Peter Parker was murdered. At the hands of the god like maniac known as Stryfe. With Peter's sacrifice the people of the world were inspired to uphold his legacy as the Spiders. Dedicated to ending Stryfe's rule with as little killing as possible. Their champion. The new Spider-Man.
New York City, 2200
"With Great Power Comes Great Reward."
Desmond Fisk watched the screen monitors. The camera drone was fixated on the child wearing the red and blue onesie sitting on a gargoyle halfway across the city.
"Mr Fisk?" A voice rang out distracting Fisk for a second. "You didn't answer my question..."
Desmond turned around with a flicker of annoyance across his face. He turned towards the small puny scientist and looked down at him.
"I'm sorry Dr..."
"Warren, sir."
"Dr Warren." Fisk said calmly. "The reason.... why we haven't killed the new Spider-Man yet is very simple. If we simply kill this boy then another Spider will simply take his place. Whether it's a Tarantula or Scarlet... or even a Black Widow. He will be replaced."
Dr Warren shifted nervously. He glanced around the office room. A lot of documents lay on the table. Two bodyguards (Not Iron Soldiers for whatever reason) were stood calmly by the entrance. Both weren't carrying any visible weapons.
"But sir... this Spider-Man has been disrupting our operations recently... and the Supreme Commander has given you the responsibility to deal with him."
Fisk smiled as he turned back to the monitors. The child had started to swing away on a thin strand of webbing.
"That's why... Dr Warren... we're going to stamp it out at the source..."
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Several Days Later...
THWIP!
"We shall not suffer a Spider to live!" An Iron Soldier yelled as he got a web blast directly in the face.
"Really?" Ben laughed as he dodged out of the way of the blind soldier's grasp. "THAT'S the best you could come up with?!" He quickly punched the Soldier just as he started to pull the webbing off his mask. The Soldier's helmet nearly exploded as bits of equipment splintered from the helmet's workings.
"Well I don't want to suffer listening to your prattling!"
Ben looked up to see a familiar foe.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't Nickle Turkey!"
"It's STEEL VULTURE YOU QUIVERING INSECT!"
The Steel Vulture was wearing armor similar to a typical Iron Soldier. However not quite. Instead of Jet Boots, Steel Vulture had two large metal wings with spikes instead of feathers.
"Iron Vulture." Ben said with a chuckle. "See that's always made more sense to me. You're a member of the Iron Army shouldn't you..."
Steel Vulture screamed in anger as he dived straight towards Benjamin.
"WHOA!" Ben yelled as he jumped out of the way. Vulture pulled up and flew into the sky before he smashed into the wall.
"You think you'll defeat me as easily as last time?!" Vulture yelled as he jeered down at Ben. "I've had improvements since we last met!"
"Well to be honest you're probably gonna get your butt kicked in a second or two!"
The Vulture cackled as he threw several of his razor feathers towards Ben.
"Too slow!" Ben yelled as he jumped straight through the gaping hole between the feathers as they impaled the wall behind him.
THWIP!
Ben's web string stuck in the Vulture's chest dragging him forward. Ben was pulled up towards him and landed feet first into his chest smashing the Steel Vulture's suit and possibly cracking his ribs.
"Sorry 'bout that pal!" Ben said as they landed on the ground. "But you DID try to kill me!" The Vulture gasped as he fell into unconsciousness. "Ow..." Ben noticed a cut on his leg where one of the blades must have scraped him. "That stings..."
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Ferrum Tech Research and Development
"Well... Steel Vulture failed again..." Dr Warren muttered. He was clearly disappointed.
Fisk's mouth twinged with a smile.
"Did he? For once that useless idiot may have actually succeeded in his job."
Several Iron Soldiers walked into the room carrying one of Steel Vulture's razor feathers. Its tip was coated in a small sliver of Ben's blood.
"Dr Warren..." Fisk said calmly as the Soldiers left the room. "I do believe you have some experience in cloning?"
Dr Warren frowned.
"Yes. Of course I do. However what do you expect me to clone from... this?!" He asked as he looked at the blood on the feather's tip. "It's not much to go with!"
Fisk frowned.
"Doctor Warren... Miles. That blood sample is the best we can do and thereby means that is what you're going to work with. Do I make myself clear?" Fisk was looming over Miles now.
"...yes. It won't be perfect... and I can't guarantee usable results... but I'll try."
"That is all I can ask, Doctor."
Miles turned towards the door as he carefully pulled the feather along on a metal tray. He was just about to leave when Fisk called after him.
"Oh... and Doctor Miles... if you even think of putting that ridiculous green costume on and attract the Supreme Commander's attention to our activities... I'll tear you limb from limb myself..."
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