Chapter 9
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9. Back In Red And Blue
- Summary -*
10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
Act 2* (Thanks SoldierOfTheSea)
Back* *In Red And Blue*
- AWeek Later - SpiderMan - 07:30AM -
SpiderMan was perched on the corner of a rooftop, his mask rolled halfway up to expose his mouth and part of his nose, as strawberry jam oozed out of the doughnut he sank his teeth into. He chewed on the sugary, flavoured goodness, licking up every bit of jam as he bit into the dough, chewing the soft-textured food. Peter thought about the events of the past week, while surveying the scenery below him. The sun shone a bright light over him and the city, sticking out in the blue skies just like a night light. Of course, everybody got on with their lives, just like normal, and Spidey's reputation was in fact, still torn. But he had to deal with this, and he did so very well, avoiding as much conflict with the police as possible. He chewed the final part of his jam doughnut, then swallowed it. He rolled down the last of his mask, until his classic face was worn once more.
"Damn," Peter started, "That always hits the spot…"
Peter sighed as he thought about other things; "It's been a week since Felicia… disappeared… No sign of her anywhere. No clues, nothing."
He stood up on the edge of the roof, then leaned his body forward, until gravity finally took control, pulling him off the ledge and into a dive. The
web-slinger fired a white line of webbing right onto one of the Bugle's billboards, and he swung from it, using his G-force to create momentum as he shot back up into the air via a corkscrew. His ears pained hearing Jameson's grouchy, throaty voice through the billboard, once again shaming SpiderMan's name, particularity happy most of the city was behind him on that note. The wind whistled as Peter zipped and whipped through the New York City skyline, traversing by web, rooftop, or vast leaps in the air.
"Feels… kinda weird…" Peter whispered to himself as he vertically ran on the side of a building, extending his arms and slingshotting himself off into the open sky.
"…Back in red and blue, after all this time… But," Peter spun another web, firing one perfectly onto a flagpole as he swung through the breeze of January. "It's pretty damn nostalgic."
He swung for another couple of minutes, his left hand web-shooter running out of fluid, from which he stuck to right-hand swinging and web-zipping for a while.
"But then again," Peter immediately and frantically spoke, after pressing down on his web-shooters only to find out they were both empty. He uncontrollably fell through the air, his suit and body beating against the wind as Peter rapidly pulled out a cartridge of web fluid from his belt under his shirt, refilling his right web-shooter.
"…Being in black means I don't have to worry about this all the time!" Peter spat out as he fired a web line, which only managed to barely break his fall as his web connected with a building. It was too late, and the hero rolled in pain as his body skidded with dust powdering up, after making contact with the ground in the middle of a busy road. Peter pained and shook his head, slowly making his way to his hands and knees.
"Ouch," he mumbled, slowly getting up to a higher stance, cracking his back up to a straighter position. Suddenly, his spider-sense warned him of a danger to his left and he turned his head to the horn of a speeding truck. Peter's eyes widened behind his mask and without a second thought, Peter cartwheeled to the side, but as he landed, he used the momentum to spring
to the pavement. Peter filled his final shooter, all while sprinting down the street, dodging and weaving through terrified citizens.
"Sorry!" he said, accidentally knocking someone over as he rushed, having finally refilled his web-shooter.
"SpiderMan here, coming through!" he frantically said, scaring a large group of pedestrians as he launched himself off the ground, rocketing to the sky as he pulled himself up via webbing. Of course, Peter's recent personality change as SpiderMan did confuse the public, however it did not completely negate their negative opinions on him.
The wall-crawler surveyed the city for a good couple of hours, stopping a couple of crimes along the way.
- Black Cat - 11:30AM -
The feline had gone into hiding, spending her days planning and plotting against the wall-crawler whilst in the lair. She frowned as she sat idle on a wooden chair in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other as she sharpened her claws against sturdy material. She sighed, looking over to her employer with a disappointed, impatient expression on her face.
"So?" Felicia inquired, removing her right leg from her left, sitting in a straight position. She tilted her head as she awaited an answer.
"Almost," her mysterious employer stated, who signaled an employee dismissed. "Since you blew your cover, this is probably the best chance we've got, Hardy. Another day, and the drug should be complete."
Felicia sat there staring at him for a while, but then she looked down at the ground. "Why can't we just attack him now? He's already lost the black suit; you're more than capable."
"Because, Miss Hardy, Parker knows us all too well," her employer said with a smirk, as he walked away from Felicia, and into a research station.
Felicia's sudden shock on him knowing Peter's identity made her sharply look up at him, and her lips twitched but she saw he was long gone before she could say anything. The cat burglar jumped off her seat and stood, naturally swaying her hips as she left the lair, and came out in the open subway. She leaned against the construction, stretching with her arms in the air as she arched her back behind her, allowing the breeze to whip past her hair. She sighed, then looked down, feeling tense that she couldn't do a thing against Peter. Nobody to lash her anger out against. She was sorrowful, depressed and angry all at once. She shed a tear thinking about her father, which she let stream freely down her face. Her neck tightened and her jawline clenched, her facial muscles tense as more tears came down, dripping off her face, either landing and running down her leather suit, or hitting the ground. Her light tears turned into heavy sobbing, as she slid her back down the construction, until she sat with her face in her knees, muffling her crying as she was left in her thoughts.
- Symbiote - 12:30PM -
There it lay buried several meters beneath the underground, lying weakly and painfully without a human host. Believe it or not, miniscule amounts of oxygen managed to seep through the cracks, affecting the symbiote. The weakened symbiote, in fact, was buried inside the cooled concrete that it's recent host had tipped in with the safe. Of course, Peter did drop in a web-bomb too, but the adhesive dissolved into the surrounding concrete days ago. The safe also lay firmly planted in the concrete, but, last time, the symbiote was also in a vial. This time, however, it freely bounced around inside the container, attempting to move it and weaken the concrete around it. As time went on, the symbiote's pace did slow, as it gradually became weaker. Nothing lethal, however.
Peter does not see it, yet, does he? He is still just an ignorant child. I was unwillingly torn from his body, torn from our bond. Only, we were permanent. We ARE permanent. Some part of me still remains with him, even if he does not notice it yet. He wouldn't - it's undetectable… And I need to be whole again. We will die if our seperation keeps up. We NEED eachother , Peter.
- Black Cat - Meanwhile, 12:30PM -
The feline watched as her employer returned with an all-too-familiar enemy of SpiderMan, who was still dressed in prison uniform. He wore an unfamiliar, strange device on his back, which looked to be electronic, and it looked to be firmly planted and attached to his backbone.
"Thanks for the bail, chief," the tall prisoner said, in a deep, angry voice.
Mystery man replied with a simple nod and smirk, but was far more concerned, or more accurately curious, with the exterior device running down along the spine of his new accomplice. Having taken notice of this, the ex-prisoner replied, "Genetic stabiliser. It's the one thing they let me keep from my suit; without I die."
The boss man said in response, "Yes, Mac. I suppose that makes sense."
"Hey, you know I prefer Scorpion!" Mac Gargan spat out, acid in his voice.
His employer watched him for a few minutes then smiled coldly, replying, "Speaking of which, I think you're long overdue for an upgrade."
As if on cue, Felicia whipped in from a research station, dropping silently in between Gargan and the boss, holding out an injection.
"It's done," she said plainly, handing it over to the boss man.
Mac Gargan watched curiosly as the dark-red-headed boss approached him with the injection. Maintaining his cold and steely look, the boss, with a good amount of human speed and force, jabbed the needle into Gargan's neck, who winced in surprise and mild pain. The boss kept it there, holding it with his index and middle finger, as his thumb pushed down on the piston, emptying the contents of the injection into Gargan's bloodstream. Once the injection tube was emptied and the piston was all the way in, the boss removed the needle from Gargan's body, a little fluid dripping from the entry point on his neck.
Mac Gargan fell to his knees as he rubbed the injection site with two fingers. "Argh! What have you-"
Mac was cut off when he felt a sensation in himself. All the non-human parts of his human-looking body went on fire, his powers greatly amplifying. He felt his muscles ache as his hands fell to the ground, the fluid doing its job. Felicia watched with her eyes wide and mouth half-open, while the boss stood with a straight face as he watched the work take place. Gargan's muscle mass greatly increased, and he breathed heavily and began to sweat. The scorpion genes and powers in Gargan took greater control over his body, the power becoming dominant over the human part, although Gargan kept his human mentality and the little sanity he had left. The struggling criminal clenched his teeth as sweat dripped off his nose, until his pain resided into an addictive, stimulating sensation. In time, Gargan gained his bearings and got to his feet.
Felicia was awestruck at the transformation/amplification, seeing it firsthand for the first time. She glanced at Mac Gargan, who was clearly excited, as he checked himself out.
The boss broke the minutes of silence, and said to him, "So, scorpion, how to you feel? I suppose you'd love to test out the amplifications."
"Hell yeah, boss!" Mac replied with a sinister, toothy smile.
- Peter Parker - 01:35PM -
The hero walked out of a sandwich store, not as SpiderMan, but as Peter Parker. He had a toasted sub sandwich in hand, which he was delightfully munching on. The ten inch sub had toasted Italian bread, with spicy, flavourful chicken tikka as the main filling. It was covered in melted cheese, the chicken resting on cool lettuce, with onions, olives, jalapenos, sweet corn and peppers, with strips of bacon on top. Inside, the sandwich bread had been slathered in mayonnaise. As Peter bit into the sandwich, he enjoyed and savoured every burst of flavour that melted into his tongue, chewing slowly as he ate the bomb of flavour. Peter walked down the street as he enjoyed his mouth-watering lunch, avoiding bumping into any walking pedestrians.
"Oh," Peter said with his mouth full, swallowing the contents, "That's still the best sandwich in the city…"
He managed to devour the whole thing just in time, before he heard screaming coming from behind his back as people rushed past him. Everything went slow-motion for Peter as his spider-sense went off, feeling the sensation pulling against the back of his head. Peter reacted just in time, turning around to see a flying truck coming his way. Peter made sure nobody was looking, and in the short time he had, he vertically wall ran up a building beside him, then backflipped off the wall, landing on the other end of the street, dodging a fatal hit as the truck crashed into the street.
"At least it was a water truck," Peter spoke, as the storage unit on the bag tore itself open, pooling water and flooding the road. Luckily for him, the people were too busy running away from the danger to notice his stunt he had gracefully but effectively performed. Cars crashed into each other, causing mild explosions and fire on the street, the truck having created a roadblock as cars screeched to a halt. Peter's spider-sense went off once more, and he slid to dodge a car flying his way, managing to quick-fire webs beneath its landing area, saving it, and its passengers, from harm.
"Good thing I kept my web-shooters on me," Peter spoke, turning to face the origin point of the danger, only to find a familiar villain,wreaking havoc.
"What the hell? Scorpion?" Peter stood as he mumbled to himself, making a break for the nearest - and darkest - alleyway he could find.
Scorpion whipped his tail at a vehicle at an amazing speed, crushing the hood of the car inwards, glass shards falling into it and injuring the people inside.
"This oughta get the SpiderMan's attention!" Scorpion spat out, causing more chaos with his upgraded suit and abilities…
A/N: Okay, so about the whole event between Peter and the symbiote from the last chapter, here's what I have to say. I knew it was a risky move, and I pretty much predicted I'd get feedback like this. You see, I'm still new to fanfiction, and I'm still a novice, I don't have much experience and I'm only thirteen, nearly fourteen. This is honestly my first 'big-fic' I've wrote, and at the beginning, I never really thought it'd gain this much popularity;
it was just fun and me relieving my imagination and tension, but now, it's grown into something much greater. Just to clear up, yes, Peter did get rid of the symbiote, but I never said that's the last of symbiote SpiderMan. I wrote chapter four for a reason; they're permanent. There will be some more symbiote in the story, and Peter will reuinte with it eventually. Plus, the title of the whole story is Back In Black. I understand if you'd like to unfollow, and I understand if you've already done so (and you're probably not reading this), but I'd greatly appreciate it if you stuck around until the end of the book. I know I've disappointed some of you, and I've disappointed people who've been there since the start, so I'd like to apologise for that. But, thanks anyway for reading this up until whenever or wherever you've read this to. I'm open to justified critcism, as long as you're all civil about it. Until the next chapter, then.*
End of Chapter 9.