Spider-Man: A New Spiral

- Hey, Pete, did you do biology?

- Of course I did.

- Can I copy it?

- Seriously? You're kind of a smart guy yourself, so why cheat, Miles? - I'm just checking with my friend as I close my locker.

- You know, I was texting a hottie all night last night. Please, help a brother out.

- Ha, all right, you're a hottie. Catch, I'm dropping my homework book.

- Thanks, you're the best!

- I know. Just don't tell Gwen, our Miss Piety will not be won over by your sob story.

- Ha-ha-ha. OK, I'll shut up. You might want to get a girlfriend, too, by the way. There are a lot of applicants after your rise in the 'confrontation' with Flash," Maraless twitched his eyebrows.

- I don't have time right now. And those girls are worthless.

- Well, think about it, mate.

- First period chemistry, better not be late.

I was planning on getting out of school as soon as possible today. I'll probably even get out of the last P.E. class. After all, it was finally time to pack my Spider suit.

It had been a few weeks since the memorable events. I decided to lay low for a while and think things through. Even if that bookie tries to accuse the Masked Miracle of robbery. Who knows? I decided to make sure I was untraceable. I threw the T-shirt and jeans away the next day. I decided to keep the mask as a souvenir. Stupid? Maybe. But there's nothing to link Peter Parker and the Miracle in the Mask, so let's consider this chapter closed.

And a new milestone begins. My $1,500 didn't go anywhere. I've been working on the concept for a long time.

The design will be based on the canon red and blue shades, but it's a prototype, eventually wanting to wear something similar to the Superior Spider-Man costume.

Despite all my disdain for Octavius and Peter's body-stealing story. I have to admit that Otto's crime-fighting methods were somehow closer to my own. Unless, of course, you count the stupid idea of having a headquarters and a personal Arachno-army. That was stupid and villainous. Spidey was a loner, no matter how you looked at it. Must be a character trait.

 But I digress.

First, I googled all the materials I could use. I chose polyurethane and several types of fabrics, polyester and microfibre, which I planned to buy at the weaving shop today. That's why I need more time, so PE, bye-bye.

In general it's cool, I'm starting to get into this world and even sometimes it's hard to remember that it's not my life in the first place. Yeah, that's when it sucks. You can't say I killed the original Peter. I mean, we basically merged. But still, sometimes I feel like I don't deserve these powers, this family. Like a thief.

- Mr Parker, hello?" Professor Collins waved in my face.

- А? Sorry, I got distracted.

- It's okay, I guess in that case you can tell me the difference between these two substances?

- Sure.

***

- Wow, Collins is really on to you. You know better than to provoke him.

- I've answered all his questions.

- Yeah, and since you're so clever, he'll continue to have a grudge against you.

- Thanks for your concern, Gwen, but I think I can handle the nagging of a 50-year-old chemist.

Discussing the situation with my friend, we moved to the table where Miles was waiting for us.

- Guys, what's up?

- Peter was flying around in the clouds in chemistry and Colins got caught up in him," my friend said.

- Whoa, you're in trouble, mate, that guy's an annoying old geezer.

- And I put up with his questions, nothing supernatural.

- What's on your mind, if it's no secret?

- Maybe about what we were discussing?

- Wow! Old Petey decided to open the hunt for women's hearts?

- What? Gwen's interested

- Miles is joking. I mean about giving away your "terrible" secret.

- Got it, shut up and don't ask questions.

- Boys, what are you talking about? - Miss Stacey, who was in the dark, even furrowed her brow.

- Don't worry, Gwendy, we're just joking. I've got a little business to attend to, so I'm going to miss my last class.

- Truancy, Pete? Not a good idea.

- I know, but it's really important.

- Then go. I don't really see the problem.

- If it's really important, then go. I'll go with Miles, then.

- You got my back?

- That's what friends are for.

- You're the best.

Yeah. I didn't want to involve the guys, but if they're asking, I'll take it.

The Astoria area is known for its manufacturing companies, so I got to the workshop quickly.

- Hi, I have an order for a Mr O'Hara.

- Yeah, some pretty expensive fabrics, private embroidery planned?

- Yeah, a Halloween costume.

- That'll be $900.

- Here you go.

- Have a good day.

- You too.

Like I said, the costume wasn't cheap. I don't know how Peter made it in canon. Did he use some kind of cheap materials? Maybe that's why the suit ripped a lot.

I decided to take a responsible approach to making my first uniform. So I wouldn't be ashamed to go out on the streets. So I spared no expense.

And that was all, because I had bought 500 quid worth of reagents.

So I wouldn't have to worry about making spider webs in the near future.

I spent the remaining hundred on a limited order of lens material. The famous Beetle Eyes, in my opinion the most important element of the costume.

So, all the pieces are in place, it's just a matter of making a masterpiece out of them.

***

Three days later.

There was no problem with the sewing. I was instinctively working with the material. I even wondered if it was the spider. Or maybe a real talent. Maybe I should become a fashion designer.

The boots are based on specially purchased trainers. Gloves I made myself.

Most importantly, the mask. The lenses were a bit of a struggle, but luckily there's that legendary "white material for superhero masks" in this world.

Well, the moment of truth. It's out of the box.

That's pretty good for a first job. It was time for patrol.

After waiting until nightfall and making sure my aunt and uncle had gone to bed, I started to get ready. Putting on the suit, I strapped on the web shooters. Spare cartridges might be a problem, but I managed to make a rather mediocre belt with a few pockets, I'll have to improve it too.

Time.

I open the window, slide down the wall and, under the cover of night, fly across the rooftops towards the centre of the Big Apple.

Flying is a miracle, I'll never tire of repeating. When you're up in the air, you get your thoughts in order. I feel like this is going to be my favourite pastime. 

After forty minutes of flying around the city with nothing to show for it, I decided I couldn't go on like this. So, what do I know about the crime situation in New York right now? In the "main tower", most likely, as in the comics, sits Kingpin, but I'm not willing to go and check it right now, without a plan and preparation as "another" not particularly smart Spider. There's also Hell's Kitchen, so should I stop by Daredevil's for a visit?

While I was pondering the situation, right across from me, three guys decided to break into a pastry shop. "Why can't it be bakers, Spidey?" Well the masks and crowbars kind of hint at that.

I jump on the building and start climbing down the wall on the side of the criminals.

- Hey, Mel, you think that's a good idea?

- Don't piss off, Jones, I work in this shithole. There's a safe in Chung's office. Easy money. Or don't you need the dope?

- Of course I do!

- Then shut up and stand guard.

It's time for action. I jump down, grab a lamppost and knock out my silent partner.

- What the--

- You know, guys, I'm not a brilliant criminal planner, but seriously?! A pie shop? You're gonna rob a pie shop? Work on your ambition.

- Who the hell are you? - Jones came at me with a crowbar.

- Oh, where are my manners... - I dodge and in a jump with a shot of spider webs snatch the crowbar from the criminal's hands - ... let me introduce myself, your friendly neighbour, the Amazing Spider-Man, - bow.

- Get him, Mel!

The still unarmed and undisarmed bandit runs at me. I calmly jump back to the wall and, shooting a net, send the guy into his own accomplice.

- Oh, I didn't take care of the note, do you have a pen?

- Fuck you!

- Rude," I slap the mouth of a particularly talkative one. - Don't moo so scared, the cobwebs will fade in time. I'm sure the police patrol will pick you up. Good luck!

Wow, not bad, sure it's only three little bastards, but hey prevented his first official crime as a superhero. That's cool.

Where to next...the docks!

That's right, there's something sinister going on in Hudson Bay under the cover of night. And there's still time.

After covering the distance in twenty minutes, I took up an observation position on top of a construction crane.

I've been in ambush for almost an hour and nothing unusual, maybe I was foolish to think that all the city's scum would come out of their Burrow to be punished by the valiant hero. I'd better fly home, it's not bad enough for the first night.

But no sooner had I aimed my wrist, when suspicious movements began. Suddenly five cars came into the centre of the loading road. From them began to come out guys of different degrees of neatness, but all as one gangster appearance, and when the last car came out of the next subject, I opened my mouth in surprise. You can't tell with the mask on, though.

That's a Taser! For your own people, Buster. Herman Schultz, often known as a freelance mercenary, like Kingpin. A decent number of sixes hints at that possibility. I wonder why he's here.

I move to the far container for better observation. With a gesture, the leader orders two guys to bring a forklift. What do we have? Twelve men in all, including Shocker himself. Six of them have M16s, which is a problem. The rest of them are lightly armed, but it's still a tricky situation.

Basically, I can act like a rookie, which is what I am. I mean, attack, knock out the guards. Fight my first supervillain, but that would be shortsighted. Definitely cool, but stupid.

There's something bigger going on here. A bigger picture that I'm not seeing. If I attack the perpetrators now, I might miss the organiser. Conclusion? I'll keep watching. I'm the new horse on this racetrack, which means the guys don't know to look up sometimes. To avoid any arthropod interference.

Having finished unloading, the criminals got back in their cars and headed for the exit. I bet they're just happy it went off without a hitch.

Yeah, three times. Hooked into a building, set off in pursuit over the top.

The final stop was a warehouse in Forest Hill. A group of trucks went inside. There were no guards on the roof of the building. As I landed, I looked up at the glass windows on the roof. I wondered if they opened.

Meanwhile, there was a lively working atmosphere in the warehouse. A group of twenty young men, who were apparently based here, rushed to unload the car. I can't tell if they're gangsters or just labourers.

Maybe they were forced?

Shocker himself began to report to some jerk in a striped suit and glasses. Just like an accountant.

So, now I know where they're based, I'll hit the warehouse tomorrow, with a plan? I don't think they can do whatever it is they're doing in one day. But it wouldn't hurt to check if the windows are open.

- Hey, who are you? Freeze!

Yeah, of course they're inspecting the roof....

Slowly turning round.

- You guys wouldn't believe I'm just a regular lost parkour player, would you?

- Hands up," yells the dude in the suit, pointing his Glocks at me, along with his partner.

- I raise them up," I slowly raise my hands to the sky and aim two shots sharply at the guards' weapons.

The web hits.

With a quick movement I knock the guns out of the hands of the fighters. An interesting discovery was that they were not afraid, but rushed at me in hand-to-hand combat. I quite calmly parried exactly until the moment when the silent second soldier rushed at me in a "harpoon" and broke through the viewing window! Thus provoking our fall downwards. Or rather my own, for I, at the last moment, caught hold of a spider's web and, flying in an arc, landed on a mountain of boxes.

- Well, well, well, well, you're here? - Shocker stretched out interestedly.

Before he could finish his question, his six men had pointed automatic rifles at me. The labourers also abandoned their previous activities and joined in with their own, grabbing various small arms lying around: boards, tire irons, etc.

Trained devils.

- I tried to pull the "play the hose" trick on your guys, but it didn't work," I shake off my suit. - So let me introduce myself properly, The Amazing Spider-Man, love and respect.

- In a few minutes, you're going to look like an amazing corpse. We don't need any witnesses here. Fire, boys!

Upon receiving the command, the Cerberus began firing.

I jump behind the boxes and start to circle the crowd. Running out from behind the corner, I grab the nearest large box with a spider web and launch it at the guys armed with firearms. After all, as you know, in a fist fight, first of all, knock out the guy with a gun.

The tactic paid off.

Not expecting such swiftness from me, as well as my wooden friend, the guys were slightly disoriented by the box that broke into splinters.

Quickly, I close in on the confused shooters and fly into the nearest enemy with both feet, launching him into a long flight.

Grabbing a dropped assault rifle with my web, I throw it at the second gunner, knocking him out in a flash.

I deal with the four closest opponents with the help of "Spider Bullets" - small shocking clots of spider web. After knocking out the weapons, I use acrobatic techniques to fly over the opponents, hitting two of them with my fists, and the third by grabbing the neck with my legs and throwing him aside.

I tied the fourth one into a cocoon and threw him at the approaching melee fighters.

No gunners left.

- Not bad, kid, but I can't let some bug interrupt an operation I'm responsible for. It's bad for business," Shocker said, tapping something on his gloves.

I also noticed that the aristocratic accountant had retreated from here.

Spider-sense warned me in time about the three bandits approaching from the right.

I'm jumping back.

Distracted in battle! Unacceptable.

I corrected the mistake by fiercely striking the three guys with boards. One takes one in the jaw, which clearly crunches. The second one takes one right in the face. The third one takes a spinning kick to the torso.

Again with the flair.

I bounce away from the boxes and a loud light green energy ripple passes over the place where I was recently.

Shocker made a move.

The rest of the bandits chose to back away when they saw their boss enter the fray.

Still, I got to fight my first supervillain today....

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