Gamma Man
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Note: This is NOT the whole story, so please don't comment on how short it is. This isn't like my others. I intend on completing it. Please do not delete.
(All Event taken place here are shortly after the Ultimate Clone Trilogy.
Chapter 1
The rain.
It always seems to be pouring down on me.
No matter what I do.
It always ends up back with the rain.
Cra-Boom.
The skys lit up with lightning as the man struggled to get back up to his feet. His uniform was in shards. His mask ripped apart like it was yesterday's thrash. The face of a young boy attached to the suit of a hero.
17 year old Peter Parker lay on a New York Harbor, bleeding from his head, to his toes. The rain beat down upon him much like his opponet. He no longer knew if the crushing sound was the wood from under the shear weight of the metallic claws, or if it was his bones.
If only she stayed.
I wouldn't be here.
I would never be here.
Yesterday
It was a subtle day in a small Queens neighborhood as Peter Parker awoke to the smell of eggs and the sound of sizzling bacon.
He walked into the kitchen in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. He saw his elderly Aunt May putting two plates full of eggs and bacon down on the table.
Sitting, he smiled at his Aunt.
May: Morning Peter, how did you sleep?
Peter: Mornin' Aunt May. I slept pretty good. Little tired.
May: Long night..?
Peter: You can say that..I spent alot of time at the library.
Peter was lieing. May knew he was lieing. Peter was actually a hero. The infamous Spider-Man. In order to make her feel better, he would always make up a lie.
May: So, do you have any plans for today?
Peter: Well I was going to pa--I mean go to the library. Then with MJ.
May: Oh, well have fun Peter. Make sure not to get hurt on pa--I mean on the way to the library.
Peter smirked at his aunt. It was a little odd having to lie when she knew the truth. He finished off his breakfast, got up, pecked his Aunt on the cheek, and went in his room.
He put on a pair of lightblue jeans and a long sleeved green shirt. It dosen't matter what's on top, though. It matter about the red and blue uniform underneath it.
Peter grabbed a bus to downtown Queens. He looked around him, knowing that today should be a slowday. Everyday was a slow day after the incident..it also rained everday. 3 weeks of rain. Today was no different as the rain started hitting Peter's window..
The Triskleion
Ultimates HQ
Sub Basment 13
The roof was leaking as a man sat in a chair in front of a metal table. He was getting quite annoyed. Everytime the water would come down, it would hit him in the cut above his eye. The man had been held captive here for more than 3 weeks. He was sick of it.
???: One little Genetic Outbusrt and I get punsished!? THIS IS UNLAWFUL!
The man sat there, feeling sorry for himself. As he did, a light burst through, blinding him.
???: Damn it Fury! Shut the door!
Fury: Sorrry Octavious, the light hurting your eyes?
General Nick Fury stood in the door way with a sarcastic grin on his face. His non-sympathetic tone ran through the ears of Doctor Otto Ocatvious.
Three Weesk ago, Octavious made 4 genetic clones of Teenager Peter Parker. Three clones were killed, and one escaped. His little mutations made everyone go crazy.
Octavious: Oh please, dear Blind Justice, what is my punishment?
Fury crossed his arms and gave him a cross look. He walked to the table, putting his hamds down on it, leading in close.
Fury: You make one more f$*%*#ing joke about my eye, i'll make sure your sorry excuse for a scientific backhind never sees outside the walls of this building. Hear me?
Octavious: Loud and clear, Skipper. Want me to go get some cocanuts, too?
Fury: Im glad your having fun Otto, but I swear to god, there is no way Im ever going to let you back on the str--
As Fury was talking, another burst of light came through, two sets of feet walking in.
When the door was close, Fury saw a man and a woman. Both were wearing suits.
The man was tall, with jet black hair. His dark glasses hid his eyes as he smirked. The woman had shoulder length blonde hair, wearing no glasses. Fury was irritated. He never let anyone storm in on him and a convict.
Fury: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE!?!
The man kept the smirk on his face, putting his hand inside his coat. he pulled out a badge. The badge was marked with a strange header, that said "E.T.", and his name was clearly stated as Mark Andrews.
Andrews: I'm Mark Andrews, and this is my partner, Samantha Cleary. We're here from E.T. Knowing you Fury, you've heard about us, correct?
Fury: No, I haven't. I don't care. If you have a problem, get upstairs, I'll be up in a bit. This is an enclosed convict analysis!
Andrews: Gets a bigger smirk Well, if you haven't heard, we're from Evading Terrorism. The country beilives that Mr. Otto Octavious is an immideiate terroristic threat, and he needs to come with us right away.
Both Octavious and Fury looked at each other, then at Andrews.
Ocatvaious & Fury: Bull.
Andrews: No, it's true.
Fury: First off, Andrews, there is no "E.T." We've been fighting terrorism. Not some bull orginization.
Andrews got a cross look, and took off his glasses. He stepped closer to Fury and spoke in an irritated voice.
Andrews: Listen here, Fury, while your men fight the bad guys, we find and eliminate them. Your orginization is bull. We're the real deal. Let us talk to Octavious, or I have a talk with my uncle. You might know him. Does the word "President" mean anything?
Fury scowled. He looked at Cleary, then Andrews, then Octavious. He threw his hands in the air, and then stomped out of the room.
Andrews laughed a little, then rested his hands on the table. He leaned in close.
Andrews: Mr. Octavious..how would you like to be a free man..?
(All Event taken place here are shortly after the Ultimate Clone Trilogy.
Chapter 1
The rain.
It always seems to be pouring down on me.
No matter what I do.
It always ends up back with the rain.
Cra-Boom.
The skys lit up with lightning as the man struggled to get back up to his feet. His uniform was in shards. His mask ripped apart like it was yesterday's thrash. The face of a young boy attached to the suit of a hero.
17 year old Peter Parker lay on a New York Harbor, bleeding from his head, to his toes. The rain beat down upon him much like his opponet. He no longer knew if the crushing sound was the wood from under the shear weight of the metallic claws, or if it was his bones.
If only she stayed.
I wouldn't be here.
I would never be here.
Yesterday
It was a subtle day in a small Queens neighborhood as Peter Parker awoke to the smell of eggs and the sound of sizzling bacon.
He walked into the kitchen in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. He saw his elderly Aunt May putting two plates full of eggs and bacon down on the table.
Sitting, he smiled at his Aunt.
May: Morning Peter, how did you sleep?
Peter: Mornin' Aunt May. I slept pretty good. Little tired.
May: Long night..?
Peter: You can say that..I spent alot of time at the library.
Peter was lieing. May knew he was lieing. Peter was actually a hero. The infamous Spider-Man. In order to make her feel better, he would always make up a lie.
May: So, do you have any plans for today?
Peter: Well I was going to pa--I mean go to the library. Then with MJ.
May: Oh, well have fun Peter. Make sure not to get hurt on pa--I mean on the way to the library.
Peter smirked at his aunt. It was a little odd having to lie when she knew the truth. He finished off his breakfast, got up, pecked his Aunt on the cheek, and went in his room.
He put on a pair of lightblue jeans and a long sleeved green shirt. It dosen't matter what's on top, though. It matter about the red and blue uniform underneath it.
Peter grabbed a bus to downtown Queens. He looked around him, knowing that today should be a slowday. Everyday was a slow day after the incident..it also rained everday. 3 weeks of rain. Today was no different as the rain started hitting Peter's window..
The Triskleion
Ultimates HQ
Sub Basment 13
The roof was leaking as a man sat in a chair in front of a metal table. He was getting quite annoyed. Everytime the water would come down, it would hit him in the cut above his eye. The man had been held captive here for more than 3 weeks. He was sick of it.
???: One little Genetic Outbusrt and I get punsished!? THIS IS UNLAWFUL!
The man sat there, feeling sorry for himself. As he did, a light burst through, blinding him.
???: Damn it Fury! Shut the door!
Fury: Sorrry Octavious, the light hurting your eyes?
General Nick Fury stood in the door way with a sarcastic grin on his face. His non-sympathetic tone ran through the ears of Doctor Otto Ocatvious.
Three Weesk ago, Octavious made 4 genetic clones of Teenager Peter Parker. Three clones were killed, and one escaped. His little mutations made everyone go crazy.
Octavious: Oh please, dear Blind Justice, what is my punishment?
Fury crossed his arms and gave him a cross look. He walked to the table, putting his hamds down on it, leading in close.
Fury: You make one more f$*%*#ing joke about my eye, i'll make sure your sorry excuse for a scientific backhind never sees outside the walls of this building. Hear me?
Octavious: Loud and clear, Skipper. Want me to go get some cocanuts, too?
Fury: Im glad your having fun Otto, but I swear to god, there is no way Im ever going to let you back on the str--
As Fury was talking, another burst of light came through, two sets of feet walking in.
When the door was close, Fury saw a man and a woman. Both were wearing suits.
The man was tall, with jet black hair. His dark glasses hid his eyes as he smirked. The woman had shoulder length blonde hair, wearing no glasses. Fury was irritated. He never let anyone storm in on him and a convict.
Fury: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE!?!
The man kept the smirk on his face, putting his hand inside his coat. he pulled out a badge. The badge was marked with a strange header, that said "E.T.", and his name was clearly stated as Mark Andrews.
Andrews: I'm Mark Andrews, and this is my partner, Samantha Cleary. We're here from E.T. Knowing you Fury, you've heard about us, correct?
Fury: No, I haven't. I don't care. If you have a problem, get upstairs, I'll be up in a bit. This is an enclosed convict analysis!
Andrews: Gets a bigger smirk Well, if you haven't heard, we're from Evading Terrorism. The country beilives that Mr. Otto Octavious is an immideiate terroristic threat, and he needs to come with us right away.
Both Octavious and Fury looked at each other, then at Andrews.
Ocatvaious & Fury: Bull.
Andrews: No, it's true.
Fury: First off, Andrews, there is no "E.T." We've been fighting terrorism. Not some bull orginization.
Andrews got a cross look, and took off his glasses. He stepped closer to Fury and spoke in an irritated voice.
Andrews: Listen here, Fury, while your men fight the bad guys, we find and eliminate them. Your orginization is bull. We're the real deal. Let us talk to Octavious, or I have a talk with my uncle. You might know him. Does the word "President" mean anything?
Fury scowled. He looked at Cleary, then Andrews, then Octavious. He threw his hands in the air, and then stomped out of the room.
Andrews laughed a little, then rested his hands on the table. He leaned in close.
Andrews: Mr. Octavious..how would you like to be a free man..?
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