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Cover picture by artist Alex Van Aken found on dribbble.com from Pinterest.
This short story is set when Spider-man (Peter Parker) is twenty-one years old. Recently, a mysterious purple gas has been released at major company meetings, causing members to go unconscious. Spider-man and the police work closely to figure out who is behind this. Their lead, is a certain manufacturing company. Spider-man heads there to investigate. What he finds, might be more than he can handle.
"Hey, your not Frank?!" a company security guard by a door shouts.
Spider-man waves the ID pass in his hand, "He got me in this far, didn't he?"
The security guard reaches for his ear piece, "Sector 23, there is an intruder...." A web catches onto his hand. He draws his eyebrows together and reaches for his gun. A second web strand yanks his gun away. He wiggles his finger in attempt to shake the sticky substance off.
"What is this stuff made out of?" he mutters as Spider-man listens to his earpiece. With his enhance senses he hears a lady, "Round up the members to Sector 23."
"Some salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate." he nonchalantly response. The security guard gave him a confused look.
"Yah, look it up on your phone when you can." He scans the next door and jumps to the ceiling,"Meanwhile, ciao!"
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The double doors shut behind him as he crawled along the ceiling. Motion censored cameras scan the ground below.
The perks of being part spider, the Vigilante thought. Just a few feet in front of him stood the last door. He knew this, because he had been in their mainframe computer and had downloaded the blueprints of the facility.
"Almost there."
Suddenly his spider senses went haywire. Behind him, five security guards poured into the wide hallway. They wore angry scowls. One of them, a lady with short pink hair demands, "Halt hero!" Guns clicked in and batons crackled with electricity.
Spider-man froze. "Oh great, the Calvary is here. So much for stealth." he sarcastically mutters.
He anchored a line of web to the ceiling and slowly drops down, "So, I guess now you all know I'm not Frank." he said.
The weapons were shoved closer to his face, "Woah there, Frank is totally fine! He's just taking a nap.", lifting his hands in surrender.
"Put the weapons away," the lady with the pink hair commanded. She took a look at him with her sharp grey eyes, "he's only going to keep bantering."
