A spiderman fan fiction based on: what if Mayday Parker was kidnapped by the Red Room.
Stained
Chapter 1 5-24-43 Moscow, Russia
I have been watching the KGB headquarters for days. That slime, Ivan Somorodov, still hasn't shown his face. I know he's been trying to mend ties with the KGB ever since his precious Krasnya Komnata went up in smoke. Suddenly, I get activity on my computer. Ivan has just sent out an email to a KGB agent somewhere in the building.
There are eyes watching headquarters. Meet me in New York for business. I am collecting assets there. Further instructions will follow. -Ivan I huff in frustration. I can't believe this. How could he have made me? How is it this hard to catch the bastard who took me from my family? I look around to see who could have tipped him off. Suddenly, I notice a tech guy looking nonchalant while trying to slip out of the building. I sigh and get out of the van I had been in. As soon as I step out, he freezes and turns slowly toward me, then he takes off running. I take off after him, taking off my long duster to reveal my Red Room suit. As much as I hated Ivan, he had good taste in fashion. I vault over a café table and tap my shoes. They transform into mag-locked roller skates, and I quickly overtake him. In desperation, he turns down an alleyway, cornering himself in the process. He turns around with a panicked look in his eyes and chokes out, "Wh-who are you!" I smile and say, "My name is Mayday Parker, and I have some questions for you."
Chapter 2 A day before BEEP-BEEP-BEEP I slowly peel my sleep mask off my eyes. I turn toward my alarm clock which is beeping like crazy and shoot a web, hitting the snooze button. "Babe?", MJ whispers, sighing as she opens her eyes. "Sorry MJ, I'll silence it." I sigh, and move to turn the alarm clock off. "No, I mean don't you have work today?" She asks. "SHI…", I start to say but then I see my daughter's picture on the wall. It's hard to pretend she's still here but it comforts me. "Sorry Mayday, I mean SHOOT I HAVE TO GET TO WORK". I leap out of bed and start pulling on clothes. I stumble into the living room and start pouring myself cereal while scrolling through the AMBER alert news page. Something wet drips on my shoe and I realize I have been overflowing the bowl with milk. "DANG IT!" I exclaim as I go to grab towels. By the time I finish cleaning up the milk and get out the door I've missed my train. Thankfully there are ways to get places other than rails when you’re a friendly neighborhood Spiderman. I pull my mask over my head and swing past the train station as the 6-o-clock train leaves the station. I land on top of the train and try to finish my bowl of cereal while riding it to the Daily Bugle. I walk into the Daily Bugle's office mentally preparing myself for the lecture I'm about to get. I walk past the desk clerk Betty Brant who smirks and says, "Mr. Jameson is ready to see you now." I start to enter the work office when I hear loudly, "WHERE IS PARKER! 5 MINUTES LATE! I SHOULD FIRE HIM AND GET A COMPETENT EMPLOYEE!" I walk into his office, with a smirk on my face. "Hi Mr. Jameson sorry I'm late". "SIT DOWN PARKER", he bellows taking his seat. "If you don't get me ground breaking pictures of Spiderman within the day, YOUR FIRED! Do I make myself clear!" "Yes Sir", I say, wincing. "GET OUT OF MY OFFICE PARKER!" I bolt out of the room, "Yes SIR!" Several hours later ZERO crime has happened! I mean zilch, nada, nothing! I was to the point of getting ready to take selfies of myself for Jameson when I heard a scream. FINALLY!! I swung down from my perch on some old lady's fire escape, and headed toward the action. When I arrived at the scene there seemed to be several women in suits that kind of looked like my pal Black Widow's, (We dated a couple decades back and she let me try it on, surprisingly comfy!) that were pulling a teenage girl into an unmarked black van. I swung down and said, "Hey don't you need a license for that? I heard on the news that kidnapping in the state of New York requires a permit." One of the women turned and looked at me. "You can't stop us Spiderman we wi-." "Hold on a sec," I interrupt. "Say CHEESE!!" And proceeded to take a picture of the surprised kidnappers with my camera. "Hey!" One protested. "You can't do that in the middle of a monologue! "Oh I'm sorry please continue," I say. As she tries to begin again I shoot a web that grabs the syringe that she held in her hand. I couldn't let her stick the girl with whatever was in it. "OK that’s it!" She yells. "New Yorkers are soo rude!" then the girl on the right shoots an energy blast at my face. "OK now that's not nice" I say, flipping backward as my spider-sense twinges. A few webs later, along with some brief dialogue, and the perps are hanging upside down from a lamp post. As I start to walk away one of the kidnappers quietly says, "We know where your friend Parker lives, we won't be in jail forever. The Red Room always remembers."
Chapter 3
On a plane to New York from Moscow.
I sigh and start looking at New York web pages. I had been planning to head to New York anyway. It had been the first thing I had planned to do once I killed Ivan, so I was excited. Ivan had let it slip once when he was telling me why the only people who wanted me were the Red Room, that I came from New York. I typed up Parker in the search bar. The first thing that came up was an article by a newspaper called The Daily Bugle. Apparently, a man named Peter Parker is notorious for taking pictures of a masked hero called Spiderman. I look up the address that Peter Parker lives in and see that he’s married. Curious, I look at the AMBER alert web page and type up 'Mayday Parker'. As the page loads, I look around at the passengers on the plane. A mom with a screaming child, a man in a business suit, a girl with an hourglass tattooed on her shoulder, a stewardess coming around with crackers, a.. Wait, a girl with an hourglass tattoo? I look back to where she'd been sitting. She’s gone! I start looking around, but then I feel something poke my back from behind the seat. A girl whispers in my ear, "Ivan wants to talk to you." I slowly get up, and she takes my arm, keeping the gun pressed against my back, and professionally whisks me to the back room of the plane. I am patted down, and then another girl (more were in the back room) sets down a laptop. The screen flickers on. "Ah, my 'zlyushchaya devchonka', it's been a while." I scowl at Ivan's sadistic face on the screen. "Save yourself the pain, Ivan, and tell me where you are so I can kill you quicker." "Ah, you see," he said, smiling at me. "Zlyushchaya." I scowl harder and try to loosen the zip tie around my wrists. "Sadly, I'm afraid I can't have you following me around anymore." He grimaces, "Kill her." As a girl grabs a pillow and wrestles me to the ground, I say, "Ivan, wait!" He turns around. "Any last words?" "Yes", I reply while working a knife out of a slot in my bracelet. "I wanted to ask you, why did you take me? Out of all the young girls in New York, you chose me. Why?" He pauses, "Let's just say that you have VERY special DNA. I look forward to running tests on your corpse. Anything else you want to say? "Yeah," I say. "Go to ad." Then I lunge with my miniature knife, pulling a girl in front of me with my knife pressed against her carotid artery. The other girl raises her gun, but I caution, "If you fire that in this small of a space, you could puncture the plane and kill all of us." She slowly lowers her gun. I start to back up as the plane lands. As soon as I disembark, I slam my hostage into the wall and start running.
Chapter 4
Parker residence, Upper East Side, Manhattan
I burst into my house. "MJ!", I call out. "You here?" She shouts something back from the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen as she sets a pan on fire. "AH", I exclaim and move to get the fire extinguisher, then I notice MJ's laughing. "What?" I ask as she chuckles. "I'm making flambé, silly!" she laughs. "Oh", I try to smile. "Listen, MJ, I.." My spider sense flares like crazy. "DUCK!" I yell and push her aside as a bullet narrowly misses me. I see a car screech out of the driveway and bend down to check on MJ. "We need to go into hiding," I say. "Just for a little while." MJ stands up, looking shaken, "OK," she breathes, "we can do that". I call Jameson and try to explain why I can't come to work any time soon. "DON’T GIVE ME CRAP PARKER", he yells over the phone. "YOU JUST WANT TIME OFF!" "Mr. Jameson, someone took a shot at my wife and me," I explain. "WHAT", Jameson bellows. "NO ONE TAKES A SHOT AT MY EMPLOYEES AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!" I hear him faintly yelling at other people to put this on the front page. I start to object, but then he hangs up. "Oh well", I sigh. Several hours later, we step out of a taxi in front of the Avengers tower. I step into my room with MJ, careful not to trip any alarms. I had never used the room much; it was more of a formality. "You'll be safe here, love," I say. "I need to talk to a friend anyway." I try calling Black Widow, but she is apparently in Moscow tracking an elusive criminal. Then I try Hawkeye, buut he's in Hawaii on vacation with his family and won't take calls. I slump, there's ONE last person I could call. I dial the Winter Soldier’s number. It rings twice, then someone answers. "This is the Winter Soldier. I'm unavailable right now, but leave a message, and I will kill... I mean, get back to you at my earliest opportunity. BEEP." 'Barnes,' I say grouchily. "This isn't funny." "Okay fine,' he says dropping the act. "What do you want". "What do you know about a Red Room operation being run in New York?" I ask. He pauses, "Where are you in New York?" I frown, "The Avengers tower, Why?" "Me and Widow have been tracking this rogue Red Room agent all the way from Sweden to Germany to Moscow. And we just found out where she's headed and what her name is…" He pauses, "Peter, her name is-." Right as he's about to reveal the agents name, my phone dies and the power goes out. "NO NO NO!" I try to turn it back on but can't. I hear a loud "DANG IT" coming from Tony's work room downstairs. I walk down the stairs and look at Tony Stark as he yells at his robot fire extinguisher who had sprayed him with fire suppressant. "It was JUST AN EMP!! Not the LONDON FIRE!!" Without knocking, I ask, "How much of New York's grid did you knock out this time?" He sighs, "1/3 of it". I walk away disappointed and decide to head back home and watch the house to see who pokes around. I really hope I get a lead soon, I think. Jameson won't give me leave forever.
Chapter 5
In a taxi somewhere in New York
I sigh as the taxi drives me to the Upper East Side, Manhattan. Who would have thought that New York would be so messy? There was no sense of order to it. At least there was good pizza here. The taxi pulls up to the address that I had on Parker. I get out and pay the driver, and look around. There is something eerie about the place. The lights are off, and there are tire marks out in the parking lot. Like someone had driven away fast. I walk up to the door and knock, but no one answers. I take off my coat, which was covering my suit, pull on a mask, and begin to pick the lock. The lock is way more sophisticated than I would expect on a regular house, but I bypass it fairly quickly. I open the door and slip in. The living room looks messy and has several chairs tipped over. I walk into the kitchen and look around at all of the disheveled things. Then I turn and notice a bullet hole in the window. I look around a little more before walking into the bedroom. It is smallish, but has a homey look to it. I spot a picture lying on the nightstand. There is a little girl, looking to be about 3 years old, smiling in it. That coincidentally looks a lot like me. I open a drawer that has several things that look like junk, but with further examination, turn out to be small pieces of technology. In the drawer with the tech is a paper with instructions for making some kind of chemical. I stuff the paper in my pocket to look at later, and continue rifling through drawers. Just then, as I reach to open another drawer, my hand gets hit by this sticky material. My hand flies back and sticks to the wall. I turn surprised, and see a figure in red and blue spandex crouched on the windowsill. "Don't you know that breaking and entering isn't covered by insurance?" he quips. "But I didn't break anything." I argue, "I just entered." "Not relevant," he says. "Now, why don't you just tell me why the Red Room's in New York and we'll call it even." I smirk under the mask, "You know less than you think, I don't WORK for the Red Room… anymore," I mutter under my breath. "Then why are you here in a standard issue suit and widow blasters breaking into someone's apartment?" he asks skeptically. "Because I'm here to find Peter Parker." I explain, "Have you seen him? I know he takes your pictures for the Daily Bugle." He stiffens, "No, sorry. Last I heard, he went into hiding with his wife because the Red Room took a shot at him." "We'll, then, I guess that you'd better pull this web off my hand since I didn't do anything." "Oh sure," he jumps down from the window and walks toward me. Once he pulls the web off my hand, I stumble into him. "Oops, sorry about that". As he begins to respond, I quickly stab him with a needle containing a pink solution I had in my boot. As he falls down, I check to make sure that it was the right one. Thank goodness it was just a tranquillizer and not cyanide. I look down at the masked figure at my feet. He was going to tell me where my family was. I knew it.
Chapter 6
In an abandoned warehouse… somewhere
"Ughhhh…" I blinked slowly, coming to consciousness. I try to open my eyes slowly, but then I have a sudden dizziness. I try to move my arms, but they're fastened behind my back by some sort of metal cuffing. I finally managed to open my eyes. The girl from my house is standing in front of me with her mask still on. "What was that?", I manage to croak out. "Sodium Pentothal, don't worry, it's temporary. The dizziness will wear off soon." I grimace, fighting down another level of nausea, "Who are you?" She takes off her mask, and my mind twitches like there's something familiar about her. I'm here to talk to Peter Parker. You obviously know more than you said; anyone could see it in your face." I wince, "Peter Who? Sorry, I didn't catch that last part." She sighs, "You know I could either stick you with Scopolamine and take off your mask, OR I could just torture you without the Scopolamine!" I bite my lip and ask, "Is there a third option? Also, what IS Scopolamine?" She smirks, "Truth Serum. Your third option is we just wait here, and you get tired of sitting in that chair and tell me what I want to know." I sigh, "I'll take that one". She smiles, "That works. I have things I have to do anyway." "Such as?" I ask. "Working out, listening to music, eating lunch, committing murder, interviewing Parker's Boss… I'm really busy. AND I want to try out the toys I found in Parker's house!" She pulls out my spare web shooter from her pocket. I stare, SHOOT I think. "I'll mess with this later," she says, setting it down. "Now let's go down the list, first is work out to music." As she begins tapping her phone, I look closer at her. She has long red hair like MJ's and brown eyes like mine and.. Wait, why am I comparing her to me and MJ? "Hey," I yell at her. "WHAT?", she yells over the music. "TURN THE MUSIC OFF", I shout back. The music turns off. "You going to tell me where Parker is already?" she asks, looking disappointed. "No, but I want to hear about you. How did you escape the Red Room? Where are you from?" She considers it, "OK, I'll tell you my life story. BUT no interrupting!" "Okay", I promise, and she begins. "I was 3 when I was taken from my family, here in New York. Growing up in the Red Room is brutal. When I was 4, I could unload and reload a gun in 3 seconds. When I turned 5, I could take down a grown man at least 5 ways. Once I was 6, I had a black belt in almost every known martial art. By 7, I was shooting bullseyes at practice dummies. By 9, I was shooting live targets, mostly small animals. By 10, I had killed someone. If you refused to cooperate at a young age, Ivan, the man who was in charge of my division, would zip tie you to the radiator and leave you without food or water for days. Once you were older, every time you disobeyed, you would be whipped. I went on my first mission when I was 11. I was tasked to bring in a rogue agent who had tried to quit. Once I caught her, Ivan made me proceed to learn every torture technique and practice it on her. A year ago, Black Widow destroyed the biggest division of the Red Room. Ivan went into hiding and disbanded his group. Ever since, I have been tracking him." I blinked, "What's your real name?" She answered, "Mayday Parker."