The Univengers

Chapter 8: New York City

The Daily Bugle was a proud industry for printing newspapers and its equally proud editor-in-chief, J. Jonah Jameson certainly had stubbornness. He was in his late 40s, had a buzz cut with a short mustache, and always carried a cigar with him 24/7. On this particular day, Jameson was having a meeting with an engineer from Stark Industries named Scott Trowbridge. Scott wore glasses, a white lab coat, a gray shirt underneath the coat with a white v-collar, and had two light gray steaks in his dark grey hair. Despite this, he had the voice of a teenager. Scott was presenting an image on his display board of a vehicle his team consisting of Stark and Bugle members designed called the SCOOP, which would be able to transport twelve reporters to the location they needed to be.

"It looks tacky," Jameson remarked.

"Cut them some slack, Jonah," said Robbie Robertson. "It's just concept art." Robbie was the Bugle's top editor. He was black and about the same age as Jameson. He would always be the voice of reason for him.

"I think it looks great," said Peter Parker. "As long as it's efficient, it could work." Peter was a 19-year-old Midtown High School alumni attending Empire State University and a part-time photographer for the Bugle. He wore a white button-up shirt and navy blue pants. His hair and eyes were hazel-colored. His hair curled down on the left and right sides of his forehead. A year earlier, he was—yeah, yeah, you know the origin story.

"How fast will they be?", Jameson asked Scott.

"We're estimating 45 to 50 miles per hour," answered Scott.

"Right," said Jameson. "Just don't make them too expensive." Out of the blue, Peter felt his spider senses tingling. He felt it coming from outside, but where? Then, he saw it. Seven skinny black clouds coming from the horizon. He had to leave.

"Parker, where do you think you're going?", asked Jameson.

"I, uh, have to use the restroom," said Peter.

"If you don't get back here in two minutes, I'm gonna lower your salary," said Jameson. The Death Eaters arrived above Wall Street and started blowing up cars with their wands as they were flying by. The horrified New Yorkers ran into the nearest indoor buildings. Not long after, the Decepticons started launching missiles into the streets. Everyone at the Bugle huddled away from the windows. Spider-Man leaped out from behind the Bugle building and ran after the group, leaping over multiple rooftops. He was getting ahead and stopped without them noticing. He tried to make a big web net between the buildings to catch them. Within seconds, the net disintegrated.

"Great, they ruined my masterpiece," said Spider-Man. Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters, Goyle Snr., changed direction and chased after Spidey. The wall-crawler back the way he came.

"It's not every day you get chased by an angry cloud," Spider-Man muttered as he dodged Goyle's death spells. Spidey jumped down into an alley. Goyle's cloud dipped down and landed on the roof. The black smoke cleared and Goyle stood looking down the alley. No one was there. Sike. Spidey was hiding underneath a fire escape platform. Once Goyle started to fly back to his group, Spidey leaped up and web-grabbed his leg. Goyle pulled against the web, so Spidey used his other hand to web-grab the other leg. Finally, Goyle was thrown to the ground. Spidey web-grabbed Goyle's wand and snatched it to his hands. He snapped it in half.

"You stay here while I go see your cult buddies," he said. He wrapped Goyle into a web straight jacket so he wouldn't go anywhere. The spider senses came back and a few explosions were heard.

"That doesn't sound good," said Spider-Man. He swung over to investigate.

"We now return to coverage of the ongoing attacks from unidentified flying objects," announced reporter Gordon Bowman.