Spider-Man: The Greatest Spider-Man

Cleaning The Streets! The Two Methods Of Differing Heroes!

At the Parker house that evening, the curly haired boy paces around the house with his arms folded across his chest as he tries to settle himself down. Peter in the meantime was sitting at his computer, facing his protege with a concerned expression on his face. "You know, stressing out the way you are isn't going to help anyone." He said, praying that would settle him down.

"I know I understand. It's just.....I hate that this is happening again. I mean, first my best friend, now this guy i can't stand?! I just don't want them getting into something they may not be able to handle, and then get killed as a result." Will said with a hint of panic. "I wanna get him to stop.....but it's so frustrating that he won't listen....."

Peter sighs softly, nodding his head in understanding. "I get it. But we can't stop that from happening. This kid needs to learn.....and he will." The retired hero said gently before gathering his thoughts. "First, I'm gonna need to understand who this kid is."

Will gathers his thoughts together, giving himself time to think clearly. "Okay....so.....the guy's name is Clarence Sanchez, and he's this arrogant rich prick who thinks he deserves everything because of the money he has. He's not Tony Stark rich or anything.....but his family owns a business of their own. Something on special prosthetics I think. So I could kinda see how he got that suit made...... anyway he doesn't have any experience in combat, but he knows how to use tech....and last but not least if he doesn't get what he wants, he tends to just..... prove that he can get it anyway with his money." Will explains to the older male.

Peter ponders his thoughts as he typed on the computer, searching for any details on the Sanchez family. "Oh right.....that family. Not bad at least. The Sanchez family indeed does work with prosthetics with advanced technology in the arms to look and feel like human skin, and can blend perfectly with the muscle structure to be exactly like the limb one lost. But this suit they made is made of the similar tech within, only meant to be the titanium alloy....in fact, it reminds me of a suit Tony once made me years ago.....only the color scheme reversed." Parker explained as he does scans on the Iron Spider suit.

Will nods his head in understanding. "Okay well....I gotta stop him before he runs into a supervillain. Can't risk him getting killed because I couldn't save him." He said with a calm expression, getting ready to head out.

"I'll monitor you and try to figure out where he is so you can find him." Peter assures him as he starts typing on his computer, noticing Will was out web swinging. "Just be careful yourself. Don't risk getting too hurt if they are attacking your....rival?" He advised, trying to figure out the dynamic between the two.

"Right. I'll do my best to sir." Will told him as he swings away, hoping to find him soon. After about five minutes, Parker tells him to search for Clarence somewhere in Brooklyn. "Brooklyn? Is he searching for more of Fisk's flunkies?" He mumbled to himself as he swings. But that's when it hit him. "There's a precinct where Fisk's Fists are at, and if that's where he went, it's heavily armed..... I gotta get there fast!"

At the precinct, Clarence hangs above several of Fisk's Fists, getting ready to fight. "Let's show these hooligans what a real superhero looks like." He said to himself, descending down and webbing some soldiers down to the ground with his impact webbing. Some of the guards noticed this and began firing at the Iron Spider, who was dodging most of the assault. The rest however, didn't do any concerning damage. Instead it made Clarence punch one in the face, then kick another.

"This Spider-Man just comes up with new things to mess with us! Get him now!" The Fisk's Fists agents said, clearly becoming annoyed by this before getting hit in the face. Some of them were down, but there were many more on the way, which Clarence was prepared for, webbing a few to walls and narrowly dodging gunfire from afar. But he knew he was in trouble, especially when one had a rocket launcher aimed at him. "Say goodnight Spider-Man-"