Disclaimer:

This fanfic was inspired by the MTV Spiderman CGI-Animated Series, and (very) loosely based on the Spiderman mythos in general. Regarding character personalities, I tried to stay true to the tv series' overall feel. (crossing fingers tightly for more episodes)

Enjoy!

Unmasking a Superhero

*MTV Spiderman fan-fiction by Kemurikat*

Chapter 01 - Pain in the Thigh

"Local law enforcement units have worked valiantly over the last five days in a unified effort to end the baffling wave of crime sprees all over the city. Reports are increasing, however, that many of the officers on duty are exhausted and rumors are growing about the military's involvement - "

The image of Alison Tomita, New York City's top reporter, blinked off an LCD screen, the remote haphazardly thrown to the floor.

In a modestly spaced second-floor room at one end of penthouse suite 821, a luxury condominium building just a block away from Empire State University, hazelnut-haired freshman Peter Parker enjoyed a cozy, naked snuggle with his fiery female companion.

"So tell me, Peter, how did you manage to be the only shutterbug in all of New York to get the best photos of this bizarre crime wave being worked over by our friendly neighborhood wall-crawler?"

"Wow. I don't think you even took a breath there."

"I'm serious, Parker! Some of the shots you took weren't even humanly possible! Unless...Holy Shit!" screamed Indira Daimonji in excitement, recently promoted to junior news reporter at E1, the city's most popular cable news station, thanks to Peter's remarkable contributions.

"Um...I don't like that look you're giving me, Indy."

"Confess, Peter! You're, like, Spiderman's secret sidekick, aren't you?" she accused, stabbing a sharp fingernail at her partner's bare chest.

"Ow! Your nails should be classified as illegally sharp, unconcealed weapons," he said, rubbing the spot she poked.

"If they were any sharper, I'd rip your still-beating heart out of your chest with my feminine death-grip."

"Y'know, you really know how to sweet-talk a guy," Peter said huskily, wiggling his eyebrows and leaning in to nibble Indy's neck. She whimpered as he continued his journey south.

"Peter, you can be a pig later, I'm looking forward to it, but right now, I want an answer to my question which you've been trying really hard to avoid."

Sighing, Parker reluctantly left the warm valley of Indy's chest and moved to sit at the foot of the bed. He'd been dreading questions of this nature from his superhumanly curious colleague. (They've only days ago evolved from being friends-with-mutual-journalistic-ambitions to casual-sex-rabbits, much to the delight of his beaming best friend and room-mate, young billionaire Harry Osborn.)

"What's the big deal, anyway? It's not a hard question. Simple yes or no?"

"I wish things were that simple, Indy," Peter said cryptically.

Indy sat up, hugged him tightly from behind and rested her chin on his left shoulder. "Is this one of those, you're sworn to secrecy not to say, things?"

"Afraid so. Besides, I believe Spiderman does a lot of good for this city. Well...he tries really hard, anyway. Wish people would cut him just a little slack, y'know?" he said sadly.

A companionable silence was shared between them as Peter slowly caressed the soft arms embracing him. He shivered as he felt the taut points of Indy's breasts pressing into his bare back. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the alluring scent that was uniquely Indy's as he groaned softly, leaning into her.

Noting her partner's body language, Indy smiled and started to tenderly kiss Peter's neck. She relished being three years his senior and boldly took the sexual initiative whenever the right moments presented themselves. Most of all, it still amazed her how exceptionally fit Peter was underneath his clothing! Who knew the lanky looking science-nerd-turned-city-news-photographer secretly worked out? Lately, making Parker squirm was her top priority.

"Damn, Peter, it's amazing how sensitive you are. Oh, yeah. Keep moaning like that. Makes me wanna ride you harder," she breathed hotly in his left ear, nipping it for emphasis and grinning in evil delight when his eyes disappeared under his eyelids.

It was amazing how Indy could reduce his mind and body to a happy mass of silly putty, Peter thought to himself giddily. With everything that's been happening lately, he welcomed her generous sexual affections. For five days straight, he'd been functioning on little sleep, his Spiderman alter-ego horrendously busy the second he slipped on his costume after his last class of the day, to just barely making it to his first class the following morning. Even with his superhuman abilities, Peter was sure that he couldn't continue the nasty pace without heavy consequences.

Abruptly, his brooding was halted by his new lover's expert touch, his senses overloading, disintegrating his worries in a bliss-filled haze.

"This city's gone insane!"

"Tell me something I don't know," replied Sgt. Agnes Reyes to her rookie partner, Ted Whittle.

"It's like everybody who ever wanted to be aspiring criminals are banding together and pouring out of the woodwork!" he added incredulously.

"And, I have to admit, if it wasn't for this Spiderman, we'd have to call in the National Guard," she said gratefully.

The rookie looked at his assigned senior officer in disbelief.

"You really believe that costumed lunatic's helping us out?"

"Watch your tongue, boy. That 'costumed lunatic' you're referring to saved my sorry ass a few weeks ago. If it wasn't for him, my brain would've been spray-painted all over Tiffany's and my twin boys would be in foster homes," she shot back.

"Oh. I'm sorry," he said meekly. He turned his head to look out the window at the darkening skyline. He wondered how busy tonight was going to be and prayed he wouldn't get shot or killed.

On cue, their radio dispatcher alerted them to a robbery in progress two blocks away from their current location.

"We have a 10-30 in progress at 85 Broad Street, five suspects, heavily armed. 10-33 reported. 10-45 mobilized. Proceed with caution."

"This is unit three, we're on our way. ETA, ten minutes," Ted responded.

Sgt. Reyes wasted no time, quickly spinning their car around in a loud screech of burning rubber.

Meanwhile, unknown to the NYPD duo, they were shadowed overhead by a streak of blue and red, swinging rapidly from shimmering strands of webbing.

Five figures in bulletproof armor carrying military issue assault rifles filled a large bag with as much cash and jewelry they could extract from the personal safe of senior executive Aaron Gould of Goldman Sachs, who occupied a prestigiously large office on one of the higher floors with a breathtaking view of the city.

"That's it, we've got an entire NYPD army headed our way," a large, stocky man announced, grinning. "You two have fun keeping the blues occupied. Sabe, Bert and I can handle Spiderman."

"I just have to sink one of these into him, Rex," a deep female voice said coolly, holding up a crossbow loaded with ten, tiny, chemical-filled darts.

"My fifty-thousand dollars says she can do it in five shots." Bert said, the others laughing in response.

"I'll double that bet since I can do it in three," Sabe purred back, eliciting loud whistles and excited whoops all around her. "Enough. Let's get moving."

Nodding curtly to each other, they all scattered to their assigned locations.

Spider-sense rang clearly and loudly in his head the second he clung to the 49th floor window of the Goldman Sachs building. Glancing down, Spiderman saw a legion of NYPD officers had arrived below and were slowly surrounding the area. He promptly entered the nearest open window and soundlessly crawled along the walls near the ceiling to try and get a drop on whoever was inside.

This place has one of the most complicated alarm systems money can buy. Not an easy thing to bypass. Perps probably got help from the inside.

Keeping to the shadows, he surveyed the ransacked office suite. In the dim light, he saw that the door to a large, hidden safe was left wide open with money, documents and jewelry messily scattered on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he noted that only half the safe's valuable contents were taken.

This doesn't make any sense. They do an immaculate job of breaking in...then botch up the lute grab?

"Never underestimate the presence of military weaponry, Spiderman," a deep female voice roared out mockingly. She took quick aim with her crossbow and fired a dart aimed for his chest which he easily dodged.

Night-vision goggles!

Twisting and leaping away from a sudden barrage of high-powered rifle rounds to his right side, Spiderman had no time for his usual quips and sarcastic remarks aimed to purposely off-balance his opponents.

Dammit! They're herding me. But towards what?

"That's it, Spiderman, a little to the left," the woman thought to herself as she expertly shot two darts simultaneously at slightly different angles. The second found it's mark.

"OW!" Spiderman yelped, quickly pulling a small metallic dart embedded in his left thigh.

"Gotcha", the woman chuckled to herself. "Let's pack it up, boys!"

Momentarily dazed from the sharp stinging pain on his left thigh muscle, Spiderman marginally missed being hit on the head with a canister of tear gas.

"Hey! Watch where you throw your toys!" Spiderman yelled.

"Amazing. A smart-ass till the very end, aren't you?" the masked woman commented dryly, nimbly dodging a flash of webbing.

"Come on! Chopper's on it's way!" a heavily armored man shouted, running into the room with a gas-mask tightly clamped to his face.

After a deep breath, he resolutely went after the five 'Splinter Cell' rejects, hell-bent on questioning one of them. Perhaps they could shed some light on the recent mayhem the city was experiencing.

A military issue Blackhawk was waiting on the roof, rotors spinning at top speed while quietly hovering a few inches from the landing pad, more than ready to leave at the slightest tap of a key.

Only two of the five armored figures remained for Spiderman to catch: the tough female in white camo gear with a crossbow strapped to her backpack, and a tall, bulky, artillery-clad male. Both were running as fast as they could to catch their ride. Right on their heels was their mission objective, New York's self-proclaimed costumed superhero leaping madly on all fours, trying to overtake them.

"He's within range," announced the Blackhawk copilot.

"Don't kill him. Just maim him a bit," suggested the pilot.

"Yes, sir," a man acknowledged darkly and opened fire.

Desperately seeking any available cover, Spiderman hid behind a steel air vent and watched through narrowed, angry eyes as all five masked figures settled into their Blackhawk to leave just as two NYPD helicopters fell in line behind them. Sighing, he winced and lightly rubbed the bloody wound on his left thigh, the strange dart tightly clasped in his fist.

to be continued

Author's Note:

This multi-chapter fan-fiction story was inspired by 'Spider-man: The New Animated Series' a CGI version of our beloved Superhero that aired on MTV in 1994. I believe re-runs can still be seen to this day and readily available to devout followers via Youtube. (^_^)