<b>Enter The Spider</b><br/><br/><i>NYPD Holding cell<br/>
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</div><br/>“Parker!” The Police Guard called out. “Get your ass up! Your bails been posted.”<br/><br/>A attractive young man in a T shirt with blood on it rolled off of his cot. Instead of hitting the ground he shifted moving pretty damn fast as he landed on his feet. He rose slowly his body twisting in intricate ways suggesting dancers background. He kept twisting, until finally he felt a pop as his back ache from the hard cot eased. Large nimble hands ran through his luxurious brown hair as he made it stick up slightly.<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I must be going fine gentleman,” Benjamin Hardy Parker said bowing to those in the cell. “I thank you all for the glorious night of revelry and good conversation. You lot might be a variable bevy of scoundrels but I wish you the best of luck! Dave don’t forget what I told you about tax trading and Bone Crusher make sure you go and see my man when you get out about that rash on your bum!”<br/><br/>With that he moved to the doors whistling as he did. The others inside of the cell called out to him as he left. He always made friends wherever he went it seemed… not that he was complaining. One might think there was nothing of worth in the bowels of Manhattans holding cells but he always found a few diamonds in the rough… or maybe a more accurate metaphor was truffles in pig shit?<br/><br/>“All my money better be there man,” He said reaching out as he went through outtake. “I worked my ass off ALMOST quite literally for that.”<br/><br/>Ladies night at club Essexxx always brought in the big bucks. Sure the ladies tended to get a little handsy but the scratches on his ass made him look dangerous for the ladies. He liked to vary the stories he gave depending on the type of woman he brought home. The more outlandish that he could convince them of the better!<br/><br/>“I’m a stripper.” He said flatly when he saw the policemen’s weird look at the ball of dollar bills.<br/><br/>“Uh huh.” The officer said pushing the singles over to him along with his phone and his web shooters. Thank god THOSE were finger print locked. His Aunt would have killed him if the police got into that tech. He pretended they weren’t anything special as he slipped them onto his wrist and waved good bye to the guy behind the heavy-duty window. For a second (just a second he wore) he was tempted to put his fist through it just to see his reaction. Eventually though he let his childish idea pass.<br/><br/>Instead he walked out of the police precinct, leather jacket swung over his broad shoulder. The mid-morning sun greeted him and caused him to winced. Digging into the pocket’s he pulled out his dad’s old glasses and slid them on over his face. They polarized and second later through the special speakers on the tips near his ear he heard the voice of his AI come online.<br/><br/>“Good morning Ben,” FARADAY said her tone happy. “Are you well?”<br/><br/>“Couldn’t be better Fara,” Ben said moving down the steps. “Auntie not to pissed at me is she?”<br/><br/>“Auntie can hear you.” A breathy voice tinged with anger came on over the COM. “Hurry up will you?”<br/><br/>He turned his head to the left. There waiting was his Aunt Mj leaning against her red convertible with her arms folded and a pair of large sunglasses. That combined with her floppy sunhat provided her a modicum of disguise from those walking down the street. Despite that she was starting to get a couple of curious stares. People were placing her, realizing that one Hollywood’s top actresses was right in front of them. He moved to her quickly and by the time he reached the passenger side door she was back in the driver’s seat waiting for him.<br/><br/>“I can explain…” He started to say as she smoothly turned on the car and pulled out.<br/><br/>“Save it,” Aunt Mj said shaking her red locks. “I’m sure you have a perfectly good reason for stealing from the senator.”<br/><br/>“He was-“<br/><br/>“Save it Ben,” She said weaving through traffic. “When you dropped out of MIT I thought this was only a phase, when you told me you were going to be a stripper I said fine, and when you started appearing in costume I thought things were finally going to change.”<br/><br/>“I told you I was just trying it out,” Ben shot back shifting in his seat. “I get it… I get what dad was about but look where it got him.”<br/><br/>Mary Jane’s lips pressed in a firm line. “Benjamin Parker…. You will NOT talk about your father and my husband that way. Your father BELIEVED in being a hero.”<br/><br/>“Yeah,” Ben said putting his head back. “Look where that got him.”<br/><br/>“It got you with me you mook,” Mary Jane said reaching out and placing a hand on the top of his head and ruffling his hair. “Lord knows I tried to keep you on the straight and narrow.”<br/><br/>“Yeah yeah,” Ben said a smile pushing up the corner of his mouth. “So what do you want? You told me you wouldn’t bail me out after the last time.”<br/><br/>“Right…” Mary Jane said turning to him. “About that!”<br/><br/>“I got a job for you.”