Spider-Man: Lost and Found (18+)

Chapter 42: Burn

The Titans had followed Beastboy across the jungle as fast as they could until they eventually reached the outskirts of the city in question. They had anticipated a long drawn out journey across the city, filled with many twists and turns, however, it seemed this mystery person needed shelter as soon as possible. Because, it was not long before Beastboy's canine running and sniffing slowed down as they neared an old workshop  which, judging by how low the sun was setting over the horizon, should have been closed by now.

However, sure enough, as they approached the outside gate of the property and the green changeling paused, and changed back into his human form. Then he turned around, covering his nose withba disgusted gag.

"Oh my god. Yep, dudes DEFINITELY in there." He groaned, before gagging again.

"What's wrong?" Artemis asked with a teasing grin. "Too much cologne?"

"Ugh, no." Beastboy said, plugging his nose. "Dude smells like death ITSELF died, christ almighty..."

"Well lets sneak in and see if we can find anybody." Peter whislered, then looked to the kryptonian clone. "Superboy, think you can stay and keep watch?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

"Cool." Peter nodded, turning to the gate, before crushing the lock off with his palm. "Everyone stay alert."

Meanwhile, as the Titans entered the premises, the person in question was inside. A slender man of average height with shaggy brown hair and a scruffy face. The man was dressed in all leather, boots, pants, and jacket. His leather gloved hands tightly gripped a small spoon, ravenous shoveling cold soup from a can into his mouth like some kind of animal who hadn't eaten in weeks.

However, his meal was suddenly interrupted as he felt a familiar shiver run up his spine, then his body gave a sudden and violent jerk, his neck flinging back towards the ceiling as his body began to move on its own the the snapping sound of bones as he rigidly stood up from his chair, crushing the can in his hand and spilling the rest of the soup everywhere. However, what little soup spilled on his gloves, slowly started to sizzle and evaporate as his fist started producing smoke from it, flames slowly beginning to trick under the sleeves of his jacket. The man clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes shut as if trying to fight for control of himself. However, soon his rigidity began to ease and his shoulders lowered, before he walked out of the room he was in.

As the Titans slowly entered the darkened property, the last bit of sunlight had finally vanished from the sky, leaving them in an even more stark shadowy night. They looked around at the various crates and spare tires, to check if anyone was outside. However, when they quickly found nobody, they gathered in front of the main entrance to the two story building.

"Alright, guys, it's gonna be tight in here, so everyone stay on your toes." Peter said.

The others nodded quietly in agreement, then they all turned around, inching forward to enter. However, they were stopped when the older Titans heard a familiar voice that sent chills up their spines.

"Well what do you know... as I live and breathe... My old friends, the Titans..." Came the cold, taunting voice they knew all too well.

Their eyes widened at that and the team immediately spun around with hostile glares. There, standing on the roof next door across from the shop's yard, was a team lead by Slade, consisting of himself along with Ravager and several shadows members. One of which was much shorter female, likely only a teenager, and wore a different mask than the others, allowing no skin to show whatsoever, even the eyes were covered.

"You've got some nerve coming back." Raven growled.

"Oh, I know." Slade nodded tauntingly. "A feat I myself am quite impressed with..." After that, the maasive Armor of Crimson Dynamo descended from the sky and landed in front of Slade's team with a crash.