This is a Spidey story I wrote at work just cause.
He grudged down the steps, eyes half open, half closed; he grumbled to himself about mondays, and the curse of Queens. Alley cats, gun shots, reruns of Sex and the City. New York wasn't the best place to live. It was home though, and it had cocoa puffs.
He turned on the kitchen light and groaned. Light burns! He squeezed his eyes shut and almost stumbled over his Transformers pj pants. He walked past the kitchen window above the sink, he noticed the old lady next door staring. Crap, he forgot his shirt. He then bumped into the round wooden kitchen table. He wondered who put the table in the middle of the room and sluggishly made his way to the brown two door fridge opposite the door. He opened the cupboard beside it and pulled out a big bowl and his precious cocoa puffs. He would have kissed the box if he was anymore weird. He poured the contents into the bowl, each small ball making little pings as they hit the bowl. Course to him it was like an avalanche and he quickly shot the box back up, spraying the rest of the insides all over the floor. He groaned and let himself fall to the floor. Thank God his Aunt left early, this would have been a sight, a shirt less, drooling, half awake super hero nephew spread on the kitchen floor covered in cocoa puffs. He scooped up the puffs, pulled himself up and put them in the garbage pan next the fridge. The moment of truth, time to pour the milk in. He turned around and opened the fridge door. He let out a huge grin and grabbed the jug. He tipped it over the bowl and waited. One drop. No, oh no. Not now, he was hungry, sleepy and cocoa puffs less. This was the worst day ever. He bolted up stairs, determination in his eyes. He was going to buy some milk.
There was no time to shower, he had a job to do. He ran past the bathroom, his bare feet making soft padded thuds as they hit the rug floor; he headed to his room and dived underneath his bed. Shoving the mix of clothes and paper aside, he pulled a box out and open it. Grinning to himself he started to place the padded suit on himself. It's good to be Spider-Man sometimes.
He used his organic web to shoot the latch on his window and fling it open, then he leaped through it and webbed the window closed as he zipped down the street. He could feel his stomach rumble, soon he thought. Those cocoa puffs were his! He got to the convenient store in 5 minutes flat; passing all the busy streets of new york and the occasional tree. Yes, the part had a tree. A few people walking up and down the busy streets going on about their lives, the smell from the big ones must have been bad. He had to make a smart ass remark in his head, his way of dealing with stress or boredom. Mostly stress. He didn't think life sucks or that it's unfair but it can get hard at times, just another test to pass.
He quickly arrived at the store, to the loud sounds of cracks and screams. Great, another day of being Peter Parker. He landed in a war zone, tossed cars and broken pavement as far as the eye can see; a joke about this being normal for manhattan streets came to mind, he had to swallow it though. His spider sense was going crazy and there were people trapped under this twisted wreckage of steel and gravel. He went where the grunts were. His sense guided him, easily tossing everything to side; making sure it didn't topple those who weren't trapped and either helping those trapped or fleeing.
"We got this Spidey! That giant Rhino thing went further downtown." A giant Rhino thing? The hell did that mean?
"Uhhh that sounds perfectly sane did it have a basket and a dog too? Never mind that, make sure once you get these people free, you run." He zipped down the street, following the thuds and cracks. He knew he was getting closer, because the sounds were becoming a thunder storm. Booms and cries for help echoed through the street. From a distance it looked like the Hulk. Great. Another tangle with the Hulk, cleaning up Fury's mess again. After this he was going to change his name to Fury's other eye. Wait. This wasn't the Hulk, as he got closer he noticed the outline had a horn on the forehead. The texture was a rough grey hide, with creases and an opening. A very small opening. He closed in and jumped in front of this thing, it was heading straight for a public bus. He collided with it, he saw eyes. This thing was a guy. A mutant? A mutate like himself? No time, Pete had to move him. He threw his weight to the left and toppled this thing into the sidewalk. Wait, it was still moving. It moved forward and Spidey felt himself break through something hard. It was a concrete wall. Ow.
He could use his strength to guide this thing but he didn't know how to stop him, he needed to. Through the daze of going through a wall, he could hear people. Joints, he was going to hit the joints. Stop this thing. He flipped back and webbed the knee, pulling himself in as hard as he could he kicked as hard as he could. Success, it began to fall over. One problem, a couple was underneath them. He leaped back and caught this thing by the chest. The momentum had caused catching this thing feel like stopping a sentinel. Funny story.
"Uuuugh, okay I know how this looks but trust me. Heh heh it's more painful than you could imagine. So how about moving slightly to ohhh I dunno.....OUTTA HERE?!" The couple got up and ran for the exit. Spider Sense! He got caught with a powerful hit to the ribs and he flew into the staircase, breaking through it. He heard cracking and breaks, the stairs were coming down on him. He knew people were up there. He had to act fast, this giant so not the Hulk was getting back up. He webbed the incoming debris and moved to help support the structure. Spider sense was going nuts. This thing had to be stopped. Now.
"Hey everyone above me! If you direct to another stair case, you'll be fine. For your convenience this place will re-open when they stop being tacky with autumn season sales!" The people started moving away, some cheering for him. He leaped at this thing, webbed the eyes and punched him in the back of the head. How does that hurt himself?! His wrist began to burn. The hide was hard, he decided to guide it. He grabbed the horn and threw his weight to the right, this thing followed. Turning back towards the entrance hole it created. They were back out on the road. More space to maneuver. He leaped over the head, keeping his hand on the horn and drove his feet into this things chest before it had any time to react. He could feel it caving over, his back collided with the pavement and he decided to use his proportionate strength on this sucker. He sent it flying a couple feet behind him. Not very far but better then nothing. His heightened durability was able to withstand some of the weight of this thing but his legs still felt stretched. This thing was more than 15 tons.
Spidey crouched, leaning more on his arms. Taking the weight off his legs. He had to stall, his body was feeling this battle.
"You know, normally I don't tangle like this on first meet ups. There's usually a number exchange, a meet up place then you turn out not so much like your display picture." This thing got up quickly. It looked pissed. It lunged at Spidey, he used his arms to leap up and double jumped off this things back.
"Then I respond with I need an adult and then you respond 'I am an adult' and I write a book about it and cry with Oprah." He needed this thing pissed. He needed it focused on him, so that way it wouldn't concern itself with the people. It worked. A loud roar came out from it, words followed.
"I'll impale ya, ya little runt!" Well now we know it was capable of speech, not very moving though.
"Aww wittle snookums first words." It ran at him harder now. He needed it this blinded so he could guide it. He webbed down the street, heading towards the prison. It had just been given reinforced walls. He made sure to yell out to people, letting them know to get out of the way. One car however wouldn't move so he slid under it, pushed the car over head the thing and as he leaped up, webbed it so it wouldn't crash into the pavement. He had to keep going, his body felt like crap. He arrived at the prison and landed dead center on the way and looked to meet the rhino thing closing. He side flipped at the last second, spinning and driving his feet into the back of this things head, doubling the impact into the wall. He heard it groan and it stumbled. This thing had to go down. Now. He leaped forward and planted himself on it's shoulders, sending quick jabs into his head. It didn't take long before it collapsed. As it fell he rolled off it's back and landed on his back and lied there. Catching his breathe and letting himself calm down.
It seemed like forever for anyone to respond. The police and SHEILD showed up. Nick Fury greeted Spider-Man.
"Good to know you can be discreet."
"Good to know you can see that." Spidey leaned up, an officer came over to offer help. Spidey waved him off. "Go take a look at big ugly, he might confuse himself as a step-child after that beating." The officer gave a nervous chuckle. "Heh I got brain damage from that last fight." Fury sat down beside Spidey and whispered.
"How many times are you gonna do this Pete? Get beat up, let the collateral damage rise?" Spidey sighed.
"How many?" Spidey replied.
"What?"
"How many people got hurt as soon as I showed up?" Fury looked forward over the harbor beside the prison.
"....none." Spidey stood up.
"I rest my case. I know what I'm doing Fury, if you did; you really think I'd have to clean it up?" With that he webbed home. Passing by people thanking him.
He came through his window. Putting his torn costume in the pile. He'd sew it later. He headed to bathroom, cleaned himself up and bandaged what needed to be. His stomach grumbled and he headed downstairs were he was greeted with his bowl of cereal. He forgot the milk. Dammit! He whirled around to be greeted by Aunt May.
"On my way back from work I heard the most interesting thing." Peter lowered his head a bit. "Spider-Man stopped an escaped mutant, and saved a bunch of bystanders." Pete looked up at here. A jug of milk in her hand, smiling at him. "Here you go Pete, you did great." He hugged her and took the jug and began eating his cereal. City saved, people happy to have him around, Aunt May proud and Fury crying. Did he mention that being Spider-Man rocks?
The End.
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