Ultimate Genesis Spider-Man #2

Written By Mimick

"You drive me crazy"

Black is the in color, and the way it contorted to the lithe frame of Spider-Man made a lot of girls at Mid-Town High talk. There were cat calls, and chatter about what kind of hunk was under the mask. Peter walked toward a particular group of girls that he knew; sitting on at picnic table was Mary Jane Watson, Liz Allen, and Jessica Jones. He came around and sat beside Jessica who wrapped her arms around him.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"I was working on some new software up until late last night," he said, then yawned.

"Well, that doesn't mean you couldn't have given me a call."

"Sorry Jess," he said, a smile formed on his face before they kissed.

"So, what are you two doing tonight?" asked Liz; she wrapped an arm around Mary Jane. "Me and MJ are going to GLBT expo; wanna come?"

"But, you two aren't..."

Jessica elbowed Peter in the ribs preventing him from finishing his sentence. She then grabbed her two friends hands, and smiled.

"You two have fun, me and Peter have a date tonight."

"All right," said Liz, her and MJ got up and walked off to class.

Peter's eyes widened when he saw where Liz had her hand, "How come I didn't know this?"

"Because, you're as dense as that idiot Flash Thompson..."

Peter turned to Jessica and saw she was angry, he put a hand on her shoulder, but she pushed it away. He lowered his eyes, and then looked away from her when he saw Harry Osborn walking past the gathered students outside who were eating lunch. He narrowed his eyes wondering what the resident billionaire was doing, but he was slapped on the shoulder, which brought his attention back to his girlfriend.

"Hey, next time don't embarrass me in front of my friends!"

"I didn't know," he said, throwing up his hands. "I thought they were just being overly friendly."

"The fact they were kissing the night we got together with Liz's hand on MJ's ass wasn't a big enough clue?" asked Jessica, an incredulous look on her face. "I can't believe my boyfriend is the smartest kid around, and yet at the same time; the densest."

"I-I didn't pay that much attention, Jess."

"Yeah, well..." she lowered her eyes, and took his hand. "I don't know why I made such a big deal out of it anyways... they don't."

"Sorry, do you want...you want to go to the arcade by Shelly's?"

"Nah, I don't feel like it..."

"What do you want to do?" he asked, holding her hand, and laying her head to rest on his shoulder.

She looked up at him, a sly smile on her face, and she ran her finger up his chest to his chin. He lowered his head, and they kissed.

"Your wish is my command," said Peter after pulling away.

"Where you going?" she asked, watching him as he got up from the bench. "I want to cuddle some more."

"Class, remember?"

"Oh," she said grabbing her tray and following him back inside.

Thomas looked through the folder containing the outlined ideas his mystery guest gave him last night and chuckled at the flashiness described within. A knock on the door disturbed him as he flipped the page, and he raised an eyebrow, a look of irritation on his face. He closed the folder, and then cleared his throat.

"Come in," he said, placing his hands in front of himself.

In walked Adelene and she had a troubled look on her face. Thomas offered her a seat, which she took, and he leaned back a bit in his chair waiting for her to say something.

"Did I do something wrong, 'cause father says fags are evil."

"Well," said Thomas, leaning forward onto his desk. "While that is something he says in the confines of his home, that is not something we can say in public."

"Why?" she asked; a dumbfounded look plastered on her face.

"I'm not sure you would understand."

"Because I'm dumb?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "I'm thirty-two years old, my father says I'm smart."

"No, because it doesn't matter when it concerns you; your father is a powerful man that can... make problems go away."

"I don't understand," she said, a look of confusion formed on her face. "So, it's all right to say I hate fags?"

Thomas shook his head, "No, it isn't; in fact I never want to hear you utter that again."

"Why?"

"Despite how powerful your father is, despite what he means to this company - I cannot risk a small minded bitch like you spouting homophobic slurs during important board meetings, or in public!"

Adelene brought her hand up to her face, and she was all shook up. She looked away from Thomas and he got out of his seat, and made his way over to her where he grabbed the head of the chair.

"Now, listen to me, you ever utter anything stupid out of your mouth again, I don't care what your father does to my company -- I will throw YOU out that damn window myself!"

He pointed at the window that he would throw her out of, and she cowered away. Once he was sure she got the point, he let go of the back of the seat, and walked back to his desk. Her eyes lingered on him, and he glared at her; and then motioned to the door.

She got up and made herself scarce; he then looked briefly at the folder before grabbing the phone to make a call.

Harry walked into the study where his dad did most of his business work; he looked around at all of the books his dad collected over the years due to his thirst for knowledge. Harry's dad believed that with knowledge came power, and like every Osborn, Norman prided himself on his knowledge, his very intelligence and awareness. Which Harry knew made hiding his secrets all the more difficult and yet exhilarating at the same time. He wanted to come to his dad on his own terms rather than his dad finding out, and coming to him. After looking at some old pictures, he ran up to his room, and locked the door. Then he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the black top underneath with the white spider emblem. As soon as he removed his clothes, he put his mask on and leaped out of the window, making his way toward the city.

Jessica lie her head on Peter's chest as they laid on the flatbed of his truck looking up at the stars. He had put a mattress there to make it more comfortable for the both of them, but he noticed Jessica fidgeted every moment, or so.

"It's beautiful out, you know?" she asked.

"I know," he said, staring at the night sky.

She ran her hand across his stomach with a distant look on her face - Peter rubbed her back and she looked up at him.

"So, what are you planning to do after high school?" she asked.

“College, definitely.”

“What about a family?”

“Some day.”

“So – you have your whole life figured out?” she said, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Y-yeah, I think I do.”

“Oh...”

Peter looked down at her, and saw she was sad, and picking at the shirt button just above his navel.

“There's time for us,” he said. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Yeah...”

Spider-Man landed on a rooftop, and sprinted to the other side. His sense of awareness sharpened to an almost supernatural level. He leaped and fired a web-line that he swung from to an adjacent building. Then lowered himself on another web-line. He found two hoodlums standing guard outside of the Reco Junkshop.

His eyes narrowed behind his mask until he saw a man walk up to them wearing a costume that sported rings. He pulled one ring off his wrist, and it glowed.

“Now, stand right there, Brady.”

“Okay.”

He tossed the ring, and Spider-Man's spider-sense went off. He shot a glob of his webbing covering the ring, and yanked on it. Sending it in another direction. The ring melted through the webbing, and cut through a support girder.

“Hey, who did that?”

“I-I did,” said Spider-Man, as he lowered himself on his tethered line. “Give up, and go to jail.”

“Fat chance!”

The costumed man slipped another ring off of his other wrist, and hurled it. Spider-Man leaped off his tethered line, but the ring homed in on him, and looped over him binding his arms to his sides.

Pinned and unable to use his arms, Spider-Man had to fight off the two incoming goons with his feet. He sprung onto his back sending both black soles into the men's chins sending them into the far wall.

“That must hurt, pal.”

“I-it does...” said Spider-Man. “But, not as much as my fist will when it hits your face!”

With a powerful flex of his muscles, Spider-Man was able to finally break the flexi-steel ring. He then leaped at his prey who lobbed another ring in front of him as protection. The ring circled in front of the costumed man creating some kind of friction shield that Spider-Man couldn't get past without burning himself.

«That's way too hot.»

«I'll have to think of something else.»

Spider-Man tried going around, but the ring moved with the hero whichever way he went protecting the costumed man he was trying to defeat.

“Now, if this doesn't beat all – looks like I pulled off one for a change.”

“Who are you?” asked Spider-Man.

“Me?” said the costumed man, as he rubbed his chin. “Call me...the Ringer!”

“What?” said Spider-Man. “That is so fucking corny!”

“Hey, better than whatever your name is!”

“Mine's Spider-Man.”

“Lamer than mine.”

“Whatever.”

Spider-Man leaped up onto the roof, and tapped his inner ear mic. Critical thinking not being his forte.

“Pete, I hope your at home – I seriously need your help.”

“What, are mumbling to yourself now?”

“Shut up!” said Spider-Man squirting off a wad of his webbing at the Ringer.

The webbing was melted by the spinning ring. Spider-Man heard no response, and he tightened his fists.

«What now?»

NEXT ISSUE: RING AROUND THE SPIDER