Spider Parker

YIKES! (sneak peek pt. 2)

I woke up terrified. That is- until I remembered what actually happened yesterday.

'I thought that was a dream,' I thought to myself.

'It wasn't, Queen, now come on, we have a busy day ahead of us,' the bee on my nose buzzed to me. I laughed a bit.

"You're like my personal assistant," my voice echoed throughout the parking garage.

'I like that you think of me like that, Queen. It makes me feel useful,' the bee gave a content buzz.

"Why are you separate from the colony? Why do you hum when the others don't?" I questioned as I got ready.

'I-I don't know. The queen's brain usually makes us do what we do. But, when you became Queen, your brain chose me subconsciously. It makes me feel special," the humble bee bumbled. I laughed.

"Well a special bee needs a name, doesn't she? How about.. Beatrix?" I spoke.

'Beatrix is nice,' she droned.

"How about Trix as a nickname?" I continued, making my way to the exit.

'I love it,' the happy bee bumbled again. I smiled and continued walking. The rest of the bee's followed every step I took, so I turned.

"I-I can't have all of you guys follow me around all day. I-I make a living by stealing. There's absolutely no way I could carry around a bunch of bee's while pick-pocketing people," I told my colony. My colony. Never thought I'd think that.

'We have to go with the Queen, in a hive,' Trix murmured to me. Before pointing out that they had already made three massive hives around the support beams they had been on the night before. I frowned before jerking my head back up.

"I have an idea.."

.:*:.

I pulled on the straps of my 'backpack' as I walked down the crowded street. I felt people's stares burn into the back of my head as the bees fly in and out of the hive strapped to my body. They crawled on my shoulders and clothing, which surprisingly, you get used to. I patted down my fluffy, red skirt and tugged on the sleeves of my striped, black and white shirt so it covered my hands. It was a nervous habit I got as a kid and never grew out of.

The clicking of my boots echoed in my ears as I focused on them, trying to drown out the conversations around me and in all of Queens for that matter. I looked up, the vibrant colors of everyone's clothing catching my attention.

'Is there any way I can turn this super sense thing off?' I thought to Trix.

'Not that I know of, so get used to it,' she thought playfully. I rolled my eyes before focusing on catching my first victim. As I looked around, I chose a balding man, who looked rich enough to carry some cash on him, but poor enough to not have a bodyguard.

"Let's get started," I told myself quietly before starting my routine.

.:*:.

"Okay, so that gets me some couple's bag of left overs, a bag of barely touched Wetzel's Pretzels, and 120 bucks for the rest of the week!" I laughed excitedly, sitting on a roof top, "Today was my lucky day.."

I sat back on the ledge a bit, putting the hive down next to me. I watched the sun set over the horizon while popping a few pretzel bites in my mouth.

"I should probably be-" I was cut of by a stranger's voice.

"Giving back all of that stolen stuff, you know, stealing is a crime," he spoke from behind me.

"Well, I was going to finish with 'heading home', but whatever floats your boat! Besides, I think I'll stick with my plan. I like it better," I joked, getting ready to make an escape.

That's when things got weird.... again...

He shot webs at me, but it was in slow motion. I dodged it easily, moving behind him. My eyes widened a bit before I recovered, leaning on the AC vent.

"Gotta be faster than that if you wanna catch me," I spoke cockily.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked before shooting several webs. I sensed it, but couldn't move. I looked down at my feet only to noticed they had been webbed to the floor. I rolled my eyes and put my hands up in surrender, the blue and yellow food bag in one hand and the wad of cash in the other.

He walked up to me, making me feel a bit threatened. He put his hand up again, about to probably web my hands together. I could feel a buzzing in my gut and looked at my hive, which was still where I left it on the edge of the building.

The swarm of bees erupted from it, covering his gloved hand. He screamed a bit, his voice cracking. The bees vibrated, moving their wings incredibly fast. I watched in amusement as they continued, Spider-Man getting more panicked by the second. More bees swarmed by the second, slowly capturing his entire arm.

"Wh-what..why is this happening!? Help me!" he yelled again.

"Ow, it burns!" he cried, trying to shake them off. Only then did I realize what they were doing.

"To protect me, they're using the only defense they can. By making their bodies heat up, they're practically cooking your arm.. cool..." I spoke, hoping it would scare him off. He started breathing heavily and winced, taking off his mask. His face was almost as red as his suit from the fever the bees were giving him. Still, he was really attractive. His eyes would worriedly glance from his arm to my eyes, then back to his arm. I snapped out of my trance and realized he could die.

"Okay, fine. Bees, I'm fine. You can stop now," I spoke with a wave of my hand. And just like that, they separated, "I'm so sorry, they have a mind of their own sometimes, here let me-" As I went to grab his arm he backed away from me in pain.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, in fact, I'll turn myself in. Will that make you happy?" I questioned.

'What the heck are you doing?' I asked myself. Then I saw his eyes again and remembered. Gang feelings.

He shook his head at me, "N-no, i-it's fine. Just return the stuff."

I smiled a bit, "I'll turn in the money, but I'm keeping the pretzels."

He laughed a little, wincing at his arm. I laughed too.

"H-here, I can help," I kneeled down next to him to examine the wound, "Yikes, yeah, okay, I'm gonna need the first aid kit at my.. house.." I trailed off when I got to house considering it wasn't really a 'house'. But you know, same difference. 

"Don't worry, I don't bite," I insisted after he wouldn't stand up. He looked at me uneasily. 

"A bite isn't necessarily what I'm worried about."