Hey, guys. This is a commision for Mentoria, who had an idea for a Spectacular Spiderman fic. This is only the first chapter, but I hope you like it! =)

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Chapter One

New York City

10:13 PM

A dark figure swooped through the black sky. No star shone above the city, but the moon and streetlights provided enough light to see. The dark figure dropped, landing on top of a low-lying building. Inside, lights were flickering.

The figure crept across the roof, taking care not to make any noise. They came across a ventilation shaft. Opening the grate and looking from side to side, they slipped inside.

Crashing emanated from inside the laboratory. Several windows were already broken, the tables smashed against the walls. Shattered vials and spilled liquids littered the tiled floor. Years and years of research, gone as four people barged their ways through.

"Careful!" one of them snapped. "You might destroy the dimensional capacitor!"

Another snarked, "Oh, really? I don't suppose you could tell us what it looks like, first?"

"It's small." The first one answered, tossing aside a refrigerator like it was made of feathers. "It looks like a computer chip. And if you break it, we'll all be out on a fifty thousand dollar deal."

"Well," the second one said, sliding his hand through a safe and ripping off the door from the inside. He checked the interior, but all that was there was a heavy stack of papers. "That sure clears it up. Where would we be without you, Tracker?"

"Shut up." a deep voice said, coming from a huge, hulking figure behind the Tracker. "You not helping."

"Hey, you shut up," the second voice growled. "I don't see why Tracker even brought you."

"Gravity is very important to our mission," Tracker said, looking through some files but the search was unsuccessful, since they quickly disintegrated. "Without him, we'd be at a disadvantage. However, we might do well without you, Shadow."

"Without me?" Shadow sneered. "Without me you wouldn't be in here at all. The police would be on top of us in a minute if it wasn't for me unlocking the doors from the inside."

"Will both of you be quiet?" a fourth voice hissed, this time female. There was a burst of light and the sound of a metal door being seared in half. "We would have found it already if you two hadn't started arguing. We're wasting enough time as it is. The dimensional capacitor should be in something, already used. Maybe a machine."

"And who made you the boss?" Shadow demanded.

"When I'm the only one who's doing her job," she retorted. "But you're welcome to join me, ladies."

"Hey, don't call me a –" Shadow started, but was interrupted by his rotund partner.

"Silence, the both of you!" Tracker snarled. He turned on them, the black trench coat whipping around his body like a swirling shadow, his thin, lean body making him look like some sort of demonic apparition in the flickering lights. Pointing to each, he ordered, "Shadow, get into anything that can't be destroyed. If you can, disable the security measures and get rid of the cops. Fever, take watch – if anyone comes along, take care of them. Gravity, I want you to smash through those doors. I believe we're close."

"And who said you –" Shadow was about to demand, but a cold look from Tracker silenced him immediately. Tracker responded shortly, "And if anyone complains…I'll deal with you personally."

His orders were met with resolute silence. Shadow didn't complain and Fever stood back from the shreddings of cabinets. Moving to the front of the room, she jumped onto the banisters above, crouching low on the metal so she could peer outside the windows. Silent as the grave, her eyes glittered as the headlights of passing cars flashed by the windows. With one well-aimed finger, a shot of energy burst from her hand and destroyed the light box below. The lab was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Gravity, pushing his way through the cramped space, headed for the double doors at the end of the room. Raising his fists, he smashed them into the metal, creating huge craters but not quite unhinged. Another swing and the doors blew away like delicate leaves in the wind, paving the way for Tracker to enter the next room.

This one was filled with clear boxes and windowed cells for observing specimen and creatures, creating a long hall. Strangely, every single one of them was empty, but Tracker didn't let that bother him. It was one less problem he had to worry about.

At the end of the hall was a large, odd looking machine. Tracker didn't know what it was, nor did he care, but instantly he knew it was what he was looking for. The tugging in his gut told him so. Besides, he wasn't named Tracker for nothing.

Tracker let a small smile grace his pale lips. This was one of the few moments when he allowed himself to show true, unhidden emotion: just at the moment of triumph. That fifty thousand was ripe for picking.

The machine resembled a mushroom, if that mushroom had been cut in half and had electrical energy coursing through it. It emanated a dim glow, casting a yellowish tint on the walls. Tracker approached it, reaching towards the trunk, where it connected to the ground. He traced his fingers across it, searching for the compartment that undoubtedly led to its interior. Scientists wouldn't be foolish enough not to allow themselves maintenance. Of course, they wouldn't make it easy, either.

It took Tracker only a minute to find it, feeling the almost indiscernible disturbance in the smooth metal, indicating a hatch. He tried to pry it open, but it was too tightly sealed. He sighed, the frustration causing a minor annoyance. Tracker turned back down the hall and called, "Shadow!"

"What?" the man asked, peering into the room, looking slightly translucent as though he were still in the process of infiltrating something. "Did you find it?"
"I think so." Tracker nodded, then motioned towards the machine. "But I need your help. It won't open from the outside."

"I'm your man, Tracker," Shadow grinned, his canines unusually pronounced for a man who knew very little on how to protect himself. Solidifying and striding forward, there was a sort or bounce in his step as he approached Tracker, taking pride in that his skills were so dearly needed. This job needed finesse, and Shadow was here to provide it.

Tracker pointed to the place where the hatch was, and Shadow reached out, his fingers sliding through the metal like it was made of pudding. There was a small crack as the hatch was pulled off, revealing an intricate set of wiring and electrical panel underneath. Tracker leaned in, examining it. The hole had to be at least two by two feet – whoever made this was clearly thinking in terms of function instead of efficiency. Either way, it made Tracker's job very easy to find the capacitor. In the center, there was a small, silver compartment. Pressing his fingers against the tiny door, there was a click as it released, revealing a tiny computer chip the size of a quarter. It was shiny and black, nothing fancy. Reaching in, Tracker was just about to take it when slight vibration caught his ear.

He whipped around, alarmed, scanning the area. "Did you hear that?"

Shadow rolled his eyes. "I don't hear anything outside the realms of reality."

Tracker scowled, glaring at his partner. How helpful. Why couldn't his client give him a more useful tool instead of this one? It didn't matter, anyway – Shadow's comment didn't deter him one bit. Something was here. He could feel it.

But there was no other sound, no sign that there was an unwanted visitor crashing their raid. Tracker tried to concentrate, to locate the source, but he had very little to work with. His senses didn't pick anything up. Eventually, he gave up. Perhaps it was a mouse. He doubted it.

Fever was getting impatient up on her perch. She couldn't stand waiting – she wanted things to happen now. And to be reduced to guard duty! That was Gravity's job. She could be much more useful slashing through lead safes or cutting up attackers. It was amazing at all that they got this far –

"Nice view up here, huh?"

Fever jumped, nearly falling off the banister when she heard the voice. Spinning around, she stared in shock as someone (male, as she guessed from the voice) descended upside down from some sort of wire. She couldn't see him in the shadows but she was surprised by how young he sounded. Was this a kid?

But Fever wasn't going to allow herself to be duped. Her hands alighting with energy, she faced him with her fists raised to fire, and demanded, "Who are you?"

"Yes," he said, acting as if he were contemplating his earlier statement. He dropped down from the…string and landed lightly on the banister. "It's not a bad vantage point, although I suppose in your case, it's not the windows you should've been paying attention to."

"I'm giving you one more chance," Fever growled, the glow of her hands casting a stark shadows across her face, making it look rather menacing. "Who are you?"

"Well, that's easy." He said, then took a step forward into the moonlight. "I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count."

"Spiderman!"

"Dang," Spiderman grumbled, snapping his fingers in disappointment. "You're one of the smarter bad guys. And to think I was looking forward to mocking you."

Fever was on the verge of panic. What was she going to do? Policemen were easy. Security guards weren't even a problem. But Spiderman? This was different. She'd heard the stories, all the guys he's dunked, all the baddies he's taken on. Fever wasn't stupid when it came to her battles – she liked to pick the fights she knew she could win. And alone against Spiderman? She was as good as arrested.

Instead of attacking him, Fever cried, "Its Spiderman! He's here!"

There were exclamations in the other room, but Fever didn't have time to relay any more information before Spiderman swung a kick at her. She stumbled back, the thin banister almost making her fall again. Taking initiative, she ducked a punch and swiped her clawed hands at his face. Spiderman yelped as the searing heat nearly came into contact with his face. "Hey, watch the threads!"

Spiderman retaliated with a powerful round house kick, saying, "Do you have any idea how long it takes to patch these things up? Let me tell you, fighting bad guys is a lot faster."

Fever grunted when she landed, rolling on the ground as Spiderman dropped down beside her. Stumbling to her feet, she heard the pounding feet of her comrades behind her. A feeling of relief swept over her, and she told him, "You're outnumbered, Spiderman. What hope do you have at stopping us?"

"A pretty big one, now that you mention it," Spiderman replied cheerfully, dodging a flying tray thrown at him, then asked, "So, who do you work for? Goblin? The Big Man?"

"We don't work for anyone," Tracker growled, unhappy at the sudden turn of events. Suddenly, the mission became a bit more difficult. But not impossible. Outside he could hear approaching sirens. "But I'm sure our clients wouldn't mind paying extra once the Spiderman is out of their hair."

"So, neither the Goblin or the Big Man." Spiderman guessed, ducking a blow from Shadow, then tossing him aside when his back was turned. "Since they're bald. And crazy."

Tracker felt a trace of a smirk on his lips. Foolish spider.

"Hmm," Spiderman jumped back and flung a table out in front of him, protecting himself as Fever's clawed hands sliced through the metal, the edges singeing. "I'm not liking that grin on your face. Wait, don't tell me! Is it that creep Osborne?"

Tracker allowed himself a tiny chuckle. "Osborne hasn't a clue."

"A clue?" Spiderman half-yelped as Gravity attempted to crush him, jumping onto the wall and flipping over the brute's head. "So you're not one of the guys he sent out to distract me?"

"Distract you?" Shadow stared at him. "From what?"

"Crime." Fever said, rolling her eyes. "Duh. We don't work for the Big Man."

"Then why are you here?" Spiderman asked, shooting a glob of web at Shadow, but was stunned to find that it went through him. That was new. These guys were smarter than the average super-powered thug.

Gravity, Fever, and Shadow surrounded him, Tracker slipping away. Spiderman shouted, but suddenly realized that the number of opponents had doubled. Blinking in surprise, Spiderman stared as three more hulking versions of the biggest one were on either side of him. All at once they lunged at him.

"Whoa, there!" Spiderman jumped into the air, over their heads. Sticking to the ceiling, he watched as the guy in the trench coat made his way into the other room. But before he could make it there, Spiderman shot a string of web from one wall to the other, effectively tripping the man as he entered the doorway. There was a cry of shock as he tumbled inside.

"Tracker!" Fever called, whipping around and going after him. She wasn't quite sure what made her so worried. Maybe it was the idea of him getting hurt, or Spiderman being an incredibly difficult and clever opponent, or she just needed a reason to get out of the fight. Jumping over the improvised trip wire, she went in after Tracker.

Shadow sneered at her, thinking that her concern for a jerk like Tracker was stupid and rather unhelpful. He figured they still had a chance to take down Spiderman, though. Besides, how could Spiderman catch him if he was intangible?

Spiderman couldn't figure these guys out. They were too organized, too sinister to be anything the Big Man cooked up. And Goblin never teamed up or hired supers. Who could they be working for and what would they want to do with this place?

That's when he noticed something in Shadow's hand. It was a tiny black object, something he kept dropping every time he became insubstantial. Looking around, Spiderman saw a decent-sized stool in a corner. Using his web, he slung it with all his might at Shadow. "Head's up!"

Shadow gasped, and managed to phase just in time from being knocked over. Unfortunately, he lost his grip on the capacitor and it clinked to the ground. But just as he was about to bend over and pick it up, it was snatched away. "Hey!"

"Finders keepers," Spiderman laughed, jumping away from Shadow. "Although, I suppose it already belonged to someone – does that still count?"

"Hand it over, Spiderman," Shadow demanded.

"I have a better idea," he said, then took a step back and threw back his arm. "Fetch!"

Shadow watched as the chip sailed through the air and into the other room. Forgetting Spiderman, he ran after it. There was no way he was going to lose it now! Tracker would kill him! And he'd be out on half a million bucks!

Only Gravity was left, still divided into three of himselves. They all turned to Spiderman at once, after finally untangling themselves.

"Oh, hey now," Spiderman raised his hands in surrender. "Let's not all team up on Spidey at once."

The duplications didn't listen. Instead, they charged.

Spiderman forced himself to wait, although his spidey sense was screaming at him to get out of the way. But he knew what he was doing. One Mississippi…Two Mississippi…three!

At the last possible second, Spiderman threw himself out of the way. The ground shook as all three Gravity's freight-trained past, and there were cries as they crashed inside the other room. The ground shook some more, and there was the sound of something breaking, some more screams, then silence.

Complete, utter silence.

Spiderman wasn't quite sure what had happened. Why did everything get suddenly so quiet? Was this some sort of trick the bad guys were playing on him? It didn't sound so far off, but it wasn't like they had a whole lot of time to plan. And a sudden stampede of 300 pound brutes tended to leave a damper on things.

Spiderman counted to thirty before he got up, wary of what was going to happen next. He peeked into the next room, wondering if an ambush was waiting for him. "Alright, guys, enough playing games! You can't –"

He stopped midsentence, startled by what he found. Amidst the rubble and broken down walls, there lay….nobody. "…Hide forever?"

The room was completely empty, devoid of any bag guys whatsoever. Even the duplications had suddenly disappeared. The only thing left standing was the strange mushroom machine at the back, still shining its eerie light. How could they have gotten away?

Spiderman wasn't too concerned, however. It's happened before, and in stranger cases. Maybe. But when he found the black computer chip lying harmlessly on the ground, he decided it could've been a lot worse. Picking it up, he wondered why something so small was so important. What did it even do, anyways?

He slipped it into his pocket. He could ask later, while investigating. So maybe he didn't nab the bad guys, but at least they didn't get what they wanted. In other words, a job well done. Slipping out of the building and evading the police, Spiderman was pleased with himself.

And besides, he had homework to catch up on.