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Beekeepers Anonymous	By : Jayrich Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 9737 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Beekeepers Anonymous
- 2-Beekeepers 2
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Beekeepers Anonymous

Queens...one of the legendary 5 Burroughs within the grand city of New York; it wasn’t as luxurious or alluring as Manhattan, or as gritty and dangerous as Brooklyn, but it certainly was not a boring neighborhood by any stretch of the imagination. That idea wouldn’t fly by one young man as he trudged through the dark streets with only a backpack slung over his shoulder as companionship. It was after midnight, and the street lights barely illuminated the roads & sidewalks. He was a prime target for any thug or crook to rip him off and rough him up just to make a name of themselves, but strangely that was something he should not have feared tonight, as he heard footsteps approaching from behind him.
He turned around, expecting to see someone with a knife or gun ready to jump him, but was greeted only with darkness. Seeing no one, he turned back around and continued on his way, marching down the sidewalk; his footsteps echoing through the night sky, until he again heard another pair accompanying his. This time the young man spun around quickly, in hopes of catching his stalker off guard, but again, darkness. He was growing increasingly annoyed as he knew he wasn’t crazy, and trusted his hearing. And as he turned to continue his journey once more, he found he was correct.
Several men stood in front of his path, each one wearing what appeared to be a Beekeeper uniform, and wielding advanced armaments. The young man didn’t ask any questions, instead opting to run as fast as his legs could carry him, away from his now-revealed pursuers. With his backpack nearly dangling in the wind behind him, he fled for his life across the street, in hopes of finding a safe haven within the darkness on the streets. He rushed towards a black van, intending to use it for temporary shielding from the weapons they carried. But as he approached the vehicle, its side door swung open, revealing several more men dressed similarly who quickly grab hold of him and scoop him in. A moment later, the van peels out of its parking spot and over to the mysterious gentlemen from before, picking them up before barreling down the road, disappearing without a trace.
It was a scary sight, a scene that spoke of caution, and an event that took place 4 hours earlier. It replayed over on a small screen monitor, with the Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. Nick Fury watching the events intently along with one of his most trusted agents, Phil Coulson.
“That’s the 4^th one this week...” Fury commented, hand on his chin. “Does he fit the profile?”
“Yes, sir.” Coulson replied. “Constantly scores in the 90^th percentile on his exams, Top 15 with his SAT scores, 3 years on the Honor Roll at Midtown High...”
“...and now the newest captive for those fashion rejects.” Fury finished.
“We do have a dossier on the group.” Coulson informed. “They call themselves Advanced Idea Mechanics; or A.I.M. for short. They are comprised of some of the finest scientific minds in the world; their agenda primarily being World Domination.”
“Of course.” Fury noted. “So what, they’re on a recruiting drive now?”
“They usually take in the smartest minds that have been shunned by society.” Coulson replied. “But it seems as of late they are getting bolder with their recruitment practices.”
“You’re telling me.” Fury turned away from the monitor, staring out onto the main bridge of his Helicarrier. It wasn’t nearly as busy as it was, due to the time of night; but several loyal agents remained behind to assist Helicarrier functions. “Alright, here’s how it’s gonna go; we’re increasing security around Midtown High School, and surveillance around all other schools in New York! If a beekeeper even glances at a Bookworm, I wanna know about it! Other than that, we will go on as if there are no problems! No need to scare A.I.M. off before we find out exactly what they’re doing.”
“But what about the team, sir?” Coulson asked, inquiring about S.H.I.E.L.D’s squad of super-powered teens led by Spider-Man.
“Not there fight yet.” Fury answered. “I don’t want that whole team wrecking this operation like bulls in a China Shop.”
And with that, he began to walk away from the console, leaving the bridge area until Coulson called out to him. “Sir, wait! Peter Parker & Ava Ayala, they could be potential targets for A.I.M. because of their progress in school.”

Fury didn’t answer immediately, instead continuing his walk as he grinned to himself. “Good, we could use some inside Intel...”

“Peter, hurry up! You don’t want to be late!”
That was the suggestion May Parker shouted upstairs to her nephew Peter, as she finished making breakfast for the both of them. If she were able to peek up the stairs at that moment, she would know he was rushing to prepare for his day. She would also learn he was far from the ordinary teen she thought he was.
“Pants, pants...where are my pants!?” He said to himself, frantically searching for a clean pair of jeans to wear. Spotting them draped over his nightstand, he used his Web Shooters to thwip them, successfully reeling them in. “Just like Mr. Fantastic...only, without the hot wife, and the tower, and the millions of dollars...”
Moving on from that thought, he slipped his pants on along with his socks & shoes. He then put on his jacket as he walked out, snagging his backpack with his Web Shooter and slung it over his shoulder before descending the staircase, only to be greeted by his Aunt at the bottom. She saw him off with a kiss on the cheek.
“Now my yoga class may run long tonight, so don’t wait up for me.” She told him. “I’ll have something for you in the fridge to heat up for dinner. Get your homework done and get to bed on time tonight.”
“I know Aunt May.” Peter said.
As he went for the front door, she simply smiled. “Sometimes I worry about you having a boring life. I’m almost envious of the other Aunts whose nieces & nephews get out the house and do all types of things.”
“Not my style, Aunt May.” Peter responded. “You know me; nose in a book, glasses on firm. Just boring old Petey.”
As those words left his lips, he smirked to himself, making sure his Aunt didn’t see it. “Yep, boring old Petey...” He thought to himself as he walked out of the door. “...Except for the Tight-Wearing, Web-Swinging, Villain-Stomping hobby that I took up recently. Aunt May’s got a point though, even with the Spidey gig lately, and my training sessions with Fury, my main hangout spot has been in front of my computer. I missed the Pep Rally because of a Bank Robbery, missed Yearbook Pictures to fight with the Lizard, and Homecoming...”
Peter recalled back to what happened on that fateful night. Instead of enjoying the annual school dance, he was in the midst of fighting The Spot in Times Square. It was a back & forth battle, until Spider-Man lunged for an all-out attack, and was engulfed in one of The Spot’s portals. A moment later, he emerged from another portal, and crashed hard into a Shawarma Stand. He would emerge from the wreckage, covered in Lettuce, Tomato & various sauces, just in time to be shown on the iconic Video Screen, allowing everyone within eyesight of it to have a good, hard laugh.
“...I don’t care what Mr. Stark says, I hate that stuff!” He pondered as he walked down the street towards the bus stop. “But even when the second job hasn’t popped up, I’ve still been the recluse. You know what, that’s gonna change! Starting today, I’m gonna be more like Spidey; exciting, energetic, funny, bold...”
His thoughts came to a stop as he collided with something solid, which sent him stumbling back slightly. Regaining his balance, he saw the obstruction that was in his path; three large men wearing the very same uniforms as the night before; unmistakably agents of A.I.M.
“Uh, can I help you?” He said.
“We need you to come with us.” One of them ordered.
“Uh thanks, but I not really interested in working at a Hive.” He chuckled a bit, amused by his own humor. But as he looked up, he heard no sound coming from the two mysterious gentlemen there. However he did feel a reaction, coming from his arms being forced behind him and his wrists handcuffed, by the third agent. “Hey, come on! It wasn’t that bad!”
Before he could protest his restraint further, a black van like the one last night pulled up beside the four. The side door slid open and in went the young hero, followed by his three captors. The door was then shut as the van pulled off down the road, carrying them to a new location. Finding himself on the floor of the van, Peter looked up to see several more men dressed in a similar fashion as his kidnappers, as well as high-tech weaponry which looked as if it came from Tony Stark’s vault, if not for his renouncement of that business practice. Instead of panicking though, he quickly searched the van for anything that could be used to gain freedom. And he found it, in the form of a small hole in the van’s floor, which gave a clear line of sight to the back wheel & axle. Rolling over on his back, he brushed his arms against the floor back & forth, in an attempt to roll his sleeves up enough to reveal his Web Shooters.
“Almost...there...” It took some moments, but he finally gained access to them. “Hope this works...”
Using his middle & ring fingers, he pressed down on the button, firing a steady stream of web fluid through the hole and onto the wheel & axle. The plan was working like a charm, as the driver immediately felt himself losing control behind the wheel.
“Hey, keep her steady!” One agent told him.
“I can’t!” The Driver responded. “I can barely hold—WHOA!!!”
Peter released the trigger for his Web shooters as the driver completely lost control. The vehicle turned sharply, then flipped wheels over roof; tumbling wildly through traffic before coming to a stop upside down in the middle of an business district intersection.
It was a rough landing, but one that did the job as Peter looked around to see everyone else in the van dazed and injured. Seizing that moment, he wearily climbed to his feet and charged forward, using his spider-strength to plow through the back doors as if they were made of paper. He then dashed away from the scene, fleeing into a nearby alley as he heard his captors screaming from behind.
“THE KID’S ESCAPING!!!”
“DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!!!”
It took nearly no time for Peter to reach the intersection of the alley. He rounded the corner and leaned against the wall to catch his breath, thankful that his spider-powers assisted him once again; and he would need more of them. Steadying his breath, he summoned his Spider-Strength again to break through his handcuffs successfully; but not without pain.
“YEEEOUCH!!!” He shouted, before covering his mouth. “Yet another moment I wish for Luke’s unbreakable skin. OK Spidey, no problem. You got free, now all you need to do is suit up and smack around these Hazmat Melon Heads and—!”
It was at that moment that Peter remembered he didn’t have his backpack, which contained his suit. It was still in the wreckage, and inaccessible since several agents were now charging forward through where he came. “You know, I bet stuff like this never happens to Tony Stark! Gotta think fast, what can I...?”
And then it fell before his eyes, the most desperate answer one can have for this situation. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though; so to hide his identity, Peter Parker quickly put on a Paper Bag, tearing eye-holes in it to give him sight. He then ducked around another corner and climbed up the brick wall for a better advantage point, just as the agents emerged from the alley.
“Where did he go!?” One of the asked.
“I don’t know! I was sure I saw him run in here!” Another answered.
As they continued to look around, Peter used their distraction as the opening he needed. He shot a line of webbing across the parking lot area, over his pursuers head and hitting the side of a dumpster. He then tugged hard on the line, hoping he judged his strength right. And he did; the dumpster became a trash-filled battering ram as it barreled towards the agents, smashing into them and pinning them next to a parked car.
“Bowling for Beekeepers! My favorite past time...” He quipped, before following up by using his webbing to entrap his incapacitated foes, leaving them for NYPD’s finest. Unfortunately he didn’t catch all of them, and as they looked up to see the source of the webbing, they spotted his bag-covered head before he was able to retreat around the corner.
“IT’S SPIDER-MAN, I JUST SAW HIM!!!”
“That explains the webbing on the wheel that made us crash!”
“But why was he wearing a Paper Bag?”
“Who cares, he’s a freak! FIND THE KID AND LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!!”
Their short conversation didn’t go unheard though, as Peter watched over the remaining agents from the rooftop of a nearby building. “OK, why are these high-tech honey farmers so amped up about catching me? Yeah, I need to talk to Fury about this. But first...”
He tracked their movements as the two remaining agents moved into a narrow alleyway. He bided his time, waiting for the right moment...and the struck. Using his Web Shooters, he thwiped both agents by their right leg, and raised them high into the air before using more web fluid to tie them up from ankle to shoulder, leaving them barely able to move, much less escape.
And with his pursuers all tied up, Peter descended from his high perch down to street level, discarding his bag as he joined the regular foot traffic on the main street. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a Spider!”
Feeling good about his victory, he walked with confidence down the street. But that confidence would be shot as he saw another van pull up beside him. The side door opened much like before, but this time it revealed what looked to be a huge nullifier ray, with another agent at the helm. The sight of the weapons caused panic on the streets, which also created a clear shot for the agent as pedestrians quickly fled from the van. Before Peter could react to the attack, the ray fired, hitting him hard enough to knock him back into the brick building behind him. Immediately he felt the effects of the ray, becoming dizzy and disoriented even with his abilities.
“Grab him!”

Unable to fight back, he was helpless as a large agent reached out through the doorway and hauled Peter inside the vehicle, before closing the door as they drove off. He began to lose consciousness, and the last sight he could make out was that of, surprisingly, Ava Ayala also being held captive.

“Ow...Migraine-Sense Tingling...”
The impromptu sleep given to Peter Parker had been interrupted, as he was greeted by bright gold colors as he opened his eyes, forcing him to shield them with his arm. The floor he was on was solid, and felt marble as he slowly rose to his feet. His vision began to clarify, and he could make out the gold shapes in front of them, which turned out to be hexagonal tiles which shaped a dome. Looking around, he noticed he was surrounded by dozens of other teens almost exactly like him; wearing glasses with bookish features. There was an exception to that, however; and it was Ava, who Peter noticed standing next to him.
“Have a nice sleep?” She asked sarcastically.
“Not really...” Peter responded. “The ride was rough, and I didn’t get a mint on my pillow.”
“Yeah, well now we have bigger things to worry about.” She informed him, drawing his attention to the front of the room, where a row of A.I.M. Agents stood, spanning across the stage they were on. In the middle was a podium, and behind it the apparent leader.
“Well, that explains it; we’re in the Honey Comb Hideout.” Peter quipped.
“I would like to welcome the brilliant young minds in attendance!” The Leader announced. “You all are among a privileged few who have the honor to bear witness to a Scientific marvel, The National Headquarters for Advanced Idea Mechanics!”
“Wait, so we’re at an A.I.M. hideout?” Peter inquired.
“Looks like it.” Ava answered. “I read the dossier on them while on the Helicarrier. They’re a group of scientists who wanna take over the world through technology. You got any info on them?”
“Uh, I know they have the stupidest uniforms in history...” Peter replied.
“Boys...” Ava said as she shook her head while the leader continued.
“You may address me as the Scientist Supreme, leader of A.I.M. and soon-to-be leader of this planet. Allow me to show you the images of some of the “well-known” geniuses of this world.” Pointing up to a holographic screen above him, he exhibited the photos of three of Earth’s greatest minds.
“Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner; these are the so-called “most brilliant minds” on Earth. HA! Their contributions to the world of Science have been laughable at best! But more to the point, these three will not be around forever, and it is up to the next generation to shape this world, and change it into a technological utopia! You...all of you, will be that generation. With the help of A.I.M. this world will be transformed into a wonder the likes of which no one could ever dream, with its citizen swearing allegiance to us!”
Both Peter & Ava have heard enough of A.I.M’s intentions for the world. But before they could speak out against it, a rebellious young teen beat them to the punch. “And what if we refuse!?”
The Scientist Supreme slowly turned towards the teen, and through his helmet, glared at him. “You will not.”
The teen was about to speak again, until he felt a sharp sting on the back of his neck. “Ow, what the—!” His voice began to trail off as his gaze became distant. He stumbled forward, putting his hand on the back of his neck, where he located the cause of his ailment; a poisoned dart. He found himself losing control of even his base movements, eventually becoming a near-mindless drone as he stood up straight to face the stage.
“Yes great leader, whatever you command.”
The teens surrounding him cried out in panic, while others murmured about their chances of survival within this dome. “You see, resistance, to quote an inept piece of science-fiction, is futile.” The Scientist Supreme boomed. “We are doing this for the betterment of the world; and you will assist us; willingly or unwillingly. But for the moment, you will all be escorted to you quarters. And you are to remain there, until you are needed.”
That was the signal for the guardsmen surrounding the teens to act. Like cattle they herded them together, making sure one didn’t stray. As the teens were crowded around them, Peter & Ava both went for their communicators, trying to contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury. Unfortunately they received no luck with the task.
“Damn, my com’s out.” Ava lamented. “I think they’re jamming the signal.”
“Mine too.” Peter revealed. “Guess its judgment time. We could get some makeshift disguises—!”
“And what, hope that they don’t identify us kicking their butts by our street clothes?” Ava finished. “They’re scientists Pete! I’d think they’d make the connection.”
“Hey, you’d be surprised creative I can be hiding my identity.” Peter argued. “In fact, I fought several of them with a bag on my head earlier...”
Ava looked back at Peter, her face showing disbelief. She quickly disregarded it though. “Look, it’s safer to just stay put here. That way, we can keep an eye on these scumbags, not put innocents in danger and figure out a way to signal S.H.I.E.L.D. about this location.”
It was against his wishes, but Peter knew her idea was better. Still he wasn’t about to stand pat and play the role of bookworm when there was danger all around. Thinking fast and keeping stealthy, he used his Web Shooter to thwip the dart that was shot at the young teen earlier, reeling it in and pocketing it for later.

“Fine, we’ll lay low.” He agreed. “At least until after I examine this...”

The rest of the day was intriguing to say the least as both Peter and Ava observed everything that went on through the headquarters. A.I.M. agents brought in several dozen more teens just like them, grouping them all up and giving them the same orientation as before, only without the sudden outburst that occurred before. The rest of the day was spent in their private quarters, which contained one bed, one table, and a tablet programmed to give access to all educational outlets and with restrictions that prevent any communication with the outside world. After taking a break from his attempts to hack the programming on the tablet, Peter decided to conduct his research in a vacant lab. Breaking out and navigating the halls of the hideout wasn’t difficult for a young man with the powers of a spider; sticking to the ceiling he was able to evade the guards on post until he reached his destination. Once there, he went to the nearest computer and microscope to commence his research.
“Alright...let’s see what this stuff really is.”
He examined the chemical used in the dart, while researching his findings on the computer. It didn’t take him long to find a match. “It’s Compound G, I heard about this. It was used as a Truth Serum, but banned when it was discovered it left certain victims in an extended suggestive state. They must’ve modified it to where it causes full-blown Mind Control. It can be counteracted with extensive physical action though, basically burning it out of one’s system...”
As he continued to search online though, a loud blaring went off in his head again, like an alarm. “Spider-Sense; not good!”
Instinctively, Peter ducked to his right side, barely avoiding a dart fired at him that was exactly like the one he was examining. Turning around, he spotted his attacker aiming another shot at him, with two other agents acting as his backup. It left Peter in a state of conflict; use his Spider powers, and risk his identity becoming known by a lethal criminal organization, or continue playing the helpless kid and risk falling victim to the effects of Compound G. Making a snap decision, he bit the bullet.
PCHOO!!!
And practically took one as the dart stuck inside of his right arm. Almost immediately Peter felt the chemical taking effect; his focus waning and his motor functions being wrestled out of his control. Grabbing hold of Peter’s arm, the shooter dragged him out of the lab.
“What should we do with him?” One of the agents asked.
“We’ll dump him in his room.” The shooter answered. “The serum should fully affect him by morning, and then he’ll be our little pawn.”
Peter was helpless to prevent those actions as he was dragged through the hall, his mind valiantly fighting off the effects of Compound G inside of him. As they reached his room, he was unceremoniously tossed inside, before the door was slammed shut and locked. Peter tried to focus his mind as he climbed to his feet, but he found himself fighting the one word pulsating throughout his brain, over and over again unrelentingly.
“Obey! Obey!”
To say it was distracting would be the understatement of the year, as he was barely able to think straight, and notice that he was not in the room alone. “A-A...Ava...”
She emerged from the darkened room corner near the door. “Yeah, came in here to check on you; now it looks like I’m bunking here for the night, since you obviously did something to get the door locked. You have got to be the—what are you doing?”
She asked that question after noticing Peter performing an action not very commonplace in their position...Jumping Jacks. “24, 25, 26...”
“You picked a helluva time to start exercising.” She commented.
“Have to!” He huffed. “Need to...burn this...from my...system!”
He switched up his actions and began shadow boxing with himself ferociously, leaving Ava even more puzzled. “Burn from...wait, did they inject you? With that stuff they hit the kid with!?”
Peter nodded his head as he kept throwing air jabs & hooks. “It’s called...Compound...G! It’s used...”
“I know!” She interrupted, showing worry. “It explains how that kid got so obedient. We need to burn that compound out of your system! Come on, keep working!”
Acting as trainer, she put her hands up to give him sufficient targets. He used them well, aiming his punches at them and hitting directly on the mark. But as the minutes passed, his punches began to lose power and speed, and he began to lose focus.
“C’mon, Pete!” She told him. “Keep it up, we gotta keep burning this out!”
Lurched over, he slowly lifted his head to show a faraway gaze in his eyes. “O...Obe—!”
“STOP!!!”
She responded by grabbing his shoulders and slamming him into a nearby wall. “FIGHT IT, PETER!” She ordered. “You’re stronger than this! Smarter! I know you’re not gonna let some MENSA rejects take control of your mind! FIGHT IT!”
“Tr-trying...” He uttered, his mind feeling fragmented. As Ava held him against the wall however, she felt a poking sensation against her upper thigh. Glancing down, she saw the source that was causing it; Mr. Parker had an erection.
“Now!?” She asked with genuine shock. “You get a hard-on NOW!?”
“Heh, not...my fault...you...went braless.” He struggled out in response.
Shocked that Peter could tell, she quickly jumped back and covered her breasts, trying to hide her erect nipples. “Hey! It’s only so I can change into my costume quicker!”
“Hey...I’m not...complaining...” He stammered.
They stood in front of each other, with Ava feeling more embarrassment than Peter at the moment. But irony struck as the moment also gave her an idea on how to solve Peter’s dilemma, albeit an extreme one. She began undoing the belt on her dress, which quickly turned Peter into the puzzled one.
“What, I’m...gonna get...a spanking?”
“Take off your pants, Parker.” She told him sternly. “It’s the only way to save your mind.”
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