Spider-Man: The Greatest Spider-Man

Depths Of Darkness and Negativity!

About 3 hours later, a familiar criminal was arrested for driving a clearly stolen truck to transport unknown goods to who knows where.....a particularly bad wound was on his leg from where his own sword hurt him, and he was clearly furious about it. He was humiliated by a new superhero! Spider-Man was bad enough as is! But this rookie?! Who was clearly on his first day on the job?! "How could I have let this shit happen to me?! Me?! Timmy Tolleson!" He shouted in irritation, wincing in pain from his injured leg. But the more he thought about it, the more he blamed it on the two superheroes that got in his way. If they didn't, he would've been able to deliver it out no problems. But now here he was, in prison.....it angered him that he got caught so easily!

As he sat in his cell, the criminal known at Timmy looks at his leg wound, gritting his teeth in anger. "If it wasn't for that one pest, I also wouldn't have a damn injured leg....in fact ...it'd probably be fine right now." He mumbled in irritation as he thinks about what he went through. However, as he thought about his leg before it was injured.....the spot that was stabbed turned to a mysterious midnight black, and before he could question it..... Somehow his stab would was.... completely healed. As if it never happened to him in the first place.....that definitely wasn't normal...... right? No of course it wasn't! That'd be ridiculous....and yet, he just experienced it himself. Must've been a coincidence right?....that was the answer he was gonna go with.

Later in the day, Timmy was walking through Rykers, going outside to do work out in the courtyard with the other prisoners. Of course it was going to be hot when he did so as well.....he would get started, cleaning up the mess other prisoners left....old bags of food, bottles, glass, whatever was on the ground, they'd dispose of. Timmy was starting to get a little tired of the work, but knew he'd be punished if they didn't, and that left him feeling as if he had to work harder, making him feel stressed out......a feeling that felt.... odd to him, in fact, it felt almost.....like it hurt.......but he had to ignore that pain for now.

When it getting to be lunchtime, Timmy was getting his...... food.....if one could call this slop food....old looking potatoes, mushy green beans and.....sloppy meat? No one was able to tell what it was. But Timmy was carrying his tray, ready to find a seat. "How can I eat this shit...? It looks absolutely disgusting..." He mumbled to himself with slight frustration.

But Timmy would immediately lose his tray to someone much larger than him. But of course he'd get it back.....right in his face. All his food he got, splattered on his face and chest. Potatoes went in his nose, some juice from the meat getting in his vision, the green beans falling on his prison uniform..... "Oops. Sorry newbie. Thought you were just a fly." A prisonor mocked before smacking his back harder than necessary, as if asserting his dominance with his size and strength. Of course, his friends all joined in the teasing, dropping the tray on his head for whatever remains of the food could fall on Timmy's.

As Timmy endured this humiliation, he could feel himself getting angrier, more irritated, and.... almost as if he wanted to kill this bastard. However, he knew he couldn't do so without a guard snitching on him and adding to his sentence, or worse......the more of those thoughts flooded his mind, the more random pain he'd feel in his own body. It didn't make any sense to him. Why was he in such pain? Pain in his leg made sense, his blade pierced that. But his entire body??? Why now?......he'd have to figure that out another time. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now let me leave so I-"

But before Timmy could finish his sentence, he gets shoved into a wall with immense force, slamming into the concrete surface and grunting in pain. The man who did this smirks as he cracks his knuckles. "Hear that Bruiser? This punk thinks he can tell me what to do." The brute said, staring down at his smaller prey.

The man called Bruiser laughs a goofy, almost moronic laugh, showing that out of the two of them, he was definitely the dumber of the two. "Yeah! Show em who's boss!" He said with that same goofy expression.