Face-Punching As Foreign Policy
“Honey , I’m home.” Peter Parker laughed as he walked in to his home in Queens. He had resonantly married the girl of his dreams Mary Jane Watson. Life was going pretty good. This was one of the happiest times of his life.
“I missed you tiger.” Mary Jane smiled as hugged Peter in the doorway of their new home. She passionately kissed him. She unlike most people knew Peter was not just the nerdy photographer working for the Daily Bugle. He was Spider-man!
That was the reason that when he came home she would run to his side. Most people get up , go to work and come home. Peter on the other hand gets up , Goes to work but most of the time has to stop some psychopath , Hell bent on destruction and mayhem.
Every second Peter was gone Mary Jane would worry. She always had the TV on expecting the news report “Spider-man has been killed.” She never let him know that she was scared and worried though. The people needed him and she knew telling him to hang up his webs would be selfish.
“So , How was you’re day?” Peter asked her. Looking in to her deep , sexy green-eyes. He smiled as asked her.
“Don’t get me started. That damn repair man never came out. So It looks like we’ll have no air conditioning during this heat-wave.” She told him. He could see the sweat dripping off her as she spoke. This was the hottest the city had ever been.
“That sucks. At least we have the fans.” Peter said walking over to his electric fan. He removed his top and stood there cooling himself off. Mary Jane smiled for second as he did that. He hides it well but he was muscular. Seeing him there with sweat dripping down his muscles turned her on a little.
“You’ve worked hard all day , How about I cook dinner. What would you like?” She said walking over to him and draping her arms over his chest in a sexy , tight hug.
“You’re cooking? Then Chinese take-out!” Peter laughed. He quickly got a slap around the back of his head from Mary Jane.
“Not funny!“ Mary Jane huffed. Peter turned and smiled giving her another kiss.
Not everyone was enjoying a relaxing day in , like Peter and Mary Jane. On a roof top over looking the city , Wilson Fisk or The Kingpin as he was known in certain circle’s , Had got together a team of criminals.
“Resonantly I was almost put behind bars. The Kingpin almost caught by Daredevil. It gave me time to think. I started getting more trouble in my life the day that wall-crawling pest crossed my path.
That is why I have gathered you all here today. We are going to kill Spider-man . Then Daredevil . “ Kingpin spoke standing next to his private helicopter. The criminals looked on listening to their master.
“Don’t work boss , We’ll kill spider….” One of the criminals spoke but was quickly interrupted. His shot off his body and stuck in the wall. His body collapsed to the floor.
“IT’S A HIT!” Kingpin shouted getting in to his helicopter. The helicopter started up. The blades spinning faster and faster until it had enough force to take off. Kingpin looked down at the roof and saw one of his men raised off the ground. His chest had blood coming from it.
“What the hell…” Kingpin said to himself. As he flew off.
“Do not even think about retaliating against them.” Kingpin’s personal assistant told him. He had a tone of fear and concern in his voice.
“Why the hell not? I am the kingpin. NO ONE crosses the Kingpin.” Wilson Fisk asked. He was very angry at even the thought of letting this drop.
“This was not a Personal attack. I’ve seen this type of thing before. Remember the heat wave in Los Angeles back in 1997? They had similar killings and although they could not put it in the police report it was an attack by an alien race.
They are Predators , hunters. They only go after what they view as dangerous or a challenge. You may have gotten your wish sir. If they are here I can almost promise they will hunt Spider-man.” The assistant smirked as he talked. He knew how deadly they were. Until Kingpin hired him he worked for the police department in Los Angeles that investigated those killings.
Back on the rooftop one of Kingpin’s men backed up until he was against the door that lead to the inside of the building. He tried to open the metal door but it was locked. He turned back and gripped his automatic rifle. “Where are you?” He said looking around but could not see anything.
He starting shooting left and right. He wasn’t hitting anything. “WHERE ARE YOU.” Kingpin’s man shouted. Suddenly his throat was grabbed lifting him up. He dropped his riffle and was turned around. As if from nowhere a strange creature appeared.
It was crouched on the top of the area leading inside. It had dreadlocks on it’s head and what would best be described as a plain mask similar to a paint-balling mask. It’s skin looked yellow and you could tell it was alien in origin. It was wearing armour that looked alien but yet at the same time like old style human armour.
The Predator quickly slashed the man’s throat with his Wrist blade and retracted them back in to the gauntlet on his wrist and forearm area. The blood started pouring from the throat of the man. The Predator let him fall to the floor of the roof.
The Predator jumped down and walked over to the human who’s throat he had just slashed and punched down in to his back. He ripped out the spine and the skull of the human and held it up giving off a loud battle cry.
To us that gesture of ripping out the spine and skull might be viewed as sick or monstrous. To them however it was a trophy, a symbol of their hunt. It was very important to them and very symbolic.
Again as if from no where a few more of the alien creatures appeared on the roof top. They looked at the humans laying dead at their feet. They looked up at each other. They were giving each other a knowing look as if they knew was to come.
That night Peter and Mary Jane were curled up to each other on their sofa watching TV. Peter started to kiss slowly up her neck. Mary Jane moaned with pleasure as he did. “That feels so good Peter.” She said almost loosing herself in the moment.
Suddenly their film was interrupted by a breaking news story. “We are sorry to interrupt the Saturday movie but this just in. The police department has put the city on critical status. A gang of criminals believed to of been working for the Kingpin have been found murdered.
The city is no stranger to gangs killing gangs but who ever killed these criminals , did so in a manner of which we have never seen before. A few of them had their skulls ripped out of their bodies. Another was decapitated and his head was found stuck to the wall with what the police say , is a small spear.
The rest the cause of death is still unknown but what is known is they had their skins removed and were hung from their feet by a cord. Police say theses methods match none of the gangs or villains known to the city Please be careful out there.” The news reporter warned people before their movie “Seabiscuit” started back up.
“I should go , I think I need to check this out.” Peter told her. He kissed her lips and stood up.
“You can’t leave now , Seabiscuit is on.” She said a little hurt that Peter was abandoning her.
“I have to , Besides we both know the only reason you’re watching it is , You have that crush on Tobey Maguire.” Peter told her with a little smile on his face trying to make her feel better with humour.
“I don’t have a crush on him ….. Besides even if I did it is ok , You look like him after all.” Mary Jane smiled back at Peter.
“I look nothing like him. And that’s not the point. I’ll see what I can find out then I’ll be back. Don’t worry.” He said opened up the cupboard in their living room. There it was. The red and blue costume that made him a hero to some and a menace to others. The costume that made him the controversial Spider-man!
Mary Jane watched as Peter quickly jumped out the window and fired webbing from his web-shooters and swung away. “But I do worry Peter. Every time you leave , Every time I see that costume , I worry.” She said to her self with tears in her eyes.
She could tell from the news report this was not like his other villains. This was no green goblin throwing bombs. It wasn’t Doc Ock damaging public property with metal arms. This was something so sick and twisted it made Carnage look normal!. Deep down inside Peter knew it too.