Amazing Spider-Man #529: The Other End-Parts Part 1

Times Square, New York (Araña Narrates)

You truly never know how bad a day can be until you experience something like this. My name is Anya Corazon, the super-heroine Araña. Today is pretty sad. I just learned today that my idol, Spider-Man, just died. I couldn’t believe it.

Flashback

I was swinging through the city skyline of Times Square in Manhattan. I always love coming here to see all the lights and different things going on. It’s a lot different for me to get around the see then the way Spidey did it. Instead of using webbing like he does I use this special grappling-hook I made called a bola. I used it to land at my usual thinking place and looked upon the area. It was a few moments until I saw on the big television screen in the center of Times Square, a news report being broadcasted.

“This is Maria Santangelo reporting for WNBC channel four,” she says. “It has been reported that only hours ago the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man has passed away. Only this photograph of fellow hero Iron Man carrying his fallen body has been taken as proof of his passing. No one knows the true identity of Spider-Man and the members of the superhuman community are making it so that we never will.”

“WHAT,” I yell through the area. “But he…he can’t be…oh God who’s gonna stop all his enemies now? Sure there’s Captain America and Iron Man roaming around, but who’s gonna go deep into the city? Walk into the sewers to fight the Lizard? Or go toe-to-toe against the creepiest of villains while they’re busy off on some big time mission?”

Yeah, I’ve been told about the adventures Captain America and Iron Man go on. And the X-Men they fight people like Magneto and the Brotherhood of Mutants. Who’s gonna protect the families from the freaks on the street?

Brooklyn, New York

After I heard the news I decided to go home. There was nothing happening on the street anyways. I live here in Brooklyn with my father Gilberto. A long time ago he moved us here after my mama died.

“Papa I’m home,” I say. “Papa?”

“Anya, in here,” he says from the kitchen.

“So you are home,” I ask.

“Yes, but I can’t stay for long,” he says. “It’s a busy news day and I have to get back on my assignment.”

“Okay,” I say. “Just don’t get yourself into trouble.”

“Me,” he asks. “I would never!”

“Sure, Papa if you say so,” I reply.

As I walk away he says something, “Oh, something arrived earlier today for you. It’s a box I placed in your room.”

“What is it,” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he says. “Remember, you told me never to go through your things?”

“Oh, sure…,” I reply. “Thanks. Be safe out on the street!”

So I walk into my room and there sits a box on my bed. It says to Anya Corazon with my address right under, but there’s no return address or who sent it. I find some scissors and open the box. In the box is a letter on top of two metallic objects that seem like bracelets with ten small containers to their side. I open the letter and read.

From your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man,

After meeting you I always knew you could be a great hero, only to be a spider you need to have more then just a rope with a hook on the end. These two metallic wristbands are called Web-Shooters. I have no use for them anymore since the whole organic-webbing thing. They are used by inserting web-cartridges in the slot which goes under your palm. Press the button to fire out webbing. I have also placed ten spare cartridges in the box and on the back of this letter is the formula to make the web-fluid. If you’ve received this now, it means that I’m dead and I’m leaving you to take my place.

Sincerely,
Spidey

I don’t believe it… He wants me to take up the mantle of Spider-Man, but as Araña. Damn it… WHY’D YOU HAVE TO DIE!! This must be his last joke on the world.

Manhattan, New York—Stark Tower

At this point I still didn’t know that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, but he knew my secret identity. Oh, God, how bad am I at hiding it? Well, this is Stark Tower. It became the home of Peter and his family when his apartment was destroyed along with his aunt’s house by one of his enemies, don’t know who it was, some guy who looked like the Molten Man.

“Tony, we can’t just do that,” says Steve Rogers better known as Captain America. “How would we account for Peter’s death? Besides this decision is up to Mary Jane and May and them alone.”

“Yes, but this would be to protect them from the enemies Spider-Man has gained over the years,” replies Tony Stark better known as Iron Man.

“It’s not our decision,” says Steve turning to the Parker family. “What do you want?”

“Peter was a hero,” says Mary Jane fighting back her tears. “I think I speak for both of us when I say he should be remembered as such. He would want us to stay safe so he will only be known as Spider-Man at his funeral.”

“If that’s what you want, then we will make the arrangements,” says Tony.

It was then when the alarm went off.

“What is that,” asks May Parker.

“The alarms, May,” replies Jarvis the Avengers’ butler. “Stay here while they go check it out.”

“It’s on the top floor,” says Tony.

Captain America, Iron Man, Luke Cage, and Spider-Woman head to the top floor to find what’s responsible for the alarms going off. They get up there.

“Isn’t that the room where the body is,” asks Jessica Drew.

“Oh, no,” replies Steve.

Luke Cage runs ahead of them and smashes through the door.

“Ahh, you could have used the doorknob,” says Tony.

Cap walks into the room.

“Is the body okay,” he asks looking at the table it was placed on. “Still there…?”

“The window is opened,” says Jessica.

“Who would break in here and not take anything,” asks Luke.

Cap and Iron Man just look at each other, while the other two stare at the window and the blowing curtains.

Brooklyn, New York

I went a couple blocks down the street and went into a vacant alleyway to change into my costume. If I’m really gonna use these things I better get to practice.

“Hmm, I can fit these web-shooters under my gloves and if I make a little hole under the palm I can fire the webbing through,” I say to myself.

That’s exactly what I do. I place my hands on the wall to my left and begin to move upwards. I get a third of the way up and use my legs to force me into the air. I leap from that wall to the building behind me.

“So all I do is press this button,” I say to myself, yeah I talk to myself a lot.

THWIP!

A strand of webbing hits the building across the street from me.

“Well I hope this works,” I say.

I jumped off the roof and prayed I wouldn’t crash into something. I opened my eyes to see that I was swinging through the area.

“Okay, going good so far,” I say.

I point my other hand towards another building.

THWAP!

Okay so this isn’t too bad. I can see why he liked it so much. I see a flagpole on the side of a building and shoot webbing at it. I grab hold of this strand with both hands and use it to propel me up and flip backwards on to the flagpole. I get a good grip on the pole and look down upon Brooklyn.

“This is better then using the bola,” I say. “I don’t have to worry about losing it.”

While I enjoy my time in the air the sirens of police cars roar down below.

“Looks like play time is over,” I say.

Oh, aren’t police chases fun? I lower myself from the skyline and move closer to a car with two masked men in it. I land on the hood of the car, smashing it into the engine causing the car to spin out of control. Hmm, I wonder if the engine could have exploded. If so then I’m lucky because I don’t smell anything burning. I sit on the hood while examining my fingernails.

“Hope you don’t mind me hitching a ride,” I laugh.

Meanwhile…

This is the one place old Spidey must have hated. The Daily Bugle, owned by the egotistical J. Jonah Jameson, has been bashing Spider-Man’s name since day one. Usually the building is a busy place, with people running around and a lot of yelling coming from J.J.J. However, today the building is silent.

One of the reporters here, Ben Urich, sits at his desk reading the latest paper of the Bugle. On it is the title “Spider-Man: No More!” Sure Jameson loved the title this morning, but now he realized something. With Spider-Man gone he has no one to insult in his paper anymore. He can longer look like a big shot with his anti-Spider-Man articles. Also to make things worse for him, no one has bought the paper today.

“Well, he’s finally done it,” says Urich. “He’s brought the paper down to a new low.”

“Yeah, maybe we should consider finding jobs at the Daily Globe,” says the reporter known as Kat Farrell.

“You know you’re not supposed to mention that paper in here,” says Robbie walking up to the two.

“What was Jonah thinking,” asks Urich.

“I’ve learned to stop asking that question along time ago,” says Robbie.

“Spider-Man was protecting people from some lunatic in a black trench coat,” says Urich. “And he gave his life to stop him.”

“You ought to know by now that something like that doesn’t mean anything to him,” says Robbie. “I’ll agree with you that it’s wrong. I’ll even agree that it’s bad that he’s gone now. This city is gonna need someone to help stop these villains.”

Some random guy runs into the room.

“Hey, there’s some girl swinging from the rooftops like Spider-Man in Brooklyn,” says the guy.

“What,” asks Jameson finally exiting his office. “What did you just say?”

“There’s some girl swinging around like Spider-Man,” says the guy. “She’s some new heroine calling herself Arana.”

“You mean Araña, there’s an accent on the n,” says Kat.

“Who cares how she spells her name,” yells Jameson. “I want someone out there now following the girl!”

Brooklyn, New York

“Excuse me,” yells a reporter.

“Spider-Girl, over here,” yells another reporter.

“It’s not Spider-Girl, its Araña,” I say. “Jeez, Miguel’s not gonna be happy about this.”

Not many people knew about me. I’ve been working for this group called Webcorps, which is a front name for real group called the Spider Society. I was recruited to be the Hunter of the clan and Miguel is the mage who is sort of my sidekick. He told me never to reveal myself to the media. He won’t be to happy when he sees this.

“Hey, there’s a report in, that one of Spider-Man’s old villains is on the loose,” says a random reporter.

Everyone looks at me. I guess they all assume I would go stop him.

“Which one is it,” I ask.

“The Scorpion, only he’s not the Scorpion anymore,” says the reporter. “He calls himself Venom now.”

“Oh, joy,” I mutter.

I found out where to go and headed off. All I can think the entire time is that it’s Venom that I have to fight.

Manhattan

The villain known as Venom, or the third Venom to some, walks below the docks.

“They will not take us back,” says Venom. “Must hide and pull us back together.”

He runs off to find a place to hide. What he didn’t notice was under the docks, above his head, was a large cocoon made of webbing. Inside you can sort of see the form of a man.

Somewhere, Location Unknown

The supposed dead Peter Parker walks around a strange forest.

Where am I? I thought I was dead? Oh, God please don’t tell me this is the after life.

Peter continues to walks around.

“Where am I,” he yells through out the forest.

In the trees above a dark figure moves around following Peter. The figure comes out and appears to be an evil-looking version of Spider-Man.

“It’s time for the spider to take over,” says the Dark Spider-Man.

To be continued…

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