The 'What If?' Marvel RPG - Season thread

[Cyrusbales]

MASTERMIND

A few words glide across my mind, and they're not particularly pleasnat ones.

My hold on the Juggernaught is gone.....his mind now......empty. Something was not right, perhaps I needed more firepower for this job, this woman seemed to be rather an intense being with some serious power.

Fortunately, no matter how strong you get, there's always someone stronger. I have a few idea's of who, but if I play my cards wrong, I may be in slightly more trouble than I can deal with, but then again that's why I have a plan, I always have a plan. After all, they do call me MASTERMIND!

 

[guitarsingerguy]

I leap out of the way of the cops' gunfire and land on a wall facing them.

"Wow! Are the policey weasies angry that I did their jobs?" I angrily.

One cop aims his gun right at me.

"I wouldn't..." I mutter to him.

He fires three shots at me, all of which I dodge.

I click my lips under my mask. "Not your smartest move, bucko." I say, firing a webline around his torso. I heave him up to me, sticking on the wall. I wrap my hand around his collar.

"Y'know Daredevil?"

He nods.

"Well, I'm like him... but I'm a helluvalot cruler."

His eyes open wide and I wrap a webbing noose around his throat.

"Say 'hi' to the old Vulture for me."

I let go of his collar and he drops several feet, writhing in his web cocoon, trying to get his hands free.

Slowly, he starts writhing less and less until he eventually stops moving, save a few twitches. I drop him and he falls onto a hood of a cruiser. His partners sprint over to him, seeing if he's alright.

"He'll be fine." I call down to them.

They turn back to me and start shooting. After a series of intricate acrobatic twists, jumps, and web-swings, I'm several blocks away from the scene of my 'crime'.

I land on the corner of a low building.

"Y'know, Petey," I say to myself, "you've had a terrible life. Nothin' normal about it. First you're bullied by Flash Jerkson, then you get these awesome spider-powers. Finally, you catch a break, right? Wrong. These powers get your uncle killed. Then, you flip out at your aunt, MJ kills her dad, yada yada yada."

I let myself fall off of the building and land on a flagpole. I slowly slide down from the flagpole upside down on a webline.

"But, you know what they say, don'tcha? Don't get mad..." I let go of the webline and land on top of a telephone booth. I smash the glass wall and tear the phonebook out.

"Get even."

I slide a finger down the page and find the name I'm looking for.

"Eugene Thompson." I casually say, chuckling. "Whatsay I take a stroll down memory lane?"

Flash pulls the binoculars away from his eyes.

"So now he's looking for me. He's forcing my hand to move. This may have just gotten more interesting."

As Flash stuffs the binoculars into his backpack, he leaps into the air. Twisting his body so that the web flaps of his costume cause him to glide, Flash plummets towards Spider-Man and his first true confrontation with his new powers. Flash touches down behind the phone booth.

"Hiya Pete. We need to talk."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I - Part 2

We see the distinct image of Spider-Man in the distance. Instantly, my other is attracted to him. Then we see another being who looks like Spider-Man, only with a grey suit. Still, my other wishes to approach them.

What? I ask my other.

That suit that Spider-Man wears, it starts, that is my grandfather.

Grandfather? I think.

Yes, my other hisses. Where did you think you got those magnificent spider-powers of yours? It's all genetics. My grandfather passed them down to my father, and he passed them down to me.

I nod. Well then, who am I to prevent father-son bonding time?

We fire a web-line and get up from our perch.

One more thing, my other says, my species doesn't exactly get along too well. We don't believe in family values. In fact, symbiotes hate each other at birth.

If that's the case, then let's rid the world of that vengeful being.

As we reached the top of our swing arc, we released our web-line and performed a backflip in mid-air. We landed on the ground with a great 'THUD', and faced the two persons in front of us.

"Well, well, well...you're throwing a party, Granpop, and you didn't invite us? We're insulted!"

Both of them looked at me strangely.

"What's the matter...aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?"

 

[Matt Murdock]

Season I - Part 2

We see the distinct image of Spider-Man in the distance. Instantly, my other is attracted to him. Then we see another being who looks like Spider-Man, only with a grey suit. Still, my other wishes to approach them.

What? I ask my other.

That suit that Spider-Man wears, it starts, that is my grandfather.

Grandfather? I think.

Yes, my other hisses. Where did you think you got those magnificent spider-powers of yours? It's all genetics. My grandfather passed them down to my father, and he passed them down to me.

I nod. Well then, who am I to prevent father-son bonding time?

We fire a web-line and get up from our perch.

One more thing, my other says, my species doesn't exactly get along too well. We don't believe in family values. In fact, symbiotes hate each other at birth.

If that's the case, then let's rid the world of that vengeful being.

As we reached the top of our swing arc, we released our web-line and performed a backflip in mid-air. We landed on the ground with a great 'THUD', and faced the two persons in front of us.

"Well, well, well...you're throwing a party, Granpop, and you didn't invite us? We're insulted!"

Both of them looked at me strangely.

"What's the matter...aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?"

Flash pulls the binoculars away from his eyes.

"So now he's looking for me. He's forcing my hand to move. This may have just gotten more interesting."

As Flash stuffs the binoculars into his backpack, he leaps into the air. Twisting his body so that the web flaps of his costume cause him to glide, Flash plummets towards Spider-Man and his first true confrontation with his new powers. Flash touches down behind the phone booth.

"Hiya Pete. We need to talk."

I blink from behind the mask...

Heh...

"Amateurs..." I say hopelessly.

I look behind me, the gooey one... in front of me... a guy with one helluva fashion sense.

"You know," I say, leaping into the air and back flipping."New York is just FULL of copycats."

I land on a brick building with my back turned to the wall.

I fire two weblines at each of these guys, catching them around their faces.

"Shoulda hit me when you both had the chance." I say, slamming their heads together.

"You don't even wanna see me when I have my angry face on."

I push off of the wall and grab the guy who called me 'Pete' by the throat, the other guy is still fighting with a webline. Before I can say a word, though, he punches me hard in the gut. I drop him, and he whirls around and kicks me in the chest.

I fly backwards, across a street, into an old costume store.

I roll off of my back and grab a hat. A cabbie drives up, seeing what the commotion is about, and I throw the hat in his face. Before he can say a word of protest, I've punched him square in the jaw.

Lights out.

I rip his door off and leap onto the hood of the car. I brandish the hood like a baseball bat.

"C'mon boys, let's see what you've got."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

I blink from behind the mask...

Heh...

"Amateurs..." I say hopelessly.

I look behind me, the gooey one... in front of me... a guy with one helluva fashion sense.

"You know," I say, leaping into the air and back flipping."New York is just FULL of copycats."

I land on a brick building with my back turned to the wall.

I fire two weblines at each of these guys, catching them around their faces.

"Shoulda hit me when you both had the chance." I say, slamming their heads together.

"You don't even wanna see me when I have my angry face on."

I push off of the wall and grab the guy who called me 'Pete' by the throat, the other guy is still fighting with a webline. Before I can say a word, though, he punches me hard in the gut. I drop him, and he whirls around and kicks me in the chest.

I fly backwards, across a street, into an old costume store.

I roll off of my back and grab a hat. A cabbie drives up, seeing what the commotion is about, and I throw the hat in his face. Before he can say a word of protest, I've punched him square in the jaw.

Lights out.

I rip his door off and leap onto the hood of the car. I brandish the hood like a baseball bat.

"C'mon boys, let's see what you've got."

"My how things have changed."

Flash runs head first towards the cab. Spiderman tries to knock his head off with the hood, but a single flip through the air fixes that. Planting his feet on the wall behind, Flash shoots out two weblines around Spidey. He pulls with all his might and Spiderman goes flying into the next building.

"You know how they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? They lied Peter."

 

[Eddie Brock]

I blink from behind the mask...

Heh...

"Amateurs..." I say hopelessly.

I look behind me, the gooey one... in front of me... a guy with one helluva fashion sense.

"You know," I say, leaping into the air and back flipping."New York is just FULL of copycats."

I land on a brick building with my back turned to the wall.

I fire two weblines at each of these guys, catching them around their faces.

"Shoulda hit me when you both had the chance." I say, slamming their heads together.

"You don't even wanna see me when I have my angry face on."

I push off of the wall and grab the guy who called me 'Pete' by the throat, the other guy is still fighting with a webline. Before I can say a word, though, he punches me hard in the gut. I drop him, and he whirls around and kicks me in the chest.

I fly backwards, across a street, into an old costume store.

I roll off of my back and grab a hat. A cabbie drives up, seeing what the commotion is about, and I throw the hat in his face. Before he can say a word of protest, I've punched him square in the jaw.

Lights out.

I rip his door off and leap onto the hood of the car. I brandish the hood like a baseball bat.

"C'mon boys, let's see what you've got."

"My how things have changed."

Flash runs head first towards the cab. Spiderman tries to knock his head off with the hood, but a single flip through the air fixes that. Planting his feet on the wall behind, Flash shoots out two weblines around Spidey. He pulls with all his might and Spiderman goes flying into the next building.

"You know how they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? They lied Peter."

Season I - Part 3

"You!" We hiss, pointing at the grey Spider, "You can be of use to us! And if not..."

We leap through the hole in the wall and pick up Spider-Man's body. We hurl him out into the street. He lands on top of the taxi, and then we leap on top of him. The sheer force crushes the roof, and we look at the grey Spider.

"You can stay out of our way!"

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Season I - Part 3

"You!" We hiss, pointing at the grey Spider, "You can be of use to us! And if not..."

We leap through the hole in the wall and pick up Spider-Man's body. We hurl him out into the street. He lands on top of the taxi, and then we leap on top of him. The sheer force crushes the roof, and we look at the grey Spider.

"You can stay out of our way!"

"There's history here boy. As long as you don't stand in the way of that, I guess you got yourself a deal."

 

[Matt Murdock]

"My how things have changed."

Flash runs head first towards the cab. Spiderman tries to knock his head off with the hood, but a single flip through the air fixes that. Planting his feet on the wall behind, Flash shoots out two weblines around Spidey. He pulls with all his might and Spiderman goes flying into the next building.

"You know how they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? They lied Peter."

I leap off of the cab and twist in mid-air. I fire two suit-powered weblines at the grey guy and tie him to the nearest lamppost.

Spinning around from atop the lamp, I tackle the other one and web him to the cab.

Looking back to the gray guy, I point to the one on the hood with my thumb.

"We? Us? Man... this one sure IS a freak." I say, slamming the red and black one's head into the car.

I look back to the gray one. "So, pumpkin? You said you wanted to talk?" I say, tapping my chest.

"I'm Spider-Man. What do they call you?" I turn my back to him and wave my hand in the air like I'm writing a newspaper headline."I've got it! The mind reading freak!"

I twist around quickly and sock him in the jaw.

He spins around slowly, and spins back the other way, like a tether ball.

I put a finger on his masked forehead and start spinning him back and forth.

"Since you're going to be haning here for a while, why don't you start talking?"

 

[guitarsingerguy]

I leap off of the cab and twist in mid-air. I fire two suit-powered weblines at the grey guy and tie him to the nearest lamppost.

Spinning around from atop the lamp, I tackle the other one and web him to the cab.

Looking back to the gray guy, I point to the one on the hood with my thumb.

"We? Us? Man... this one sure IS a freak." I say, slamming the red and black one's head into the car.

I look back to the gray one. "So, pumpkin? You said you wanted to talk?" I say, tapping my chest.

"I'm Spider-Man. What do they call you?" I turn my back to him and wave my hand in the air like I'm writing a newspaper headline."I've got it! The mind reading freak!"

I twist around quickly and sock him in the jaw.

He spins around slowly, and spins back the other way, like a tether ball.

I put a finger on his masked forehead and start spinning him back and forth.

"Since you're going to be haning here for a while, why don't you start talking?"

In mid spin, Flash throws his body weight upwards. He latches his feet onto the top of the lamp post and pulls hard with his back breaking the webline from the metal post. A headbutt to Spiderman's forehead sends him stumbling back. Flash flexes as hard as possible and splits the remaining web cocoon.

"For the record you can call me Venom. You're pissing off all the right people Peter. I've been sent to snub you out, but it doesn't have to be this way. I can help you. Just come with me."

 

[Matt Murdock]

In mid spin, Flash throws his body weight upwards. He latches his feet onto the top of the lamp post and pulls hard with his back breaking the webline from the metal post. A headbutt to Spiderman's forehead sends him stumbling back. Flash flexes as hard as possible and splits the remaining web cocoon.

"For the record you can call me Venom. You're pissing off all the right people Peter. I've been sent to snub you out, but it doesn't have to be this way. I can help you. Just come with me."

"Wow..." I say pretending to truly care about what he's saying.

"I never thought..." I mumble, putting even more emphasis on these words.

"They'd send such a weak rookie out to get me!" I turn around and get ready to throw a punch. He throws one first and I dodge it. I dodge several of his punches until I grab his fist, twist behind him, and punch his elbow.

Grabbing his shoulder tightly, I growl at him: "Time to find out who the first freak is."

I tear off his mask and see the face of...

Flash Thompson.

I let go of him and fall to my knees laughing.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I - Part 4

"NOO!" We roar. We leap to our feet - hood still intact - and then rip the hood off. We toss it aside casually.

We pick up what's left of the taxi and toss it at Spider-Man. He tries to leap out of the way, but the taxi still hits his leg. He falls to the ground like a rag-doll.

The suit retracts off my face as I reveal my identity. "D'you know who I am, Spider-Man? I'm Eddie Brock, the famous Daily Globe reporter. You saved my life once, albeit figuratively..."

The suit reforms over my face. "Now, we're ENDING yours!"
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[Matt Murdock]

Season I - Part 4

"NOO!" We roar. We leap to our feet - hood still intact - and then rip the hood off. We toss it aside casually.

We pick up what's left of the taxi and toss it at Spider-Man. He tries to leap out of the way, but the taxi still hits his leg. He falls to the ground like a rag-doll.

The suit retracts off my face as I reveal my identity. "D'you know who I am, Spider-Man? I'm Eddie Brock, the famous Daily Globe reporter. You saved my life once, albeit figuratively..."

The suit reforms over my face. "Now, we're ENDING yours!"

"Brock, huh?" I say, heaving myself up from the ground.

"Sounds like the name of some loser who'd mess up a really simple story."

I fire a webline just left of Brock and it catches a street vendor's fruit cart.

I heave an apple my way and pull my mask up over my face. I take a huge bite and look at Brock and Thompson.

"So tell me, boys..." I say, with a mouthful of apple, "How are you supposed to catch or kill me if you can't even see me?"

I lob the apple at Flash's head and pull my mask back on. Backflipping, I use my suit's nifty ability to mimic its surroundings.

I disappear.

I tiptoe right between them and whisper, "Peekaboo."

With grace and skill, I leap backwards, landing soundlessly, so that neither of them know where I am.


This is going to get interesting.

 

[Eddie Brock]

"Brock, huh?" I say, heaving myself up from the ground.

"Sounds like the name of some loser who'd mess up a really simple story."

I fire a webline just left of Brock and it catches a street vendor's fruit cart.

I heave an apple my way and pull my mask up over my face. I take a huge bite and look at Brock and Thompson.

"So tell me, boys..." I say, with a mouthful of apple, "How are you supposed to catch or kill me if you can't even see me?"

I lob the apple at Flash's head and pull my mask back on. Backflipping, I use my suit's nifty ability to mimic its surroundings.

I disappear.

I tiptoe right between them and whisper, "Peekaboo."

With grace and skill, I leap backwards, landing soundlessly, so that neither of them know where I am.


This is going to get interesting.

Season I - Part 5

We see a bonafide look of suprise on Venom's face, while we simply laugh.

"Anything you can do, WE can do better..." we say in the sing-songy voice. Then my other cloaks itself.

Poor Venom is left in the middle, unable to do any of this, and genuinely worried.

We pace quietly in circles, waiting for our opponent to reveal his location.

"WE can do anything better than you!"

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Season I - Part 5

We see a bonafide look of suprise on Venom's face, while we simply laugh.

"Anything you can do, WE can do better..." we say in the sing-songy voice. Then my other cloaks itself.

Poor Venom is left in the middle, unable to do any of this, and genuinely worried.

We pace quietly in circles, waiting for our opponent to reveal his location.

"WE can do anything better than you!"

Flash Thompson slides his mask back over his face.

"Pete, if you'd have shut up long enough, maybe you'd know I was a product of the US military. They don't send out any weapons without a few extras."

A new pair of red lenses slides over the existing ones.

"For your sake Peter I hope your costume hides your heat."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I - Part 2

All the TV screens in New York faded to black. Even the ones in Times Square. Seconds later, a live broadcast was feeded to them.

Sitting on a throne was a man wearing a large green coat with a metal mask and gloves. He leaned forward and addressed the camera.

"Dear residents of New York, do not attempt to change the channel, for I am broadcasting this live announcement on all of them. I am Doctor Doom, but you may know me by another name..."

The man pulled his mask off and revealed his face.

"REED RICHARDS. Yes, the hermit scientist who disappeared from the face of the earth! You all laughed at me, calling me a failure. Today, I will prove you wrong."

Dr. Doom opens a concealed panel on his throne's armrest and presses a button.

"Legions of my newest creation, the Doom-Bots, are being dispatched as we speak. They will encircle New York City."

Sure enough, large squadrons of Doom-Bots approached the city from the north, south, east and west. Everyone ran in terror as the machines fired concussive blasts from their hands.

"And Namor...if you are watching this, or somehow hear about this...I hope that you are prepared for my next move. For the rest of you, I say only this: I hope, for your sake, that you perish quickly."

With that, Dr. Doom stretched his arm towards the camera and shut it off. All the TVs in New York went back to whatever they were displaying. However, the people were so frightened that they barely noticed...let alone cared.

 

[Cyrusbales]

JEAN GREY

Earth.

Home.

Or at least it used to be.

As we approach I can feel it, the Phoenix force. Every molecule of my body tuned to pick it up, focus on it, find it, capture it, using any means necessary.

“Down there.”

An outstretched arm, that once belonged to me but is now the property of the Shi’ar, points towards our destination. I could feel the power had shown itself, the shuttle’s dissension confirmed all of this as the hum of proximity filled my form.

Touching down, my feet gracing the place I once lived. But so much had changed since then, most of all myself. I had become a tool, an instrument, designed and adapted for one purpose. Not a single one of my atoms can differ from the task, the ultimate weapon for the task, perhaps the only one able for the task.

“Ma’am, which way?”

“Leave the others in the ship, we will not be needing them. Follow me.”

Like a moth to the flame I follow a hidden trail of energy, purely instinctual. The more intense the force, the more my senses sharpen and abilities heighten. It was close, I could feel it’s thoughts, it’s mind, it’s power. Soon I would take that from it…

 

[Noon]

"Chere, you done been feelin' da' same t'ing fa so long dat' ya don't even know it anymore. Had you asked me if I'd stand by you a month ago, Gambit would be helpin' throw da' going 'way party, but somet'in happen along da' way. Ah met da' woman whos body you inhabit now. Ah ain't been da' same since. Can't you feel nothing towards me chere? Ah know ya do cause you wouldn't be asking me ta' be ya' General otherwise. Don' you maybe wanna see what dat's all 'bout 'fore ya demolish da' entire race?"

The Phoenix looked at him for a moment puzzled. For a second it seemed as if the black in her eyes faded, a bright green appearing, but in a flicker it was gone and her steely black gaze returned.

"You're feelings for this woman are irrelvant to me. She is dead. This body is mine!"

The anger in her unearthly voice faded and her expression softened. She brushed her fingers along his cheek.

"Perhaps I misjudged. I thought you were like me, but you are weak with emotion. Your handsome features are very persuasive, but all I feel are the remenants of attraction Marie once felt for you."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

The Phoenix looked at him for a moment puzzled. For a second it seemed as if the black in her eyes faded, a bright green appearing, but in a flicker it was gone and her steely black gaze returned.

"You're feelings for this woman are irrelvant to me. She is dead. This body is mine!"

The anger in her unearthly voice faded and her expression softened. She brushed her fingers along his cheek.

"Perhaps I misjudged. I thought you were like me, but you are weak with emotion. Your handsome features are very persuasive, but all I feel are the remenants of attraction Marie once felt for you."

"What you be seein' chere is da' blackness dats in ma heart. It matches ma skin don' ya t'ink?"

 

[Noon]

"What you be seein' chere is da' blackness dats in ma heart. It matches ma skin don' ya t'ink?"

"Such a shame you refuse to embrace it, you could have been so entertaining..."

She stops for a moment, and looks around as if she has heard a noise. Her eyes seem distant and a frown creases her delicate brow.

"They're here." She mutters under her breath

 

[Cyrusbales]

JEAN GREY

I remember the stories I used to be told as a child. Alice, lost in wonderland, following the rabbit. I find myself living out this fable, only the rabbit is a trail of energy, and Alice……well she’s nothing more than a weapon really.

When I was a child, I wondered what I’d grow up to be, like all little girls I wanted to be special, an actress, a model or something people would look up to and adore. Then I found I was special, so Alice was ripped right out of wonderland, labelled a ‘mutant’.

I could hear others thoughts, I could move books without touch. I was a freak. Just as I came to accept this, yet again Alice’s world was torn apart. The Shi’ar. No one can say what they did, but now I can wrench thoughts from people’s minds and move mountains. And now Alice has come back to Wonderland, and this time she’s going to be the only one tearing things apart.

 

[guitarsingerguy]

"Such a shame you refuse to embrace it, you could have been so entertaining..."

She stops for a moment, and looks around as if she has heard a noise. Her eyes seem distant and a frown creases her delicate brow.

"They're here." She mutters under her breath

"Who's here chere? Da' Brotherhood? Da' X-Men?"

Gambit finally realizes the situation.

"It ain't neither is it? 'Dey here fa' you....fa' what you done become."

 

[Matt Murdock]

Flash Thompson slides his mask back over his face.

"Pete, if you'd have shut up long enough, maybe you'd know I was a product of the US military. They don't send out any weapons without a few extras."

A new pair of red lenses slides over the existing ones.

"For your sake Peter I hope your costume hides your heat."

Season I - Part 5

We see a bonafide look of suprise on Venom's face, while we simply laugh.

"Anything you can do, WE can do better..." we say in the sing-songy voice. Then my other cloaks itself.

Poor Venom is left in the middle, unable to do any of this, and genuinely worried.

We pace quietly in circles, waiting for our opponent to reveal his location.

"WE can do anything better than you!"

The last thing I hear is that one freak saying "WE can do anything better than you!".

Once I'm far above them, blocks away, I mutter to myself, "Then why am I the one ditching you two amateurs?"

I allow myself to gracefully fall into an alleyway and use my suit to give me some clothes. Jeans and a polo? Sounds about right.

I walk out of the alleyway casually and walk down the block, headed straight for Flash's apartment.

I reach the old brick building in a few minutes. The front door opens, but the door to Flash's apartment isn't so cooperative.

"You know..." I whisper, shaking the door handle, "I could just use my nifty suit to go through the door."

I kneel down in front of the door and touch the handle with a finger. I feel a tendril slide out from my finger and it clicks each part of the lock into place.

The door slides open casually and I walk in.

I slump down into a big lounge chair and look around the crummy apartment.

Dum de dum...

I'm bored.

And, oddly, I'm starving.

"This is New York... so this guy's fridge must be stuffed with... Chinese food."

I realize I haven't eaten in god knows how long and lick my lips.

I get up quickly and look for the kitchen. I find it, open the fridge and start wolfing down food.

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Flash Thompson turns to the other man involved in the free for all.

"I think he's gone. I can't get a bead on him at the very least. My name is Flash Thompson. Thanks for the help."

Flash sticks his hand out towards the stranger.

"If you're up for it, I could certainly use the help tracking him down."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Flash Thompson turns to the other man involved in the free for all.

"I think he's gone. I can't get a bead on him at the very least. My name is Flash Thompson. Thanks for the help."

Flash sticks his hand out towards the stranger.

"If you're up for it, I could certainly use the help tracking him down."

We extend our arm, and as we do, my other begans to retract as it forms a red t-shirt.

"Would we ever pass up the chance to protect the innocent?" we say as my other finishes its transformation. Suddenly, we are standing there in a red shirt and black jeans.

As Flash shakes our hand, we laugh as my voice returns to normal.

"He's stronger than we'd thought..."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

We extend our arm, and as we do, my other begans to retract as it forms a red t-shirt.

"Would we ever pass up the chance to protect the innocent?" we say as my other finishes its transformation. Suddenly, we are standing there in a red shirt and black jeans.

As Flash shakes our hand, we laugh as my voice returns to normal.

"He's stronger than we'd thought..."

"I need to get out of this uniform. My apartment is just a few blocks away. I think that should be our first stop. There we'll regroup and come up with a new game plan."

Flash rockets into the air shooting a webline.

"Just make sure you keep up."

After a few blocks of swinging, Flash stops outside an apartment window. He opens it and drops in. To his surprise, Peter Parker is sitting in the recliner helping himself to Flash's leftovers.

"You son of a *****. Now I'm gonna have to go out again tonight."

Flash shoots the Chinese take out bin with a webline and yanks it to himself.

"Pete, you prick! There's barely any left!"

With that Flash throws the remainder of the noodles into Peter's face. As the symbiote begins to cover Peter's body, Flash throws an uppercut directly into Peter's chin. In mid air, two weblines are shot around Peter's waist. Flash pulls as hard as he can and Spiderman goes flying into the left wall, his head going right through it.

"Well, there goes my security deposit."