Arachnid: New Spiderman

[Spider-Man's POV]

Meanwhile, Queens.

Oh crap!

I thought to myself.

Grabbing by the arms, I flip over his head and end up on the Vulture's back.

"What are you doing, you idiot! The reverse thrusters won't be able to handle it if you keep shaking us like this!!!"

"Shut up!"

I punch through the metal casing to get the power source amid Vulture's frantic screeching and tear out several wires.

A moment later, we start rapidly losing altitude.

"What have you done, you idiot! We're both going to die."

"Keep screaming, Vulture, and you'll definitely be a corpse."

Then, I start frantically shooting webs of different thicknesses into the air.

After a brief moment of falling into the air, a semi-transparent, thin but very dense cocoon begins to form, resembling a parachute from a distance.

The fall started to slow down, and I adjusted the trajectory of me and Vulture to land safely, though roughly, on the nearest rooftop.

"WOOHOO, did you see that?! Did you see that?! Spider-parachute, test one and an instant success!!!"

Although we survived, Vulture didn't look happy.

"Unbelievable, you almost got us killed and ended up fixing your own mistake. I'm surprised the president hasn't awarded you a medal yet." 

He dryly remarked.

"I caught the irony. Alright, get up, it's time to take you to the police."

"Your brain may have difficulty processing, so take a deep breath and focus... I CAN'T MOVE, YOU DAMAGED THE ENERGY SUPPLY PANEL!!!!"

"Why scream like that? I got it!"

I clean my ears after Vulture's loud shout, "Seriously, you're a genius, but did you seriously think a suit where you can't move without batteries was a good idea?"

"It's prototype flaw. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. Who are you working for?"

"Them?"

"Don't pretend! Osborn, Stark, or maybe Roxxon? Who's paying you?"

"Wow. The names are familiar, but sorry, I'm an independent contractor and not working for those guys."

"Then how did you know my name, and why did you attack?!"

"Aside from the fact that I'd love to punch you in the face for that hysterical tone?" 

The Vulture quieted down, "As I said, I have a nose for villains, and about the name, you said it yourself. Let's see what you've stolen."

I opened the bag and saw a pile of papers.

These are the blueprints for the suit and an overall description of the Vulture's wing technology. Judging by the stamp, Roxon's transfer numbers and accounts are also included. 

Now, this is getting interesting.

"Seriously, Adrian, a plan for bombing Roxon Energy factories? Terrorism is not exactly the best thing."

"I didn't give you my name, and you could only know it if my competitors decided to take precautions."

"What's your deal?"

Damn, I need to be more careful about what I say about my knowledge next time.

"Think what you want, but I'm handing you over to the cops. With these kinds of clues, they'll make a good case with this evidence."

"If you intend to hand me over to your superiors, you might as well kill me now."

"Wow, you seem seriously scared."

"As if you don't know how these things are usually dealt with. The technology race is a serious market nowadays, and if you get in the way of a big company, they'll remove you. Usually, it's a bullet to the back of the head, but apparently, new times require a new approach."

"Explain."

"The future, kid! Look at yourself, I'm sure your abilities aren't a gift from nature, but definitely genetic interference, or maybe you're a mutant, I don't know. The cosmic radiation that turned Richards and his team into freaks. The incident with Bruce Banner in the Mojave Desert. And God knows what will happen tomorrow. Compared to that, an old man with mechanical wings is far from the eighth wonder of the world, but it's still an unusual event for a life that was thirty years ago. New age, kid."

Alright, it's hard to argue with that.

"Anyway, stop philosophizing, I'll take you to a cop I know. Seriously, Vulture, I'm not going to kill you."

After all, the bastard was planning to throw me off the high-rise.

After wrapping the Vulture in a cocoon, I flew toward the police station where New York's best cop usually works.

..

[3rd POV]

George Stacy's office.

George Stacy learned a lot while working as a police officer for twenty years. 

He knew he'd work there until he died or at least until retirement. His personal life is doomed knowing his wife, who ran off with a banker and a strained relationship with your daughter is proof of that.

The summer trip did help make things a little better.

George's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the window. 

Looking out, George scanned the area, and only when he looked up did he realize who was causing all the commotion. 

The new vigilante Spider-Man stuck his head out from the roof and waved for him to come up.

He closed the window and calmly went to the roof, greeting his colleagues along the way. He would remember his first meeting with Spider-Man for a long time.

George first learned about him when the criminal bigwig Joseph Lorenzini, also known as Hammerhead, was brought into the precinct. 

According to intelligence, Hammerhead was the right hand of a certain 'Big Man,' who had usurped much of Silvio Manfredi's empire after the latter's arrest. 

Unfortunately, it was still unknown who among the many followers of Silvio Manfredi had taken the throne. 

However, George did not doubt that this information would soon come to light for the police. In any case, on the same day Hammerhead was released from custody, a case was opened against the so-called 'web-slinger.'

As time passed, the image of 'Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood hero' became known not only to the police but to the ordinary citizens of New York. 

While J. Jonah Jameson tried to tarnish the image of the vigilante, Spider-Man's actions spoke louder than any article. 

Gradually, many police officers, including George, privately backed him in his fight against crime. Of course, doing so openly would be the same as going against the Commissioner's orders, and George still needed this job."

Therefore, he still couldn't understand why Spider-Man had risked their unspoken cooperation by coming to the precinct. 

With these thoughts, George opened the door leading to the roof.

"Good evening to the workers of the law!"

Spider-Man greeted.

"Same to you. Do you even realize how dangerous it is to show up at the precinct and what one conversation being discovered could cost me?'

"Come on, Cap. We both know the security systems in the precinct haven't been updated in ten years, including the surveillance systems."

"You're right, Spider-Man. Alright, what's the reason for your visit?"

George said, folding his arms across his chest and getting to the point.

Spider-Man raised a hand in a 'one second' gesture and stepped behind the industrial air conditioner. 

Then he dragged out a strange old man wrapped in webs.

"What the hell?!"

George exclaimed.

"Calm down, take a look."

Spider-Man said, tearing off the webs to reveal a semi-military technological suit.

"What is this?"

"And now we move on to the dessert."

He continued, handing George the bag of documents. "First, maybe you could invite your trusted guys to accompany our client downstairs?"

"On what charges?"

George asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do we really need charges?" 

Spider-Man responded, accompanied by a scowl from George. 

"Alright, alright, let's start with the use of military technology in civilian airspace, unregistered flight, and the threat to public order. Does that sound enough for now?"

"Alright"

George sighed, "But you'd better hide."

"Got it."

Spider-Man replied, jumping behind the air conditioner.

"Duty officer, Stacey, channel 2.0, I need a couple of guys on the roof. Do you copy, over?"

"Copy, Captain, what's going on?"

"A small, wrapped gift that needs to be taken."

"Understood. I'll send Felly and Casey."

"Copy that."

After eight minutes, the door to the roof swung open, and in front of Sergeants Felly and Casey stood Captain Stacey and the mumbling, web-bound old man.

"Captain."

"Sergeant. Our friendly neighbour left a package; escort him to the cell."

"Now the Spider-Man's catching old men too?"

"Take it easy, Felly, I'm sure Spider-Man had his reasons."

Oliver replied, addressing his senior colleague, not by rank but by age.

"A fan of him, huh, Casey?"

"I saw what he did with Hammerhead, whom our department chased for over three months without success. So, he's definitely not our enemy."

"Oh, come on!"

"Alright, enough with the useless chatter!"

Captain Stacey interrupted the argument, and his subordinates immediately snapped to attention. 

"Escort this person downstairs and read him his rights."

"The charges?"

"It's unauthorized flight in civilian airspace and the use of unregistered military technology. That should be enough for now."

George said, paraphrasing his partner's words in the suit, "You're dismissed."

"Yes, sir!"

The officers led Vulture away.

After standing for five minutes and waiting, George spoke:

"Come out."

Spider-Man landed in front of George with a somersault.

"Now, let's talk."

To be continued...