pdf-ebookys Chapter 1 Let's go through it one more time
Chapter 1 Let's go through it one more time
Let's go through Chapter 1 again.
"Okay, let's do it again."
In the afternoon sunlight of New York, the shattered skyscrapers cast long shadows on the ruins. The Stark Industries-sponsored Disaster Control Agency was busily clearing the aftermath of the alien invasion. Heavy trucks roared, hauling Chitauri remains from the rubble. Stan Lee, sweeping the street, suddenly felt a shadow fall over him. He looked up, adjusted his hat, and muttered, "What the hell—"
It was a red and blue figure, gracefully gliding through the skies above New York.
"My name is Peter Parker. A few months ago at the Osborn Science Show, a radioactive spider bit me, and it changed my life. And now, I am the only Spider-Man in the world—I mean, in 2012, where are there any other Spider-Men?"
His battle suit was predominantly red, with blue accents on his waist and lower body, and black nylon ropes woven into a relief-like spiderweb pattern. The black spider mark on his chest was ferocious and realistic, contrasting sharply with the round, cute, chubby spider on his back. The slender black goggles on his mask made him look both sharp and menacing.
"And now I'm Spider-Man, New York's friendly neighbor!"
Just then, an angry voice came from the electronic screen on the street corner, echoing among the ruins.
"Spider-Man is undoubtedly the biggest threat the Avengers should be concerned about! This masked criminal has appeared multiple times at unrecovered alien battlefields. He is absolutely connected to the recent alien weapons smuggling case at a New York crime scene!"
"Enough, Jonah, you big mouth! Your conspiracy theories need a rest!" Spider-Man flicked his wrist, and a strand of web precisely stuck to the host's mouth on the electronic screen. However, the TV station boss, who looked remarkably like All-Star, continued his incessant chatter.
"Without a doubt, this masked scoundrel is the mastermind behind digging these weapons out of the ruins and selling them on the black market!"
"Why can't you praise me like you praise Captain America? Even just a little bit?" Spider-Man shrugged helplessly. "Okay, I admit I'm not as good as Captain America, but you can at least praise me a little less exaggeratedly. And the Daily Horn Media? Seriously? It doesn't feel as good as the Daily Horn Daily. Where were we?"
"Oh, right, you all know the rest of the story—with great power comes great responsibility. And then, be a friendly neighbor to everyone. Everyone knows that, right?"
"Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. But Uncle Ben isn't dead. If he were, it would be too embarrassing for me, a transmigrator reborn into the Marvel world. Anyway, some fateful things happened, some hesitation, some honesty..."
"And there's also the best Spider-Man!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Spider-Man executed a graceful somersault, landing gracefully in front of a hot dog stand amidst the ruins. This was the breakfast spot for the Bureau of Disaster Control employees. He pulled a few crumpled bills from his pocket (yes, this suit has pockets), bought a hot dog, took a bite, and continued:
"Then, it's another happy day for New York's friendly neighbors. They crack down on criminals, see if anyone's stealing alien technology, and listen to Jonah James's 'infuriating reports,' blah blah blah."
"Sorry..." the hot dog stand owner said, looking confused. "Are you talking to me?"
"Uh..." Spider-Man was momentarily speechless. "Actually, I don't know either. Maybe someone will listen, right?"
To avoid embarrassment, he flicked his wrist, and the spider silk shot out. After greeting everyone, he used the pull of the silk to gracefully swing into the air.
"In short, I am the happiest Spider-Man, without a doubt."
"After all, which Spider-Man could comfortably finish a whole hot dog?"
However, the peaceful New York City did not give Spider-Man the chance to enjoy his hot dog in peace.
He landed on the glass facade of a building, removed half of his mask, and, munching on a hot dog, stared at the rubble. A van wobbled into the basement of a badly damaged building. Spider-Man's superhuman vision clearly saw that the van didn't bear the Bureau of Disaster Control's logo.
And on that building, half of a Chitauri biological mothership lies.
"Well, it seems even the happiest Spider-Man can't enjoy a whole hot dog in peace." (chewing)
Peter hastily stuffed the remaining hot dog into his mouth and put on his mask. Attached to the outer edge of the skyscraper by spiderwebs, he swung, released his grip, and with his arms close to his sides, gracefully slipped through the broken window, landing steadily among the smugglers.
The people inside the building were still busy with their own tasks, not even realizing what was happening: protecting the staff, keeping watch at the gate, digging up the Chitauri corpses from the ruins, and collecting their alien weapons, piling them on a small cart.
"Seriously? I mean, that's alien technology that humans haven't even figured out yet, it's so cool! You guys really want to put it all on a cart and pile it up?"
Spider-Man, grumbling as he did so, used his webs to snag the guard's assault rifle. Before the others could react, several were already bound in the webs, while the two gatekeepers were stuck to the wall by the silk. He clapped his hands lightly.
"I assure you you do not have a clearance order from the Disaster Control Bureau, gentlemen. So your weapons have been confiscated—wait, why is my spider-sense stinging?"
With a graceful backflip, Spider-Man dodged a blue beam of light. Immediately afterward, a smear of webs landed on the face of the cleaner wielding a Chitauri weapon.
"Hey, don't mess around with alien technology! This thing is dangerous!"
"Once I blast you, you insect, into dust, you won't have so much to say!"
"Spiders are not insects, they are arthropods—"
Dodging a laser that grazed his head, Spider-Man glanced around and saw that the "cleaners" had all picked up Chitauri weapons.
"Okay, I was going to say something else. Seriously, these days, do cleaners have better tools than security guards?"
The cleaners immediately made the right decision.
"Fire! Fire rapidly!"
A barrage of blue beams shot towards him, but Spider-Man skillfully used his webs and speed to weave and dodge them. Meanwhile, his mouth didn't stop either.
Where were we?
The spiderwebs sprayed continuously from mid-air with enough force to knock down the armed thugs and smear them on the ground. Cleaners immediately slid in and took cover behind rubble or fallen ceiling panels.
"Oh, by the way, spiders aren't insects, they're arthropods. My goodness, how can science education be so terrible these days? Shouldn't you kids your age be receiving a 'no one left behind' education? Is this why you're smuggling alien weapons? Bad grades? Why not at least learn car repair or something? I know several mechanics, and they're all pretty skilled..."
The janitors, hiding behind their bunker, listened in despair to the freak in the bodysuit spouting nonsense. One of them, unable to bear it any longer, poked his head out and yelled, "Shut up!" before opening fire indiscriminately.
As a result, his chest was stuck to the spider silk, and he was pulled away and then punched into the wall.
"Ha, like a hero, beating up a bunch of thugs! Oh, sorry, you're the only one showing up."
The others obediently took cover behind their bunkers. One of the cleaners looked despairingly at his comrade clutching the alien gun: "When will he ever stop talking like that?"
"I don't know, I really regret not wearing headphones..."
"Perhaps you should regret your crimes, gentlemen."
A sudden, familiar voice rang out, and a slender figure in red and blue hung upside down from the ceiling. Spider silk snatched away their weapons, and before they could even stand up, it pinned them to the stone.
"Alright, there shouldn't be anyone left... Oh, so is that your car planning to drive off?"
Then they watched as the spider freak shot out a thick, white spider silk from his wrist, which caught something. He then grabbed the silk with both hands and yanked hard.
They seemed to hear the desperate scream of the bread truck engine, and then something flew up.
The silver-white minivan took to the air. Spider-Man did a backflip to align himself, landing first and then catching the entire vehicle from its chassis, gently placing it on the ground.
"Knock knock knock".
Spider-Man walked over to the dumbfounded driver and knocked on the driver's side window: "Dangerous driving, sir. Could you please show me your driver's license?"
He used a spider silk to hook a cell phone that someone had dropped on the ground, dialed 911, and opened the car door to pull the driver out.
"Hello, is this the NYPD? I'm reporting an illegal smuggling incident. Should I talk to Customs? Do Customs handle alien weapons smuggling? Um, the location is... there are a lot of people there, bring more police cars."
A dozen minutes later, several police cars arrived in front of the dilapidated building. The police officers who got out of the cars raised their caps and looked up at dozens of people whose arms and bodies were bound by spider webs and who were hanging outside the building.
The van and its load of alien weapons were completely covered in spider silk.
"Sir, this is the message left by the person who called the police."
The muscular and capable sheriff took the paper and read: "The spider silk will degrade automatically within two hours. Please prepare to receive it. —Your friendly neighbor, Spider-Man."
"Sir, they..."
"Send someone to keep an eye on it. It will probably fall within two hours. It's more than two meters high, so it won't kill anyone."
As the sheriff spoke, he requested backup over the radio: "This is George Stacy. We need more vehicles to transport the suspect. Over."
Sheriff Stacy narrowed her eyes and looked at the note again.
"This handwriting... it seems a little familiar."
P.S.: The Amazing Spider-Man was released in 2012, the same year as The Avengers, but two months later. He's also a high school student (a sophomore), one year older than the main character, Spider-Man.
The protagonist's first suit is the same as the suit in "The Amazing Spider-Man 1", but with the addition of a belt, and the web shooters are the classic bracelet style.
So it can be viewed as a super bug in the MCU, roughly.
(End of this chapter)