A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Fourteen

The morning finally came around. Spider-Man was still in the holding cell but he was doing fine. The SY-8 didn't react horribly at all, and just remained in a blob like state the majority of the night. He'd made a small hammock in the overly deserted room, something of which he thought was far more comfortable then the hard beds S.H.E.I.L.D. provided. He honestly felt the most like a real arachnid at times like last night, perched up in a web in the corner of a room, he had to be honest though, if real spiders actually did get big enough to cast human sized webs like that, it would be very creepy.
He casually hung out in his makeshift bed as he waited for the time Fury would walk through the doors and he got the chance to tell the boss "I told you so." He kept himself entertained by watching how the SY-8 reacted to different ways he moved his hand, it had become almost a game of sorts trying to get the thing to fall. It did fall once or twice, but Spider-Man had the suspicion the blob had let him win. He woke up this morning with a slight heart attack as he quickly learned the blob liked to perch on his face at night.
That aside though everything was okay, and he was right... the thing was harmless. He even ended up getting bored and apologizing to it about allowing the scientists to cut it, and thinking that it could be dangerous. You'd think it weird to talk to this bio matter as if it was something that could understand the human language, but it was clearly no denial that it did have intelligence to some degree, and honestly weirder things then a sentient blob have happened in the past.

Spider-Man was alerted with the familiar sound of the code to the cell being punched in. He quickly jumped down to greet the man who walked in, Fury.
"Good morning!" He exclaimed excitedly.
"...Morning..." Fury reluctantly responded, looking the cell over in disapproval of Spider-Man's redecorating. "I see you've made yourself at home." He folded his arms.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Just... sleeping on that bed is horrible." He shrugged. "Don't worry about it, my webs are bio-degradable and easy enough to clean up."
"Yes, well, on to other matters-" Fury said changing the subject. "Our scientists are making very little progress of the SY-8... It's very different from the original Symboite, that much we know... We don't even know if it's even an actual clone at this point, but rather more of a replication."
"So like, is there any DNA of the Symboite in this thing at all?" Spider-Man said pointing to the black blob resting contently on his head.
"It's similar but as for being exact... No not at all." Fury explained. "Now that I think about it, I'm sure we would of known well ahead of time if HYDRA had obtained any bit of a real Symboite..."
"So this thing is completely synthetic?" Spider-Man asked taking it off his head and poking and prodding at it in his hands now.
"Seems to be," Fury confirmed.
"Great so it's harmless and really was meant to make armour, and I'm free to go." Spider-Man said walking out of the cell but being stopped by Fury.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" Fury asked.
"Hey we had a deal!" Spider-Man exclaimed.
"Yeah we did, you can leave, once we confiscate that thing and contain it." Fury called in two scientists who were waiting outside the cell which came in with pliers and a storage container.
"Aw, I was kinda getting used to the little guy." Spider-Man said, frowning.
"You do want to leave, don't you?" Fury asked, a brow raised.
Spider-Man sighed. "Yeah... I do." He held out his hand with the blob that seemed to start moving a bit more jittery. "Here, try to to take it."

The scientists stepped up and started to make a go for the blob. It instantly moved away and they tried to get it in its new spot on Spider-Man's shoulder, but then it just moved to his head, down his arm and to his other hand now.
"It's doing the thing again." Spider-Man said looking at fury.
"Yes... It is." He took the pliers and stepped up now. "Stand still."
Spider-Man did as he was told and without warning Fury lunged at him and managed to nip the blob, which let out another almost inaudible squeal as it struggled against Fury's grip. Fury would tug on it and it would stretch, while trying to cling onto Spider-Man's hand.
Spider-Man scowled, the screeching getting to him. "Stop it! Stop it you're hurting it and it doesn't want to come off!" He pulled away from Fury, scowling at him from under the mask and protecting the blob now.
    "I had it! What are you doing?" Fury asked annoyed. "What do you mean I'm hurting it, it can't feel anything, it's a material!"
    "No, It's not! It's a living bio matter and it can feeling things." Spider-Man argued. "Didn't you hear it screaming?"
    Fury looked at Spider-Man confused. "Screaming...?" He eyed the scientists that looked back at him and shrugged. "Spider-Man, there wasn't any screaming. The thing didn't make a sound."
    "What?" Spider-Man was just as confused now. "No, no I heard it!" He looked at the blob. "It was squealing as you were stretching it, things don't squeal and scream like that unless it's in pain."
    "No on else heard it." Fury informed him. "You're the only one, and last I checked you didn't have super hearing under the list of you spider powers."
    "I..." Spider-Man didn't know what to say, he clearly heard the SY-8 cry out in pain, but how could it be that no one else heard it as well? "Maybe I'm hearing things?" He suggested. "Didn't get that much sleep last night, and of course I'm stressed out about missing working and worrying Aunt May."
    "Possibly." Fury suggested then took a better grip on the pliers again. "Let's try again."