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Issue 8: Resolution
"How did you do this, Octavious!? How are you not dead or in jail?"
Pete interjects loudly.
"Back up Parker," Fury warns.
"Tell me!" Pete demands.
"Back down," Fury growls.
Octavius smiles as he twists the blade. "Tell you what, little boy?
Tell you I was going to prison after you beat me up on television...
but instead I made a deal with the federal government to work for
them... to make a super soldier." The asshat was starting to monologue.
I just stared in growing horror. "It seems that there are a great many
people in the United States government who truly hate Nick Fury and his
band of self loathing super heroes. And they don't want Nicholas Fury
to be the only person in the country with his finger on what they call
the 'Captain America' button. So thanks to the good people at the
Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Project Research and
Development ... I get to continue my work. Which before I became
'Doctor Octopus' and before there was a Spider-Man or a Norman
Osborn... before all the nonsense came down on my life... that's who I
was. My work." He grinned. The nerve of this guy. The amoral inhumane
gumption.
"You're under arrest," Fury said pointedly.
"Actually I'm not. I have credentials. And I have rights. Oh, and I'm
outside your jurisdiction," Octavious countered.
Pete was taken aback and started to ask, "How did you-"
"-make me?" I interrupted. No. I finished for him. Finished his
thought. This was something we both wanted to know. This was a question
I needed to ask. Even though I knew I'd hate the answer.
Otto seemed to primp and preen at the attention as he off handedly
explained to Peter - not me. It's like I was beneath him or something.
"Oh that, we had a Peter Parker blood sample, Peter Parker. Confiscated
from your friend, Doctor Curt Conners assistant actually. Ben Reilly,
good man. And with it we went to work. And we're in phase three of a
super-soldier clone project. And you, sweety, are proof that it's
working." He turns to me. Sweety? What the-?
Peter tenses beside me. He's not going to let Octavious talk to me like
that. Fury blocks Pete though. "Don't," he warns, gun arm interposed
between Pete and Doc Ock.
Now Octavius shows his true face. Vindictive, spiteful, bitter,
consumed by hate. I shudder. This is what we are. We are his revenge on
Peter. I'm emasculated. Dead half face is a tortured mad husk. Six Arms
is a monstrous inhuman freak. MJ is a mutated beast. The old clone is a
cuckoo father figure pushed into Peter's nest. The tortured scorpion
... the Stacy Experiment - Poor Gwen. Aunt May in hospital. SHEILD at
Pete's house. His identity blown. Octavious' hand is in all of this.
"Are you going to cry? I didn't do anything to you boy. This isn't
about you. This is about my work. It just so happens that my work
completely perverts and destroys every single part of you and your
life." He gloats. He's been rehearsing this. I just know it. He is the
monster. He is the perversion. Petty, small minded, egocentric...
"Every. Single. Part." I am Octavious' revenge.
Otto keeps going. "Young man, what I know now is that all of our sordid
history together... You and I.... All of our ugly fights as Spiderman
and Dr Octopus with my metal arms... What happened, happened for a
reason! Because of my 'relationship' with you I was then able to take
the blood sample and understand its unique qualities. And from there I
was able to clone a female version of you... I was able to mutate and
biograft to you. I was able to tamper with one of the clones ageing
process and even convince it, through psychic memory implants, that it
was your father..." he said.
"What?" Peter asked in horror. He's tells Pete about the old clone
masquerading as his father. Pete is utterly devastated. I wish I'd told
him about the clone and softened the blow. Doc Ock just keeps twisting
the blade though. "This is the most important scientific breakthrough
since Bruce Banner discovered gamma radiation. This is it. And I did
it. Not your daddy, not Reed Richards, not Norman Osborne, not Tony
Stark. It was me. And next year, when one thousand Thors descend on the
Middle East and put that situation to rest once for once and for all...
I will be given the Nobel Prize and a medal of honour. And, Peter, I
promise... I will thank you."
"My Father. That man- that's not really my father?" Pete asks in a
heart rending voice.
"Your father died in a plane crash, Peter. Wow, you really deluded
yourself if you thought that man was your father." Otto states
maliciously. "I thought you were supposed to be smart."
I watch Pete cry and see loss and grief and pain crystallise into
determined purpose. Watching his resolve and strength return I feel the
same emotions come over me. Peter Parker is a fighter. A hero. Peter
Parker was always the underdog. Pushed down. Belittled. Underestimated.
There are three Peter Parker's here. We do what we always do. We pick
ourselves up and keep on fighting for what we believe.
"You can look at me like that all you want. I'm not the bad guy here.
All the guns in this room....Are pointed at you." Octavious says.
"Fury... I'll make a deal with you... Send your men for some coffee.
Give me/us 10 minutes. After that - I'll go with you. I'll surrender.
We all well," Pete offers evenly.
"Cute. Fury is not in charge of the situation. Fury, just do something
useful and round up the Parkers for us. The Fed team is on its way here
for cleanup. Use whatever force necessary. I can always make more."
Otto orders.
"Alright, boys... You heard the man," Fury says and for a moment I
think he means to listen to this mad man. "Everyone out. Set a
perimeter around the building. Tinkerer, slide the slayers out." I grin
coldly.
"What??? What are you doing?" Otto asked. The conceited fool doesn't
seem to understand. I almost laughed at him. Except this was no
laughing matter.
"You're right, Otto. I'm not in charge of the situation. You are. Go be
in charge," Fury says over his shoulder as he leaves with all his men
and killbots. The spider slayers.
"Are you insane??? You get back here and do your job!!" Otto yells
belligerently at their retreating backs. You reap what you sow you
bastard. Let the reaping begin...
"We'll be outside," Fury offered as he closes the heavy industrial door
on us.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, I'm not going to engage myself in any of this.
This is not the life I want for the new me. I have worked too hard and
too - aargh!" the six armed clone leaps at Otto, pushing Pete and I
aside in his haste to get at Doc Ock. He's even more angry than me and
Pete. He's a freakish monster and he wants Otto dead it seems.
"Hi 'Daddy!'" Six Arms growls as he grips Otto about the neck and
forces him to the wall.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!!" Otto orders. It's as though he doesn't
expect anyone to attack him.
"Who wants first dibs?" Six Arms asks. We all do.
"Oh! Oh, now what? You're going to what?? Hit me? Will that make you
feel better?"Otto gasps in rage.
"YES!!" Pete cries as he launches himself at Otto as well. Suddenly a
heavy chunk of metal machinery flies across the room and hits Pete mid
leap and crushes him back loudly. That... that's new. Telekinesis?
What's going on?!
"Damn it!!! I wasn't going to bring it to this level, Parker!!" the
madman snaps. "I've tried so hard to keep this part of my life a
secret!!"
"Oh, man!" Six Arms says with dawning understanding as we all
reevaluate the threat this monster poses. Rusty broken metal, cables,
bolts, steel grates and panels and machines parts start to float about
him, menacing.
"Are you kidding- Whoah!!" I dodge a flying monitor that hits Six Arms
and smashes into his back.
"My arms! My metal arms!!! The ones that made you think it was so funny
to call me Dr Octopus!!" Otto clenches a fist and a Six inch diameter
metal pipe javelins across the room and skewers Six Arms through the
chest, pinning his body to the wall like a bug. Six Arms sags. Dead...!
Oh god! No! "It wasn't the arms, Peter!!! It was the metal! I could
control the metal!!!" The metal that floated about him twisted and bent
to his will as though alive, forming into four nightmarish tentacles
that flailed about from his back. The things ended in razor sharp
pincer claws. And the famed things started to flail at as. Pete and I
dodged and weaved lithely, leaping and flipping nimbly with the full
acrobatic grace that went with our powers. "I'm not going to mess
around with you too!! Do you understand me? Jessica surrender right now
or I'll kill you just clone another!!" he vowed.
His threat only strengthened my resolve. I twisted and contorted in the
air, chainsaw like metal limbs blurring in deadly steel loops that
whipped frighteningly about me, my graceful arcs and movements informed
by my spider senses which carried me through the maelstrom with scant
inches to spare. "Oh the sweet talk, is it?? How about I rip of your
head and use it as a-"
"Otto I swear to god-" Peter started then a flailing limb lashed forth
and hit him squarely, sending him flying limply into weak timber
palettes that shattered and splintered under him.
"PETER!" I cried out in fear.
"Next!!" Doc Ock crooned as he turned the full fury of his arms on me.
"Argh!" I yelped as they smacked me but hard, knocking my head back and
cutting and bruising my chin. "Hhgaaggh!" That hurt!
"The two of you together are nothing but a big-" he taunted.
"Shush, no on cares!" I quieted him as I webbed his arms and started to
swing him about like a huge lard assed shot put. "Now come here so I
can-" Oh crap. What!?
"Tsk-" he sneered. "Using Peter Parker's same old tricks. Even though
the arms aren't attached anymore." Oh crap. His arms flew away but he
stayed where he was! But they were snaking together about me and it was
all I could do to just avoid their cold deadly embrace. "And I just
told you that. Maybe I don't need to make arms. But I like them. I got
good at them. Call me crazy... I guess I liked being called Doctor
Octopus." A surging mass off metal flowed into me and pummelled my
chest.
"Ow!!" I cried. I lay there, dazed and battered, the wind knocked out
of me as Peter jumped back into the fray.
"Young man, at this point it's just immature of you not to admit
defeat!!! It's done!!" Doc Ock said as he rose up ten foot above the
floor on his metal legs. Metal spun about the two combatants in a
grinding hurricane.
"Whatever," Peter grunted.
"Embrace it. This is what defines you as a man. How you handle just
this kind of--" Pete punched an arm and the metal shattered. Doc Ock
looked surprised. "No Whitt's repartee this time?" Four Arms smashed
about the dancing and evading boy. The last Pete caught, then used the
metal tentacles backswing to help launch himself at Doc Ock. "That's
how I know you're scared, little boy."
"No, that's how you know..." I rejoined the fight, blindsiding Octavius
with a brutal head kick. "He's serious!" I pointed out. The blow landed
with a satisfying cry and grunt from Octavius. His eyes flashed. I'd
knocked off his glasses. "Embrace it, chuckles!! It's what defines you
as a- Whoops!" I narrowing dodged a metal pylon and lost my train of
thought.
"You dumb #$#%$$!! Why?? Why are you always involving yourself in my
life's work??! WHY??!!" He screamed as metal screeched in counterpoint,
literally spinning all around us now as his rage and stupidity peaked.
The warehouse was literally a grinding, humming, roaring tornado of
circling metal and debris. Pete and I were both at our limits avoiding
it, dodging, leaping, flipping. Then we started to get hit. Cut.
Sliced. "Just die!!" Raked. We pushed harder. Faster. A blur with the
whirlwind of metal. Ock grunted. He couldn't see us. We moved too fast.
The two of us made eye contact and nodded. Two bodies but of one mind.
Time to end it... "Hey, this ain't metal is it?" Pete asked as he
launched at Octavius.
"Yeah, or this!" I asked as I rebounded beside Pete and led with a fist
to Octavius' jaw. We both connected and ended it, Octavius out cold and
metal dropping to the ground now that the will behind it was knocked
out.
We stood over his probe form panting. "Guh!" Pete gasped.
"Buh!" I agreed as I struggled for breath.
"That- that felt good." Pete observed. That's what I'd been about to
say.
"It's lame it took two of us," I noted wryly, trying to find comfort in
banter. After what we'd been through it was hard. But worthwhile.
"Well, he had Six Arms," Pete continued. This really was like having a
conversation with myself. Yourself. Himself. Whatever. And my jokes
were admittedly pretty lame.
"True," I agreed.
He looked at poor Six Arms pinned to the wall, limp, unmoving. "Is he
dead?"
"Tsk. Yeah," I said as I looked down at smouldering and lifeless half
face. I felt a pang if sadness. Of frustration at a world that could do
this.
"Oh man... this is so weird," Pete said, still staring at his dead
clone.
"Oh my God... they both are," I said quietly. Dead. That could have
been me. Or Pete.
"This is weird," Pete said. Like it was news to me... "Well, let's go."
"Go where?" I asked.
"I made a promise," he said, as though he was speaking for me.
"You're going to surrender??" I asked dumbfounded.
"I made a promise," Pete reiterated.
"Oh, forget Fury. He- he made Spider-Slayers!! You know, as in to slay
you," I argued.
"I have to face this," Pete said stubbornly.
"There's nothing to face," I responded. Not for me. He was a human. A
person. He existed. Me though. I could disappear and no one would ever
know. SHEILD was going to treat us differently, I knew it.
Pete seemed like he was ready to throw himself under the bus. "If I run
they'll chase me. MJ and my aunts health and safety are more important
than-"
"I'm not standing here arguing with myself," I declared and swung out
of there, just like that.
"Where are you going?" he called. I didn't answer because I didn't
know.
Despite all the SHEILD agents securing the buildings perimeter I easily
evaded them on my way out the back, my spider sense alerting me to the
gap in their deployment. Once free of the building I circled around to
the front and watched from a nearby rooftop vantage point as Pete
emerged and faced off against Fury and the lead FBI agent, Henry
Gyrich, Gong's superior. I could hear snippets of the conversation as
Pete confronted Gyrich. I frowned as I worked on my mask and inbuilt
directional microphones gave me a clear reception of the conversation.
A heads up display told me it was recording the audio and visual.
Excellent.
And that's when Johnny Storm fired down into their midst and Pete was
air lifted away, much to everyone's opposition . Headed to see MJ. So
of course he hadn't given himself up. Nicely done Pete.
I briefly watched Gyrich and Fury as they jockeyed for jurisdictional
dominance. It was pretty clear that SHIELD was in control and Gyrich
was trying to cover his ass and get out of this mess. Fury grinned and
there wasn't a hint of pleasure in it. "Like I was saying Henry. We're
in control here. Send your toy soldiers home. It must be way past their
bed time. And so we are clear, your little black book operation is
finished. We'll take Otto and the meta corpses into our custody," He
held up a hand to stall Gyrich's complaint. "You should worry about
preparing your defence for your indictment. Last I checked human
cloning violates the Melbourne protocols. The United States are a key
signatory of those. In my experience those above you will cut bait and
run. I hope you kept some good evidence to protect yourself or you'll
be the one taking the fall for this cluster-"
"You don't intimidate me Fury. I have powerful and influential backers.
They won't back down as easily as you think," Gyrich countered.
"You care to name names? I'd like to know who else will be up on the
stand with you..." Fury asked speculatively and Gyrich responded by
narrowing his eyes. "Yeah. I thought not. But... really? Otto Octavius.
Something like this was bound to happen..." Fury said.
"He is a genius," Gyrich defended.
"Yeah," Fury laughed wryly and shook his head. "That's one way to
describe his crazy ass. Now if you'll excuse me. I have your mess to
clean up." Fury turned his back on Gyrich.
"That's FBI property," Gyrich scowled and fumed in impotent rage then
turned and angrily retreated, his FBI entourage moving to follow. Gong
and his men piled into a pair of vans and Gyrich climbed into his SUV
and they all headed out in a convey about the SUV. I swung ahead and
using my fancy surveillance gizmos I monitored his car, still
recording.
Sure enough he wasn't a kilometre away before he made a phone call an
his hands free phone.
"Good evening. You've reaches Senator Stern's office," a polite male
voice answered.
"Put me through to Senator Stern please. It's Special Agent Gyrich."
"Please hold," the voice responded and the Girl From Ipanema hold music
came on.
"Yes. I'll hold... $&@##?!" he grumbled.
Swinging above and monitoring his car like this was too easy.
Stern's voice came over the hands free phone. "Gyrich. This line better
be secure. We have processes in place-"
"Hello Senator. Yes this is a secure line. I'm not a fool. I have news
that can't wait. Fury has Octavius and the Stacy experiment in custody.
Two of the five clones are dead. Two are unaccounted for-" Gyrich
reported.
"You lost two of them!?" Stern fumed.
Gyrich sounded defensive now. "Yes. They're still at large. Scorpion is
reported to be at the Baxter Building-"
"That's just great. Still that was the least promising one..." Stern
interrupted.
"Yes sir. He's not much of a loss. Major cognitive issues. I doubt
he'll ever be able to cause us any problems and he was a failure from
the start," Gyrich agreed.
"The suit alone. That's still a multi million dollar investment in
research and development right there, let alone the cloning costs..."
Stern admonished.
"Yes sir. But-" Gyrich struggled to regain his position.
"I'm holding you responsible for this..." Stern pressed.
"Yes sir. I- sorry sir," Gyrich scrambled.
"So which other one remains. Give me some good news Gyrich," Stern
ordered.
"Yes. It's Phase 5 - Jessica Drew. We've sanitised site one but she
proved to be resourceful. She snuck in and stole her files and the ID
documents we prepared for her," Gyrich reported.
"Really. Hmmm she is resourceful," Stern said thoughtfully.
"Yes sir. Agreed. We'll catch her. Wipe her mind as we intended,"
Gyrich promised.
"Yes. And when you reprogram her I want her. As my mistress..." Senator
Stern said in a tone that made me shudder involuntarily.
"Um. Your mistress? I'm sure that can be arranged sir. It was always
the intent to give her a father figure to control her. That would work.
Yes sir. I-" he paused in irritation and I felt a surge of disgust.
Otto would doubtless have been the father figure. But some old fat
Senator wanted to mindwipe me and... bile rose in my throat. Stern had
just made my list. "Damn it. Hang up on me you crooked philandering..."
The phone rang again. "Gyrich," he said.
"Sir, we have eyes on the female clone," an FBI agent said the hands
free phone. "She's following us-"
That's when I got out of there. Swinging off into the night I felt a
heaviness descend on me as I realised my troubles were just beginning.
I headed back to our warehouse to wait for Peter. If I hung around the
Baxter Building SHEILD would catch me for sure. And I had no intention
of being in their custody...
***
Later that night Pete arrived at the warehouse where I was crashing.
Still in his ruined clothes. "I thought I'd find you here," he said.
"I know you did. That's why I came here," I responded as I met him on
the gambrel roof. I was here because it was a good place to squat.
"That's weird," he observed.
"Everything about this is weird," I observed as I double checked for
any tails on him using the gear in my masks I sensed nothing so pulled
it down.
"Congratulations, you're the last clone standing," He said sombrely.
I grinned tightly. "Man, I hope I don't die."
"How do you fee?" he asked.
It was a loaded question. How honest should I be? "I feel pretty good.
I'm hungry," I confessed.
"Yeah. Me too. You should go to Nick Fury and have them run tests and-"
Pete began.
"Yeah, uh, no," I stated flatly.
"But you might die-" he started.
"You could die running into a man in a giant mechanical-"
He interrupted, finishing my sentence exactly as I'd thought it. "Rhino
suit, yes. But-"
"Stepping on my jokes," I butted in. It was funny and annoying and very
very strange to be so in tune with someone. We really were mentally the
same. Somehow I'd hoped... but here with him. It was painful in this
soul crushing way. But also he totally got me. Like he kept saying.
Weird.
"They're my jokes." He laughed. "We're cool with Fury now. We're okay."
I sighed. "Maybe you are. Me? Not so much. I'm done with shadowy
figures of authority and people in white coats for a while," I hoped. I
wondered how done I was with Gong, Gyrich, Blain and Doc Phillips. I
had Krystal to find after all.
"Uh, what are you going to do?" he asked, honestly interested.
I couldn't help myself. "I thought I'd go to school with you." The look
on his face was priceless. I let the shock linger then laughed with a
shrug. "Kidding. Please... can you imagine?" I asked. I was deflecting.
A part of me wanted to do that. But I knew it would be a train wreck.
Aside from explaining it to everyone... Kitty Pryde and MJ would know.
Flash Thompson might hit on me. People would see how similar we were
and it would draw all kinds of attention down on us. Attention neither
of us needed. Plus SHEILD. The FBI.
"Uh, no," Pete said, clearly uncomfortable.
"Really." I laughed it off. Yeah. I was done with Midtown High. But. I
couldn't look Pete in the eye as I said this next part. Because it felt
like a lie. "No. I think I'm going to go elsewhere and start a life and
be Jessica Drew and not Peter Parker because I think I kind of already
am already." That was a lie. I was Peter Parker but I had to become
Jessica Drew. It was kind of depressing.
"Well, really, the minute you started thinking for yourself you already
became her," Pete said.
I rolled my eyes. I was a girl but... my thinking. Not so much. "Thank
you, Michael Keaton. Yeah, so, I think I should just go do that."
"You going to be a super hero?" Pete inquired.
"Maybe," I said vaguely. I needed to figure stuff out. Lots of stuff!
But I still had power. Still had responsibility. Yeah. I'd be a hero.
"You can be spider-girl if you want," Pete suggested.
Yes spider-boy... "Woman," I corrected.
"Okay." He smiled.
He was giving me his blessing. Not that I needed it or doubted he'd
give it... but it was nice. It was a big deal. "And thank you. You, uh,
you got any money on you?" I asked hopefully, knowing the answer.
"No," he said.
"I gotta get some money," I admitted. I was pretty cash strapped.
"Don't rob a bank. You'll make me look bad. Oh, uh, Aunt May knows I'm
Spider-Man now," he told me.
Oh. My. God. "Is she okay?" I felt my stomach drop.
"She's-she will be," he said.
"Thank god," I exhaled.
"I know," he agreed.
"Really. And MJ?" I'd been wanting to ask about her from the start but
it wasn't my life now...
"Dodged that bullet," he said with evident relief.
I smiled. Thank god! "Reed Richards is awesome," I declared.
"He so is," Pete fully agreed.
"We should be him when we grow up," I decided.
"Okay. This is a very weird conversation," Pete hedged.
"Yeah. I'm going to go," I noted. I turned then paused and turned back.
"Ready for the most awkward hug in the history of the planet?" I asked.
"Uh..." he responded uncertainly.
The hell with it. I moved in and hugged him. I tried to ignore his
slightly larger more muscular body. I tried to ignore my body or
compare it to his. Tried to find that warm contented feeling you get
when you hug someone you care about. When you're at peace with another
person. Family. I think we both found it. Yeah... "Well..." I breathed.
"Yeah..." he responded as we held onto each other.
Then I fired my spinerets and was away. Don't ever underestimate the
power of a good hug true believers. I figured I'd do some errands
before I returned to the warehouse to crash. I was too wired, hungry
and I needed clothes. Time to go charity bin diving. Yay me.
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