Spectacular Spider-Man Vol. 01.2

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Spectacular Spider-Man

Vol 1.2: In The Wake Of Tragedy

Issue 1: So It Begins

Part 2

Andrew Davis (Faceclaim Woody Harrelson)

Roughly an hour passed by since the Parker/Reilly gathering had started their video wake for the late and great Benjamin Franklin Parker and Andrew Davis, the esteemed principle of Queens Science Academy For Intelligent Individuals, as well as a sort of self-proclaimed mentor figure to a teenage Peter Parker (or so he had assumed). He was in his electronically fueled car headed towards his student Peter's house to offer his sincerest condolences, and secretly oogle at his beautiful family that Peter had mentioned in his office visits. He was listening to the news broadcast about the deranged drug addict holding his family hostage, and wasn't really paying attention when a thickly muscled African American gang banger with a nine millimeter pistol in his hand stepped out in the middle of street and pointed his weapon at Andrew's car.

When Andrew finally realized it, the old man screamed out loud and pushed down hard on his breaks until he was just a couple of feet from running through the gang banger's knees. His heart was racing, and his big brown eyes were even wider in shock thanks to his prescription glasses and he raised his hands as if to show the man that he was in no way a physical threat and the black gang banger rushed over to his driver side door, but with a limp and a bloody t-shirt. Andrew could now clearly see that his face was awash with blood from gash across his angry and dazed face, his t-shirt was all ripped up and he had deep scratches across his chest and he kept looking behind him as if something was going to chase after him at any given moment.

"Get out!" The thug said, opening the car door and jamming the 9mm pistol into Andrew's wrinkled forehead.

"Okay, okay," Andrew said in his natural submissive state, "I'm reaching for my seatbelt." he told his attacker as his left hand reached down to unbuckle himself.

"Hurry up, old man!" He yelled and looked behind him slowly at the busted up and boarded drug den that he had just ran away from, and there was a loud gunshot and sounds of a scuffle until one of his drug buddies was tossed out of the front window with a great deal of force by someone else inside. "Oh shit, she's coming!" He exclaimed and turned back around to forcibly pull Andrew from his car.

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Mr. Andrew, the woman in question lunged out of the broken window and landed on top of the guy she had thrown out and slammed his head into the ground knocking him out.

The young woman was dressed up in a skin-tight outfit with a white tiger motif and a domino mask that hid part of her Latina features while her long flowing black hair swayed behind her.

"Holy Mother." Andrew gasped in further shock as she started towards the two of them.

ANGELA DEL TORO/WHITE TIGER (Faceclaim Jade Jantzen)

Angela Del Toro was a young woman of Latina heritage, and first generation American citizen when she came overseas with her migrating parents and Uncle when she was but a young child and they had taken up residence just outside of Queens in one of the many poor areas of New York City. Unfortunately when she was a young girl, a burglar had broken into their home looking for things to steal for drugs and ended up beating her parents so badly that they had to be life lighted to New York General. This forced her to live with her Uncle Hector who was once a soldier for the regime in their home country that they had narrowly escaped from, and he raised her like a child soldier so that she would not meet the same fate as her parents.

He trained her in many different forms of martial arts and they leaned heavily into gymnastics to make her limber, he even found a way to train her in the art of parkour and escape artistry, he had told her that it was all for her to channel her anger into, and they had even grown intimately closer when she became eighteen.

Fast forward to around the time of her twenty-seventh birthday, which was just about a month ago when she was walking home from community college when she witnessed some bank robbing thugs get their asses handed to them by a spectacularly acrobatic and thick muscled hero. He was in some kind of a super suit swinging around with webs like a kind of man-spider.

It was here in this moment that she was inspired to use her martial arts and gymnastics prowess to deliver justice for her parents, so when she raced home to try and convince her Uncle and lover Hector, it turned out that he had the same idea and gifted young Angela with a costume of her own. She noticed that it had a very revealing neckline with breast support for her 32C breasts. He christened her the White Tiger because of her ferocious attitude in all the years that she had trained.

Unfortunately, their celebrations were short-lived when a group of thugs ambushed them on their way to their favorite private work out spot where they could get intimate and all hot 'n heavy. When they demanded money or drugs and Hector had very little to provide, they gunned him down in cold blood and beat her up savagely, landing her in the same hospital that her parents were permanent residents of. It took her nearly a month to recuperate, and in that time she vowed to exact revenge upon the city's drug addled community.

Once she was discharged she returned home to find her White Tiger outfit waiting for her. The reason she was here now, beating up the gangbangers in Queens was because they were living in a drug den that her uncle's killers frequented. She got that information from a low level drug pusher named Turk that she put the hurt to pretty bad. Now she was coming after Andrew Davis' would be car thief that she had roughed up earlier in the drug den that she snuck her way into.

"You ain't gunna last long with me, Cabrón," she laughed mockingly at him as she started running to close the distance between them. Using the shock and surprise factor of her earlier entrance onto the scene to keep him off guard. She then grabbed the wrist that was holding the gun pointed towards her and spun around to twist his hurt and bleeding body at a downward angle to apply pressure and leverage.

Then she put her costumed sole of her foot against his back. "Any funny business Imbécil and I can pop your arm out and beat your big black ass with it, understood?"

"yeah, ow, god damn girl," the gang banger howled in pain, and Andrew watched on inwardly liking the thought of being handled dominately by this young and buxom mysterious she-savior. The gang banger dropped the gun to the asphalt and he looked over at the shocked expression of Andrew who was still half out of his car frozen.

"Good," she growled before turning to look over at Andrew, "you, get out of here," she said jerking her free hand towards the road.

"S-sure, definitely miss..." Andrew mumbled and nodded before getting back into his luxury electrical vehicle, but then popped his head out to ask a question, "who are you supposed to be, anyway?"

"You can call me The White Tiger," she said with a proud smile that Andrew got weak in his artificial knees looking at, she smiled at him, but was not about to take her eyes off her drug dealing prize.

"Well call me impressed, I hear there's another one like you out there, swinging about and stopping poor folks from getting mugged. You don't know each other by any chance, do you?"

"No, we don't know each other," she hissed with a bit of some condescension in her voice, "but if you see that swinging Imbécil, tell him I want talk to him,"

"Will do," Andrew said, gulping and adjusting his long black tie in a nervous, but aroused manner before starting up his car, "thank you," he yelled out as he drove away down the road towards Peter's house.

Angela returned her attention to her prey and leaned down to whisper into his ear, "now tell me what I wanted to know inside," she started to say before using her free hand to grab his throat. She stretched out her fingers to grow a set of retractable metal claws about an inch long on each fingertip, "or I spill the streets with your blood."

"Holy shit- holy shit, oh God don't hurt me anymore, I swear I'll tell you anything," the banger said panicking.

ANN WEYING (Faceclaim Pornstar Sarah Vandella)

While the Parker-Reilly clan were all dealing with the death of their beloved and very sexually alluring Uncle Benjamin Parker, and Angela Del Toro was busy trying to find where the criminals that had killed her own Uncle Hector, the hostage situation that Amadeus Cho had been keeping tabs on was just starting to escalate. What had happened was that in a run-down apartment complex just outside Queens, a disillusioned war veteran and hallucinogenic drug taking man had come home to pay his beautiful and blond ex-wife with a 34D chest size a not so friendly visit after a night of heavy debauchery with the intent that if he could no longer have her and their son, then the world could not have her. It all happened in an unexpected and terrifying way.

The ex-husband broke down her front door with a large axe that he had taken from the hallway emergency cabinet, and as Ann ran screaming with her thick and luscious legs to her son's room, her big butt swaying as she ran. Her ex-husband pulled out a chrome revolver and opened fire twice narrowly missing her head, she luckily had her Hammer Industries branded cell phone on her and dialed 911. After waiting a second for her call to be picked up she tried to explain the situation as best she could in what time she had.

Unfortunately her apartment complex was filled with a lot of the criminal element, and in order to get to her the police had to get through them, which was why there were now a little more than ten police cruisers swarming the area as well as a couple of SWAT vans. They had a hostage negotiator show up and had called Ann's cell phone back in hopes of reaching her ex-husband, but Ann feared that he was too far gone to be reasoned with. "Please honey, let us go," Ann pleaded with her husband who was now sitting in the meager dining room set that she could barely afford with her job at the diner down the way.

Hunched over with the gun in one hand and her cell phone in the other, "look at our beautiful son, look at what you're doing to him." She said, holding her terrified teenage boy in her arms.

"Just shut up, bitch," He growled with hate dripping like drool from his mouth as he rubbed his five o'clock shadow with one hand and then his hand moved to his angry hard-on. Then the cell phone rang for the thousandth time today which he angrily responded to flipping open to respond.

"Mr. Edward," The hostage negotiator began with an attempt at a calm voice, "how are we doing? Is everyone still in one piece?"

"Yeah, though not for very long if you didn't do what I asked," Mr. Edward said and turned away from his terrified wife and son for a moment.

"We're doing everything in our power to help you, sir, you just need to work with us," the negotiator said, trying hard to keep his agitated state down.

"Yeah, I need your help like I need a hole in my head," Edward laughed mockingly, "Do you know why I'm really doing this? I killed some old man for his shitty car, and now that punk ass spider-guy is hunting me and everyone who looks like me. That and I'm about to show my son here that the world ain't gunna miss another dead skank who got what's coming to her."

ANNA MAY WATSON (Faceclaim Pornstar Amber Dawn)

Anna May Watson and her young niece had moved into Peter Parker and his Uncle and Aunt's seemingly safe and traditional neighborhood a little over a year ago and had been friendly with each other ever since. Peter and his Uncle helped them to move into their quaint little home where Anna could retire in peace and her niece could pursue her own interests in the seemingly safe neighborhood unaware of the sexually active people next door. Though Anna and her niece were no strangers to the world of kink and taboo.

Anna and Peter's Aunt May Reilly had gradually become good friends while she was a resident of the neighborhood, going to book clubs to socialize and gossip like outgrown schoolgirls. They even travelled into the city to volunteer for the homeless shelter FEAST to help out the less fortunate and give back to their community. They even grew intimately close and had some special threeway date nights.

When Peter's Aunt May got the news about her husband's death, Anna was right by her side to console her as best a friend and lover knew how to do under the unfortunate circumstances. if she needed a friend or if she needed a lover with her36B breasts and jiggly stomach (she was very much a milf with her greying reddish hair). Now she was in the living room with the other mourners holding Peter's Aunt May close to her with one hand rubbing her back and the other lovingly on her thigh as she cried what seemed like nonstop while everyone tried to watch the video without crying as that Peter had set up.

"Shh, it's okay," Anna whispered and continued to hug her friend as the video showed Benjamin Franklin Parker helping to cook dinner with a lingerie clad Aunt May who was just a few years younger than he was.

"I-I ju-just miss him s-so much," Aunt May tried to speak through the grief, everyone else tried to be there for her, and Anna May looked up to notice that Peter was hanging back a little ways away from everybody.

"I know you do sweetheart," Anna said quietly as the video then cut to a point of view shot of Uncle Ben, Peter and couple of his cousins riding bikes, their breasts subtly moving with the wind as they rode through Central Park.

"You know we're here for you, right, May?" One of the nieces told the grieving widow as she bent down to kiss her on the top of the head.

"I know, I miss that good man too," Anna said quietly into Aunt May's ear, "he was the best of us, and gorgeous as all Hell." She added with a small bit of laughter, she couldn't help but get aroused and feel herself get a little tingly in her black satin panties as she watched the man on the video.

"Why did they have to kill him?" Aunt May cried out, this was a question that she had constantly been asking everybody, but nobody knew the rhyme or reason, and it seemed that it had a particular effect on Peter.

"I don't know," Anna said truthfully, "but I do know that justice will play out, if the authorities don't get him, then may God's judgement pass swiftly and decisively." She said with a bit of anger in her voice and she immediately kissed the golden cross that hung from her leathery neck.

"God," Aunt May said, wiping her tears and a sudden fleeting moment of anger passed through her usually cheerful mind, "when I see that self-righteous man, he's going to have a piece of my mind."

Anna couldn't help but laugh nervously despite Aunt May being serious, "sweetheart, you do that for all of us," she said with a pat on Aunt May's head.

ANNA MAY PARKER (Faceclaim Pornstar Ella Hughes)

The same day that Edward had taken his family hostage in a building full of drug addled delinquents and hardened criminals, as well as Angela Del Toro being released from the hospital where her parents were in medically induced comas. Even the same day as the wake being held for Peter Parker's Uncle Benjamin Franklin Parker, a brilliant white light surrounded the neighborhood street and broke out all the streetlights a couple of streets away from Peter's house. Even the homes in the same area as him had flickering and breaking light fixtures.

Then as suddenly as the light appeared, it vanished and it left behind a figure of a fiery young redheaded woman with soft curves, creamy pale skin and delicate facial features with a 32B frame and nice big ass decked out in her own feminine version of Peter's superhero armor sans helmet being replaced by a red domino mask, and the suit coloring which was blue and black with red web dischargers.

It also had room aplenty to show off some empowering cleavage. The young woman ran over to a car that was parked on the side of the road and pressed her black and blue gloved palm against it, releasing an electrical discharge on command that disabled the locking mechanism.

She opened the door so she could hurriedly get in and be away from the rainstorm that was already getting her long wavy red hair all frizzy. She then pressed against the small black spider emblem on her plump chest with her hand and it lit up and vibrated, making her already perky nipples get all tingly and puffed up inside the suit. "Hello Anna May Parker," the suit's female AI started up in her with a warm attitude and sensual tone of voice, "how may I assist you today?"

"Suit, tell me please that I landed in the right time period," she said, taking a look at all the twenty first century houses and vehicles that surrounded her and then she took a look at the vehicle's hands free electronic dashboard.

"Anna May Parker, you are currently residing in the year 2020, the date is exactly 60 years from your original Jump Point into the timestream, you are in Queens New York City. Do you require any further details?"

"Suit, update me on the Edward Brock hostage shoot out from my timeline, please," Anna inquired, despite being briefed on this exact point in time for as many times as she could possibly remember, her mother had ingrained this date into her mind back in her time.

"Yes ma'am. In exactly two hours the authorities will move in to assault the apartment complex where Ann Weying's ex-husband is holding her and their son hostage. Nearly fifty officers enter and half of them leave without the suspect. While on the roof, a vigilante who goes by the name of Spider-Man will be dropping the suspect to his death. Inside of the next seven days a news report from The Daily Bugle will call out Spider-Man as a murderer and a menace to humanity and one day after that, Mayor Bill Hollister will be at a press conference to green light an anti-Spider-Man and anti-vigilante taskforce led by Oscorp Conglomerate."

"So in other words, it's only 'implied' that Spider-Man kills this guy. So I just gotta infiltrate a twenty story apartment building stuffed to the brim with thieves, murderers, and other kinds of criminals. Then find my way to the roof just in time to see what really happens between Spider-Man and this Edward guy, and stop him if deemed necessary." Anna said, trying desperately to reassure herself. In her timeline she was insecure and not yet quite sure about herself or her abilities. In fact this was the first time she tried to stop any kind of crime from happening. "No biggie, that's just another Tuesday for the Spectacular Spider-Girl!"