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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:20:35 GMT -5
The Amazing Spider-Man #12
The Scorpion’s Sting, Part 3:
Rematches Written by Daniel Dyer (Spider-Man Beyond) Edited by Aaron Martel (fan4) After a long night of searching the city for the Scorpion (and coming up empty handed), Spider-Man tries a non-web swinging approach: the Daily Bugle. The young adventurer clings to the window ledge over looking the bullpen. Hmm, maybe I shoulda thought to bring a change of clothes.Suddenly, the black costume begins to shift, retracting from his face and hands, then, amazingly, the white spider disappears and the costume remakes itself into jeans and a T-shirt, with sneakers covering his feet. Peter Parker is left revealed on the window ledge. Wow, Peter thinks, these new duds are definitely a keeper.Crawling across the outside of the Bugle, Peter enters through a window and into a supply closet. Opening the closet door, Peter hears, “Spider-Man’s hit half the city in one night!” Huh? Peter looks on, seeing J. Jonah Jameson talking to (yelling at) Ben Urich, with Robbie Robertson standing between them. “Don’t you mean the Looter?” Robbie corrects. “Spider-Man! Looter!” yells Jonah. “Does it really matter what he’s calling himself?!” “You’re really gonna buy Fester’s story?” “Why not?! I’ve been saying since day one that wall-crawler’s a menace!” Robbie rolls his eyes in defeat and Jonah turns his attention back to Ben. “Now, Urich, I want you on this story yesterday!” I’ve heard enough, Peter thinks. Looks like Scorpy’s not the only one in need of payback. |
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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:21:38 GMT -5
“He’s not dead?” Norman Osborn questions.
“No, Mr. Osborn,” the Scorpion replies, standing in front of the owner of Osborn Industries, far below the company headquarters, in a secret laboratory. “There was some kind of meteor that hit in the middle of our battle.”
“And,” starts Osborn, “before the meteor?”
“Spider-Man was as good as mine.” A wide grin spreads on Scorpion’s face.
“You feel confident in your ability to finish him next time?”
“No doubt.”
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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:23:23 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Norton Fester approaches a motel room door.
“What a wonderful day,” Fester says aloud, putting his key into the door’s lock. “The Looter goes on a crime spree, and Spider-Man gets blamed for it.”
Opening the door, he enters and tries the lights, with no results. “What the...?”
Then, in the darkness, Fester sees two glowing eyes.
“Hiya, Norty,” a voice says in the darkness.
Norton can hear a thump, like someone dropping to the floor. He can then make out the image of big, white spider.
“Who...?”
“Don’t ya recognize me?” asks Spider-Man. “Oh, I guess I did go through some changes since last we met.” The wall-crawler then grabs Fester by his shirt and presses him, hard, against a wall. “Like the new me?”
“You aren’t the only one who’s changed,” Norton says as he remarkably manages to break the hero’s grip, “thanks to a little rock I found.” He then punches Spidey, knocking him back.
“Wow, I guess so,” Spider-Man says. “I almost felt that.”
With a flip of Spidey’s wrist, webbing shoots from the back of his hand, which surprisingly, Fester avoids.
“Gotten faster, huh, Fester?” asks Spidey. “Newsflash: me, too.”
And the arachnid hero is on the thief, pinning him to the ground, webbing both his hands and his legs to the floor.
Standing up, Spidey starts, “Now, Fester, what’s gonna happen when the cops get here?”
“Uh...”
“You’ll confess,” Spider-Man answers for the criminal. “You will tell them it was all you and say that I was...?”
“You were... uh... trying to stop me?”
“Good boy,” Spidey says, patting Fester’s head. “Remember that story, Fester, or we’ll do this dance again.”
“O... okay.”
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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:24:43 GMT -5
Having dealt with his light work, Spider-Man carries on his search for the Scorpion.
Still no sign of Scorpion, thinks Spidey. Too bad this new suit can’t...
Yet, before Spider-Man can even finish his thought, something odd happens. It feels like his spider-sense, but more intense, followed by a vision of the Scorpion.
I know where he is.
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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:26:26 GMT -5
Having concluded his meeting with Norman Osborn, the Scorpion, wearing a hat and trench coat over his armor, leaves Osborn Industries.
“Having a meeting with your friendly neighborhood crime boss?” a voice comes from out of nowhere.
Before Scorpion can react, Spider-Man swings down, his fist connecting with Scorpion’s chin, knocking him off his feet.
“Not so fun being snuck up on,” quips Spider-Man. “And you don’t have this nifty spider-sense.”
Scorpion quickly rises to his feet and sheds his coat. “Love the new suit,” quips Scorpion. “Who’s your tailor?” The Scorpion lunges his tail towards Spidey.
Spider-Man, grabbing the tail and swinging the Scorpion around, replies, “It’s no Vera Wang, but I like it.” Letting go of the tail,
Spidey sends the Scorpion soaring into a brick wall.
Getting to his feet, the Scorpion wipes blood from his mouth. “You die, now!” he yells and charges at the hero.
The black-suited hero yawns and looks at his wrist as if he was looking at his watch. “Could we hurry this up?” asks Spidey. “I have another rematch scheduled after this one.”
Scorpion tries clawing at Spidey, but every time the black costume tears, it reseals itself.
“How...?” Scorpion wonders, astounded.
“Trade secret,” answers Spidey.
Taking advantage of Scorpion’s momentary shock, Spider-Man decks his armored opponent, sending him flying, but not letting him hit the ground. Spidey has a web prepared to catch his adversary, and once he hits it, the web-slinger pours on the webbing, sealing Mac Gargan in a web cocoon, suspended a foot off the ground on a web line.
“I may not know art,” Spidey says, “but I know what I like.”
Hearing sirens in the distance, Spider-Man decides to make haste, though not before a flashbulb goes off from across the street.
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Post by fan4 on Oct 25, 2007 9:28:08 GMT -5
Later in the day, as Flash Thompson plays some football in the park, he eyes his girl, Liz Allen, in the bleachers watching him, then returns to his team’s huddle.
“Alright, gang,” he says, “this game is good as ours. You all know the play. Break!”
“BREAK!” the rest of the team repeats.
As Flash leaves the huddle, he looks back to the bleachers, but doesn’t see Liz. Scanning the crowd, he notices Liz, talking to some guy. Who’s that? he wonders. Recollection suddenly dons on him. Parker? he thinks, not being used to seeing puny Parker without his glasses.
“Hey, Flash!” his teammates call out to him.
“I’ll be right there!” Flash yells back, distracted.
Stomping over to where Liz and Peter stand, Flash hears Peter say, “So, what say you and I...?”
“What do you think you’re doing, Parker?” Flash barks.
“Oh, hey, Flash, be right with you,” Peter says, returning back to Liz. “You. Me. Anywhere but here.”
“Parker!”
Turning to Flash, Peter says, “Can I help you with something?” Flash starts to say something but Peter cuts him off. “Didn’t think so.” Turning back to Liz, Peter says, “What do you say?”
Flash then grabs Peter’s shoulder.
“Excuse me a minute,” Peter says to Liz. In one quick motion, Peter turns, swings his arm and lays out the jock.
“FLASH?!” screams Liz, running to Flash’s side and looking up at Peter. “You...?”
Peter, grinning, starts walking off. “Ya know, on second thought, you seem like a bit of a downer.”
“Peter?” Liz mutters.
“See ya later.” And he keeps walking.
The end?
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