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The SHIELDtacular Spiderman PG-13
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Peter Parker, one of SHIELD's finest, is a part-time gadgeteer in SHIELD's R&D Department, trying to cope with a demanding job at the same time as he attends school. Then, on top of all this, he also winds up getting bitten by a radioactive spider! Oh, what is a teenaged SHIELD agent to do, when he starts to develop superhuman powers? Perhaps he can confide in his friend Agent Romanov? Agent Natalia Romanova, AKA The Black Widow?
Disclaimer: Spiderman, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you watching the show/reading the comic/watching the movie in the first place?
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Previously, on 'The SHIELDtacular Spiderman'
He leaned back and rested on top of his bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Despite some minor incidents related to travelling with the web, tonight had been a smashing success. He could be a superhero! He was a superhero!
"I wonder if there's some sort of Union or something I have to join?" Peter wondered out loud and scratched the back of his head. "Do I need to register myself at the post office to get discounts at the dry cleaners, this shtick must be hard as hell on the costumes?" he mused as he glanced over at his dirty and torn costume. Slamming into and scraping against walls at high speeds had just about ruined this one. He would have to make a new one, recovering this was well beyond his meagre abilities.
"I wonder if..." he started, before trailing off. He hadn't told anybody about this yet, he supposed that May and Ben deserved to know, but he wasn't sure how they were going to take it. But if they took it well, he might be able to get Aunt May to help him out with the costumes. He'd obviously need more then one and from the looks of it, they would have to be mended on a fairly regular basis.
Could he tell them? Should he?
He sighed, thoughts like that could wait for a while. He reached down and pushed the torn costume underneath his bed and hid the stingers underneath his pillows, before sliding in underneath the covers. A few hours worth of sleep wouldn't go amiss and he certainly wouldn't mind having a few nice dreams about the two redheads in his life.
Roll credits
Chapter Three: First Flight
"Uh... C-c-commander Fury? C-contessa? Agent Romanova?" Peter stuttered, taking an involuntary step backwards, before he caught himself. "Come in. Come in. To what do I owe this honour?" he inquired nervously as the three guests strolled into the house. He fervently wished that this wasn't at all related to the events of last night, but he guessed that the chances of that were slim to none. Especially as Fury himself had decided to show up on his family's doorstep on a Sunday morning.
"Spiderman." Nick Fury replied, before focusing his stern one-eyed gaze at Peter, as he seated himself in the couch without waiting for an invitation to do so. "Did you really think that you could keep it a secret from me?" he inquired and the already sky-high intimidation value was increased by yet another notch as the Contessa took up a position behind Fury, adding her own two-eyed glare to Fury's one-eyed.
"Uh... Eh... Uh... Yeah?" he feebly replied and swallowed, feeling the bile rising at the fact that the supreme Commander of SHIELD obviously knew that he was Spiderman. He was incredibly grateful that Aunt May and Uncle Ben was out shopping at the moment. He glanced over at Natalia, who was leaning against the wall next to the couch, observing the proceedings with a bemused smile. Peter swallowed again, he knew the sort of missions Natalia preformed on occasion. Was she going to be the one to terminate him?
"You thought wrong, Parker." Fury commented and lit up a cigar, spitting the chewed-off end of it onto the floor. "You, just like all our newer employees, are under more or less constant surveillance for the first year of employment. I found out about it almost as fast as you yourself did. We've been keeping you under careful tabs ever since, observing and analyzing your actions. Normally, we couldn't do much about it since you're still a kid and wouldn't even if we could as long as you keep your actions at least somewhat legal. Beyond being a vigilante, of course. But all that changed when you were employed by us. You then gained all the privileges of an adult, as well as the responsibilities of one." Fury explained with a smirk.
"You've done great work for us so far, Parker. You'll continue to do so, but in a whole new capacity." Contessa added and gestured at Natalia standing beside the couch. "Parker, meet your new partner. Natalia, say 'hi' to Parker."
"Hi, Parker." Natalia said with a wry smile.
"Hi..." Peter eventually responded, completely shocked by what had just transpired. "I'm... Being transferred to Black Ops?" he managed to get out, once his mental faculties had somewhat recovered from his stunned amazement.
"For now. Though we may put you in the Avengers, after we've evaluated your performance more closely for a while and given you some additional training. Face it, Parker. You're more suited for it then most of our operatives will ever be. The red'n blue suit has to go, however." Fury replied and puffed on his cigar. "And whatever possessed you to come up with the handle, 'Spiderman'? I'll have Public Relations brainstorm about something better."
"I... I kinda like Spiderman..." Peter mumbled in embarrassment.
"The Black Widow and the Spiderman. Well, I guess it'll work. Just don't expect me to start calling myself 'Spiderwoman' anytime soon." Natalia commented.
As opposed to the one of his own fabrication, this one was apparently made out of the same Kevlar hybrid materials that all SHIELD's combat suits were made out of. It was incredibly resistant to wear'n tear, offered insulation against electricity and weaker energy based attacks. It wasn't quite bullet-proof, but it could deflect bullets as long as they weren't headed straight at the one wearing the suit and even if they were, it'd soften the impact some before they tore into the flesh beneath.
He swallowed nervously at that severely uncomforting thought and kept on looking at the suit.
The material wasn't quite as thick around his feet and hands as the rest of it, allowing him to better stick to walls. The colours were a lot clearer then on his original suit, the hood had proper SHIELD visors covering the eyes instead of the cheap-o mirror shades he'd attached to the old one. With the controls now hidden underneath a panel in his tool belt, he could gain night vision. He felt around the throat of his suit and found a microphone hidden there, as well as speakers hidden around the ears of the hood. Those were also connected to the SHIELD tactical network, allowing for him to listen to the police radio as well as stay in touch with HQ.
The weakened Stingers he'd built for himself had been replaced with proper ones, the very same version that Natasha now used. His tool belt was now a proper tool belt, instead of merely a place to store extra webbing. He had flashlights, smoke bombs, flash bangs, a money compartment, a knife, screwdriver and whatnot. Hidden behind the Spider-shaped belt buckle, was also a place for his new NYPD ID and badge, giving Spiderman official status as a policeman, with the right to arrest criminals.
He shook his head and put the suit back, closing the box and opening the other one.
He shook his head and slowly pulled out one of the suits in this box. This was quite different from the red and blue one he'd come up with himself. This was more similar to one of his early designs, when he'd used Widows black suit as a base. This one was black as night, all over, designed for concealment as opposed to the flashy image he'd went for with the first suit. Other then that and a special layering on the outside of it that would give him a chameleon-like ability to blend in with his surroundings, it was the same as the red and blue one.
Fury had 'generously' allowed him to go on doing good deeds on his own time and even provided the red and blue suits for it. But when Peter was on the clock and working for SHIELD, he'd have to wear the black suits. He shook his head and put the suit back, then carried both boxes over to his SHIELD locker which he'd been given when he first started working for them so he would have somewhere to lock up sensitive materials he may or may not take home with him.
He put his palm against the reader and winced as a blood sample was extracted from the palm of his hand as his fingerprints were being scanned, before the door opened for him.
It was nearly empty, only containing copies of the paperwork he had to sign when he first started working for SHIELD. Now, he also put all his new suits into the locker, before he closed it.
He was already wearing one of the red and blue ones underneath his clothes, having been given a prototype suit yesterday as he went in for training.
It had been a gruelling three days of tests, training, more tests and even more training on top of that, since Fury had announced that his spidery ass was his for the rest of his life. He was now at least moderately competent at web-slinging as he'd started calling it and he'd progressed amazingly in his unarmed combat training. He'd discovered that in addition to enhanced reflexes, heightened speed and super strength, that he also possessed some sort of supernatural cognition that let him know when he was in danger. All this, coupled with the fact that he was now a whole lot more agile then he'd ever been before, resulted in him being very good at hand-to-hand.
His new partner had been lavish with her praise and while she was without a doubt the more skilled of the two, she had yet to actually beat him thanks to his superhuman abilities. The fact that he was quicker, stronger, more durable and could sense when she was about to lash out at him, gave him an edge she just couldn't beat, in spite of the fact that she had been trained to fight by some of the worlds best. With her teaching him those very same skills, he'd only get better.
Of course, it wasn't all praise and admiration. She was just as generous with her scathing comments as her lavish praise over his combat skills whenever the subject of getting his hands dirty came up.
Peter was basically a pacifist at heart. While he was worldly enough to realize and admit that violence was sometimes the preferred course of action, he just couldn't condone killing or even seriously injuring others, either in the line of duty or otherwise. This was a major issue between the two of them and he guessed that it would continue to be so, as he wasn't inclined to change his mind about that any more then she apparently was.
He had also had daily sessions with Doctor Eriksen. Very different sessions then the ones he was used to.
Instead of teaching him to handle the fact that his inventions could be used to kill and the guilt he felt over that, he now had de-sensitization sessions, where he was taught to separate his thoughts from his emotions. When he got the hang of it, he'd be able to keep his cool and work effectively even when faced with the most horrifying of sights. There was also a part of those meetings being devoted to the guilt he felt over having to go through those sessions.
"Boy, am I fucked up..." Peter mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth in his basement as he pondered the assignment he'd been given. SHIELD had arranged for him to have the entire week off from school and other then the testing and training he was going through, he'd been given another assignment.
Public relations.
Spiderman had to be seen, taking names and kicking ass, generally being a regular superhero type. He also had to do it in his red'n blues. The shrinks and publicists had also suggested that he keep on being jovial and joking, as he had when apprehending Tarantula, whenever he wore the red and blue. On the other hand, when he wore the black, he'd keep his mouth shut and allow Natasha to do the talking, if any talking was necessary. For some reason, Fury didn't want Spiderman to be associated with The Black Spider as he'd decided to call Peter when wearing the black suit.
"The Black Widow and the Black Spider..." Peter muttered under his breath. He wasn't at all fond of that name and really wished that Fury had come up with something else.
Then again, he certainly wasn't about to tell Fury that!
He shuddered as he tried to imagine himself arguing with Fury, only to have the much older man silently glare at him. That was all it would take, most likely.
Nicholas Fury could glare like none other Peter had ever met.
Speaking of which, he'd better head on out and do some good deeds, or Fury might stare at him when he went in to the 'office' later on.
Dave Wilson blinked, stopped in mid-motion from taking a bite out of his sandwich. He thought he knew every guy on the job, but that was one voice he didn't recognize. He looked up and nearly fell off the iron girder as he spotted the city's latest superhero, Spiderman, above him sitting upside down on the girder above Dave. Spiderman had pushed his mask up, though his 'up' was currently 'down', a bit and was holding a large sandwich wrapped in aluminium foil in his hands.
"Uh... I got some egg, ham, mayo and cucumber onna rye, if y'wanna switch..." Dave hesitantly offered, blinking as he stared up at the fellow sitting above him.
"Egg and mayo? Well, I guess I get enough exercise to spoil myself once in a while." Spiderman responded with a wry smile, then let his own sandwich drop down onto Dave's lap. "It's a deal." he continued.
"Uhm, here..." Dave weakly replied and held up his own sandwich.
"Thanks man. Appreciate it." Spiderman replied and gratefully accepted the trade, taking a large bite out of it. "Mmmm, much better."
"What are you doing here?" Dave hesitantly asked after a few moments of simply staring at the odd guy sitting above him, defying all laws of gravity.
"Lunch break. Gotta recharge the old batteries from time to time." Spiderman wryly replied and took another bite out of his newly acquired sandwich. "If things keep on being quiet, I thought I'd help you guys out some afterwards." he continued and took a few sips from a water bottle strapped to his tool belt. The guys and girls in the PR department had suggested that he do something other then merely crime fighting and had given him a list of suggested activities. With his strength, webbing and ability to stick to walls, construction had been one they'd suggested for him to try out.
The Daily Bugle had already started making him out to be some sort of dangerous vigilante, in spite of the fact that he'd flashed his badge from time to time to prove that he wasn't a vigilante, merely a very unusual policeman. The other papers were lots better, but it seemed as if the Bugle had decided to stick with their original angle for a while longer. He shrugged, the NYPD would have a press conference in two days and after that, the Bugle would only make themselves look silly if they kept on accusing him of being a vigilante or possible criminal.
It certainly helped having SHIELD holding his back for this super-hero shtick. He'd never even considered what sort of trouble he could have wound up in when he decided to become a superhero. If it wasn't for SHIELD, things would likely be extremely messed up if he'd struck out on his own.
He jerked as he got the message over the police radio that there'd been a robbery and he sighed, shaking his head as he took another sip of water before he pulled his mask back in place.
"Hey. I gotta make trails, there's a robbery in progress. Here, have the rest of this." he said and let the remainder of the sandwich drop into Dave's lap, before he shot off a strand of webbing and swung away.
"Wow." Dave commented to himself, before he shook his head and threw Spidermans sandwich over his shoulder, before he picked the rest of his own up from his lap. "He was right. Banana-bread and salami do not mix well."
"Gngh! What the?" the old man grunted and suddenly lost a great deal of altitude after the addition of some unexpected weight onto his back. "Get off!" he snapped.
"Nuh-uh. Not going to happen. You're going down, birdbrain! At your age, you ought to know better then to rob jewellery stores, grandpa." Peter quipped and caught the attaché case from the old mans hand by the way of a well-placed web-line.
"Hey, thief! Give me that!" the old man exclaimed and turned around, expecting to loose the unexpected passenger by the unexpected manoeuvre. Much to the old mans apparent surprise, Peter's feet stuck to his back and he managed to remain in place, in spite of standing upside down on the old mans back. "What the... What sort of freak are you?" the old man demanded to know.
"I am the spectacular Spiderman, one of NYPD's finest. And you old man, are under arrest." Peter informed the old guy, plucking out his badge from behind his belt, which he flashed in the white-haired old mans face, before he put it back. "Now, if you'd just land somewhere real easy-like, I'll read you your rights."
"Drop dead." the old man snapped, then made a series of twisting turns, swift rolls and bucking moves, which did succeed in throwing Peter off his back.
"Wahooo!" Peter exclaimed in mock glee as he dropped away, then spun around and struck the old mans arms with two lines of webbing, creating the worlds ugliest hand-glider. "I've always wanted to try this, so thank you for the opportunity!" he exclaimed and tugged on the webs, trying to direct his impromptu human kite.
"You freak! Let go of me! You'll bring us both down!" his opponent snarled.
"Y'know, you're unexpectedly good at this. I figured we'd have gone down pretty much instantly once I jumped onto your back. And even now, with your arms and wings pretty much held up, we're still not loosing altitude as quick as I'd figured." Peter mused out loud as he gave another couple of experimental tugs, looking up and observing the wings of his thieving adversary. "They're mostly for show and doesn't really carry your weight, aren't they? I'm guessing that you're carrying some sort of anti-gravity device or something. Am I right?" he asked.
"None of your business, man-spider! Now lemme go!" was the angry response.
"Boy, you're boring." Peter sighed. "And it's Spiderman! What are you calling yourself by the way? The Magpie?" he jested cheerfully.
"The Vulture!" he growled. "Now, get off!" he yelled and waved his arms frantically, bucking and twisting in an attempt to dislodge his unwanted passenger.
Or so it seemed at least.
"Waaahgck!" Peter cried out as his danger cognition, what he'd dubbed his 'spider sense' started informing him that something was frantically trying to get his attention. Only Peter didn't realize what was up, until he slammed straight into the wall of a building while the Vulture just barely cleared the roof of it.
Of course, since the webs were stronger then the Vulture had thought, it didn't do the old man much good as his forward motion was halted and he slammed head-first into the roof, completely knocking him out.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." Peter whimpered as he slowly dragged his beaten body up onto the roof, where he laid down on his back and took deep breaths as he tried to recover. "Okay, note to self. When travelling with bad-guy air, always keep an eye on where you're going." he mumbled to himself, then slowly got onto his feet. He cut off the webs from his stingers, then pulled the Vulture up onto his feet, before he fired new webs at him, tying him up more securely.
+Spiderman. Are you all right?+ a male voice inquired over the SHIELD tactical communication network.
"Just peachy." Peter replied as he threw Vulture over his shoulders and started walking down the wall of the building. "I'd appreciate it if you sent a car to this address to pick up this fellow, however."
+Consider it done. We'll send one of our units in NYPD colours. The guys from R&D want to have a look at how that guy could fly unassisted. Over and out.+ the switchboard operator informed him.
"Great. Over and out." Peter replied and kept on descending, cheerfully waving at people inside the windows he walked on by on his way towards the ground, causing quite a few surprised expressions and exclamations as the office workers saw a man in a form-hugging spider costume walking casually outside their windows, carrying an unconscious senior citizen dressed in a green jump-suit with large white wings attached to it.
The promised undercover SHIELD unit showed up just seconds before Peter reached the ground and two disguised SHIELD agents took Vulture into custody. Peter hesitated for a few moments, then asked for a ride back to HQ. He could web his way over there, but while the crash into the wall wasn't all that serious, he didn't quite feel like web-slinging at the moment as that would no doubt worsen the faint hints of pain that still remained.
His body recovered unusually fast, but it had been quite the impact, so as not to aggravate his injuries, he decided to take the easy way out and hitch a ride to HQ. Which was another little perk of having the backing of a powerful organisation, Peter guessed. Had he been going at it alone, he'd have to move around on his own, no matter his injuries.
He shuddered at the thought, trying to imagine just how much his life would have sucked if he'd been on his own, while other Peter Parkers in other universes and timelines felt oddly cheated somehow, without quite knowing the reason for it...
The End! ( For now... )
