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Issue 7: Confrontation Swinging through the old neighbourhood of Forest Hills, the familiar streets and houses of Queens looked normal. Beguilingly so. I felt a strange pang of loss and had to blink away a sudden moistness in my eyes. I knew this wasn't normal now. This friendly neighbourhood would never be normal for me again. Not anymore. Spider-woman was an interloper here. I... had no home. Heh. No family. No friends. No old haunts. No school - damn. I was done with Mid Town High now as well. Abruptly my connection to my neighbourhood was severed in my mind. In my heart. But the memories evoked by the place and the emotions I felt at the realisation of complete loss threatened to overwhelm me in that moment. "Damn you, you greedy, amoral, power hungry ..." Somewhere nearby were more interlopers, a clandestine FBI task force waiting to ambush me - and the other clones. I laughed ruefully as I focused my thoughts on them. In a weird way they were almost protecting Aunt May and other people important to me...yeah right. Protecting them from a threat they'd created. I didn't think for a moment that protecting people was their real intent. The reality was the FBI were using my loved ones as bait, and because of them - and the real Peter - I couldn't go to my former home to stand guard. It was frustrating for all kinds of reasons. Most of all because this wasn't my home anymore. Damn it. Got to keep my head in the game. I knew they'd been keeping tabs on Pete's activities whilst I was a prisoner and I figured they must have a surveillance team in a nearby house... that team would be hard spot unless you knew to look for it. Which I did. The stakeout team's base couldn't be too close - half a klick seemed just right otherwise it might be spotted by Pete or the neighbours. But they would need their special team ready to move... so vans? Those ubiquitous dark government vans? I hoped they stuck to the clich?. I started to do a circular search a good half a klick from the my old house, looking for government vans. It didn't take too long before I spotted two midnight hued vans with dark tinted windows. The house they were parked at looked picture perfect with a large, well maintained treed yard. Nice and secluded. Nondescript. Except for the satellite dish situated on the back roof. Bingo. Pete wouldn't normally come this way and if he did it was pretty likely he wouldn't notice the dish out the back. It wasn't that out of place. Lots of people had dishes. They didn't have motion sensors or security cameras - that would stand out too much. Right then, this should be easy... I checked out the place carefully moving from tree to rooftop with fluid stealthy grace. The long hair was a bit annoying, covering my face every now and then. And my small chest - I tried to ignore what that was doing, focusing instead on the task at hand. But I was getting angry. This body wasn't me. These guys were using Aunt May as bait. They represented everything loathsome and evil in the world. What they'd done to create me and the other clones... and what they were willing to do to cover it up... Don't get mad Spidey. Expose them. Get justice. Focus. Two floors. Seperate garage. As I reconnoitred the house from a safe distance another van returned. I watched intently from the concealing shadows of tree foliage as Gong exited and walked into the house, two other agents in his wake. I launched myself high and swung to the vans, landing and silently hugging the far side of one in quick silent movements. I was lighter. Leaner. And my new suit was better. Some expensive materials made my footfalls more cushioned on the gravel drive. The dark scarlet of my new suit blended perfectly with the shadows, the white spider that banded about my chest and ribs was a minor bright spot but overall it was better for this ninja stuff. The vans were empty and I was sorely tempted to rip the wheels off them - but that would be too noisy. Instead I leaped over them with the poise of a ballerina and wall crawled up to the first floor where I opened a window and climbed in. "Poise of a ballerina?" I muttered to myself. "Gotta keep my metaphors more masculine," I chided myself quietly. Poise of a quarterback. Nah. My night goggles and spider sense made it easy as I stealthily moved about upstairs, avoiding creaking floor boards. "You're sure about this?" Gong's voice asked from downstairs. There was a pause. "Yeah, I get it. But... well the Stacy Experiment is incoming. Phase three has no powers and Madame Webb's mental whammy on him won't pass much scrutiny." I didn't fancy what I was hearing here. I headed downstairs and heard the sound of a football game. My suddenly spider sense tingled and I reflexively leapt up onto the ceiling as a guy in tactical body armor walked out a door and down the corridor to the john focused on his phone and oblivious to the spider lurking on the ceiling. Before he walked beneath me I webbed his mouth and his chest and pulled him up to my level, a twist of my wrist spinning him at the apex to cocoon him. His eyes glittered angrily as I grabbed his ear piece to listen in upon their conversation. Then I finished webbing his legs up and slung him over my shoulder, absently snagging his dropped phone with a lazy web line. There was plenty of rooms upstairs to stash him - man these FBI guys weren't skimping on their digs. Your hard earned tax dollar at work. He struggled some but once he was snuggly webbed in the bath I wiped then gingerly put his ear piece in. Ew. Bad guy cooties... "We have a positive on the Stacy Experiment at the Parker Residence. Sir, request permission to engage." Oh. Shoot. "Negative. Phase three is on the premises. He will lead the Parker's and the Stacy Experiment to a secure location where suppressors will be used to contain the Stacy Experiment. Orders from above are to not engage. Even if the symbiote manifests and becomes hostile." Gong said. I heard that in my headset and from the ground floor. What. The. Flock?! "Roger that. Um. Sir. It appears we have new players on the scene. Some kind of SHEILD team with advanced robotic support and the Fantastic Four are en route to the Parker residence." Dammit. Things were escalating out of control. "I have visual," Gong noted. "Damn. How did they get involved? Pull back... avoid detection. Let's hope Phase 3 doesn't make a mess of this." Gong instructed. "Dammit. I wish we had the tracker for Phase 5... she could mess everything up," he muttered. Tracker. For... I was Phase 5 right? I slunk down to the ground floor again, moving stealthily along the corridor looking into doors. The first I checked was a darkened bedroom. There were three cots, all occupied by men relaxing or snoozing in tactical gear. Thwyp thwyp. I webbed them up quickly before they could react or raise the alarm, mouths then bodies. Lots of webbing. No noise other than muffled cries which didn't carry over the noise of the TV. I moved into another similar door to find a second occupied bedroom. Three heads turned to stare. "What the-" I webbed ones face then knocked him out with a blow to the jaw. The two remaining armored men grabbed at their guns and I webbed them before they could raise the alarm. Again the place was thick with webbing. I nodded in satisfaction. Grinning perversely I moved into the main living room. There was some kind of op centre, about ten screens showing interior and exterior views of my... er Pete's house. They'd put cameras in the house!?. Man that peeved me off. Surely it was illegal... I ground my teeth. The room was dark, lit coldly by the sterile light of a panel of flickering computer monitors. Gong sat at them, watching the screens with a predatory air. He had a bandage and plastic skin around his eyes and he looked angry. A few men watched the loud game, engrossed in the replay. No hitting Gong. Not with his powers. Not a problem. I started webbing him, mouth first. He tried to swear as he fell, arms and legs swiftly webbed. He was unable to move. Then I moved rapidly through to the living room, jumping and flipping chaotically as I webbed the others. I caught them all by surprise. None of them raised the alarm. Good. I turned on Gong. He was thrashing around, trying to hit anything with his body to spark his power. I webbed him tighter then hung him horizontal by numerous web lines at head height. Nothing to hit against now. I pushed him playfully and his angry tirade was muffled perfectly by my webs as he swung slowly. I turned from him to the screen and noticed the half eaten pack of chips. I ate them as I channel surfed. The Gwen - Stacy Experiment - was in the house along with the old clone it made me sad and angry and all kinds of frustrated seeing it there. So weird seeing my house through illegal spy cameras like this... Old clone - Phase three - was trying to convince them he was Richard Parker. Oh man, that was a low act even for these guys. I really wanted to wail on the FBI agents I'd captured but restrained the urge. It would only help Gong if I hit him after all and the others were just doing their jobs. Like the Nazis. Outside Pete's house I could see SHEILD and the Fantastic Four approaching cautiously. Nick Fury and guys in some kind of heavy duty power armour. Maybe they were robots. Jeez! They were ready for bear. I then focused the digital map, checking the deployment of his agents. Two were in the street near Pete's house. They also had a drone. These were the ones updating him but they were withdrawing as I watched. The rest of his men were here. Except for the old clone. I could deal with that. I rubbed my brow and reviewed my options. Watch or interfere. Neither appealed to me. The best I could think of was to get closer to watch and intervene if needed - I needed to talk to Peter but things seemed to crazy but I might need to get involved. Certainly the Stacy Experiment was super dangerous. Possibly the brainwashed old clone might be a threat - he seemed sincere in his belief that he was Pete's dad. Man. Talk about messed up. I swiftly raided the fridge and grabbed some cold pizza and some bottles of pop and started to eat them as I headed stealthily to the Parker residence, avoiding the two returning FBI agents. As I did so I considered where I might go if I kidnapped MJ and wanted to make her safe... truly she would only be safe if she and I were equals... if she had powers like me. If I was half deranged and wanted to give MJ Powers... "Oh crap," I muttered as I dropped my half eaten pizza. "Oscorp... where I got my powers." God I hoped I was wrong. (Authors note. Please read Ultimate Spider-Man 103-105. These issues are pivotal to the origin of the Ultimate Spider-Woman. I've tried to write what follows as respectfully as possible to the source material. I fully acknowledge Brian Michael Bendis' and Mark Bagley's seminal work. Yep, standing on the shoulders of giants here. I'm hoping this perspective on the story is enjoyable to those that like the character. But read the comic. 'Nuff said.) When I arrived at the house it was clear everything had gone to hell. Pete wore power cuffs and Reed Richards was arguing with Nick Fury about arresting him and taking him into SHIELD custody. Fury was waiving around a pistol like he was freakin' John Wayne. How had things come to this?! Pete was crying and seemed to be defeated. "Just let it go. It's over," He said. What the hell? Man this was bull. I clenched my teeth. That wasn't how Peter Parker ended. Not on my watch. There were guys in power armour with huge guns, the Fantastic Four... I exhaled and grinned crookedly. Not a problem for Spider-Woman! I ran and jumped. And in that moment I found myself. Free of thought. Lost in action, grace and inhuman physical prowess. My worries and anxieties slipped away. I just was. I kicked Fury in his fat face, knocking him back into the Thing. My other heel nailed one of the exo- suit armour dudes. I gripped Pete by the shoulder. "Hey!" he cried out as I pivoted over him and kneed a second armour dude and kicked a third. The sound of smashing armour was music to my ears. Onomatopoeia never felt so good. "Excuse me Mr Parker, your four o'clock is here." I hoisted Pete and finishing my flip launched us both up and away, leaving everyone flat footed and gawking at us. "Nice night for it, Huh?" I wisecracked. I was still a hero. Still me. And this... This I could do. "Wh- wh- wh-?" Pete spluttered in shock. I web swung us away as fast as I could. "Don't rupture your spleen," I advised lightly as I landed in a darkened back yard. People yelled and blundered about in my wake. No one expected this. "Peter!" Johnny Storm called as he belatedly gave chase. Pete and I watched his trail of flame. We'd gotten away. I eyed the power cuffs. "Hmmmm." I considered them then ripped them off. Pete grimaced with worry and annoyance. I shrugged. "Follow me," I said as I headed to the New Jersey Turnpike. We jumped a truck. Pete stared fixedly at me. At my mask. He sensed our inherent link. I was sure. "Who are you?" asked Pete with an edge to his voice. "Spider-Woman?" I replied, hoping he wouldn't press. I really didn't need to have this conversation with myself. I exhaled, stressed out. What did I say? I didn't know how to answer his questions. He really didn't need the knowledge of my existence complicating his life. And I... I was this strange reflection of him. An abomination of science run amuck. And I was a girl. Yep. Fully female. Why was I here? Did I want validation? Acceptance? Did I deserve it? If I unmasked there would be no hiding this. No backsies. I would be part of his life. Part of me wanted that. Part of me feared rejection. "Who are you!?" he repeated. He deserved to know. He needed to know. Eyes locked on his I lowered my mask to reveal my face. I swallowed, dreading his response. His certain rejection. He reached out and traced features that almost mirrored his own. "You're me...?" he asked, almost reluctant to voice the words. I grimaced. "Kinda sorta..." I grumbled, my emotions confused. I couldn't return his gaze. I wasn't ready for this. I felt like a pale reflection of my original self. A distorted one. What did he see? A girl... "I'm gonna vomit," he stated sourly. "Yeah, I can see how that might be," I empathised quietly, disappointed and melancholy, an emptiness stealing through me. I'd been there myself and that was certainly a valid response. But that also hurt coming from him, even though I'd known this would not be a pleasant conversation. He could be forgiven his thoughtless response. This was all new and unexpected to him. But I'd hoped for more. I didn't make myself this way. "Please please please please tell me what's going on!" Pete pleaded. It was better than anger. At least he was trying to understand. Was giving me a chance to explain my existence. I gathered my courage and I told him. "I'm uh... I'm a clone. Of you." It was just so damn hard to say. "Like that scorpion thing? Is that what he is?" Pete asked. "You saw him? Is he okay?" I asked, oddly worried for my fellow clone. Pete called him a thing... we were things. Not people. Copies. Fakes. Artificial monstrosities. "Are there more?" Pete asked, ignoring my question. I nodded grimly. "Yeah. That's where we're going. We're going to find the others," I said. I hoped we could find them. I had an inkling where they might go. There were a few places that were firmly entrenched in all our psyches. One in particular. God I hoped I was wrong. "Where did you come from? Did my father make you?" Pete pressed. Father? Oh, the old clone... I decided not to dispel that lie just yet. But I told him about me and my awakening. A Cliffs Notes version. Best to keep it simple. About Jessica and Ben Reilly. When I was done he was stunned. We sat on the truck, two kids in a world too messed up for words. "You ok?" I asked. "No," he responded woodenly. "Yeah. Me either," I agreed. Being here beside him reinforced how wrong my body was. How unnatural my existence was. This was me. I was not me. It was mind numbing. And this had been done by our government, by the people meant to protect us and our liberty. Right then the world seemed rotten to its core. "So are you me... or- or this Jessica person?" he asked as he tried to quantify me. "I'm still you," I confided. He deserved the truth. We had the same thoughts and memories. The same loves and hates. We were the same. Just... girl parts. Jeez. "Ugh!" he bemoaned. "Yeah. The thing is, they never got too-" I started but he waived me down, face palming in frustration. "Just! Just give me a second," he pleaded as he struggled to absorb what I was. He frowned. "Why did you attack me before?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Was I really such an idiot. Evidently so. "I didn't, you kind of attacked me. I'm sorry if I didn't respond better or explain myself better. I've only been alive a month and I'm having trouble remembering what are my memories and what are yours. I'm kind of having a meltdown here, too," I explained. He didn't seem to get how hard this was for me. How utterly messed up my very existence was. "At least you're the real you! I'm - I'm not the real anything!" I stressed feeling horrible saying the truth. I was a mixed up copy. A distorted reflection. A misshaped doppelg?nger. Heh. Miss shaped.. why did I always pun-ish myself wish words? "Why aren't I in a coma now? Shouldn't my brain just give out on me now and just go into a coma!!?? My Dad, my aunt, Gwen, this..." he started to yell and he seemed to be speaking for the both of us. "Who can take this much #$%| in one day??? Where did this costume come from?" He grumbled. "Well..." I filled Pete in on my escape tersely, not mentioning my run in with the symbiote or the FBI. "... once I got something vaguely resembling my bearings, my intention was to make sure none of them went and bothered MJ." I explained. Or Aunt May... or Kitty Pryde. Kitty. My mouth went dry at the thought of her. And... Pete didn't need to know where I'd been holing up. "But when I got to the neighbourhood, my brain froze up on me, it all rushed in on me." Yeah but nah, Pete didn't need to know about the FBI. That was my problem. "My head. I was out of it. That's when you and I bumped into each other. Which didn't help." Pete stared at me. "Someone took MJ? One of my - my - my clones took MJ?" Pete asked fearfully. "I think so, yes. But man, I hope I am so, so, so wrong," I said. In my mind I was imagining what craziness one of the half baked clones could get up too. "She is missing. That is how my night started." I could see the worry in his eyes. I felt the same way... I loved her too. But she could never love me. I knew it... I wasn't Peter. I wasn't her type... not anymore. Damn my emotions. "I just don't want her involved in any of this," I stated, reigning in my worry and angst. I truly cared for MJ the same as Pete. "You don't?" Pete accused. God. I was a bit of an insensitive bastard sometimes. How could I be so mean? "I know, I was, uh, speaking for both of us. I came back to tell you all this, level with you, and there was Nick Fury, once again making every day a sun shiny day." It was kind of true. I'd been coming here to protect my loved ones. But I wanted him to know this stuff too. Peter rested his face wearily in his hands. "I'm - I'm just completely-" "And here -look- this is the last place I could think of that one of us, in our delicate mental state, might bring MJ," I said reluctantly. "Where are we?" Pete asked but he knew. "Jump," I instructed as I leaped off the moving truck and then web swung towards the abandoned building. "Oscorp? Why would someone bring her here?" he asked as he followed my lead. "Let's just hope I'm wrong," I said, fear gnawing at the pit of my stomach as we both headed into the foreboding building. But my intuition was strong on this. The place was a ruin and I idly wondered if Krystal and the other homeless squatters would use it as a place to live. Getting in was a simple wall crawl and swing. The place was huge and deserted. A lot of abandonment to search. Then we heard the crash.. And that's where things went to a whole level of crazy. Pete froze. "Uh-" "Oh," I finished his thought. We were that in tune it was weird. It would have been funny except for the whole creepiness of the situation and MJ being kidnapped and... Yeah. Everything being nuts. There was another crash, an animalistic roar and more crashing. We moved forward and both stared in shock. The six armed clone in the venom outfit lay out cold in the wreckage of a lab. The Half Face clone faced a huge, shaggy beast. A red furred bipedal thing all claws and fangs... red... fur... "Just... just..." muttered the Half Faced clone, trying to calm the raging beast. The red fur was the thing that got me. I felt my heart drop. MJ. That had to be her. That insane Half Faced clone must have done this to her. I gritted my teeth and a part of me just closed down. I couldn't think about MJ right now. I had to get this situation under control. "Please, please tell me that isn't her!" Pete pleaded. We both knew it was. "Hold on," I said with a calmness that felt utterly wrong. I shot webbing from my fingers, snagged the unconscious six armed clone and pulled him out of harms way. "Rise and shine," I said as I pulled back his mask. His face was monstrous. Half Peter's, half spider. Fangs. Bristles. Pointed ears. I was glad I wasn't him. "Just try and breathe. Give yourself a moment to-" the Half Faced clone said to the furious beast as he dodged its razor sharp claw swipes. The pure black eyes of spider Peter fluttered open and the six armed clone stared from me to Pete. "Oh my god," Six Arms gasped. His voice sounded off due to the teeth I guessed. "We'll do 'oh my Gods' later," Pete said. "What is that?" he asked pointing a shaky hand at MJ. "That idiot, he did do it," Six Arms accused in horror, further confirming my fears. But part of me still hoped. "Do what?" I asked with growing dread. I so wanted to be wrong. That couldn't be MJ. Please no. "He- he injected MJ with Oz," Six Arms said. I stared. My worst fears realised. That stuff drove people mad. Harry. Norman. Now MJ. The maddened beast that had been MJ snarled, towering over the cowering Half Face clone. Not MJ. Please no... it just... no. "MJ..." Pete called. The beast paused, its monstrous face confused as it turned to focus on Peter. "It's me. It's me... please. Please stop," Pete said calmly. The thing stared at Pete, comprehension dawning. "Hurr?" it growled inarticulately and then it started to change. Back. I watched with horror and hope, half sick with dread. It was shrinking in on itself. Hair receding to be replaced with the familiar smooth slim limbs of Mary Jane. She was coming back to us. Oh... Thank god! And she was naked. Oh god... I tried not to stare. Nothing I'd not seen before, I ruefully told myself, but it was MJ not me. I had to help her though. "See, see? Now she can protect herself," Half Face declared happily, almost triumphantly. Pete laid him out with one punch. Six Arms produced a torn sheet from somewhere and I draped it over MJ's naked form. I fussed over her worriedly, concerned for her mental well-being more than anything. She was out cold though. Six Arms stayed back and I sensed that because we were both girls he figured I was the best one to look after her in her unclothed state. I felt numb with worry. Sickened by my fellow clones idiocy. Guilty by association. I should have thought to come here sooner. "How?? How did you do that?? There's no Oz here. This place is- is- it's empty!! There's nothing here! Where did you get to Oz from?" Pete growled angrily at the fearful Half Face clone. He voiced my thoughts. So weird... "From me," a familiar voice announced over the ruined lab. We turned to stare at Otto Octavius, Doc Ock... the metal armed freak! Well he didn't have them now, but still... arrayed behind him stood Nick Fury, his SHEILD troops and the fantastic four. "His father." Father? I stared at him. Who did this ass hat think he was? The man's hubris was sickening. I stood slowly, sensing instinctively that I had a better grip on this situation than Pete despite my disgust and anger. I'd spent the last month getting my head around this insanity. Hating my creators and holding back my emotions. I'd not suspected Doc Ock being involved with all this, but it made a sick type of sense. In that moment I really hated this guy - and clearly he pathologically hated me. He was vindictive, cruel and insane. Had he made me female as some kind of sick revenge for previous defeats at my hand? I shuddered. That would explain all the monstrous versions of me... Our existence wasn't just to satisfy his amoral scientific curiosity. He'd made all of us wrong... we weren't just cast in the distorted image of our original. This sick, crazy monster had sadistically warped us all. I felt the urge to kill him... and so did Pete. That... Pete was going mad with rage. Not thinking. Wanting to kill. Ock was goading us. Goading Peter. I grabbed Pete, held him as he struggled to launch himself at Doc Ock and consequences be damned. We couldn't kill this monster. Couldn't cross that line. We were better than that. We weren't monsters like him. No matter how we looked. Please let me not be a monster... But Father? That made me sick to the bone. I'd had a surrogate father in uncle Ben. This vile excuse for humanity was not a father. He was... Argh! I should kill him. I felt Pete relax a little. Still ropable but under control for now. He got why I restrained him. He knew I had his back. That I was thinking clearly. But god I wanted to kill Octavius too. Maybe I should... but not with Pete here. He didn't need to see a clone of him as a killer. No. More importantly I couldn't. I was still Peter Parker. I was the same person uncle Ben had raised to respect human lifeI was no killer, no matter how much a person needed to be wiped off the face of the earth. If I did that, that would make Peter Parker a killer... I was Pete... But Otto as my father? Not ever. He could go to hell. "Mister Parker... good to see you again," Octavius said, condescending as hell. "Is that one of them, too, Octavius?" Nick Fury asked, looking at me and the other clones like we were the monsters. I felt my lip twitch with an angry snarl. "Yes, General, both of them. And the one with the extra arms," Otto said, full of himself, like he had everything under control. Like I said. Hubris... I gritted my teeth. "Okay, Okay... all Parker people. I need you to gently and quietly get up and stand against the back wall," Fury ordered. It had a final solution sound too it. I eyed his armed men. Line up against the wall and we'll deal with you abominations... you non people. The hell with that! "Yikes! Dude, what's going on?" Johnny Storm asked with concern. He was floating, aflame. I eyed Ben and Reed. Where was Sue? Whatever. "I'm not messing around. I'm not having a spider-person tussle," Fury growled, expecting obedience. "This is contained as of right now. Peter, you too," he said, eying us all intensely. Peter Parker versus the world. Reed stretched forwards into the conversation. "Octavius, you made these clones?" I blinked at the question. What the hell? Who asks that? "Easy Richards," Fury warned sensing things could escalate easily. "You cloned a female version of Peter Parker? You made this one with the extra arms?" Reeds asked animatedly. I got a sick sense from his question. Like he was interested in the science and damn the morality. This was me they were talking about. These sick mother- "On one we denied a test clone it's Y-chromosome sequence in phase two," Otto said, almost gloating with Reed's interest. I felt a weight descend on my shoulders. I was not some science experiment. Not some thing... but I was. "And that worked?" Richards asked. How could Reed just ask that? Not say 'you're insane'... but dispassionate, godless scientific interest. It made me sick. It was symptomatic of the mentality that made us. "She's standing right over there," Otto said. Cold, raw hate coursed through my veins. "Everyone take it easy." Fury tried to control things. I stepped forwards, fists balled. "You made me?" I snarled with pure vitriol. Otto turned to look at me. "Yes Jessica, I did. I was there at your birth. And you're welcome." Smug. Like he was some kind of doting parent. Like I owed him... he was there when I was born. I felt violated. "I'm going to kill you," I vowed quietly. Fury stepped between us, gun trained on me. My eyes widened. Didn't he know the good guys - er gals from the bad? "Don't. There's been enough of that tonight," he said. "Yes, let's please keep it civil. It's been a very long day. I missed a dinner over this," Otto quipped. I stared into the man's shades. He was enjoying this. Arrogant, insane... goading and gloating. Johnny Storm alighted and flamed off. "Dude is that - is that MJ?" he asked. I was hardly listening I was so angry. "They ruined her," Pete said plaintively. I turned and stared guiltily to regard her. I loved her too. Anger. Sorrow. Frustration. It hurt to just see her and know we would never be boyfriend and girlfriend again. Dammit. I'd broken up with her to stop this sort of crap from happening and yet it happened anyway... thanks to a clone like me... "What's happened too her?" Johnny asked. My heart went out too Pete. "She's - she's been infected with Oz. A chemical. And he ruined her," Pete said coldly. The Half Faced clone interjected, "No. No, she's okay now." "Stop!" Pete told the failed clone, tears in his eyes. "Okay, I'm creeped out. Reed, I know that girl. Can you fix her? You can fix her," Johnny Storm asked his brother in law. "No," said Fury firmly. "No, what?" Johnny asked in a confrontational tone. I admired him for that. For standing up for his friends. "Kid, we have a situation here that needs to be contained and you 'Fantastic Four' need to-" Fury began. "Dude, Reed's taking her to the Baxter Building and the big brain is going to get to work on fixing her. She's just a kid. A civilian. Are you seriously going to stand in our way?" Johnny snarked. "If you aren't helping this situation by obeying my orders, I want you and your team to leave," Fury gave his ultimatum. I bristled at his words. Johnny was right. She needed help not some militant spook to lock her up. Pete picked up MJ. "Please help her. P-please," he begged plaintively of Reed. "I'll do everything I can," Reed promised as Ben took MJ. He placed a comforting hand on Pete's shoulder. The Half Faced clone started to get agitated and I gripped his shirt to try and hold him. "Richards..." Fury growled, angry his orders were being countermanded. The Half Faced clone struggled in my hands. "No! She's going to be okay!! She's-" "Stop!" I told him as he grew more agitated. He wasn't all there. Wasn't quite right in the head. That's how they'd made him. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't any of our faults. "MJ!" he cried out, pulling free, his suit tearing in my hands so I held just shredded ruins of it. "MJ!!" he yelled again as he leaped. Fury's men shot, plasma blasts hitting him square in the chest. I could smell burnt flesh. Just like that. A life snuffed our of existence. I stared in shock and felt horrified. Vulnerable. Isolated. They'd kill me with as little compunction. And this was SHEILD. The good guys... I felt angry. How dare they! "Whoa, cease-" Fury yelled but it was too late. "You don't!" I snapped as I punched one of Fury's power suited goons. "Stop!! Stop!! Cease fire and stop this &$%| right now!" Fury ordered firing his plasma pistol at the roof. Panting I reeled in my anger and lifted my hands. "Okay! Okay!" I called in surrender. They could kill me. Would kill me. I looked at the Half Faced clones smouldering body. He was dead. They'd killed him. Disposable clones. Not people. Not worth a seconds thought or regret. That was me too. I looked up at them through my long tangled hair and saw them for what they were. Thugs with guns. No better than the goons I dealt with on a daily basis. Just with badges and better gear... "Everyone calm down," Fury yelled. The air was toxic, palpable with hate, anger, condescension and bitterness. Peter looked ready to commit murder as he faced off against Otto. Fury waved his gun. "Fantastic Four, out!" he growled. "Don't give that look, Richards. I know how you and your family got your powers. What exactly is the difference other than the fact that I did this on purpose?" Otto Octavius mouthed off, jostling for moral superiority. I listened, seething in rage. My clone brother was dead and this insanity went on regardless. This couldn't be how the world worked. Ben loomed menacingly. "Why don't you take that crappy haircut of yours and shove it up my-" "Ben! We need to go now," Reed interrupted. It was disappointing to lose his support. "You want me to light this guy on fire?" Johnny Storm growled. I nodded. Burn it all. Raze this house of cards to the ground. "Johnny!" Reed reprimanded, concerned by the tension. "Out!" Fury snapped through gritted teeth, his patience tested. Ock huffed with an air of self importance. "Fury, I appreciate your good work in what is a very tense situation today. And these sentry drones are certainly impressive. My hat is off to you. But this is our problem and we'll have transport ready to take all these young subjects back to safekeeping." Fury didn't back down for a second. "Doctor. You ain't taking %|$#. You got me. You got lots to answer for." He moved into Ock's personal space, facing him down. A small smile edged Ock's mouth as he regarded Fury through his dark glasses. "But I don't answer to you, Fury." I felt a growing unease. Fury's one good eye narrowed dangerously. "The minute this little house of horrors you supposedly created dropped onto civilian property - you better believe you do. You're under arrest, Octavious!" My fists balled as I stood behind Fury and Pete. I didn't like being being called a little shop of horrors but I knew whose side of this argument I was on. "We'll see. You might want to call my supervisor before you do that." Otto is referring to Henry Gyrich of the FBI I'm pretty sure. "If you knew who that was? Do you wonder why you didn't know this project was happening? Even though you're the big super hero big shot of the world," Otto sneered.