The world grew colder for Peter Parker. But in some ways, it was an escape from an even colder world. A nightmare, as it were.
He stood on a street corner, donned in a leather jacket and jeans. His hair was a mess, his eyes had bags under them, and a thick layer of five o'clock shadow covered the bottom half of his face. He shivered uncontrolably, as if he were a druggie. But despite the toll that it took on his body, and his mind... Peter didn't feel like a prisoner for a small moment. Because he had escaped the symbiote.
But he had to admit to himself... it wouldn't last. The symbiote had left him weak, to the point that he couldn't go to anyone at all. Who'd believe him, anyway? It wasn't entirely convincing that such a frail and fragile shell of a man could possibly be the same powerful person that had gripped the entire city with fear in just a mere few days.
There was only one person he found himself going to. Part of him knew she'd never actually help... He had hurt her for far too long. But Peter didn't know what else to do. He was desperate to escape this nightmare, once and for all. So the moment he picked up the payphone and dialed, he had little hesitation in saying her name.
"M... M... MJ?", He stuttered, weakly.
"Hi, this is Mary Jane. Leave and message and I'll be sure to get back to you."
Peter sighed to himself. She wasn't there. The one time he felt like he could go to her for help, and she wasn't there anymore. Of course, that was his own fault, and he knew it. Peter debated hanging the phone up, but of course, he didn't allow himself to do it. Not after all of the trouble he had gone through.
"M...Mary Jane... It... It's Pe-... Peter.", Peter tried to say in a mumble so soft that he wasn't sure if the message would pick up.
"Peter, MJ. Not... not Spider-Man. Just me. I... I don't..."
Peter lowered his head, as a tear came down his face.
"I don't know who else to go to.", He eventually said.
"I'm lost... alone... misrable... everything. I lost my job, my house... you... And I can't do a damned thing about any of it. And I know that you've probably... probably had it with me, and all... to which I can't blame you... but..."
Peter wiped away the tears, gathering enough strength to say one last thing.
"I'm scared, MJ. I... I'm scared."
Waiting for his time on the line to expire, Peter slowly hung the phone up, and made his way across the street, hands in pockets.
He felt like an idiot, admitting that. And moreso, he felt like an idiot for even wasting her time. But he just didn't know what to do, anymore. All the answers had been lost within the blackness that had consumed him. The one that turned his attempt at heroism into a vengeful crusade.
The one that the nerve to call itself Spider-Man.
As Peter made his way into a nearby alleyway, to avoid the oncoming people ahead, He noticed something. The darkness, ahead of him. It was as if he was being...
Peter's eyes widened.
"Oh, geez..."
Beginning to run, Peter looked back, alarmed. It was here. He could feel it. His 'other' had come back for him. And Peter was determined to keep himself from being taken. But the moment Peter turned back around to keep running, He tripped over a trashcan, and crashed onto the pavement of the alleyway, hard. Grasping his knee in pain, Peter felt something grab him from the side.
Looking down, the last thing that the concious Peter Parker could see was a swirl of shadowy blackness, grasping onto him as if it were a child clutching it's favorite toy.
The world grew even colder for Peter Parker. But it grew oh, so sweeter for Spider-Man.
"Ahhh. Much better.", Spider-Man stated, flexing his muscles and stretching his limbs with a sense of comfort.
Looking down at the white Spider-emblem that stretched across his torso, Spider-Man let a menacing, yet amused laugh escape him.
"My god, how pathetic are thee.", Spider-Man exclaimed, knowing full well that Peter could hear him.
"'I'm scared, MJ. I'm scared, MJ. Take me back! Take me back!'. Oh, that's just priceless!"
Firing a webline upwards, Spider-Man swung into the night's sky.
"What you should've done is forced that ****e to take you back. But of course, you wouldn't have thought of that.", Spider-Man continued, feeling Peter's anger within him.
"Yes, yes. Let the hate flow through you, young Jedi!", Spider-Man stated, howling with sick laughter at his own joke.
"Just admit it to yourself, Petey. You need me. You need me more than you know... You just don't have the balls to accept it. And you probably never will."
I think you've got that backwards.
"You wish.", Spider-Man stated, leaping into the night's air.
As Spider-Man landed on a nearby building, clinging to the side, he suddenly felt a tingle at the back of his neck. His spider-sense was warning him of something.
"Hello... what's this, now?", Spider-Man asked himself, before turning, and spotting the impending danger that awaited him.
A sniper stood on the edge of another nearby building, aimed directly at him. Immediatley, Spider-Man sprung off of the wall he was perched upon, narrowly missing the bullets that grazed it as he fired a webline towards his attacker and pulled.
"Something tells me you need a copy of 'Shooting for dummies'. Cause I'm pretty sure you're supposed to hit your target, dumbass.", Spider-Man exclaimed, before shooting his legs forward, and connecting to the hitman's chest.
The sniper flew back, almost being sent off of the rooftop by Spider-Man's powerful kick. The only thing that saved him was an outstretched, black clad arm that shot out and grabbed his wrist. The sniper looked up, terrified, as Spider-Man dangled him over the city streets below.
"Now, before I introduce you to the pavement, slappy... Tell me... to who do I owe the honor?", Spider-Man asked.
"I... I..."
"You, you, you. All about you. Hate to break it you ya, chuckles, but this is about me.", Spider-Man stated, before letting the thug's wrist slip, a little.
"AHH! AHH! Okay! Okay! It was The Kingpin! The Kingpin wants to see you!"
"...Kingpin?", Spider-Man asked.
"You're telling me that fatass cueball actually has something worth my while? Cause I'm a bit skeptical."
"No! No! It ain't Wilson! Kingpin's dead! There's a new one!"
"New one?", Spider-Man asked further, intrigued.
"Let me guess... Donald Trump finally snapped?"
The thug cowardly shook his head.
"D... It's Daredevil! Daredevil's the new Kingpin!"
Spider-Man paused, for a moment, taking this in.
"...Well. I'll be.", Spider-Man said to himself.
Seems your old bunk buddy finally grew a pair, Petey.
"Please! That's all I wanted! Honest! I just wanted to get your attention!"
Spider-Man looked down at the sniper.
"And so you did! Buh-bye, now.", Spider-Man exclaimed, evilly, before dropping the thug to his death.
Watching the impact below, Spider-Man smiled to himself, before firing a webline outwards and leaping from the rooftop, into the night.
"Matt Murdock. The Kingpin. Boy, if that isn't irony, I don't know what is...", Spider-Man told himself after a few minutes, as he leaped from his line, and clasped himself onto one of the windows of Fisk Tower.
If Daredevil was taking the codename of his former enemy, Spider-Man doubted he'd pass up the opprotunity to take everything else from him, too. Including his empire. Peering in the mirrored glass, Spider-Man tapped it, lightly and mockingly.
"Knock knock."