Peter Parker evolves into role of Protector of Manehattan as the Spectacular Spider-Mane
Peter Parker juggles the responsibility of young adulthood as well as the responsibility of protecting Manehattan as the Spectacular Spider-Mane. But he soon becomes an essential hero of Equestria as well as reuniting and gaining feelings for a certain princess.
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Ah, Manehattan. Lots of ponies would say that it was the loudest and busiest city in all of Equestria. That all the hustle and bustle of the streets were endless. And it was all true. But there was more to city than most ponies believed. Some would say that there it was also a city with crime.
Like what was currently happening for instance.
On the streets of Manehattan in the mid evening, 4 crooks, who had briefcases of stolen bits, were making a complete break for it with a few officers trailing behind them. Ponies, who were out and about, were quite surprised by what was transpiring.
However, unbeknownst to everypony below, a figure was high above following the crooks. It galloped so fast across buildings that nopony noticed.
'Looks like its showtime', they thought before jumping down.
As the crooks made it through crowds of ponies, one of the officers caught up to one of the crooks and tackled him to the ground. Unfortunately, he hadn't accounted for the briefcase as the crook used it to his advantage and smacked the officer right across the face.
The crook started beating the cop with the briefcase repeatedly when suddenly, he felt something latch onto his back and yanked him into an alleyway.
The officer looked into the alleyway in confusion hearing the sounds of punching and grunts of pain. He then heard heavy breathing and looked up to the same crook hanging on a poll, tied up in webbing.
The officer smiled, now knowing who it was. "Well, by Celestia, I'll be damned."
Many blocks ahead, the other 3 crooks were still on the move, unware of what had happened from behind them. They had passed through the back of restaurant, much to the surprise and shock of the chefs.
As the crooks made their way through, practically shoving the chefs. However that mysterious figure caught onto the crook who was the most behind and threw him across a table to the hooves of the chefs, who looked at the crook and then back at the figure.
"He's all yours fellas," they said before taking off. The chefs looked at each other before shrugging and began beating the crook down.
The two remaining crooks had already long left the restaurant. They now knew somepony was pursuing them and were desperate to get away.
As they were galloping across the street, they encountered a taxi carriage being pulled by a tall stallion. One crook kept running but the other didn’t.
“Hey you! Get out of the carriage!” The crook yelled wildly as the stallion outright refused. I said get out or I’ll-“
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was soon yanked the mysterious figure and tied up in a small web.
The mysterious figure looked at the stallion. “You good?”
The stallion nodded gratefully.
“Cool. Get the police.”
And the mysterious figure released a white strand from their hoof and used it to swing away, leaving the stallion to stare at their retreating form in amazement.
And then there was one. The crook was now more desperate than ever. He knew who had taken the others out and was now on his lonesome.
So when he saw a filly chatting about with other kids, the crook didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the filly and took out a knife to her throat making it clear to other ponies not to follow him.
The crook took the filly to an abandoned building where nopony was residing in.
“Let me go! Let me go!” The filly cried, struggling to get free from the crook.
“Shut up!” The crook snapped keeping the knife close to the filly’s neck. He looked around, not seeing that the mysterious figure had already entered the warehouse.
The crook looked around, quite paranoid. He then could’ve sworn he had see a shadow moving on the wall, but he paid it all no mind.
“Come out bug!” He yelled holding the filly close, who whimpered loudly. “Come out or I swear to Celestia, I’ll end this kid’s life right now!”
“You do realize spiders are arachnids right?”
The voice had came from behind the crook, who turned around just in time to see a red hoof connecting with his muzzle. Hard.
And everything went dark for him.
“Come on, let’s move it guys!” Shouted the leading officer as he and a few others quickly approached the abandoned warehouse after being tipped by a few civilians who had seen the crook take the filly.
There had heard a bit of commotion and screaming from inside but it had all suddenly died down. Which couldn’t be a good sign.
As they were about to bust themselves, the door slammed wide open and out came the filly who had been taken hostage.
“You okay?” The officer asked with genuine concern.
“Y-Yeah, I’m okay,” The filly sniffled. The officer nodded before handing her to two of his fellow officers.
“You two look after her! He said before pointing to 3 other officers. “You three are with me!”
They quickly entered and the room was dark before one of them found a light switch and turned it on.
The officers all blinked in astonishment at what they saw.
There was the leading crook, unconscious and hanging upside down and incased in webbing.
The leading officer stepped up and looked closer as he saw card on the webbing. He could only smirk as he saw what it said:
Courtesy Of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Mane
On a building high above watching the officers make their arrest was the mysterious figure. He was in a red and blue costume that web patterns all over and a big spider on his chest.
His mask concealed his mane and narrowed lenses that helped him see.
And his tail was successfully concealed by webbing.
‘All in the days work’ he thought contently as jumped off the rooftop and shot a web and swung away from the scene and into the night.
He was a known figure to everypony in Manehattan. He had been the city’s protector for the last 4 years.
There was something about the organized chaos of the Manehattan Bugle office that he rather liked. Perhaps it was the fact that he could disappear into the hustle and bustle and go about unnoticed, overhearing all kinds of interesting things about the latest news in the city. Then again, perhaps it was something a bit loftier: here was a well-oiled machine dedicated to getting the truth out to the masses. Some of it was sensationalized, some of it was just plain wrong, but the Bugle was still capable of breaking big stories, exposing very bad people and their very bad deeds to the bright light of day. Peter appreciated that.
"Parker? PARKER!"
Peter Parker, a 19-year old unicorn with messy chocolate mane and tan coat with the cutie mark of scientific atoms on his flank, snapped out of his daydreaming at once and looked at who he had been conversing with, which just so happened to be his boss, who was also a unicorn albeit much older with an orange coat, yellow eyes, a buttoned up white shirt with a red tie and on his Cutie Mark was that of a notebook and pencil writing on it. He had black mane with a bit of grey along with a black mustache.
This was the Editor-In-Chief of the Manehattan Chief, J Jonah Jameson, who was currently glaring at him.
"S-sorry, Mr. Jameson, I-I got distracted." Peter sheepishly responding, scratching the back of his head.
Jameson scoffed. "That's all I've get out of you, Parker. Excuses! It's bad enough that I have to endure the existence of that wallcrawling menace running around Manehattan, but to have to deal your 'excuses', really takes th~"
"Mr. Jameson, with all due respect, I thought we were here to discuss my payment for my recent Spider-Mane photos." Peter interrupted with a brow raised.
"PAYMENT!? Have you seen these!?" Jameson yelled, going through Peter's photos and slamming them on the desk. Crap! Crap! Mega crap! Absolute crap! I swear on Celestia's name that you're trying to put me in my grave, Parker!"
'And I'm sure as heck not trying to prevent it' Peter thought sarcastically. "Mr. Jameson, I always dedicate myself to getting these photos for you and I believe deserve to get paid a good amount of bits for them."
"And I deserve a vacation, but ya don't see that happening, now do ya, Parker?" Jameson barked.
Peter sighed. "Uh no sir."
Jameson looked at Peter's photos silently for a minute before finally looking back at Peter. "Tell you what Parker? Get me more quality photos and I just might consider tripling your pay."
He levitating a bag of bits over to Peter, who eagerly caught onto it with a brown aura surrounding it, coming from his horn and placed in his shoulder strapped backpack. "Well don't just sit there! GET ME MORE PHOTOS! GO! GO GO!"
"Sure thing, Mr. Jameson!" Peter said as he quickly trotted out of the Editor-in Chief's office as he waved to his fellow workers who were rushing to and thro, organizing files and delivering reports of the streets.
"WOO!" Peter whooped as he was now swinging through the city and away from the Manehattan Bugle building, now fully suited up as Spider-Mane with his backpack slung over his shoulders.
It all started about four years ago, during a trip to a demonstration about a Neogenic Recombinator bring hosted by Doctor Otto Octavius. A spider had gotten caught in the Recombinator which caused an explosion that landed the poor doctor in a coma. The radioactive spider, having been exposed to its energy, landed on Peter's right hoof and bit him, which naturally gave him spider powers and with some lessons learnt, Peter decided to become a superhero.
And he's done a lot of good for the city. Put a lot of bad guys away.
Which meant that he patrolled the city, no matter what the temperature.
Spider-Mane was swinging around the Manehattan skyline, spinning web after web, as he gracefully landed on the corner of a building rooftop.
'Why is it that there's nothing going on in this city when I have absolutely have nothing going on?' Spider-Mane questioned internally. 'This is Manehattan for crying out loud! Where are all the crazy ponies? Where's all the angry, sweaty, frustrated wackos that are daring to make trouble?'
Spider-Mane sighed before leaping off the rooftop and firing another web. 'I should actually be happy that there's nothing going on. Maybe I should just go home and read til my brain can't take anymore reading. Or maybe I can visit Aunt May and see how she's doing. It's been a while since I tried her delicious homemade wheat cakes now that I think about it. Or maybe~'
"Help! My purse—thief! Somepony stop him!"
The web slinger sighed. 'Well Spidey you asked earlier and now you shall receive.'
So, descending on an elastic thread of webbing, he dropped down to the street below. Early Spring in Manehattan. It was a little brisk, but not cold; most ponies walking on the sidewalks weren't even wearing jackets anymore.
But one mare in a nice (if unseasonable) fur coat was making a real ruckus, screaming over her snatched purse. And the thief, an earth pony, presently sprinting away from the woman, was impossible to miss, since he was well over seven feet tall.
Spider-Mane latched onto a wall and shot a webline towards the stolen purse, yanking it out of the thief's teeth.
"You, my friend, are exactly what I was looking for," Spidey said as he gave the thief a kick to his muzzle. "I was actually scouring through the city for a big bald bully beat the snot out of."
The thief lunged at him, aiming his left hook for him, but Spider-Mane dodged it easily.
"Putting up a fight, huh? Isn't that adorable?" Spider-Mane said he delivered a right hook to the back of the thief's head, rendering him unconscious and soon began subduing him with webbing. "I appreciate the effort, but these whole non supervillain encounters can look pretty lopsided at times. I mean, I fought and chased off an Ursa Major from the city once. So ya might wanna get yourself a new gimmick or something if you want to really into these situations with an A-list superhero like myself."
The wallcrawler leaped over the subdued thief and landed in front of the mare with the stolen purse. "Ma'am, I present to to you, your purse perfectly intact. Ta-daa! Justice has been served and all is good in Equestria, fillies and gentlecolts!"
The mare stared at Spider-Mane in awe before taking back her purse and galloping away.
Oh yeah. That was another thing. While half of Manehattan loves the webslinging hero while the other half hates him. Heck that also stood for half of the Manehattan Police. Obviously the doing of Jameson.
Spider-Mane thought nothing of it after getting used to such reactions since he had been doing this for the past four years. He sometimes wondered if the Bearers of the Elements Of Harmony ever got such reactions like this. Probably not since, he was the only one swinging around in skintight spandex.
"Welp everypony, this has been fun, but I gotta head on outta here!" Spidey began before pointing to the unconscious thief. "Consider this a friendly reminder to those who are looking for ponies such as myself to conk ya one on the head."
And with that, Spider-Mane leaped and swung away.
'You know what? I think I'll just go see Aunt May right now.'
"Those wheat cakes were very good Aunt May." Peter said wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Maybe you should try becoming a chef."
"Oh Peter, your such a sweetheart," His Aunt May giggled. May Parker, a burgundy red female unicorn with a grey mane and tail with the Cutie Mark of a wheat cakes on her flank, was Peter's Aunt and was known around the neighborhood as being the "cool" Aunt on the block. She and the late Ben Parker were what you might call ex-hippies; and so May had quite the stock of entertaining stories from her wild times back in their youth. On top of that, she was hooves-down the best cook in the neighborhood and was also the leader of a homeless shelter for homeless ponies.
"You know Peter..." said May, before the two teens could disappear upstairs, "...I had wanted to ask you… I saw your pictures in this morning's paper."
"You mean of Spider-Mane?" Peter asked. "What about it? He caught those criminals last night."
"Yes," May began, "And I'm very proud of you, Peter, for being brave enough to do your job and get the pictures. And for caring like you do. But actually, I was talking about the other pictures. That Jewelry store robbery, with those nasty thieves. It's so dangerous—"
"I don't get close to the action," said Peter. "Don't worry, Aunt May. I have a great zoom-lens on my camera."
While May did know of Peter's job at the Bugle, she had no idea of his double life as Spider-Mane.
"But, are you sure you need to keep working for the Bugle at all?" asked May. "It takes up so much of your time and~"
"It's Fine, Aunt May," said Peter. "It pays the bill and I'm careful whenever I'm out there. You don't have to keep worrying about me."
"And you know I can't help but to," May said but smiled nonetheless as she walked Peter out the door and kissed on the forehead. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, dear. Come back soon."
"I will!" Peter said as he began trotting away. "Love you!"
"Love you too!" May said smiling as he disappeared around the corner. "Oh, Ben, if only you could see him now."
"Nah, nothing much. I just spent time with the kids."
Those voices. Voices of ponies he had never heard of before. His head. His head was in pain. Why was his head hurting him? What happened to him? W-where was he?
"Alright Fillies and Gentlecolts, I guess it's time for us to depart. We'll check on 'Doctor Octopus' again tomorrow."
That name was what immediately got his attention.
"W-w-why did you just call me that?" He asked weakly. His voice was a little sore, but whoever was there clearly heard him based on the sounds of them gasping. "W-why did you call me that name?"
Though they didn't answer and he couldn't see them, he knew they were still in the room and his patience was beginning to wear thin. He didn't know where this anger of his was coming from, but he didn't care.
"WHY DID YOU CALL ME DOCTOR OCTUPUS!!? ANSWER ME!" He bellowed waving his front legs around. "WHAT'S GOING ON!? WHERE AM I!?"
"Your awake, Doctor Octavius," A female voice responded steadily. "That's good."
Yes, that was his name. Otto Octavius. It was beginning to come back to him. "Y-yes. W-what's going on?"
"Otto, I'm Doctor Saw. I've been in charge of your well-being since you were brought here," Doctor Saw responded. "As for where you are, you are in Manehattan Hospital. You're going to be alright."
Manehattan Hospital. So, that's where he was. But how did he get there?
"Do you remember what happened to you, Otto?" Doctor Saw asked.
Otto groaned, favoring his head. "I-it's so nauseous."
"You suffered severe head trauma, Otto. What's the last thing you remember?" Doctor Saw asked.
Otto thought long and hard for a moment, but his brain was just everywhere. "I-I don't know. I don't remember."
"You were demonstrating an experiment on Neogenics at Oscorp and there was a terrible explosion. You've been in a coma, Otto."
Memories were beginning to flash before his eyes. "O-Oscorp? How long? How long was in a coma?"
"...Almost 4 years." Saw responded.
Otto's head was still in pain. "I-I-I can't think right." Otto clutched his head, trying to get his bearings. Why couldn't he think? The doctor said he was in an accident four years ago. Almost four years of his life that were taken from him. But as he was trying to grip his thoughts, he heard mechanical noises. Mechanical movement coming from everywhere. He heard the doctors jump in fright and back away.
He reached out with his hoof and whatever it was, he could feel it. No, not just physically. But mentally too. He could feel a connection to it.
"W-What is this!?" Otto panicked. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!?"
"Otto, those are your metallic arms," Doctor Saw explained. "They are what you had written in your scientific essay to have you used in your more delicate experiments. They... seemed to have fused when fused to your body during the explosion. They are on you right now. Your skin has been fused to the metal... as if the two are one. Your arms seem to be connected to your neural system."
"We don't know how," The female voice began. "But you seem to be in control of them. Do y-"
"Take off my blindfold." Otto suddenly interrupted.
"P-pardon?"
"TAKE OFF MY BLINDFOLD. TAKE IT OFF NOW!!"
After a short moment, a white aura removed the blindfold, which allowed Otto to regain his sight as the doctors surrounding him... as well as his metallic arms.
"Merciful Celestia..." Otto gasped looking in horror and looking down to see his arms were indeed fused to his body.
"I know this is indeed a terrifying thing to wake up to discover, Otto, but we're here to help you recover and help you through it." Doctor Saw said reassuringly.
He didn't know what came over him, but a wave of anger suddenly took over. "So I'm stuck like this? Is that what your saying to me?" He growled, glaring at the doctors.
"W-we tried removing the arms, Otto, but like we said, they've been fused to your body." Saw tried to explain. "Anger is a normal reaction-"
"Be quiet..."
"You shouldn't feel ashamed of that emot-"
"I SAID BE QUIET!"
And Doctor Saw was dealt with a sudden pang to his barrel as a metallic shot straight into it. One of the Nurses screamed in horror.
That was only the beginning as all the rest of the Arms flickered to life, raising themselves off of the hooks as everypony at the operating room panicked from the surprise ambush, resulting in more screams of horrified fear.
And fear they have rightly felt so, as the Arms began to grab Doctors and Nurses, either throwing them into the air or just simply dragging them on the ground while the rest tried to flee for their lives. Lights fell from the ceiling as an Arm grabbed the face of another helpless soul, flinging him around in the air while another grabbed a Nurse and placed his arm on the light bulb, effectively electrocuting him from that point on.
Bodies filled the room as cries for help were shouted in the air, desperate pleas that shows off utter terror as one of the operators were still being dragged through the floor filled with glass while being painfully ignored due to the rest of the remaining occupants being slaughtered from the merciless onslaught that the Arms possessed, leaving a Nurse to be dragged down into the dark while clawing desperately on the floor, making her marks scratched across the surface.
As the rest were carried through the air, being slammed onto the floor or towards the walls without a shred of mercy, one particular survivor was pushed back next to a table containing a Chainsaw, amplifying his hopes for survival as he reached out, only to be against the table, which inadvertently helped his cause as the cloth dragged the saw onto the floor next to him.
While the 2nd last victim shouted her last screams of fear, the remaining survivor grabbed the Chainsaw and tried cutting through the metal, which was entirely in vain, unbeknownst to him, due to a special metal of the arms, it was all for naught as he shouted, trying to cut the mechanism pinning him against the wall.
Then, to his horror, all the other Arms joined up with their better as the man gasped softly, seeing their Red lights shine through the metallic palms as they opened up, finishing him as they ganged up on the now screaming victim, whose hooves then dropped the tool to the floor.
Once all the occupants were killed, the Arms retreated back to the Scientist as Otto's body squirmed. In his anger, everything had gone dark and then... he was surrounded by dead bodies.
However, there was just one thought that came into his mind, just one thought that made him... Personally committed to escaping into the outside more than ever.
Osborn
After a while of climbing down the steps, the Arms reached the entrance and pushed the doors open, leaving the surrounding locals to back away as Otto used his Arms to make his exit, a carriage nearly ran him over when one of the Limbs halted its speed, flinging it in the air to crash onto another vehicle. At that point, Otto began to take in just how sentient the Arms have become while he stood out in the middle of the street, almost becoming attached to them mentally somehow.
Then, as the sirens were heard from a distance, he turned his head around, seeing a man dressed in a Dark Olive Green Trench Coat, and a pair of shades who was distressed by his very appearance as Otto stared at the pedestrian with great interest.
"...Your jacket and glasses... give them to me."
"I'm not following, Urich. Where's the angle?" Jameson asked as he was in his office fellow journalists, Robertson and Urich.
"I looked into it apparently, the patient that those doctors were tending to... was Otto Octavius." Urich reported.
"That names sounds familiar." Robertson though aloud putting a hoof under his chin in thought.
"He was one of the Chief Scientists at Oscorp." Jameson inputted.
"Oh yeah, he was in that Neogenics explosion almost 4 years ago. I thought he died." Robertson said.
"Well, he didn't," Urich said firmly. "Turns out he survived but he was in a comatose state since then until now. And from what I've learned... he just went crazy. He left the hospital all while killing several doctors and nurses."
"Damn, what could caused him to snap like that?" Robertson questioned. "From what I learned, he was a great scientist with a great mind."
"No idea," Urich answered while looking through his notes. "But the doctors were tending to the complications that he suffered."
"Talk about complications," Jameson scoffed. "We have a crazy mad scientist on the loose with four mechanic arms welded right onto his body. Guy named Otto Octavius winds up with eight limbs, what are the odds?"
"Any odds are likely these days, Jonah." Robertson said. "What exactly are we gonna name him?"
"Ooh, I got it!" Jameson said eagerly. "Doctor Octopus! But in short terms, Doc Ock! Eh?"
"That's sounds pretty neat." Urich nodded along with Robertson.
"But in all seriousness," Jameson began, narrowing his eyes. "What exactly state do think Octavius is even in?"
"Maybe that accident did something to him to caused him to have gone off the deep end. Or maybe he's just really angry at the world right now," Urich pointed out. "After all, it was said that he did suffer some trauma to the head."
Jameson hummed in agreement. "Alright then Urich, find the good doctor for us. See what's on the doctor's mind."
Unbeknownst to the three of them, outside of Jameson's office, leaning on the door listening in was Peter, who had overheard everything.
'Doctor Octavius is awake!?' Peter thought frantically. 'And he was the one who killed those ponies at the hospital!? Why Otto Why!?'
Peter didn't know what to think. He had long know about Otto's comatose state, but what had caused him to berserk like that?
Either way, he needed to find Otto maybe find out what happened to him. Who knows? Maybe he could help him. Otto might not be in his right state of mind at the moment.
Otto Octavius Awakes From Coma & Leaves Horror In His Wake!
Almost four years ago, Doctor Otto Octavius was conducting a Neogenics Demonstration at Oscorp, but something had gone wrong with the experiment and it caused an explosion. While nopony was hurt, Octavius was severely injured and had remained in a comatose state until now. Multiple witnesses say that Otto attacked and murdered multiple doctors and nurses in the Manehattan Hospital, completely unprovoked. One crucial detail is that Octavius was eight limbed. He is armed and dangerous.
Citizens are now calling for Octavius' arrest and for the Princesses of Equestria, the Royal Guard and the Bearers Of the Elements Of Harmony to assist and hopefully neutralize this threat.
If this wasn’t an abrupt wake-up call, Twilight Sparkle didn’t know what was. Her morning had started quite uneventful and she and Spike been planning on hanging out with the girls.
However when she had gone to collect today’s newspaper, the headline had immediately garnered her attention.
Otto Octavius, one of her science idols, had awakened from his four year coma and was now causing havoc in Manehattan. And from reading the article over, it was very bad.
What had happened to the good doctor? This didn’t at all sound like the the pony she had once idolized.
“Maybe all he needs is to turn that frown of his upside down!” Pinkie Pie said enthusiastically.
As soon as Twilight has read the article, she quickly went ahead and gathered the girls and had them meet her back at the Golden Oaks Library, since this is really looked serious.
“It’s not that simple, Pinkie,” Twilight instantly. “Dr. Octavius murdered innocent ponies. This is something we can’t ignore.”
“He sounds pretty scary,” Fluttershy whimpered.
“I think this guy could use some rainbow lasers and a butt-kicking,” Rainbow Dash inputted confidently.
“Need I remind you that we gave up the elements to the Tree Of Harmony, darling,” Rarity inclined.
“Oh…” Rainbow sheepishly mumbled.
“Ya know Twi,” Applejack began. “Ya seem to know a great deal ‘bout this Octavius fella."
“He was one of my science idols” Twilight put placed her foreleg under her chin, taking a small moment to recall the accident. “It happened about a few months before I first came to Ponyville. I had gone to Manehattan to see a Neogenics Demonstration that was being conducted by Dr. Octavius. It was supposed to introduce us to a new form of science and to be an astounding breakthrough for how we could better modernize Equestria. But..."
"But..." Pinkie Pie's voice arose, prompting Twilight to continue.
"Something went wrong. Very wrong," Twilight continued solemnly. "Nopony knows what had exactly happened but there was an explosion. Otto took the absorption of the blow. I visited him at the hospital shortly after that and the doctors told me that he was alright, but he was in coma and they weren't sure if Otto would ever wake up. Until now."
"But what exactly could've caused him to go so berserk like that?" Rarity questioned.
Twilight sighed before looking back the paper. "I don't know. But based on this, it's very serious and the citizens of Manehattan are desperately in need of our help."
"And this Octavius fella seems to be an even dangerous threat since he's gone an' killed ponies already," Applejack commented in deep thought for a moment for smiling confidently. "I say we go."
"Me too!" Rainbow Dash eagerly added.
Pinkie bounced excitedly. "Me three!"
Rarity brushed a strand of her mane from her muzzle. "I never been one to hash out violence but I will make an exception if the fate of Equestria is at stake."
"If my friends are going in, then I'll go too." Fluttershy said bravely trying to ignore her nervousness.
"Then it's settled then," Twilight declared firmly but smiling nonetheless knowing that her friends would be by her side. "We'll head over to the train station to take the next train to Manehattan."
"Ooooh, I'm so excited!" Pinkie Pie rubbing her hoofs together ecstatically.
"Always wanted to see what the big city was like." Rainbow said, intrigued.
"Indeed." Rarity said. "The hustle and bustle of the big city would be great to watch."
"And who knows? Maybe we can meet Spider-Mane." Spike said fantasized. Only to snap out of it when he saw all six mares look at him with confused looks.
"Who?" They all asked in unison.
"Wait, you girls don't know who Spider-Mane is?" Spike asked disbelievingly.
"Should we?" Twilight asked, puzzled as the rest of the girls.
Spike shook his head as took out a newspaper of his own. "Spider-Mane is like the resident superhero of Manehattan."
As the baby dragon said that, he showed them the newspaper, which showed a photo of a young stallion dressed in skin-tight red and blue suit swinging through the city of Manehattan all while hanging onto a strand of webbing.
“Oooh! We have our own superhero!” Pinkie said giddily.
“He first appeared 4 years ago.” Spike said as Twilight took the paper from the baby dragon’s grasp. “He’s been protecting Manehattan ever since. Maybe if we meet Spider-Mane, we can do a cool team up with him."
Twilight was both skeptical and confused. How had she and her friends not heard of this Spider-Mane before? Maybe he had just blended in with everything else going on in Equestria. After all, she and her friends had been busy against threats such as Nightmare Moon, Chrysalis, Discord (Who Was Now Reformed) and King Sombra over the last four years. Not to mention her ascension to alicornhood earlier this year.
Did Princess Celestia know about him? If so, Twilight would have to remember to ask.
"I'm pretty sure we can handle this on our own Spike," Rainbow said smugly. "This isn't the first threat to Equestria that we've faced. We can manage without this Spider-Mane guy."
"Not to mention that tacky costume." Rarity commented, gesturing to Spider-Mane's outfit.
"Anyway," Applejack began rolling her eyes at Rarity's comment. "I reckon' its best for us ta get ready to head on over ta the big city."
"Applejack's right," Twilight agreed. "Let's meet up at the train station when we're all ready to go."
"Right!" The five agreed in unison.
"I'd really know how you sleep at night, Norman." Otto asked as he stood in the broken office. "I genuinely would like to know."
He was standing in the office of Norman Osborn with shards of broken glass on the floor with broken window behind him.
"I would like to know when your head hits that pillow, if just for a second, that you realize just how truly evil you really are."
He pointed an accusing hoof at the portrait of Norman Osborn, who had a brown coat along with a sharp set of green eyes, with a venomous glare.
"I know it was you, Norman. My Neogenic Rocombinator was supposed to work without a hitch. Now, I know there would be some who would say that I miscalculated but no. No!"
Otto gritted his teeth as his metallic arms hovered above him.
"I never miscalculate. It was you. You tried to have me killed. It's so hard to think. My head hurts. And it's your fault. I trusted you and now look at what I've become. Four years of my life. Stolen from me. Because of you. I thought when joining you, we could better the future of Equestria. But no, you wanted that credit for yourself, so you ran of use for me and tried to destroy me."
Otto's arms zoomed in dangerously to Norman's portrait.
"You sabotaged my Recombinator and tried to make sure I was all but forgotten. You should've made sure I was dead, Norman. You should've finished the job!"
Otto's arms latched onto the portrait and started shredding it to pieces.
"Because now, I won't rest until your dead at my hooves!" Otto roared. "For what you've done to my life! I will ruin you, Norman! I promise you that! Because you have no idea what your in for!"
