Peter’s head was pounding, and not in the “Ow, I have a migraine” kind of way. It was more like the kind of headache you had after going twelve rounds with the Hulk, and to top it off he was soaking wet and had no idea why. As he slowly opened his eyes he found himself laying in a large puddle of water as gray clouds above him unleashed their full watery fury onto him. Confused, he looked around and saw he was on top of the roof a skyscraper in the middle downtown New York, and in full costume.
*Hi. My name is Peter Parker, but you probably know me better as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Fish…* Peter monologued inside his head as he slowly got to his feet. *Wait, wait. That’s not right. Let me try again…*
Peter moved to the edge of the building to get his bearings and crouched down, feeling a little weak in the knees from the pain shooting through his head. *Hi. My name is Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I just made a deal with the devil… There that’s much better.* He monologued sarcastically as he began to remember bits and pieces of what had happened to him.
His Aunt May had been shot and was literally on her deathbed, and no matter what MJ or anyone else told him, Peter knew it had been his fault. Something he couldn’t live with and as a result he went to every super-genius, doctor, mystic, and mad scientists he knew, both good and evil, in an attempt to save her life. But the answer had been the same every time, and his Aunt May seemed doomed to die from a bullet intended for him.
That’s when Mephisto had come t Continue reading