A Different Type of Game

No One Believes

Peter P.O.V.

So, Peter just found out that four men, or creatures more like, are the cause for O-Positive blood types to collapse without warning. (Luckily, Peter was O-Negative) But Peter has a few questions:

 1) Why would they want to release a poison into the air?

2) Why were they only targeting O-Positive blood types

3) What the heck were those creature-things?

Peter didn't get a great look at the four things, but figured Karen would have some good footage on them. "Hey Karen, could you could you go to the video of a half an hour ago with those four guys?"

I'm sorry Peter. I have no records of that event.

"What?! Oh shit, It was probably the gas, it might've messed up the suit. Karen, check for any damage to the suit."

No damage was found, but I have a blank space of information. Maybe that was what you were talking about.

"Yeah, I think so too." Peter was so mad! He didn't have any video of those things, how was he supposed to find out what they were? Maybe Tony would have some experience with weird-alien things... who was he kidding. All hope was lost. He would have to wait until those things came back with a new diabolical plan.

Peter had been searching for a half-an-hour for the men to try and stop them from unleashing their poison, but had no luck. He even called Happy but got no answer. He needed to talk to Mr. Stark; this was really serious. Hundreds of people would be hospitalized, or worse, if he didn't stop this. What if one of his friends got sick? What if Aunt May got sick?! What if... what if Michelle got sick?

He should've stopped them. He was right there! Now he had no names, no idea how to explain this to anyone, no evidence. Yeah, today was indeed a bad day.

He swung back to where he stuck his backpack and changed into his regular clothes once again. As he began walking home, he thought about how he would tell Mr. Stark what happened, what he saw. Peter just hoped that Tony would believe him, 'cause if he didn't... well he didn't even want to think a bout that. It would be the Vulture all over again. Maybe worse.

Once he got into his apartment, he saw May asleep on the couch and quietly made his was to his room. He closed the door and slumped to the ground. He now had to deal with school, four alien-like people, and a project with his crus- friend. Perfect. Just great, jolly good!

* * * * *

When Peter got done with school, he called Happy again and, thank God, he answered.

"Hey kid. What do you need? I'm a little busy so it'd be nice if you could make this quick." Peter told him the whole story and didn't even bother to make it short, much the dismay of Happy. "Look kid, I think you may have had a bit too much apple juice or something... alien-looking things you said. Yeah, maybe wait for the authorities to find out who really did this. I got to run, don't bother to call later!" And with that he hung up.

Damn it! If only Karen hadn't lost all of the footage it would've been perfect. People could be looking for these things and stopping their plans! But of course, just to his luck, nothing worked out. Now Happy didn't believe him and he was left to handle this alone.

Yeah yesterday (and to day for that matter) was certainly a bad day, but not for the reasons Peter expected. He had expected to just have some bad luck, but instead he's trying to figure out what these weird creatures are without the help of Mr. Stark. Huh, who would've guessed.

Usually Peter would try to stay positive, but how would he do that now? He was 40% positive that those things were aliens, and if not maybe some sort of lab experiment gone wrong, he really didn't know. He didn't think he even wanted to know...

No matter what they were, there was still one very big problem. He didn't know when or where were they going to release their poison into the air. He couldn't stand by and wait for hundreds of people fall ill with an unknown disease. Peter had been watching the news a lot lately and saw that dozens of people were still hospitalized and weren't getting much better. There was even a little girl, no older than six, stuck in the hospital while her family feared for her life. What kind of twisted people would do this to such innocent lives?

Peter wondered what it would be like if anyone he loved fell ill. Gosh, if May were to get sick, he wouldn't know what to do! She was all he had left. Without her, he wouldn't have a family. No one to care for him, tell him they love him. The thought of that made his stomach clench and felt tears threatening his eyes. No, he would stop them. And soon. He wouldn't let more innocent people suffer for no reason other than a bunch of sickos wanting to cause chaos.

And hey, he wasn't completely alone! He still had Ned, Karen, and even Aunt May. He knew they would believe him, but maybe he should avoid telling May about this. For... well, obvious reasons.

He would ask Karen to check security cameras and try to find any suspicious behavior or weird creature-like aliens... yeah that could work. He would just have to keep an eye out for anyone out of the ordinary. If only that old building he met them in last night had cameras, but of course, just to his luck, it didn't. no surprise there, though.

He would still have to find a way to balance his school life and all of this. If he kept cutting his classes he would surely fail. And don't even get him started on his project with MJ. There's too much to do all at once. If only he wasn't a teenager.

This would be one wild ride...