The Amazing Spider-Man of Young Justice (Season 1)

A Negative Warehouse

Spider-Man swung through the night sky, his thoughts heavy as he made his way toward the docks in Chinatown with the city's lights blurred beneath him.

As he approached the warehouse district, he slowed his swings, becoming more cautious. The old, weathered buildings loomed ahead, their shadows stretching across the narrow streets. Finally, he spotted the warehouse the thug had described—an abandoned, unassuming structure nestled among the others, easily overlooked.

Spider-Man landed silently on the roof, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of activity. The place seemed deserted, but Peter knew better than to trust appearances. He quickly found a vent on the roof and, with practiced ease, tore off the cover before slipping inside.

The vents were narrow and dusty, but Spider-Man moved through them with the agility of a cat. He paused every few feet, listening intently, but all he could hear was the faint echo of his own breathing. It was eerily quiet—too quiet.

After what felt like an eternity, he found an opening and cautiously peeked through the grate. The warehouse below was dimly lit, with only a few flickering lights casting long shadows across the space. He couldn't see much from his vantage point, but what he could see was a large, open area filled with cargo containers stacked haphazardly.

Spider-Man silently dropped down from the vent, landing in a crouch. His senses were on high alert, but there was still no sign of anyone. The air was thick with dust, and the silence was almost suffocating. He began to move cautiously through the warehouse, his eyes darting around, searching for any clue that would lead him to Mister Negative.

But the deeper he ventured, the more frustrated he became. There was nothing—no guards, no equipment, no signs of recent activity. Just row after row of rusted, metal containers.

"Where is everyone?" Peter muttered under his breath, his frustration growing.

He clenched his fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside him. He had come all this way for what? An empty warehouse?

"When I get my hands on that guy."

In a burst of frustration, he spun around and delivered a powerful kick to one of the cargo containers. The force of the kick sent the container flying across the warehouse, crashing into the far wall with a deafening noise. The sound echoed through the empty space.

Spider-Man let out a growl of irritation and turned to another container. This time, he punched it, but something was different. Instead of crumpling under his strength like the first one, this container resisted. His fist went through the metal with a loud crunch, but the material was sturdier, almost reinforced. He pulled his hand back, and through the hole, he caught a glimpse of something unusual inside—what looked like a room.

"What the...?" Peter whispered, narrowing his eyes at the container.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the edges of the hole and began tearing at the metal with all his might. The metal groaned in protest, but it couldn't withstand Spider-Man's strength. Within moments, he had ripped the doors off the container, revealing a hidden staircase leading downward.

Peter stared at the stairs, his mind racing. "Secret Tunnel." he whimsically silently sung to himself as he cautiously began descending the staircase.

Spider-Man descended the staircase cautiously, the cold, damp air growing heavier with each step. The metal stairs creaked under his weight, echoing in the confined space. As he reached the bottom, he found himself in a large, underground room. It was a stark contrast to the abandoned warehouse above. This place was a fully equipped base, though it was clear no one had been here for some time.