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When a Spider comes calling	By : Revenaught Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 13333 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When a Spider comes calling.
Ch. 01 Tragedy Strikes

Disclaimer. I do not own any of the characters in this story. I am making no profit from this tale.

Peter Parker wasn't even on the planet when his life was destroyed. Caught up in yet another of the conflicts between the Asgardian God of Thunder and his adopted brother Loki, Peter and various members of the Avengers were all in Asgard foiling Loki's latest plot when disaster had struck. During the last attack by the Mole Man on the city of New York, Peter had missed a man with a cell phone capturing his change from Peter Parker to Spider Man. He had swung off to help the Fantastic Four save the city again never realizing his Spider Sense was buzzing from the amateur camera man not the invading creatures belonging to the Mole Man.
The man, realizing what he had, had gone straight to J. Jonah Jameson and the Daily Bugle with his video, not giving the slightest thought as to the possible consequences of his actions. The next day the Bugle scooped all other news services and revealed the secret identity of Spider-man as their own photographer Peter Parker. Journalist rushed to the homes of Mary Jane Parker and May Parker, but they could not find either of the women.
Two days later the bodies of two women were left tied to flag poles on the Daily Bugle building. The bodies were so damaged that the only way they were identified was through DNA testing. Autopsies on the bodies revealed stories of abuse, rape, and torture so heinous that even well-seasoned coroners used to dealing with the results of violent crime on a regular basis had to leave the room to vomit after realizing what had been done to them.
Four days later the absent members of the Avengers and Spider-man reappeared in Avengers Mansion. They had just started a quick debriefing meeting when Jarvis called Captain America and Iron Man aside and spoke with them in hushed but urgent tones. The looks of shock and then grief that appeared on their faces worried everyone left at the table. Tension rose in Spiderman as the two heroes left Jarvis and walked toward his end of the table. Rising to face them he tried to ease the tension with a quip.
            “What’s up guys? Did the world end while we were away?” it sounded lame and forced even to him.
            “Son” Steve Roger spoke up, “a guy with a camera phone got a video of you changing to Spiderman during the recent Mole Man attack and sold it to the Bugle. The paper ran the story while we were gone.” The news hit Peter like a blow from the Hulk and he blurted out.
            “Aunt May! Mary Jane! I’ve got to go!”
            “Peter” Steve said grasping the already moving man’s shoulder with a tone in his voice that had fear gripping Peter as he whirled back to face Steve Rogers, “when they realized what had happened Tigra and the Wasp went to get your wife and Aunt but they were already missing.”
            “Then I still have to go! I have to find them!” Peter's fears leaped even higher as he saw the sorrow deepen in their eyes at these words.

            “We were too late Peter. Four days ago their bodies were left where they could be found. They’re dead and I’m sorry but their deaths were…” Steve shuddered, “bad.” The terror gripping Peter drained from him at these words. In its place was a numbing grief and a horror at what must have been done to the women he loved to make a man like Steve Rogers, a veteran of World War II, shudder in horror at the thought of how they had died.
            “I have to go.” Peter said in a toneless voice as he started to walk to the door. Tony Stark still in his armor except for the helmet quickly grabbed Peters arm.
            “I don’t think you should leave just yet.” Before Steve or Tony even had a chance to realize what was happening Peter had snapped a vicious side kick straight into the sternum of Tony’s armor and the Man of Iron found himself flying across the room from the force of the blow.
            “My God! I think he cracked my chest plate!” was the amazed thought that flitted through his mind as he landed in a heap on the other side of the large briefing room. He lay there silently wishing he had his helmet on to see the diagnostic reports while he waited for the breath that left him from the force of the kick to return. Peter continued walking toward the door.
            “Peter!” Steve called out, “I need you to stay for a bit. Just long enough to get a grip on yourself.” Peter continued to walk. “Please don’t make me stop you son.” Steve asked him but Peter just kept on walking. With no more words or warning Steve threw his shield at the back of Peter’s knees planning on knocking him down. The silent shield flew toward its target but did not strike. Without showing any sign of awareness of being attacked Peter simply side stepped the shield and leaning over slightly placed his palm dead center of the shield and using his ability to stick to most any surface caught the shield easily despite its being hurled with all the force Steve Rogers was capable of. Peter gently leaned the shield against the wsall by the door and looked back.
            “I have two funerals to arrange. Your wrong if you think you can stop me.” Peter said in a quiet dead voice. The rest of the Avengers in the room stood up to try and stop him when Captain America waved them back.
            “I understand. Please let us know if we can do anything.” Peter simply nodded once and walked out of the room and out of Avengers Mansion.

One Week Later
            The funeral service for May Parker and Mary Jane Parker was held at the Avengers Mansion. Peter had asked for that location in hopes that it would be safer for any civilians who happened to show up for it despite the obvious risks of being associated in any way with Peter Parker. When word of the pending services spread through the super hero community requests to attend started flooding into the Avengers compound. Janet Van Dyne, The Wasp, approached Peter with the list of those who had already asked to attend and asked of any of them were on his guest list.
            “I don’t have a guest list.” Peter said in that dead voice that was all anyone heard from him anymore, “anyone who attends is in danger of attack from my foes. I won’t stop anyone who wants to be here but I won’t ask anyone to put themselves in harms way.”
            “Will you allow me to handle this part of it then? I promise only those wishing to cause no trouble will be allowed to attend.”
            “Yes. Do what seems right.”
            “Thank You.” Janet paused with a tortured look on her face, “Peter I…”
            “Stop!” at Janet’s gasp of surprise he continued, “you’re about to try and apologize for not being in time to save them yes?” At her nervous nod he went on, “You have nothing to apologize for. You went alone, not knowing who you might end up facing.   For that you get nothing but my thanks. Tigra already tried this too and I told her the same thing. I will accept no apology from either of you for something that was out of your control. Now if you don’t mind I need to take care of some things.” Janet knew a request for solitude when she heard it so she let him leave with no further conversation. However she wondered how anyone with eyes that dead could speak like he had to ease someone else’s pain.
            The results of allowing Janet that much control over the event were revealed on the day of the service. With so many people, heroes and civilians alike, attending that even the palatial grounds of Avengers Mansion were barely able to contain them all. The service went off peacefully as any villain who had thoughts of causing trouble took one look at the amassed power just waiting to lash out at anyone foolish enough to interfere and promptly fled and kept running for days afterwards.
            Finally it was over and Peter Parker was finally alone in the house where he and his Wife and Aunt had lived. Alone, with no one to intrude upon him, he could finally stop fighting the numbness that was trying to rise up and swallow him whole.
A knock on the front door roused him. He had been so far gone from reality that he was unaware that a full day and night had passed since he had collapsed and let the numbness overtake him. The knock came again and he heard a voice call out claiming to be from the local overnight delivery service. By the time he shed enough apathy to go to the door, the deliveryman had departed leaving a small package on the doorstep. He returned to the living room and opened the package. Inside was a single DVD type disc and a piece of paper that had the words, To help you remember, printed on it. He stared at the disc numbly for a while and then in slow motion he turned on the T.V. and put the disc in the player.
The disc opened with Aunt May sitting on the couch starring in dismay at a news story on the television reporting on the shocking revelation by the Daily Bugle that Spiderman was in fact Peter Parker. Showing all the while a video clip of Peter changing into his costume and swinging away. May could be heard to gasp, “Oh Peter! Why didn’t you tell me?” Just as Mary Jane burst through the front door yelling.
“Aunt May! Come on! We need to leave now!”
“Oh! M.J. you should see what they are saying about Peter on the T.V.!” May gasped startled by the sudden appearance of Mary Jane.
“I know all about that which is why we have to go now before it’s too late!” But it was too late. A small orange sphere flew into the room and lands between the two women. Billowing clouds of green gas erupt from it obscuring the them. As the gas disperses it reveals the Green Goblin holding a woman under each arm staring directly at the camera. He then starts to laugh maniacally as he runs out the front door, leaps on his glider and flies off out of sight. The scene goes dark and as it fades back into view Peter sees his Wife and Aunt hung from handcuffs and suspended in air, swinging slowly back and forth. The harsh voice of the Green Goblin is heard.
“Now that you have met our damsels in distress lets meet the stars of our show.” The camera pans back to reveal eleven other villains standing around the room. As the camera pans over each of them Peter mumbles their names.
“Shocker, Carnage, Chameleon, Doc Ock, Electro, Hobgoblin, Kraven, Mysterio, Rhino, Scorpo/Venom, Tombstone.” Then the voice of the Green Goblin is heard again.
“Now that the cast has been introduced let the show begin!” The following scenes of the various villains doing their best to outdo each other in torturing, abusing, raping, and defiling the two women are something that no sane man should have to witness, much less someone who loved the victims. Mercifully his Aunt was too old and frail to withstand such physical abuse and she died in short order. However that did not save her body as every outrage that was done to one was done to the other regardless of the status of the victim. Over a day later after Mary Jane’s last gurgling scram of inconceivable pain was cut short and her horror filled eyes glazed into death the scene again faded to black. When it brightens again it shows the view of the two brutalized and mangled corpses hung from the flagpoles of the Daily Bugle building. The voice of the Green Goblin is heard for the last time. “Remember this Peter Parker. This is the true price of being a Hero!” The scene again fades to black
Peter Parker sits in dried up bile. This was all his stomach had in it to throw up during the viewing, as the images of the torture of his loved ones overwhelmed him. His eyes however are no longer dead. Sometime during the past day his overwhelming numbing grief had vanished to be replaced with the blazing fires of rage. This rage is what showed in his eyes now, a rage that burned away all traces of the old Peter Parker. All that was left was the rage. But the flames inside weren’t hot enough. He needed more! He reached forward and hit play restarting the disc.
The final scene again faded to black. The man who used to be Peter Parker still sat in the same spot in front of the T.V. The rage that had blazed in him was no longer evident though. During his second viewing of the disc the fury had reached a peak and then had frozen and grown cold and hard. His mind was clear of the all-consuming flames and he knew who his enemies were and exactly what each of them had done. Every despicable act had been committed to memory and he knew what he had to do.
First he cleaned himself up. Then he fueled his body. He was not hungry but he would need his body fit and strong for what he needed to do. Then he went to his room and opened the closet where his red and blue costumes where hidden. He took one complete suit and made a compact bundle of it and then took the rest of them and burned them. That Spiderman had died in the same blaze of fury that had destroyed Peter Parker. He then took one last look at the home where Peter Parker, Mary Jane, and Aunt May had lived and left. Never to return.

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