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C21 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2022-06-27 23:09:47 +0000 UTC“Ouch.” Peter grunts as he lifts himself out of a totaled yellow taxi cab.
Standing next to the cab with a heartbroken look on his face is a man Peter recognized from the Deadpool movies in his past life.
[Insert picture of Dopinder here]
“My car...” Dopinder mutters in shock and sadness.
“Sorry about that.” Peter grunts as he brushes some broken glass off of his suit. “I’m sure your insurance will cover it...”
“My car!” Dopinder exclaims.
Grasped in Peter’s hand is the phone that the forced suicide bomber was using shortly before his explosive death. He managed to snatch it before launching the man into the air.
As Peter steps into the street, a group of people surrounds him, including medics and policemen.
“Are you alright?” A paramedic asks as Peter stretches his sore back.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Peter says as he shrugs his shoulders a couple of times. “You can go and take care of the injured. I’m already healing up.”
“Yes, sir.” The medics listen to his orders as if Peter were their boss and scurry away.
Looking down at the phone, Peter sees that the woman hung up already. She probably saw Peter’s actions on the news and knew her plan failed. At least partially since the first bomb blew up. Though, Peter does have her phone number now.
“Are you sure you're alright, uhh... Spider-Man?” A police officer asks awkwardly, feeling odd about using Peter's hero name.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Peter says as he waves off their concerns. “I need one of you to take me to whoever’s in charge.”
At first, the officers looked at each other in surprise, as Spider-Man never comes in contact with the police. They usually show up and find webbed criminals to arrest. This is definitely new for them.
“Uhh, sure follow me.” One of the policemen says, leading Peter to a command tent that’s been put up nearby.
As they walked inside, Peter saw two groups of people standing on the opposite sides of a table. One side has a few high-level policemen, who are dressed in their formal uniforms. Standing on the other side are a few men and women in blue jackets with the letters FBI printed in yellow text on the back.
“Look, until the people from the state department arrive, this is a Federal matter and you need to take a back seat. We have more training and experience in handling acts of terrorism. It’s just that simple.” A lead woman with an FBI jacket explains.
The upper echelon of the New York City Police Department didn’t look happy after hearing this but knew arguing any further would be a waste of time. Especially while they're dealing with a major terrorist attack.
“Excuse me, sirs?” The policeman that escorted Peter inside makes their presence known.
“What?! Can’t you see we’re busy...” A formally dressed policeman releases his frustrations on the poor guy but freezes as he sees who’s standing behind him.
“Spider-Man?” The lead female FBI agent says surprisingly.
“Yup, it’s me.” Peter said with a wave.
“Do you need something?” She asks confusedly.
Nodding his head, Peter pulled out the phone and held it up, showing everyone in the room.
“The man I threw away from the building was a forced suicide bomber. The first explosion was probably the work of a similar suicide bomber. While I was helping people and clearing exits, I overheard a conversation between the second bomber and a woman. She has the man's family held hostage and forced the guy to blow himself up. I didn’t make it in time to stop him, so I chucked him away as you probably saw.” Peter explains as he places the cellphone on the table.
“Jesus Christ...” One of the policemen mutters.
“How can we assist you, Spider-Man?” The lead FBI agent asks.
“I’m going to track the number myself. You know, hack some cell towers and all that, but she could be on the run and covering her tracks already.” As Peter says this, both sides of the table look at him disapprovingly which he ignores. “You guys have more resources at your disposal than I do, which is why I’m here. I already memorized the number, so you can keep the phone. The first side to find a location will announce it on this radio frequency.”
Grabbing a notepad and pen from the table, Peter scribbles a random frequency and pushes it forward.
“Any questions?” Peter asks as he looks around the room.
“Yes, you are not to hack any cell towers or networks. We can handle this. You’ve helped enough.” The female FBI agent orders.
“That wasn’t a question. Anyone else?” Peter says and waits a moment but no one answers. “Alright, I’ll update you on the radio soon and expect you all to show me the same courtesy.”
After Peter said this, he dashes out of the tent and portals home after finding a secluded area. Grabbing the ghost laptop, Peter portals back to the skyscraper from earlier and begins hacking into the nearby cell network.
Peter still didn’t fully trust the laptop as he hasn't thoroughly tested it, but the lives of a mother and her children were at stake. He couldn’t save their father, so the least Peter could do is keep the guy's family alive and whole.
After five minutes, Peter had full access to the cellular towers and networks in the area as if he were their owner and creator. Searching the phone number, Peter saw that the woman took the battery out her phone, as there wasn’t a current signal.
Searching the numbers past signals, Peter immediately found her last known location. Accessing the radio frequency on his phone, Peter kept his word and informed the FBI and Police of the location.
“Thank you for the help, Spider-Man. We’ll have nearby officers create roadblocks on all of the roads within a 5-mile radius of that location.” Someone responds after a few seconds.
“Good, I’ll check the location itself. Remember that we’re looking for a woman, but that doesn’t mean she won’t have accomplices. Search every car and have every woman you find speak to me over this radio frequency. I remember her voice perfectly.” Peter responds.
“Uhh... alright. We’ll have one squad car at each roadblock tuned into this frequency. Make sure you’re listening in.”
Powering down the laptop, Peter tosses it through a portal to his bedroom and opens another portal to the cellphone's last known location. Peter didn’t expect the woman to still be here, as her plan failed and Spider-Man was involved. Most criminals run at just the mention of him after all.
Stepping out of the portal, Peter looks around and sees a small family home in a suburban neighborhood in Long Island, New York. Not wasting any time, Peter kicks in the front door and rushes inside. Listening carefully, he doesn’t hear a single breath or heartbeat in the entire house. Not smelling any blood either, Peter gave it a quick sweep and found no one.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Peter knew this would happen, which is why he got the FBI and Police involved. He’s only one person and doesn’t have the manpower that they do.
Stepping outside of the house, Peter catches a glimpse of an old woman peeking at him through a window across the street.
‘A nosy neighbor perhaps?’ Peter thought as he walks across the street.
While making his way to the front door, Peter started hearing different roadblock checkpoints reporting in over the radio in his earpiece.
“Uhh, hello!” Knocking on the neighbor's door, Peter calls out awkwardly. “It’s me, Spider-Man. You know the friendly neighborhood superhero?”
Hoping that she knows who he is, Peter knocks one more time before she finally opens up.
“I know who you are!” The elderly woman says with venom. “You’re that spider menace that nice man Jameson keeps warning everyone about! What were you doing across the street? Robbing those poor people, are you? Well, they already left. Now, wait here while I call the police.” She says as she slams the door in Peter's face.
Opening the door himself this time, as she forgot to lock it, Peter does his best to look unthreatening.
“Look, those people across the street were kidnapped and I’m trying to find them. Can you tell me what type of car they left in?” Peter explains before the elderly woman could interrupt him.
“Get out of my house!” She yells, not listening to Peter at all.
Knowing that this is going nowhere, Peter leaves the house and is surprised to see a large group of neighborhood children forming outside.
“It really is Spider-Man!” One of them yells and they all swarm over.
Soon, the kids surround him and begin spit-firing question after question at Peter. The poor old lady’s lawn was turned into a stomping ground for these excited children.
“Quiet!” Peter yells, getting their attention. ‘Maybe they can help?’
Instantly, the children freeze and shut their traps as their idol has commanded.
“Someone is in danger. I need to know if any of you have seen anyone leaving that house?” Peter says as he points across the street.
The kids start looking around at each other before a couple of them raise their hands as if they were in school.
After calling on them one by one, Peter got the details he needed. Two black Escalades just left the house about 15 minutes ago and headed east down the road, which was only a minute or two after the second bomb went off. Though the next thing he heard surprised him.
“...They had these blue jackets with yellow writing on the back. My mom said they were FBI. Are the FBI bad guys?” One of the boys asks.
“Thank you!” Peter says as he dashes away to a secluded area.
Holding a button on his earpiece, Peter reports his findings over the designated frequency, shocking everyone who was listening in.
“Wait... I just let some Escalades past my checkpoint. They had federal identification.” Someone reported over the radio.
“Where are you?” Peter asks and instantly gets the details. “I’m on the way.”
Opening a portal in the woods nearby, Peter leaps out of the tree line, surprising the long line of cars leading up to a police blockade.
“How long ago did they pass?” Peter asks as he lands in front of the checkpoint.
“Maybe a few minutes ago.” One of the policemen answers.
Hearing this, Peter dashes down the road, quickly building his speed past 100 miles per hour.
A/N: 1773 words. Starting another soon.
