Chapter 16
Warning: I do not own Spider-Man, nor this Story.
This story deserves to be available to readers to read, apologies for format if there is problem with the lines and sentences as it was pulled from a PDF.
16. Comatose
- 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*
OoOoO Symkarian Speech OoOoO*
"Example…" - Normal, Speech said in English with or without a Symkarian accent
"Example…" - Italics, Speech is said in Symkarian
Comatose*
- Eddie Brock - Hospital - 06:15PM -
Eddie lay unconscious in a hospital room, completely unaware as a single doctor gave the man his treatment. The blond hero, of sorts, was hooked up to life support with a ventilator, as water was being removed from his lungs. Plus, the doctor was rubbing in ointment to cool down some severe burning on his muscled torso and his neck; a result of his recent fight with the Green Goblin.
Outside his room, Eddie's long-time girlfriend, Anne Weying sat impatiently, waiting for a response from the nurse about Eddie's condition. Worried sweat trickled down her red face as her heart thumped in fear and confusion. To her relief, a nurse had arrived to inform her of Eddie's condition while the doctor continued treating him.
"He's extremely lucky to be alive," the male nurse spoke, reassuring Anne. "He's suffered quite the burning, and he could've drowned to death. We're just glad he was near the docks; if he'd been further away I doubt anybody would've seen him. They say he was unconscious near a buoy; he probably slipped underwater."
Although hearing the good news, Anne still worried deeply, nodding at the nurse, "Thanks."
The nurse finished with, "We're not sure when we'll discharge him but he should regain consciousness soon."
With that, the nurse headed back off to work, disappearing in the crowd of people getting by; patients, doctors, nurses, families etc. Anne sat worriedly, watching the doctor treat Eddie through the pane in the door.
- Meanwhile - SpiderMan/Silver Sable - Symkarian Embassy - 06:15PM -
Peter and Sable had left the booth just a few minutes ago, following the handshake. They were both together in Sable's armoury, with the Symkarian gearing up, selecting her weapons and body-armour carefully.
Meanwhile, Peter hung perched against the middle of the wall, upside-down, his ankles crossed with bent knees stretched over the wall. He looked up over at his wrists that were level to his chest, Peter messing around with his upgraded web-shooters. With any regular human, the blood would've rushed to the head and would've rendered them unconscious by now. But Peter, alas, was superhuman. Even still, he is still confused on how the blood in his head doesn't knock him out - even he doesn't know. Everything in his vision, besides himself, was upside-down, and as he messed with his shooters, he changed from web-type to web-type. The feed came holographically into his vision, the A.I. stating the web-type and its purpose, with a visual simulation. Peter read in his mind, 'Normal webs, electric webs, my-very-own-specially-designed-concrete-webs, adhesive liquid, web-bombs, scatter-webs, tight-rope, attack-webs, ricochet-webs… um… explosive webs? Flaming webs?!'
Out loud, he spoke, "And at least another triple-dozen other options." He reset the web-shooters to default, and, still hanging upside-down, he folded his arms and looked from his wrists to Sable in front of him, who very much appeared upside-down, still gearing-up.
Peter, now having nothing to do but wait, still hung upside-down on the wall, stared at Sable gear up behind her back. She equipped her usual silver battle-gear, strapping on holsters for a set of dual-pistols. Along with the lightweight handguns, she brought along one of her tactical knives, the blade singing a satisfying metal groove as it slid into its sheath. Looking away, Peter took time to admire some of the artwork hung up around the walls - portraits, abstract patterns, animals, weapons, battle-scenes and picturesque landscapes. Peter silently waited and watched, crossing his arms and breathing slowly. He closed his eyes and zoned out, letting his mind drift off into his imaginative fun-land.
He was once again alert when Sable broke his concentration, back still turned to him, "Well. Say something; it is getting creepy with you just hanging there in complete silence. I would not want to shoot you down."
"Sorry," Peter replied, watching her once more.
Sable scoffed, "I guess 'sorry' still counts as saying something."
She was now the centre of attention in the room with the silver radiance of her gear, which had complimenting white accents from the lighting. Spidey watched as she rummaged through a shelf of explosives and projectiles, heading over to the grenade-section. Peter wondered what she'd want to be doing with grenades, but he thought he'd be better-off alive, and not asking. Sable leaned over to the far end of the shelf, not being able to reach what she was after. She bent over, sticking her rear up as she managed to grip what she was after. Peter, obviously, noticed her posture, noticing her features standing and sticking out. He took notice of her fit body and curves. He felt bad for doing this behind her back, and certainly would feel guilty about it after. And of course, he'd feel ashamed, but he couldn't help it, to him it was a-
"Nice view," Peter was lucky to have been wearing a mask, because his face burned a tomato-red once he had realised what he had just said out-loud.
The queen heard this, and although caught off-guard and mildly angry, she decided to tease him as a sort-of-friendly-punishment, trying to rack the guilt out of him, "Oh?" she began, bending lower, her back-side faced towards Peter, "Really? What view would that be, Spider?" She finished, standing up straight in a normal posture, turning to face him with a hand on her hip, her desired stun grenade in her other.
Peter taken aback, he choked on his words at the beginning, but eventually replied a couple of seconds later. Pointing to one of the paintings, he spoke, "I meant the mountains. Looks like a nice view… the mountains."
Sable rolled her eyes, one side of her lip extending to her cheek, "Is that so?" She looked up at the painting, replying, "Yes. They are beautiful. Maybe I can show you them sometime, in Symkaria."
Peter didn't know how to reply, but he quietly dropped off the wall, landing in a squat before standing again. Sable decided not to waste anymore time, strapping the stun-grenades onto her belt.
"Anyway," Sable spoke, "I believe you have a way to locate our targets?"
"Yes," the spider replied, pushing a button down on his mask, "Yes I do."
- Felicia Hardy - Underground Lair - 06:20PM -
Felicia's mind swirled, her brain bouncing around in her cranium as pain blistered throughout her bloodstream. The feline beauty lay in the medical room, barely conscious with the injection site still black on her neck, her body limp. Her eyes were half-open, just enough to see her boss and frenemy Norman Osborn waiting on a chair along with a damaged Scorpion in his half-broken suit, tracker still intact.
"Evening, Miss Hardy," Osborn began to speak, knowing full-well the cat burglar could hear and process everything, even in her temporary condition, though she did angrily.
The boss continued, "As I said, you're a valuable pawn in this twisted game of chess. And I need you to stay obedient. I know you're going to try to escape, but in your current position it won't do you any good. You've been injected with the same liquid you stole from Symkaria; one wrong move and the I'll make sure you lose all of your nine lives. And don't try to act smart; the blast radius, too, is in my control. So, play nice; we've a job to do."
Felicia, still limp, was powerless to do anything but lie there and follow the instructions given to her. Gargan sat there still and unmoving, as Osborn continued on:
"Dmitri has accomplished his mission, but he can't get here without Sablinova finding out. I need you both to collect the 'cure'. He'll be in Sable armour, and he'll meet you at Rosemary's bar downtown. Be there at 08:00. And don't worry about your costumes; some nerd in his twenties is having a costume party. Seems stupid, but it works for us."
Osborn stood up, walking over to her, "Don't disappoint me. Or it won't be just my life that ends. And I don't meant yours, either." Felicia was still immobile for the time-being, now twitching and rapidly gaining back her consciousness. Osborn turned away, beginning to smugly stride off, stopping at the door. He looked over his shoulder at her, finishing with, "And don't try to remove it, either. You'll only kill yourself; it's in your blood, after all. You're not going to cut yourself and drain yourself dry, are you?"
Norman walked out, leaving Felicia alone in the room, as Gargan followed after him, his mechanical tail coiled. Norman pressed a button on his metallic gauntlet, unstrapping Felicia from the table.
- SpiderMan/Silver Sable - Symkarian Embassy - 06:25PM -
Peter had removed his index finger from the button he was holding down on his mask; he had used a microphone in the tracker to listen in on the conversation. The suit directed all audio to Peter's mask, so he had to explain everything to his ally.
Peter turned to Sable, who stood against the wall with her arms folded. Peter saw the look on her face, asking him, 'Well?' and he wasted no time in telling her everything - or he thought - except once he opened his mouth to speak, the light-headedness and weakness came flooding back in. His spider-sense burned, giving him a ripping headache, and he dozily stood, unbalanced. He dropped to one knee, and just as Sable darted forward to react and see what happened, he put up a hand. Despite this, she went to him, helping him up to both of his feet as the feeling wore off.
"SpiderMan, what is wrong?" Sable asked firmly but kindly.
Peter responded with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand, "I'm fine…" One look from the woman told him that she very clearly and obviously wasn't buying into any of his bull. "Ok, I'm not fine… and I don't know what's happening, Sable.. But I'm dealing with it," he spoke, still taken aback from the recent surge.
Sable knew he clearly wasn't dealing with it, and he couldn't, if he didn't know what it was. She released his shoulders, allowing him to stand feely. Instantly, as if nothing had happened, the silver-sprangled queen went back to her 'tough girl' attitude.
"Well?" she asked, "What did you find out?" with a hand on her waist, as she jutted out that same hip.
"Well," Spidey began, "Scorpion is still there, so Venom didn't eat him, but I still have no idea where Black and Eddie are. Of course, I have their location and we could confront them now, but we have a smarter choice. They've probably got a thousand or so goons where they are right now, but they're meeting up at Rosemary's bar tonight at 08:00. Overheard some guy's having a costume party, so we won't be sticking out going like this. That's the priorities covered. Now, I heard something about an explosive from Symkaria and blackmailing Felicia with it? Care to elaborate?" Peter asked firmly.
Sable memorised everything Peter said as he went along, then replied, "It's a liquid explosive. Designed to be injected or poured into the target, and it can be solidified at sub-zero. Black in colour. If it's in her, she's a suicide bomber, now, potentially."
"What's Symkaria doing developing liquid explosives?" Peter asked.
Sable, firmly and strictly, but also calmly, replied, "That's classified information. Symkaria's business. It's not your place to know; we're not that close, are we?"
Defensively, and in surrender, Peter put up his hands and slightly rotated his head to the left, keeping his eyes on her. "Alright," he replied calmly, though Sable didn't seem too angry in the first place; just annoyed, maybe a little attacked.
Sable, bored but listening, pulled out her pistols, looping her index fingers inside each of the trigger rings, attempting to spin them fancily upon her fingers.
Peter, shocked to see Silver Sable off task, for once, cautiously asked, "Why are you turning your pistols into fidget-spinners on your fingers? Isn't that dangerous and unsafe. Off task? "
Sable, however, kept spinning them, for the first time, switching them unsteadily from, left-hand to right-hand, clockwise to anti-clockwise, then anti-clockwise to clockwise. However good she may be with weapons and combat, she was clearly an amateur with weaponry and fancy. Focusing on her pistols, she began to speak to a dazed Peter, "I saw this in a few games of the same franchise from time-to-time. I can't remember the name, but it was this tactical espionage video-game series, where the protagonist had a rival. The rival, I also don't remember his name; I think it was based off a cat, was an expert with guns and carried revolvers. He did the same thing I am, but better, turning his revolvers into 'fidget spinners', as you say. I've always wanted to do it; that, and sneaking around an enemy's base in a cardboard box."
Peter was utterly confused, asking, "Can we move on?"
Sable knew it'd happen, and she failed her spinning, dropping one gun, breaking her concentration on the other. Suddenly, Peter heard a quiet snap, his senses going off. A jolt passed through his body, just in time for him to swerve and duck to the side, as a small, metal bullet whistled past where his head was a moment ago. His heart was racing, and his mind was on alert. "Shit!" he whispered, looking over at Sable, who stood idle and in shock,
holding up a free hand apologetically. Firing two webs, Pete yanked the guns away from her and towards him, his heart still drumming in his chest as if trying to break out of his body. It was lucky the handguns had suppressors, or the whole embassy of agents would've come running.
"Damn!" Peter spoke sharply, "Stop fidget-spinning your pistols!" He spoke, throwing them back at her, hard, her hands moving back and reacting to the impact as she caught them. "A bullet flew for my head! At least make sure the chamber's empty before you do a stunt like that, your majesty!" Peter spoke, his face red with shock and anger behind the mask.
Sable didn't like when she was called, 'your majesty', but she decided not to rile the situation up further. She knew, in all fairness, she did nearly blow a hole through his skull on accident, and it was natural for him - or anyone -to behave aggressively. She holstered her weapons and spoke an apology, as Peter eventually calmed down.
Taking a deep breath, Peter spoke, "One more thing, Sable," his heart still racing, "He said 'Dmitri' when he was talking to Felicia. And 'Dmitri', is going to deliver some kind of 'cure'. And, 'Dmitri', if I'm right on who I think it is, goes by 'Chameleon' too. He hides his identity to commit crimes by posing as someone else. He posed as me once. Apparently, he's one of your boys, right now."
Sable's eyes widened and leaned her head back a little, processing the information, but then composed herself, "Thank you for the heads up, SpiderMan. But we must find him fast; he could tell them anything."
Spidey nodded, "We will. But we've got a party to crash," he said, thinking on how dangerously familiar the boss's voice sounded.
"We have over an hour to go, SpiderMan, and I feel like I should show you where I train, and maybe train you," Sable said smirking, "I can give you a combat lesson, in case you ever lose your powers. You never know."
Peter shrugged his shoulders.
Sable continued, "I think it's time I kicked the answers out of you."
- Symbiote - Underground Lair - 07:00PM -
The alien slept weakly and damaged, confined in the storage capsule, in desperate need of a host - specifically Peter Benjamin Parker. A little more time - maybe a week left - and it dies, and Peter dies with it. It was in pain, suffocating in oxygen, unable to adapt. There isn't much time left.
- Eddie Brock - Hospita; - 07:15PM -
Eddie sat upright on the edge of the bed, a doctor taking the final results.
"This, Mr. Brock, will determine whether or not you go home tonight," The doctor spoke, checking him up.
The doctor pulled away after a minute or two, analysing the results. Eddie fidgeted, putting a hand on his torso, where a scorch mark remained from the burning. By now, there was a visible contrast between his whiter skin, and the darker, black scorched skin. He had burns all over his built body, just barely cooled by ointment.
"Well, Mr. Brock," the doctor spoke, "The water has been removed from your lungs, and we've managed to provide you with enough oxygen. The burns, however are very severe, and will last you for life, I'm sorry to say. But, you're free to go home."
To this, Eddie sighed in relief, grinning.
"But, Mr. Brock, keep applying this ointment thrice daily; morning, midday, and evening. Check back with me every two weeks to check your progress on your burns. We'll discharge you when Miss Weying arrives to collect you."
"Thanks, doc," the blond builder replied, smiling but still in pain, accepting the tubes of ointment off of him.
- Norman Osborn - Underground Lair - 07:30PM -
Norman, in his full goblin gear minus the mask, walked deeper into the underground, into a room full of prison cells. As he walked, he gained
curses from most inmates, such as old goons, and old doctors and scientists refusing to aid him in his work. In separate cells lay future test subjects, much like Felicia, and Gargan, whose Scorpion experiment happened several years ago. Some cells, even, were filled with bodies of previous inmates - dead bodies. Corpses had been stashed into the cells, but corpses aren't what Osborn came down for.
"Hello, Walter," Osborn spoke, standing in front of a shadowed, dark cell. In the back, on the ground sat a weakened man, and next to the rank stench of his dried urine and excrement, was a stack of empty food trays and water cups. Next to him was a sharp-edged rock, with carvings on the wall; specifically a cat's head. He donned orange clothing, his prisoner number labelled. His head was covered in stitches, with a visible scar over the splint and implant that kept his skull together.
"What do you want Osborn? Is Felic-" he began to ask, only to be interrupted.
"Your daughter will live. She'll survive, as long as she's obedient," Norman spoke, grinning at him, asking "How's the head? Don't answer that, I don't care."
"Well, what do you want?!" he asked angrily.
"Well," Norman began, pushing a series of buttons on the forearm of his gauntlet, causing it to display a holographic image of the liquid explosive. "Told you I'd put it in her if you disobeyed me Walter."
With that, the senior cat burglar's face adopted an expression of agony and horror, and he began to panic, frantically spitting out, "What? No, no, no, no! No, you didn't Osborn!" He jerked up off of the floor, rushing over to the bars of his cell, gripping the cold, rusted bars in a whit-knuckled hold. "What have you done?! Don't hurt her! Is she safe?!"
Turning off the hologram, Osborn replied, "That all depends on you, and whether or not you choose to take up my offer with zero resistance."
Walter's eyes heavy, old man Hardy, with ferocity and sadness, looked to the ground with a clenched jaw, releasing the bars of the cell. "Fine. I'll be your test subject, Osborn. But leave my daughter alone."
Norman simply scoffed, nodding once, turning away from him, speaking, "I'll deal with you later. Right now, there's business. Try anything and I'll blow your little kitten into mince."
Osborn walked away, followed by the curses and screams of stinky, dirty, thirsty, tired and starving prisoners. Out of Hardy's earshot, Norman said to himself, "Come on, Walter. You know Felicia's too useful an item to waste, with her skills and connection to the SpiderMan. I wouldn't just blow her up because you refused," he smirked to himself, "Idiot. It's funny how love can make someone so gullible."
- SpiderMan - Rosemary's Bar - 08:00PM -
Spidey and Sable had already been here for ten minutes, scoping out the area and checking to see if they could find anyone. They stood on opposite ends of the bar, crossing paths as they checked from time-to-time, making sure to check outside. The place was full of people all donning different costumes of heroes and villains, including some of Spidey's greatest foes, some avengers, and even gender-swaps of certain characters, such as female Captain America and Kraven, with male Black Widow and White Tiger. Of course, nobody knew that the real SpiderMan walked among them. Of course they wouldn't; he hasn't donned red and black in years ; it was only last week a red and blue spider was on the news, on NYPD's wanted list. The birthday man took up a couple of dances, hitting the dance floor and passing out free drinks; at least somebody was having fun.
Peter, through his earpiece, asked Sable, "Nothing on my end. You?"
"Nothing," he heard.
"Well, he spoke," taking a seat on a wooden stool at one end of the bar, "It's eight, so-"
He began to speak, only to pause when his eyes landed on a familiar figure walking towards the opposite end of the bar.
"So?" Sable replied, waiting for an answer.
Peter ignored her for a few seconds, watching the black-clad Black Cat slip away a set of three vials in a glass container into a pouch she kept on a light belt. But this wasn't just some cosplayer - this was her - Felicia. He's known her for years, he could tell. The body language, the eyes, and the hair of course, which hung loosely over her shoulders. And, from her defensive and agitated body language as she walked, he knew she was on alert.
"So the deal's already been made. Find Gargan or Dmitri. I've got Felicia. Lemme know when you've found a target," Peter said, just as Felicia hastily sat on a stool to order a drink. "Tracker said Gargan's within the coordinates."
"Acknowledged," Sable replied.
Parker got up off the seat, pushing through a crowd of cosplayers, ignoring their protests. Next to Felicia, completely unaware of who he was due to his new threads, Peter sat down, looking over at her, but she didn't meet his eyes.
Deepening his voice just enough to disguise it as well as make it sound genuine, Peter asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Felicia ignored him, her mind clearly on other things.
Peter looked ahead for a few seconds, looking back at her, only to find himself looking into her tired, gloomy, and partially angry face.
"You seem troubled," Peter spoke, stating the obvious.
"That's my business," Felicia replied.
"Trouble with work?" Peter assumed, so very correct.
"Something like that," Felicia said, looking away and thinking about her life-changing operation. She looked back at him as if noticing him for the first time.
"Your costume looks pretty damn real. Where'd you get it?" Felicia asked.
"Made it," Peter replied; remembering he is acting, he decided to joke around. "Not me, I mean. My friend made it, but he let me borrow it for this party. His name's Peter Parker. Cool guy."
Felicia's eyes went wide at this, and her jaw dropped, clenching her fists tightly. "Peter Parker?!"
"You okay, miss?" You sound like you two have some history," Peter said.
"That's my business," Felicia said sternly, then saying, "By the way, he got the colours wrong," she said, with a hint of anger.
"Like red and blue?" he asked.
"No," Felicia sharply said, " Black and blue."
"I don't know how to respond to that," Peter said, then listening in on Sable in his earpiece.
"Gargan killed the Chameleon. I believe his exact words were, 'Boss says we don't need you anymore. You've outlived your use, and we can't risk letting Sable know she's been compromised.' It is a little late for that!" she spoke, Peter hearing the battling going on in the background as screams began to fill the bar. He could tell the battle was happening outdoors from the background noise. "SpiderMan, I can use my pistols and blade to damage his armour, but I can barely parry his tail! He's already got a few hits in. And you're no kill rule is-" and she cut off.
Breathing to avoid the adrenaline consuming him, he looked over to an uninterested Felicia, who appears to have gave up on the conversation, ignoring the people running and exiting the bar around her.
Switching back to his normal voice, Pete spoke, "It's so fun to find out you open up to complete strangers when they're not me, Cat," Peter said, Felicia instantly glaring at him. "Sticky fingers!" he joked, putting up a hand to show the vial set hanging off the tips of his fingers.
"You!" Felicia snapped, instantly rushing and clawing at Peter,who dodged each swipe perfectly.
Peter said, "I know about the explosive! Lemme help you!" as he dodged her attacks, setting his webs to attack-webs.
"Then you can help me by giving me back the cure!" Felicia said, blinded by rage as she tore a hole in the air where Peter's chest was a seconds ago. Peter simply kept her at bay by firing solid, concrete-hard balls of webbing, zoning her out.
Sable, clearly struggling with the tail, called once again, "Spider!"
Peter fired a web at Felicia's forehead, knocking her backwards into a daze. He responded to her, saying, "Alright, alright. I'll swap you! You wanted the cat anyway!"
As if on command, Sable came kicking through the glass of a window in the bar, running towards Felicia. "Heads up, SpiderMan!" she yelled, as Felicia got back on her feet, and Scorpion followed after her.
"Sable?!" Felicia snapped.
Peter sprinted towards Sables, vials in hand. Crossing paths with her, he threw the vial set at her, and she caught it, Peter yelling as he ran, "There you go! Take that, take her! Embassy - go now! I've got Mac and his boss!"
Then, a green goliath of metal and lethality appeared out the broken window, shards on the floor. Peter set his webs to normal, and keeping his momentum, used his webbing to sling himself out of the window like a javelin, sending his foot into Scorpion as he leapt for him.
Gargan landed hard on the ground, grunting as Peter landed perfectly in front of him.
"I see Brock did a number on your precious suit. Sable too," Peter spoke, instantly closing the distance between them, tackling onto Gargan's tail, using his concrete-webs and liquid adhesive to seal the weapon firmly onto the ground. Gargan attempted to swipe his pincer at him, but Peter dodged and flipped back, landing above his floored body. He gripped the barb on the tail, slowly twisting it as Gargan attempted to escape. "Speaking of, where is Brock? Peter asked, tearing off the barb at the end of his tail as Gargan protested loudly.
"Brock?! Asshole and slime beat the shit out of me, but the boss killed him. Burnt Brock to a crisp!" Gargan said, acid and other liquids oozing out of the exposed glands at the end of the tail.
Peter fired a flurry of more concrete-webbing at his pincers, making him practically immobile. "Dead?!" Peter shouted, creating a hammock in between his hands with concrete-webbing. "Who do you work for?!" he asked, filling up the hammock with acid, then kneeling beside Gargan, pouring the acid over his breastplate, helmet and abdomen. It sizzled into the material, bubbling as the acid heated and evaporated.
"My own suit's immune, Parker! You can't melt me with my own weapon!" Gargan said, smirking.
"Just wanted to weaken the material," Peter said calmly, beginning to strike at the weakened metal. Gargan laughed, mocking him, but overtime, the metal became dented inwards, getting looser by the minute. Gargan's laughter ceased when Peter dug his fingers into the metal and began peeling it apart.
"What? No!" Gargan snapped, trying to break free of the webbing, as Peter ripped him from his suit, breaking off his exo-spine from his tail, as Gargan roared in pain.
- Silver Sable - 08:32PM -
Although a trained gymnast and martial artist, Felicia's combat experience and skills had nothing on Sable's.
Sable parried a claw swipe, attacking Felicia's shin during her attack recovery time. The cat burglar dropped to her knee as Sable kicked her heel into her leg, and once she was down, from the front, Sable firmly wrapped her arms around the bottom of Felicia's neck, clasping her hands together, and brought Felicia's had into her waist. She firmly squeezed and pulled up her shoulders, Felicia locked in a guillotine choke. "Go to sleep, cat," Sable spoke, as Felicia dug her clawed hand into Sable's protected arms. The edge of her claws barely punctured Sable's clothing, only breaking her skin and causing mild pain. Felicia desperately used her free hand to try to escape, but only wasted her own energy. After ten seconds or so, Felicia went limp in her arms, the queen dropping her unconscious body to the ground.
Sable's heart was still racing, and she breathed quickly, wiping her face, as her fingers suddenly became wet with the blood from the one or two scratches Felicia managed to land on her unprotected face. She shook it off her fingers, blood splattering onto the ground. She picked up Felicia, slinging her over her shoulders, already making her way to the helicopter she called for two minutes ago.
- SpiderMan - 10 minutes later - 08:40PM -
"You won't get anything out of me," Gargan spoke, currently being held upside down by Peter's web, dangling him off the building, police already searching the scene below them. Gargan felt his heart thunder in his head, the windy breeze whipping against him. Peter dropped his web-line, Gargan screaming as he fell with it. Peter fired twin-webs onto him once more, saving him from his demise and pulling him back up for questioning, his body in pain from the whiplash. Just as Peter reeled him up, he felt a chill hurtle down his spine, and he went pale behind the mask, as a certain distraction made him believe a terror from his past had come back to haunt him. His spider-sense blared; it was real.
A menacing laugh cause Peter to hesitate, holding Gargan suspended in the air. Taking advantage, his past terror used his hesitation to literally become a blast from the past, and, like a missile, the Green Goblin came swooping
down on his glider, ramming into Peter, carrying him with the Goblin, causing him to drop Gargan again.
"No!" Peter snapped, firing a series of webs in an attempt to save a screaming, not-so-innocent life.
"I don't think we'll need him anymore!" Goblin spoke menacingly, sending razor-bats out at the webs, shredding them to pieces.
Peter protested, watching Gargan fall to the ground as his bones crunched and his skull cracked open in a pool of blood.
"Who the hell are you!?" Peter yelled over the engine and wind as he wrestled to stay on the speeding vehicle.
"Mr. Parker! The Green Goblin's always out to play!" he replied, carrying him over a hundred miles away from the bar.
"You know who I am!?" Peter asked, biceps tensing, trying to relax and stay on.
"Of course I do, Peter! You destroyed my son as Peter Parker. You murdered Norman Osborn as SpiderMan! Now, I will kill you both as the Green Goblin!" he yelled, laughing mentally.
Peter was shocked, almost losing his grip on the glider, as the shot up into the night sky, "Norman?! But you-"
"Died?" the Goblin interrupted. "Yes, Osborn died, but there is only the Green Goblin now! Now Peter. The cure, where is it?!" he yelled, pulling him up by the neck as Peter tried to pry his hands off of him.
Peter, taken aback by the reveal, tried to hide his emotions, and spoke struggling, "It's not with-"
Goblin dropped him, making rapidly for the Embassy, though Peter slung a web onto the glider, now moving like a wrecking-ball.
- Silver Sable - Symkarian Embassy - 08:50PM -
Sable was alone in the medical room on the third floor, tending to her own wounds. She heard gunfire, instantly going on alert, dropping the medical kit on the desk before her, next to the vials. As she did, the sound of a jet come closer and closer, and she jumped back defensively when a green-purple elf, in her eyes, broke through her wall in glass, brick and cinder laughing, Peter following after. He pulled out several pumpkins from his man-purse, each with an explosive touch.
"I'll take this!" he yelled, taking the vial set from the desk, seconds before Sable could pick it up. In return, Goblin tossed all the bombs into the room, forcing Peter to release his web-line to save Sable. Peter landed in a safe roll as Goblin left the building.
"Sable, move! Now! Out the window! You gotta swing!" Peter spoke, dragging her to the closest window and smashing the large pane with his elbow.
"What?!" Sable asked, very confused.
All Peter did was fire a web-line onto the building opposite him, giving it to Sable. He kicked her with moderate but painless pressure out of the window, giving her a boost. She was shocked at first, but she composed herself and swung for the first time, jaw clenched as she released the webbing and landed painfully on a fire-escape of the opposite building, back-first.
- Symbiote - Underground Lair - 08:52PM -
It shrieked silently in pain, getting weaker by the second, already affected by the heat from the flamethrower. Now and then, it could control itself, but the pain and host instability right now was too much…
- SpiderMan - Symkarian Embassy - 08:52PM -
…And with that instability, Peter ran up to the window himself, only managing to get a foot on the edge of the floor. As he put pressure on to boost himself out, his light-headedness returned, and he instantly went limp. As he slumped, his time ran out, and all Sable could do was helplessly
watch from the opposite building as all eight bombs exploded in a burst of green smoke and orange flames, the explosion sending Peter off-course. Way off-course. The explosion boosted him diagonally downwards, and Peter was helpless to do anything. Debris from the Embassy came hurtling down over traffic and civilians, as Peter flew uncontrollably. He soared down, his head making clean, direct contact with a steel beam from a Metro track, blood squirting inside the mask and sending him reeling. He hit the ground hard, the 'crunch' of his bones unpleasant, and a dust-cloud appeared upon impact. Since contact with the beam, there was no pain. No sight. No senses. Nothing. Nothing except complete darkness, as his body lay there, unmoving.
End of Act II*
A/N: Act III may take some time to plan out, might take a month or two for next update. Then, the monthly updates should continue. Leave a review!*
17. Back From the Dead Already?
- 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*
OoOoO Symkarian Speech OoOoO*
"Example…" - Normal, Speech said in English with or without a Symkarian accent
" Example… " - Italics, Speech is said in Symkarian
Act 2.5*
Back From the Dead Already?*
- SpiderMan - Symkarian Embassy - 08:55PM -
There he lay, oblivious to anything and everything happening to and around him, completely blacked out. Civilians ran past and around him, avoiding the falling debris and rubble in screams and panic, whilst the sirens of police cars and ambulances wailed, getting closer to the embassy, firetrucks tailing behind. The fire blazed and the green smoke grew thicker, beginning to pollute the sky above the streets of New York; people all the way from Staten Island could see streaks of the murky-green cloud rising into the sky from the fire. Unfortunate bystanders had been crushed in cakes of blood and bone by the falling debris, leaving an unpleasant image on the Manhattan streets. The side of the embassy ceased to break away, the broken structure leaving a hole in the side of the building, which was up in flames. Civilians were too much in shock to even notice the SpiderMan lying beneath the Metro railing, unmoving, just as the Emergency Services arrived on site, escorting people to safety and tending to the injured, while firemen and the police began to see to the destruction and fire. Symkarian soldiers poured out of the building with their belongings in hand, others staying inside in an attempt to salvage the medical supplies and to douse the flames, joined by firemen, as police ran in to investigate the point of origin of the destruction.
Peter couldn't feel his spider-sense, or the hands on his body as he was turned over from his stomach to his back, revealing his costume still intact, but covered in powdered rubble and concrete, as well as black ash. But the person that had turned him over wasn't a friendly - it was a familiar foe he hadn't seen in years - and one he wouldn't be seeing anytime soon.
"Ah, my old foe. Weak and vulnerable. Maybe even dead already. It's a shame that the boss wants you alive," he spoke through his fish-bowl of a helmet, "I guess it's time to work my magic on you. Let's see if that serum really does upgrade my illusions into reality. Time for you to rediscover and feel your deepest desires come true - desires you will never have in the real world; desires you once had, lost, but still want. One main desire, though side effects are inevitable - less desirable wants to go with what do you want most. Abra, kadabra, and alakazam, Spiderman. This should keep you busy long enough."
With that, Quentin Beck, better known as the menacing Mysterio, much indeed did revive a mostly-dead Peter into a state of unconsciousness with a series of complicated spells. Everybody was too focused on the burning embassy to noticed what went on between the two. Mysterio felt a sudden surge of energy as the serum kicked in, his clear helmet fogging up, with his purple cape stretching out like a bat behind his green costume, encircled in a cloud of green-white smoke. The spells caused the smoke to find its way into Peter's lungs as the gas expanded, creating a smokescreen over the pair. With a final chant, there was a blinding flash of white, as the gas dissipated into the environment, Mysterio gone with it. Peter lay there semi-conscious, clinging on to a bare minimum of his life, oblivious to what just happened. He saw a white flash in his vision for a quick second, snapping him into a painful state of consciousness.
His ears rang and his vision was dim, him barely processing the chaos around him. He tried to move, but his muscles barely budged, and his body felt strong pains, and he could barely feel the warmth of his blood matted over his skin and hair, as he felt droplets of his own sweat hang off of his growing beard stubble. He lay still, almost in a state of paralysis, looking up to see the black smoke in the sky, as a result of the blaze. He was alerted to his south, as a familiar figure and voice called him by his name.
"Peter… Oh god…" the character quietly spoke under her breath, inspecting Spidey's broken body, as she put her hand over her mouth.
Peter could just about see a dim character standing still, the only thing calm within the chaos around the building. He saw her come to her knees and reach out for him, as her silky, red hair came hanging down the sides of her head. She put a hand on his wrist as if to check for a pulse, trying to get around his web-shooters; Peter managed to barely move a finger to answer her unasked question, and he quietly, weakly spoke.
"Hey, Mary Jane…" Peter said behind his red and black suit, "Long time… no see…"
MJ gently sat on one knee, bringing her ex's head up onto her lap, as she processed the limpness in his body.
"Peter, what happened?" she asked him, and it was like they were the only two souls in the world. "You look broken; you need help."
Peter could barely move, and he tilted his head to look at her properly, speaking, "Nice to see you too, MJ. I'm… gonna pass out now…" Pete loudly whispered to her, as he just lay in the moment, his weaknesses and fatigue taking control.
"I'm taking you to my place; you really look like crap," MJ spoke, standing up, helping Peter up with her, as he slung an arm around her shoulder, almost stumbling back down. Mary Jane struggled, managing to take him into a dark and secluded area behind a couple of buildings, away from all the panic and chaos. She set him down against the wall, as Peter uncomfortably slid his back down the brick, landing tiredly into a seated position.
"Wait here. I'll be two minutes," MJ told him, standing up. Peter gave a quick thumbs-up in response, his arm automatically dropping back down onto the ground beside him.
And, two minutes later, MJ very much did arrive, though she arrived in a van, which had a print of the title, 'The Daily Bugle' on the front of it. Peter looked up at this, grunting slightly, as MJ opened the front door and stepped out, leaving the engine on, as the headlights flashed in the darkness of the night.
"Ok, Peter. Let's get you in the back. And stay quiet - I don't want anybody thinking I've kidnapped an injured SpiderMan," MJ spoke, putting a hand on her waist as she looked down at him.
Peter wearily stood up, and through all the pain, smirked behind his mask, even though his lips tore when he stretched his mouth, "What happened to you not wanting anything to do with me?"
MJ rolled her green eyes at him, accompanying him over to the back of the van, which she opened up with a key. She replied, "I didn't want anything to do with the symbiote. And I was right not to - considering the reputation that thing gave you - is it true you killed all those people?"
Peter's smirk faded, as he made the effort to get both feet in the van, which was loaded with equipment from the daily bugle; microphones, cameras, etc. He sighed mildly and sat down against a wooden desk in the back of the van, one hand holding his healing ribs. His costume was full of sweat by now - it was unsurprising really - sweat and blood together on the inside, his smart-mask showing his vitals below average, displaying a simulation of his body, highlighting damaged parts. His silence answered Mary Jane's question, and she didn't want to instigate anything, so she hesitantly began to close the doors. Peter's quiet grunts of pain was cloaked behind the sound of the engine, just as MJ snapped the doors shut, locking the back with a key. Peter shuffled on his ass over to a sheepskin bean-bag in the corner of the van, and although a little dusty, it was still comfortable, and he groaned as he managed to lie back on it, his body and rear end on the bag, his head leaning against the white walls of the van, the AI in his suit beeping, his heart-rate unsteady, his vision blotted. He didn't care right now - he already felt like absolute donkey shite, and he closed his eyes, as he felt the van begin to move, his limbs crumpling around him. Almost instantly, Peter blacked out once more, though this time it was more like a sleep.
- Mary Jane's Apartment - 09:45PM -
Peter groggily woke up on a comfortable, leather couch, to find himself shirtless, and his mask beside him on the floor with his web-shooters and upper-body attire. It was only after 10 seconds when he realised a tiny, scratching pain on the side of his shoulder, and without moving his head, his jaw clenched as he looked over to see the beautiful Mary Jane Watson leaning over on her knees from beside the couch, concentrating on stitching away at an open wound. She gave him a quick glance when she noticed he had woken up, smiling inwards as she went on to continue working on his wound amongst other healed scars. Peter lay back, the dried blood on his body being wiped away with freezing wet-wipes, as Peter took a sharp breath from its temperature. Peter's senses had switched on, and he could clearly see now in the darkness of the room, aside from the glowing, warmth-giving fire from the fire-place, which also provided enough light for Mary Jane to work on Peter's wounds, as she finished closing up the stitch on one wound, wrapping a bandage around it. She moved towards the
final wound, which wasn't leaking much blood, but was a cut of a fair size, that ran down the side of his hip and abdomen.
MJ signalled him, then she firmly said, "Might wanna clench your jaw," as she picked up a bottle of disinfectant, "Because there's no way this isn't going to sting, Spidey."
Peter was caught off-guard as Mary Jane tilted his body over a little, removing Peter's utility belt, and slightly pulling down the waistband of his lower attire and boxers. MJ tipped over the bottle of disinfectant, the liquid seeping into and around Peter's wound, stinging wildly and giving him a painful, hot flash though he maintained to keep the volume of his groaning and grunting to a minimum. Mary Jane apologised quickly, though Peter assured her it was fine. MJ applied some styptic, then continued on the wound with stitches and bandages, as Peter breathed steadily and calmly. Once Mary Jane had finished her handiwork, Peter comfortably tilted his body back over, and he hesitantly sat up against the couch. Mary Jane stood up from her knees, taking a seat beside Peter as she sanitised and disinfected her hands with gel, leaving the medical equipment below them.
"Talk about a wake-up call," Peter joked, looking over at her, "Thank you though. I appreciate it."
Mary Jane giggled a little, "Someone's gotta make sure you don't bleed out on the pavement. It's been a while since I've done that. And you look different with visible facial hair - even if it is just stubble."
Peter ignored that last comment, then budged closer to the fire, MJ following him.
"Why'd you do it, though? I honestly thought you hated me, MJ," Peter asked, his shoulder and abdomen still sore.
MJ leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes as she did, and spoke gently, "I never hated you, Pete. I may have overreacted in the moment, but I didn't condone what the suit made you do. And I still don't. And I can't take you to a hospital because you'd have to give up your identity," she opened her eyes, turning to look into Peter's tired, hazel eyes, and she spoke
finally, "But most importantly - if you have the power to something good for someone else…"
Then Peter finished it off, speaking, "…Then you should have the moral obligation and responsibility to carry it out."
Pete smiled with her in a cheesy fashion, then slowly made a move, getting his right arm around her shoulder, staring at her, and she did the same. "It's good seeing you again, MJ."
MJ smirked, biting the corner of her shiny, ruby lower lip, asking tenderly, "Why? Did you miss me?"
Those words hit him hard, mentally, as Peter smirked whilst roaming her features. He looked down to see her hands on his left, her bringing them into her lap. Pete brought his eyes back up over her perfect body, noticing her smooth curves, and his eyes watched over her, and he remembered the taste of her lips when he set eyes on them - red lipstick, as always, leaving a glossy look. He brought his right hand over to hold the back of her head, his fingers running through her silky, red hair. He was hit wildly with memories and nostalgia - from high school up until their break-up, and he still thought about her daily. Every night when he was alone - before this all started -even when trying to forget about her by dating Felicia, he knew she was forever the one that got away. Peter inhaled slowly through his mouth, letting the air out when he looked into her green gems and replied, "Every day."
"Me too, tiger," MJ whispered, putting a hand on Peter's cheek, as she looked back into his chocolatey eyes.
She closed her eyes as she closed the distance between them, Peter doing the same. Seconds later, Peter found himself caressing the soft skin of MJ's face, lip-locked in a passionate battle for each other. MJ pushed her lips more deeply against his, Peter doing the same to her, as the heat and passion increased, Peter beginning to gently bite her lower lip. Peter pulled her closer, Mary Jane straddling his lap, as she leaned into him, Peter not minding their close proximity at all. MJ placed her hand on his chest to balance herself, feeling his rigid muscles, whist being mindful to avoid his
injuries. Peter broke away from her face and began to kiss down her neck, remembering all the soft spots that drove her crazy. She moaned in pleasure as she felt Peter's breath on her neck, followed by his lips on her skin. Peter began to unbutton her green shirt, MJ making way to allow him to do so, whilst nuzzling her head into his shoulder as she kissed down her neck. The fire added to the warmth that already radiated from the two bodies, as Peter finished removing her shirt. Peter could already feel his pants tightening, as he caressed MJ's shirtless body, running his hands around her back, running them lower, until they got to the belt of her jeans. Then, Peter stopped suddenly, when he saw another figure standing behind them, watching the whole thing arms-folded.
"What's the hold-up?" MJ asked, passion in her eyes. She looked and Peter and followed his sight. "Oh, hell no," she whispered, holding on to Peter.
And behind them, stood Felicia Hardy, dressed up in her Black Cat attire, her zipper down so her costume became revealing, as she seductively put a hand on her waist, while jutting out a hip.
"Hands off the Spider, red. He's mine, " Felicia spoke, completely pulling down the zipper and letting her leather catsuit fall to the ground. She pulled off her mask, holding it in between her fingers as she approached the pair of them, completely nude subtract the underwear.
Peter, and MJ, were both taken aback by this move, Peter more-so than Mary Jane.
"Felicia?! What the hell?" Peter yelled, as MJ stood up off of him, sitting next to him and clinging on possessively, "What is this? Why are you playing nice all of a sudden?! And how'd you escape?" he spoke, as he tensed back with MJ.
Felicia simply bit her lower lip and smirked, "Osborn broke me out. But I figured he was a bastard so I came back to you, Spider. If anything's gonna explode before I do, it may as well be you."
"That," came another familiar voice, "Is the sluttiest thing I've ever heard, Miss Hardy."
And the astounded pair - or trio now - looked over to see Silver Sable standing there, with a pair of cuffs in hand.
"I came after you cat, but look what I find," Sable smirked, "You are not all having a party without me, are you?" Sable looked over at Peter, then approached him, pushing past Felicia, and put a finger beneath his jaw to push his chin up. "You are quite handsome underneath the mask, SpiderMan. It may seem forward to admit, but I may have developed an attraction towards you with our time spent together. And I feel we need to make our relationship a little more than just friendly."
Felicia walked over to Sable, quite tensely and bold, speaking, "And the Spider only wants me, so back-off, princess."
Sable glared at her, then expertly grabbing her by the arms, locking and then sweeping her until she fell flat onto her stomach. Sable darted in front, speaking, "That's queen now," as Felicia heard a 'snap', only to see her arms cuffed around the leg of a chair.
Peter obviously felt overwhelmed, glaring at the scene from the couch, pants already feeling very tight. He was snapped back into the zone, when he saw MJ standing in front of him, wearing nothing but her underwear. Her perfect body was modelling for him right then and there, and was begging for him. Of course, for the women in the room, Peter's muscular, toned body was a sight to behold too, as his muscles flexed when he moved and tensed.
"Tiger, I don't know how they got in, but what I do know, is that I want you. I need you. Right now," MJ spoke, bending over towards him, her face up in his, and it was becoming really hard for Peter to resist the invitation - not that he was going to anyway.
Sable walked in next to her, stripped of her bodysuit, and pushed up against MJ's side, dropping to take a seat next to Peter, as Felicia protested and argued in the background. Sable and MJ exchanged glares, Peter catching on to this.
"Ladies," he spoke, "I'm sure there's a civil way to resolve thi-"
Peter was cut-off and wide-eyed when his mouth was stolen by Sable's lips, who got up-close-and-personal with him, straddling him. MJ aggressively pushed her off onto the couch, taking her position, as she began to unhook her bra. The ladies continued to fight and argue, until Peter was jumped by both of them at the same time.
"Wait, red one," Sable stopped, though MJ continued on Peter, "Why don't we… maybe… share? "
"Share?" MJ and Peter responded at the same time, halting their activities.
"And the cat can have him too, if she plays nice later," Sable replied, a cunning look in her eyes.
"As long as I get most of him, I don't care," MJ said, fully undressing herself, as Peter enjoyed the view, too shocked to say or do anything except enjoy the company.
Sable and MJ were now both completely nude, Felicia watching in envy as the pair of them began to pull down the rest of Peter's attire. MJ got in quick, beginning to pull down the tip of Peter's box-
- _SNAP*
- Reality - Outside the world of fiction -
"FOOLED YOU!" a red and black clad character said, having just closed a book, titled, 'Back In Black'. The chimichanga-loving anti-hero, Deadpool, as we know him, had staged this whole April Fool's chapter, with the help of his good friends, account: has stopped working, and account: bradamight, so shout-out to the latter.
"You didn't really think I, Deadpool, would let you read a lemon if it's not really happening, did you? It would just… ruin the moment. Well, at least I can read it. And damn, Pete's lucky. It's gonna suck; that's a hell of an illusion Mysterio's playing. He's gonna have a sticky situation down in his spider-panties when he wakes up from dream-land. Another chapter should
be dropping next month, by the way. Don't forget to leave a review!" Deadpool spoke, ultimately breaking the 4th wall as always.
"Yup. As always," he said, reopening the book to that same page, "And HOLY SHIT! Pete's got an XL chimichanga on him. Oh man, the girls are gonna love this. Oh! He's eating the taco! All that sauce! I need to get my lube!" Wade spoke.
"P.S. Sorry to anyone reading this after the 1st of April. Review, or else I'll do it dry!" the mutant spoke, heading off to do his business - whether dry or not is your choice, readers.
End of Chapter 16.