was part one, hoped you enjoyed, now as this is my first story in a while and first Spidey story I'd like to get your guy's input on what you liked, didn't like and anything you'd like to see in the future like plots, minor details, characters to see what ideas I should use first. Anyways thanks a lot guys and as always take care.
“GET OFF ME!” yells billionaire inventor Norman Osborn, as he hovers hundreds of feet above ground, but just seconds away from a gruesome and quick death.
“Well Norman, if I let you go at this height I don’t think there would be much of you left” the man laughs manically while flying sifting through the New York air.
“So Mister Genius inventor, can your Oscorp Flight Tech do this?” he says mockingly before spinning around in the air much to Norman’s displeasure.
“TOOMES PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!”
“I’m not Toomes, after all you gave me my new name, VULTURE AND THERE’S NO ONE HERE TO SAVE YOU NOW!”
THWIP
“What!” The “Vulture” turns around to see me webbed onto his back.
“Spiderman, I thought you were just a myth to scare thugs!!”
“The press can sure say a lot of stuff that isn't true but what benefit would they get from lying about Spiderman...don't answer that.”
“Your problems aren’t my matters boy, this is business!” He does a stunning midair 180 knocking me off his back and into the air.
“You don’t got to yell all of your sentences” I say jokingly, even if the stakes are high. I couldn’t handle Harry loosing his dad like I lost Uncle Ben, so I have to make sure that doesn’t happen.
“PUT OSBORN DOWN, IF YOU LET HIM DIE WHAT HAPPENS TO HIS FAMILY!”
“I though you told me not to yell!” then he starts to accelerate but not before I can latch on again. He starts trying to shake me off as I climb up the rope and then I get right by his back I slap a tracker onto his suit and start trying to bring him down. Then suddenly he regains control and thrusts me up as I go flying into the air I’m saved by a nearby building which I land on the side of and sling away from.
After a near death experience like that I have to get back on my feet and catch the Vulture, because he’s become more of a pain then I thought he’d be. Before I can catch the Vulture I need to make sure Harry is okay.
“Hey kid” I say from the top of the Oscorp building to Harry, still on the balcony.
“Woah Spiderman, the guy that took my dad went that way!” he says with a worried expression on his eyes.
“I know, he almost knocked me from the air to the street a couple minutes ago” quickly I think of a lie to explain why I’m not here for Harry that Spiderman can say.
“Your friend Peter, he’s trying to track the Vulture and with his luck I can find him again. Before I chased him I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Thanks Spiderman” he says as I begin to leave. I check the tracker I have, honestly this thing Is a godsend and it’s thank to that Antman guy. I accidentally ran into him once and he was kind enough to give me this as a gift and I’ll need it more than ever now. I speed through the New York skyline, passing by skyscrapers filled with people all staring at me.
This world is crazy, it all changed when Captain America appeared in WW2 and since then the world hasn’t been the same. But right now the one to focus on and that is catching the Vulture.
Spider-Man gracefully flew out of the air vent from the side of the NYPD building and quickly swung up to the top of a nearby building. He then sat down, his legs hanging off the sides. He sighed and his eyes fixed on the atmosphere around him. The city was coated in a sheet of grey and the lights of numerous buildings brightened as the sky became darker. A raindrop gently tapped his head and he looked up. Another drop hit his cheek and slowly trickled down his face. The few drops started to turn into a gentle drizzle.
He stretched his arms the sky and felt a large crack tingle down his spine. He let the rain fall upon him. The interaction with Gwen’s father still wandered his mind. No, it was Gwen. His mind was always filled with Gwen. It was his fault she was in pain. He had hurt the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
He removes the sunflower bracelet from his suit and stares at it wistfully as the guilt ricocheted about his mind. He collapsed onto his back, the rain hitting his suit and soaking his body. His lip quivered as he closed his eyes. The look on her face tormented him. He had let her down. Again and again, time after time. He swallowed hard, tears filling his eyes. His body started to tremble as guilt raging inside of him rose. The cluttered thoughts of his mind stopped as he heard a pair of boots land behind him. His eyes flickered rapidly and his vision cleared, the tears subsiding.
Spider-Man: Carol! You got my text.
Spider-Man turned around to find a boot in his face. This knocked him off the building and caused him to lose consciousness momentarily. The sunflower bracelet flew from his hand and drifted in the sky next to him
His eyes flashed open seconds before hitting the ground. He stabilized himself and landed on three limbs and rolled, skidding to a halt 15 feet away from the building. He spots the sunflower bracelet midair and fires a web, keeping it safe on a nearby wall.
???: Spider-Man!
Spider-Man looks up to a hooded figure standing on the edge of the building
Spider-Man, whispering: So much for my plan.
???: I wish to-
The familiar thwip of Spider-Man’s webs stopped the booming of the hooded man’s voice.
Peter takes the opportunity to launch himself back up to the building as the hooded man rips the webs off his face.
???, his face now slightly reddened: I only wish to talk you Spider-Man.
Conflicted, Spider-Man loosens his posture and lets out an angry growl
Spider-Man: Why should I listen to a psycho like you?
???: Psychotic? No no no, that is far from the truth Spider-Man.
Spider-Man: Then why have you been killing people, hm?
Normal people don’t go about their day doing such a thing.
The man lets out a coarse, yet emotional laugh
???: I will not disagree with the last statement, but I do not murder.
I purge and purify this city of its worst filth.
My mission is to remove the tumors of society.
All of them, starting with this beautiful city.
With the last few words, he removes his hood.
Spider-Man observes the man. Late thirties, sizeable facial hair, and slightly long, black hair.
Sergei Kravinoff: I, Sergei Kravinoff, Kraven the Hunter, will accomplish the greatest hunt the world has ever seen. Starting from the bottom, all the way to the top. I will accomplish what you and any authority could ever possibly have imagined. I will make this world perfect.
Spider-Man, sighing: You’re right, I would and could never dream of doing that.
If you haven’t noticed, no one has to die.
There are systems in place-
Sergei Kravinoff: How idiotic can you be!?
The systems fail over and over.
Ever wonder how the All Mighty Kingpin is still in business?
Corruption Spider-Man, corruption is the one and only answer.
And there is only one way to fix it.
He draws a black short sword from his belt and takes an oblong shaped shield off his back
Sergei Kravinoff: I could use an ally Spider-Man, but if you shall deny my offer…
He raises the sword to Spider-Man’s chest and twists his hand, gently touching the middle of his breasts
Sergei Kravinoff: You will not take me in as you did to my brother.
A chill runs down Spider-Man’s spine.
He had his suspicion when he first said his name, but this confirmed it.
This was the brother of Dmitri Kravinoff, otherwise known as the Chameleon.
The man that encouraged and shaped Peter to what he has become
As he comes back into reality, he focuses on Sergei and his lenses narrow
Sergei Kravinoff: *Sigh* I’ll take that as a no.
Spider-Man backflips, landing ten feet away from his opponent and within seconds Sergei had already closed the gap. Quickly, Spider-Man aims for Sergei’s mouth and fires, but the man simply cuts the webbing into two parts. He then lunges forward slashing a small cut into his bicep. Reeling in pain, Spider-Man dodges to the side and fires two more shots. Sergei struggles as Spiderman accomplishes his goal of getting Sergei's’ sword above his head. He takes the opportunity to fire another web, which makes direct contact with the flat of the blade. Sergei loses control of his weapon and growls. Spiderman slides underneath Sergei at the last minute and webs his shield to push it close to his chest. He then jumps off and roundhouse kicks the shield into the top of Sergei’s back and the lower portion of his head.
Sergei hit the ground hard and dazed, but shuttered awake when Spider-Man began to web him down. With a loud roar, he rips himself from the ground and stands up triumphantly, webs blowing in the breeze on his arms. He charges at Spider-Man, wildly, yet calculatingly swinging at the wallcrawler. Spider-Man dodges effectively, but soon gets exhausted. His Spider-Sense could only save him for so long against a trained fighter such as Sergei. Even in anger, Sergei was calculated. Peters breathing becomes shallow and he trips, panic starting to take over. Pain pricked his calf and pain flowed up his body when Sergei struck. Sergei brought his palm to Spider-man's chin, sending him sailing down to the ground with a thud. Sergei lifted his sword to deliver the final blow, a triumphant face staring down at Spiderman.
Peter rolled onto his stomach and spun, knocking Sergei to the ground.
Spider-Man stood up, exasperated. Blood oozed from several areas and his body ached. He stumbled over to the now barely conscious Sergei and kicked the sword away from Sergei’s hand. The metal shrieking against the concrete as he did so. He collapsed to his knees above Sergei and tiredly rose his fist. Peter contemplated what Sergei had said. He was right. Spider-Man could easily end this now and the world would never have to worry about Sergei Kravinoff ever again, but something stopped him. Peter looked at the lacerations on the unconscious body and shuddered. He knew it was wrong, even with all of the pure rage boiling inside of him.
He threw his head back and began to sob. All the emotions pouring out at once.
Tear by tear, the anger and sadness surged out of him. He stood up and limped towards the edge of the building.The pouring rain beat against his raw wounds and the adrenaline wore off.
He winced and jumped, retrieving the piece of metal that encompassed his love. The sunflower.
I'm really starting to feel helpless right now. I'm just swinging hoping I see where that creep took MJ. I have got to be ready to face him again, he made Shocker look like a clown, well Shocker already kinda’ looked like a clown, but you get the point. Even if I do find him I'll be in trouble, but what's even worse is if-
*SHREEEIIIK*
Spider-Pip: “Yaaugh!”
-The Vulture comes out of nowhere, colliding with Spider-Pip-
...If he finds me!
Spider-Pip: “Ya’ know, Vulture, you're really becoming a pain in the, well, everywhere.”
Alright, that's enough chatter now I oughta focus on not going splat.
-Spider-Pip saves himself by slowing his fall with a web and landing safely on a lamppost-
Spider-Pip: “Alright, Flappy Bird, where’s the girl?”
Vulture: “She's safe. Although, I can't say the same for you!”
-The Vulture shrieks again as he divebombs toward Spider-Pip-
Spider-Pip: “Yikes!”
Okay, my priority right now is to find MJ. Or should I defeat Vulture first? Man, this is a lot more complicated than fighting Shocker was…
-Spider-Pip swings around the corner of a building nearly being sliced by Vulture’s wings-
I really should make sure I know where MJ is first. If Vulture is being cliché, she's probably on a ledge or on top of some tower, that's where I'll check first. I just need a good vantage point.
-The Vulture speeds above Spider-Pip, cutting his thread-
Right, I should probably lose this jerk first.
-Spider-Pip let's loose another thread and swings into an alleyway-
A dumpster to the face oughta’ do the trick.
The Vulture: “You're upsetting me, Insect. Not a wise choice.”
Spider-Pip: “Aw, are you feeling down-*hngh*-in the dumpster?”
-Mid-sentence, Spider-Pip webs a dumpster and flings it on top of his attacker-
Nice. But that won't hold him long I gotta hurry and find MJ.
-He goes and scales the closest skyscraper-
Man, what a view. If there wasn't a bird monster hunting me this might actually be enjoyable. I don't know why I thought I would be able to see MJ from here... Wait, no way. Is that her all the way over there on top of the Oscorp building? Great Scott, it is. I better get over there, fast! But how?… There is one thing I could try.
-He leaps down to the roof, backs up, gets a running start, and leaps off the building-
I can't believe I'm doing this.
-He free falls a for a few seconds waiting for the perfect time to...-
*Thwip!*
-His webline attaches to the Top of a distant skyscraper, bringing him into a wide swing that brings him nearly all the way to the Oscorp building-
Here goes nothing.
-To close the gap he lets go at the right time and lets momentum take him right to his destination-
Woah, that was awesome.
MJ: “You're here!”
Spider-Pip: “Good, you're safe.”
MJ: “Define safe.”
Spider-Pip: “Miss, leave the quipping to me.”
MJ: “How'd you manage to beat that Vulture creep?”
Spider-Pip: “Uhhhh... Well...”
-The Vulture comes to a landing on the roof-
Spider-Pip (Without turning): “Define beat.”
====Billings' Penthouse====
*The first thing that she thought of was "He doesn't deserve this". The second was "Christ that stench is potent" and her third thought was "Jesus this costume's tight". She was in his apartment, Spellbinder's, the best selling author. The very idea he could be adored sickened her. The place was enormous, there were strong oak bookshelves, a white, clean kitchen (evidence *he* never cooked), hell, even a hot tub, tiled in black and white slabs. The scented candles stunk up the place, probably to cover up something worse, and of course there were copies of that stupid book everywhere. She'd read a few pages, out of curiosity, none of it good. Several supervillains hadn't hesitated to call her all manners of names. She doubted his copy would give her husband much solace, even if Ten had meant well. Again she strained to move, a consequence of wearing the old suit, but it couldn't be helped. Twag and his goons had taken her newer gear when they attacked the house and raided the cave. How she wished Twag was here now. If only so she could torture him. Mercilessly. Soon, she thought. She just needed the right- Billings. He'd at last emerged from the bedroom, he had glanced her briefly and was now wearing his supervillain garb. Hideous, not unlike the man himself*
Billings- -You must be the stripper I ordered. Just make yourself at home won't- You. Times are tough are they?
Miranda- I'm not a stripper Billings.
Billings- Your legs say otherwise.
Miranda- It's an old costume.
Billings- Don't doubt it, very risqué. What's this about, Legs? Want me to sign a copy?
Miranda- I want to know your source
*Billings' sneer vanishes. In a way Miranda was glad, if she had to put up with any more misogynistic bullshit from him, she'd kill him herself*
Billings- Don't you bug buggers exchange notes?! I already had your husband come visit me in August.
Miranda- My husband?
Billings- Yeah, playing Batman in a black suit.
Miranda- Billings you idiot, that wasn't Drury!
Billings- Idiot! Idiot indeed. You can't just walk into my home and insult me! Me!
Miranda- Your source.
Billings- It doesn't matter Legs, she's dead isn't she?
Miranda- Dead- Pike? Pike gave you those files?!
*It all led back to Twag. He hadn't just sent The Wasp to frame Drury, he had been giving Pike details on him, information she gave to Billings. Just what she needed, another conspiracy against Drury*
Billings- Yeah! And I hope she's rotting in Hell for the trouble she put me through. I don't expect to be assualted here! This is my safe space, my hidey hole! To have a black suited insectophile attack me, Walker or not, is disgust-!
*Thwip*
Miranda- Billings-?
*Billings. Shit*
Billings- Fucking help me! It's-! It's-! Spider-Man?!
LaMonica- I'll take that as compliment, eh?
*Who the- Well, he's certainly not Eric Needham*
====Arkham Asylum====
*Hugo Strange is in his office, a cup of tea at his side. He's rereading some old patient reports. Interesting, he thinks to himself. Very interesting indeed. His train of thought is nearly broken by the loud rapping at his door. He growls, annoyed by this unwelcomed disruption*
Guard- Sorry to disturb you Professor-
Strange- Just get on with it Captain.
Guard- Of course... There's been an incident..
Strange- Of what variety?
Guard- Three inmates never returned to their cells after lunch. Lynns, Walker and-
Strange- Yes?
Guard- Paul Dekker.
*Interesting, thought Strange once more. Very interesting*
====Lunchtime=====
Inmate- Great show today Paulie!
Dekker- Oho! If you think that was good, tune in next week, I'll have Two-Face in tears haha!
Amygdala- Your lunch Mr Dekker
Dekker- Ahh thank you Aaron! Oh that looks good!
Amygdala- Made it myself!
Dekker- Well, aren't you a resourceful little one. One moment please. Drury! Drury Walker!
*Drury and Gar walk cautiously over to Dekker*
Gar- Yeah?
Dekker- Garfield, wait your turn. Drury, it does my heart good to see you. You heard today's show, yes?
Drury- Yeah, yeah, very nice, listen how many people normally listen to it? Anyone across the bay?
Dekker- Anyone across the bay? Oh Drury, Drury, Drury, where have you been? It's the talk of the town- paper Aaron, see?
*Drury looks at the newspaper, clutched in Amygdala's hand, and there it is, an article on Dekker's radio show, dated around the same time he got arrested. Figures. But the ratings are indeed good, great in fact, and a plan has started to form in that brain of his*
Drury- Do you have to book in advance for these?
Dekker- Well, of course, I have *hundreds* of requests each day! Why do you ask? *You* don't want to appear so you? Haha!
Drury- Actually, I kinda do.
*Dekker freezes. It takes Drury aback, seeing him speechless like that. Gar mutters in his ear*
Gar- You sure Drury? I share a cell with him, you don't want to spend time with him alone.
Drury- I am Gar. Trust me.
Dekker- I don't know... I've scheduled Harvey in for next week.
Drury- Well, why wait, why not today?
Dekker- ... today-?
*Drury nods. Dekker ponders for a second, twirling his moustache, Gar and Drury look at him in anticipation, then, frowning, Dekker looks up*
Dekker- No.
*No? thought Drury. No? Why not? He and Dekker weren't exactly close, like most sane people he knew when to keep his distance but all the same, he thought he could count on the man to help him out, so he could get out the legal way, so he could see his family*
Drury- Dekker-
Dekker- I said no, Norbert, good day!
*And like that, the man stormed off, Gar and Drury exchanged another look, this time of suspicion*
Drury- Norbert-?
====Now====
*This was hardly the first time Paul Dekker found himself tied up. It wasn't even the first time he had found himself hanging upside down, The Bat had certainly seen to that. But, for once this was the first time he was afraid. Not of his assailants; Killer Moth, Firefly... children. Handsomely un-handsome children. No, he was afraid of what might happen. What may already be happening. Because he blurted out something he shouldn't have. Oh how he cursed those drugs of his! He ought to quit, maybe it'll stick this time*
Dekker- This is a mistake, surely Drury?
Drury- Shut up. What do you know about Norbert?
Dekker- Hmm?
Drury- You called me Norbert today, why?
Dekker- Drury, Norbert, they sound so similar no?
Gar- Cut the horseshit, what the hell do you know? And please, answer carefully... I hear a hint of some kind of pass, you're dead
Dekker- Nor. Bert. Norbert. What *do* I know?
Gar- I'm warning-!
Dekker- No flair for the dramatics Garfield? I thought you'd understand?
Drury- What do you know about Norbert?!
Dekker- Everything you insensitive butthole! I worked on the damn project that created him! Created the Killer Wasp! And the funny thing? I'm not even the only one!
Strange- No. He isn't. Good evening gentlemen
Leaping from wall to wall, I follow Black Cat. She's dashing through these long hallways pretty quickly. I lose track of how many lefts and rights we've taken, as I come across these big wide doors. They are already wide open, as I land on the ground and start walking through. Where'd she go? As I start scanning the room, my spider sense starts to ring. I'm not able to react in time, as she gets the drop on me. As I'm turning around, her foot collides with my face, and I fall down to the ground. No surprise here, but she does a backflip, and lands on her feet. She pulls out a canister, and sprays around her. Lasers appear, and one is an inch from my face. I leap up and onto the wall nearby. Black Cat leaps up onto the second level, and through the laser field, and grabs a set of files.
"I'll be taking that.." With a thwip, I pull the files towards me. My webs narrowly miss the lasers, and I grab the files with my right hand.
"Awwh don't be like that.. What if we split the take? Could be a force to be reckoned with if we teamed up."
"As tempting as it is with current money problems, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. You know how it is.. With great power, comes great responsibility. Or maybe you don't. I don't know."
"You sure like to ramble on and on. Fine by me though, as it makes things easier for me." She nimbly makes her way through the lasers, and jumps at me, with what looks to be claws extending from her fingers. I raise my feet up, but she uses the opportunity to bounce off my feet, grabbing the file in a quick instant, and pulls out a gun. She fires it at the wall furthest away from me. The rope retracts into the gun as she propels herself to the wall. It's then that I hear a loud crashing sound. Looking up, I see the glass of the skylight roof fall down to the ground. The alarm sounds, and a figure repels down to the ground, and disconnects from the wire. The figure moves up the stairs to the second level of the room, and notices the files aren't there.
"Where are they?" I hear the figure yell out. This voice is also feminine.
"Man, another one? What is it? National stealing day?"
"Looking for these?" Black Cat waves the files as she lands on the ground.
Other Thief: "My employer is paying me a lot to get these files. Hand them over Kitty Cat. Otherwise, things will turn ugly."
BC: "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."
"Another competitor of Roxxon? But who?"
"Like I would tell you, hero boy." She pulls out something from her belt, and throws it at Black Cat. That side of the room illuminates, as the flash bang goes off.
"Hero boy? Really? That's the best you can come up with?"
"Aghh!" Black Cat drops the files, and I shoot out a web, pulling it towards me. The other thief quickly pulls out a knife, and cuts the line before it reaches me. I leap off the wall onto the ground. Weaving through tables and chairs, she and I dash for the files, as Black Cat regains her senses. I just got to buy some time before the authorities show. Shouldn't be too hard. She just barely reaches the file, and runs for the door. Leaping over her, I attach my web to her helmet, and pull down as I land. She catches herself before she falls flat on her face, but it was enough for her helmet to come off. Not shocking, but I have no idea who she is. She sweeps my legs, and makes a break for it. Black Cat tackles the other girl, and grabs the files. They exchange blows, each getting good hits off. They seem to be evenly matched. Suddenly, the thief tries to get up, and slips, much like I did earlier tonight. Hmm, one time, ok sure whatever.. But now it's happened twice. Maybe the Cat actually has powers of some sort? Black Cat takes the opportunity to grab the files. She ends up doing some weird parkour like movement to get up to the second level, before shooting her claw gun up and over the skylight, on the roof. She seems to be making some sort of face at me, as I can see movements in the mask. The other girl grabs her helmet, and puts it on. She then attaches herself to her repel wire, and repels up, as the police come through the doors.
"Why is it that I'm the only one left for them to see.. Now they'll think I'm the criminal.." I jump on, and then off the wall, towards the ceiling. Attaching my swingline, I swing myself up and over, onto the roof. The police shoot at me while I'm doing this. They being terrible shots, miss me each time. Once I land on the roof, I notice both of the thieves diving off the side of the building, with Black Cat in front. I run to the side they're on, and go into diving position before I dive down. I see Black Cat attach her clawline to a different rooftop, making her getaway. The other thief uses her wire line. As I get to the perfect height to attach my swingline, I go to press the trigger. Nothing's happening. C'monn.. I just here this clicking sound. Out of cartridges? Can't be, I restocked before I left.. Must of jammed. Really has the worst timing in the world to screw up on me.