A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Thirteen

"Well now what? What am I suppose to do, just sit here and wait to loose my mind?" Spider-Man paced back and forth the glass fronted cell he was placed into for his own protection and the safety of others. He understood why he had to be placed in here, agreed with it even, but Fury could of provided some forms of entertainment while he waited. "How long will it take them to figure out how to help me? A few hours? What about a few days? I have work to think about and Aunt May will start to get suspicious..."
    His complaints got cut off as a S.H.I.E.L.D scientist walked up to his cell and started punching in the code on the lock. "Hey!" Spider-Man said looking at the man. "Am I free to go? Did you find a cure already?"
    "'fraid not." The man said with a sigh. "The genetic make up of this Symboite is drastically different from the original we have on file." He stepped into the cell with Spider-Man and glass closed behind him. "We're starting to do more tests, but we need another sample for a control."
Spider-Man sighed. "Alright." He was disappointed that yes, he would be stuck in here for quite some time, but he cooperated and did what he was asked. Well he tried to anyway. He attempted to pick a spot of the black suit and stretch it enough for a sample to be snipped away, but no matter how much he tugged or where he picked the spot, the suit was stuck to him tightly and wouldn't budge.
The scientist noticed his struggling and backed off. "Interesting." He said examining Spider-Man and the suit now.
"I don't know what's going on!" Spider-Man said still trying to pull away at the suit. "It's like... It's like it doesn't want to be cut again."
The scientists took a note, quickly scrawled on his clipboard then looked at Spider-Man, motioning for him to stop struggling with the suit. "It doesn't." The scientists said. "It knows what I'm here for and what's going to happen to it, and since it was already cut it has... adapted to not allow itself to be harmed like that."
"Well that's great, I suppose it's adapted to not come off then too right?" Spider-Man asked looking back at him and crossing his arms in annoyance. "What am I going to do when I need to go? Like, go?"
"Maybe it'll have some pity?" The scientist suggested with a smirk. "That aside, how are you feeling? Loss of will power? Changes in mood?"
"Nah, nothing new." Spider-Man shrugged. "It's really weird, but then again it did take a few days for the original symboite to man up, so to speak, and attempt to take it's host over."
"We'll try not to keep you here that long." The scientist said quickly leaving the cell now, the glass rising and closing down harshly again, leaving Spider-Man alone in the cell.
"I hope so." Spider-Man said. "Jameson will kill me if I'm late for work again... I mean not that I really care but it's a good job when all I need to do is take a selfie and get money, y'know?"
The scientist laughed. "You'll be out soon then, just don't think much on it." And with that he left.

"Yeah, don't think on it." Spider-Man sighed and started pacing back and forth the cell again. "Kinda hard not to think about it when you're just trapped in a glass prison." He ended up walking up the wall and started pacing from a new perspective now, from the celling.
He started to think about the new suit, and why it was acting the way it was. One could blame the new behaviour on the injected IS0-8, but it was drastically different. It was alive, so was the old one, but this one was... a lot smarter. First of all it was changed so that the high frequencies wouldn't cause it to wither anymore, and now it just realized that being stretched leads to being cut and pain so it adapted so it can't be stretched. It was interesting indeed.
"Hey... Listen." Spider-man spoke aloud now, although he was really talking to the suit. "You're a clone, you're not the actual material of the Symbolite but... you're cloned very well. Now see, I knew your cousin, the real Symboite, but you, SY-8? You're different." He sat down, still hanging upside down. "Very different. The Symboite was aggressive, you're more... tame. Aside from desperately clinging to a host that is. Now from what I can gather... HYDRA wanted to use you for armour, something that was safe for armour, they couldn't have their troops being taken over and brainwashed so they had to change the way the Symboite works. You were created to be helpful, and not harmful."
He sat in silence thinking for a bit more. "It's an interesting concept." He landed back on the floor. "You are useful, the black suit was great back in the day, made me stronger, webs were better, I could of done a lot of good things if it didn't corrupt me and make me bad..." He sighed, he was completely bored which was why he was slowly loosing his mind from isolation instead, talking to a biotic suit.  "Nah never mind, I need to get this thing off me."