Spider-Man of Earth 65

It was dark. The ordinary workers had left. That meant there was only security to take care of. In total, the Spider-Bots had counted five guards in the vineyard. Two in the front gate, two in the actual stretch of planted grapes, and one on the second floor of the stoke building. Below ground, that number was likely vastly higher. Of the ones on the surface, only one knew the truth of what lay below; of Project JARVIS and the mercenaries. How did he know? Felix ran facial recognition on all of them. All of them came up as capable, strong security guards—except one. The one in the stone building with the desk, the leader and in Felix's opinion a hired mercenary.

He decided to go with the Big Time Suit. It had a minor Stealth Mode after all. Footsteps were muffled and his webs dissolved almost instantly. The web-wings and environmental advantages of the Superior Suit were not suited for the operation. It was more of travelling in general.

"Classic."

The green spider emblem at the front glowed bright—until suddenly, it dimmed and then outright turned off. Stealth Mode was active. He was completely dark.

Then the darkness turned to literally nothing. Spider-Man was suddenly gone. Invisible.

Felix stepped out of the Rustbucket. He drew in a breath. He had experimented with his power of invisibility. It was truly excellent. His time limit with it was thirty minutes. After that, bioelectricity would crackle out and expose him.

Thirty minutes. More than enough for this operation.

The first hurdle was getting past the guards at the front gate. The invisibility held steady as he walked next to them. One of the guards leaned against the wall, sipping from a thermos.

Nobody knew Spider-Man was in their midst. 

'Awesome.'

He smiled and with a precise flick of his wrist, he shot a small pellet into the cup. The sleeping agent dissolved instantly.

The guard yawned. "Haah, night shifts."

The second guard at the front was rather stoic and glanced at him. Facial recognition said he was discharged military. Too violent, the report said. Arms behind him, there was nothing to force him to sleep. 

The gate was closed, however, and from the schedule he read on the laptop, these men would be staying for another hour. The point of him using the sleeping agent was to test it out. With Detective Mode, Felix could see his body temperature and brain shifting. It was working.

'And if he does fall asleep, Mr. Violent Guard over here will be busy waking him up.'

Cresthaven Vineyards was written in faded gold letters. Spider-Man casually leapt on top of the gate with the sign and scooped out the area in front of him. The stone building was to the left. A couple smaller structures were here too. Ultimately though, most of this property was all plantation for grapes. 

Still invisible, he walked over to the stone building and into the kitchen. Once again, by checking the schedule on the laptop, he confirmed that the guards in the vineyard would remain there for a good hour. They returned every hour to chill and recuperate. 

As for the final fifth guard, the mercenary, Spidey went to the second floor where his office was. All camera wiring led to here. All audio and visuals went to this specific place. The mercenary, the only guard that was unrecognizable on facial scan, was eating lunch and checking the cameras. Smirking, he went beside him, footsteps muffled and leaned over.

Such a dedicated guy.

'And he loves his Pepsi.'

So from the wrist hole in his suit, he dropped a sleeping agent. The mercenary guard drank it. Three minutes later, he was fast asleep. The laptop was locally connected to all the cameras here. In other words, Felix couldn't have hacked this even if he wanted to.

'Stark must have given strict orders and this mercenary followed. Otherwise, if this was normal security, it would be connected to the internet.'

The fridge stood in the corner, slightly at odds with the rustic decor of the stone building and the criss-crossing wires on the edges that connected the cameras. Obviously, from the perspective of the cameras, there was nothing to see and before that he saw ordinary spiders crawling about. Nothing suspicious.

He crouched in front of it, activating Detective Mode. The interface scanned the fridge's surface, highlighting faint smudges on the keypad—a trail of fingerprints left by whoever operated it last.

"Bingo," Felix muttered, isolating the most frequently touched keys.

He pressed the sequence: 7-4-3-1. The fridge hummed, then slid aside to reveal the hidden staircase. Spider-Man quickly. He stopped at the door. The card key that only Stark was supposed to have. He could hack it if he wanted to. However, JARVIS was likely linked up to the local server. It would send a signal directly to Stark and let him know that someone was attempting a break-in.

"Because it's locally powered, it's also connected to everything in there. Meaning…"

Detective Mode activated. His fingers, flickering with black bioelectricity, touched and connected with his suit's interface. The lock was not touched. The door did not open. The defence was not down.

Except for the lasers in the vents on the first floor.

Spidey backtracked. Touching the fridge, he hacked and got the tiles and fridge back to their original positions. After that, it was time to find a vent.

Being underground, air conditioning was a must. Lasers and heat sensors were in the events in order to prevent any sneak intrusions.

Well, now he was doing just that. Stark never accounted for someone hacking the whole system through a single port. He never accounted for Spider-Man. 

He crawled and wound up at Room B: the storage room and staying room. Peaking through the vent, he saw bunk beds underneath and a door. The door opened and in came two guards, rifles slung over their shoulders. They were laughing and joking about something. Spidey's eyes were focused on what lay beyond the door.

It was a hallway, five feet wide, and then another door. A second section. The storage. 

'Two sections. One for sleeping guards, one for storage.' 

Detective Mode took a while to scan and load through the walls. Whatever this was made of, it interfered with the signal. Luckily, time was on his side and he was eventually able to see the storage area. It was as expected, filled with crates, weapon racks, and stacks of high-tech equipment. Two guards were stationed inside there too.

Spider-Man quietly opened the vents and crawled onto the ceiling. He stared down at the guards sitting on their beds.

"Tomorrow, same time, huh?"

"It's getting fucking hot, I'm annoyed to be honest."

"Hey, did you see our paychecks? He said triple when the job is finished, remember?"

Spider-Man crawled to the other vent that led to the hallway. He silently opened and closed it. He was invisible throughout everything too. Even if they did hear something, they would think it was the wind. 

Anyway, he ignored the storage room door and went east. After some crawling, he saw the fancy steel door that Stark was supposed to come through. Four guards were posted there. This was the big headache that he had avoided. All's well that ends well. He jumped and went to another wall. Now, he crawled north. 

Forward, forward, forward. Guards marched through the halls. Certainly, if he had gone through here, he would have been caught. Those scans, Herbie scanned, locked onto human signatures. His invisibility alone did not stifle his heat signature but his suit did. 

Where his powers failed, his ingenuity succeeded. That was how Spider-Man operated. 

He stopped. A big door on the left. This was Room A, the server room as well as the cooling area. Being the biggest, greatest supercomputer of this era, the amount of energy needed to store the data and shore off waste was obscene. With the Fantastic Computer, the Reed Richards of the other world somehow managed to deal with the excess with Pym Particles. Teen Reed Richards admitted that he didn't understand a lick of it. Neither did Felix, to be honest. Whatever he did, however, it worked and the Fantastic Computer could be operated and relocated without much issue. 

Although the data was there, Felix figured it was better to go to the monitor directly. Plus, after a quick check with Detective Mode, there were over twenty guards patrolling at all times. 

'If I wanted to hack or steal data from the server area, I'd need a USB—which shouldn't be a problem with the 3D printer I have installed in my web-shooters—and ten minutes of loitering. Not worth it.' 

Via the main monitors, he could do it in two minutes. Everything was there rather than being cluttered and independent after all. That was the point of a server and cooling room, it divided, supported, and led back to the actual system.

So Room C it was. It was at the very end of the hallway and guarded by four men. The door was completely blocked. The vents were sealed too. 

'Well, shit. Okay, maybe I have to go through Room A afterall.' 

He backtracked. See, with Room A, vents were lined up in spades in its general wall area. He picked the one farthest from any eyes and snuck in. A server room was a server room, a cavernous space filled with server racks. The air was cool and heavy with the hum of machinery. At the back was the door leading to the cooling area. No need for that, right?

Well, no, because there was no way to get to Project JARVIS anywhere here. No opening, no vent, nothing. Vents were in spades here and getting to the cooling section was easy enough. The faint, rhythmic hiss of pressurized gas grew louder as he approached the vent and a blast of icy air greeted him as he pushed it open. Inside, the cooling room was a maze of pipes, tanks, and ducts. Frost clung to the walls and ceiling, and the floor was slick with condensation.

This time, his expectations were exceeded. The cooling system for Stark's pet supercomputer was genuinely monumental. An actual, literal maze. 

Detective Mode scanned the room, highlighting points of interest. Most of the space was devoted to maintaining the temperature of the servers in Room A, but there were anomalies—a cluster of heat signatures beneath the floor and a series of faint vibrations coming from deeper within.

Felix traced the vibrations to a cluster of massive pipes running along the far wall. His suit's sensors picked up faint thermal readings from behind them. Carefully, he crawled along the pipes, inspecting the wall. It looked solid at first glance, but Detective Mode highlighted irregularities in the material—it was thinner here, a panel designed to move.

He pressed his hand to the wall, feeling for seams or a latch. Nothing obvious.

He scanned again, this time searching for patterns of wear. A faint trail of fingerprints ran along one of the pipes, leading to a small, recessed panel near the floor. Felix crouched and tapped it. Nothing happened.

'Not gonna make it easy, huh?'

He ran a bioelectric pulse through the panel. The faintest click sounded, and the wall slid open, revealing a narrow passage lined with more pipes. Felix slipped inside, the door sliding shut behind him. The passage was tight, barely wide enough for Felix to maneuver. He kept low, moving carefully as the pipes hissed and groaned around him. The air grew warmer the deeper he went, the icy chill of the cooling area giving way to a more temperate heat.

After about fifty feet, the passage opened into a larger space. Spidey stopped. 

"Huh…?"

The space was a junction of sorts, with three exits. One led back toward the cooling area, another to a utility corridor that likely circled back to Room A, and the third—Felix's goal—were lasers. 

Detective Mode lit up with warning signals. A pathway covered in laser grids, just like in the vents. They crisscrossed in tight, overlapping grids, leaving almost no space to crawl through. 

Felix considered his options. He could disable the turrets with a well-placed bioelectric pulse. Would that trigger an alarm? Maybe, maybe not. There was no turning back now. Felix touched the pipe connecting to the lasers and…

Zzssht!

Bioelectricity consumed it in a brief instant. The lasers flickered once, twice, and then disappeared. Time to go in. He crawled, crawled, crawled until finally…

Project JARVIS was below him. Keyboard, monitor, everything, this route led straight to it. 

'Look at that. If I went through the door, I would have to go through a wall of lasers. Zero gaps. I wouldn't have been able to go through even if I wanted to.' 

Those lasers, the heat and energy from them were also being siphoned by the cooling area. Detective Mode did a cursory scan of the lasers: they were 10 petawatts or 10 quadrillion watts. That was equivalent to one-tenth of the power emanating from the Sun received on Earth or 6 million times more than a nuclear reactor.

Spider-Man was strong. However, even he couldn't walk through a wall of lasers that powerful. 

So with a smile, he dropped down, happy he avoided all that nonsense. 

At the heart of the console was the monitor: a curved, edge-to-edge holographic display that floated in midair, projecting a vivid, three-dimensional interface. Unlike standard monitors, this wasn't confined to a flat, rectangular plane. It wrapped around Felix's field of vision like an interactive HUD, making every detail sharp, immersive, and accessible from multiple angles.

'It's a little cooler than the Fantastic Computer,' he admitted in his head. 

The UI was equally cool. At the center was a circular hub, a glowing orb that shifted and morphed like a living entity. Data streams radiated from this central hub, their colors changing fluidly as they represented different aspects of JARVIS's operations. Lines of code scrolled in one quadrant, blueprints of machinery rotated in another, while diagnostic charts and graphs danced across the remaining sections.

At the top of the display, a soft blue glow formed the signature of its creator: "Stark Industries" in crisp, minimalist lettering. Beneath it was the system's designation: "J.A.R.V.I.S. – Just A Rather Very Intelligent System" in understated italics.

Spider-Man decided to turn off his invisibility.

The screen reacted to Felix's new presence, the central orb rippling as though aware of his proximity. Tiny motes of light darted out from the hub, forming concentric rings that hovered around his silhouette, scanning him with barely audible pings.

"Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

"British, huh? Interesting."

"Vital scans detect an anomaly. Are you human?" Another scan. "Your visual cue is that of the vigilante, Spider-Man." 

Not too shabby. 

Below the monitor, there wasn't a traditional keyboard but an adaptive input system—a blend of holograms and touch-sensitive materials. The surface appeared smooth and featureless at first glance, like black obsidian, but as Felix reached toward it, keys and panels illuminated beneath his fingers.

The silence in Room C was palpable, broken only by the hum of Project JARVIS's advanced systems. This thing was much louder than the Fantastic Computer. Probably due to the prompt relocation. Spidey started to get to work. 

'Hm…' 

Although not with the keyboard. He simply let his bioelectricity connect Herbie to the system. Again, an ingenuity between his superpowers and suit. 

"S-sir, what are you—"

Bzzt!

JARVIS was cut off. The Fantastic Computer within Herbie was a beast of his own design, but even Felix had to admit JARVIS was something else. Stark hadn't just built an AI; he'd built an era-defining tech.

"But compared to Herbie…"

Project JARVIS stood no chance. In thirty seconds, Herbie's interface appeared on the holographic display, a sleek, minimalist representation of the Fantastic Computer. Herbie's icon—a glowing, shifting polyhedron—began spinning rapidly as the connection between the two systems solidified.

"Connection established."

That was Herbie's voice. Excellent. 

Herbie's polyhedron pulsed as streams of data began flowing between JARVIS and the Fantastic Computer. Lines of code scrolled by faster than Felix could process, entire terabytes of information devoured in seconds. But as the download continued, Felix's smirk faded.

See, his eyes were adjusted. He could read some of the data. 

"Wait, slow down," he said. "I want to see some…of…this…"

He trailed off.

"Wait...what the hell is all this?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.

The holographic display shifted, revealing folders labeled with ominous titles: SHIELD Operations, Government Black Sites, Financial Markets, Historical Archives. Each folder was packed with data—secrets collected over decades. JARVIS hadn't just been an assistant or a protector for Stark Industries; it had been a digital omniscient entity, absorbing everything from the dawn of the internet to the most classified intelligence on the planet.

'What he told Emma back then…good lord, he was understated it! Did he know this? Or…was it an accident?' 

He decided to open one file. It was a complete blueprint of a hidden SHIELD facility, including access codes and personnel schedules. Another contained dossiers on global leaders, detailing everything from their political intentions to personal vices and sex tapes. Crazy shit. 

"This isn't just a supercompute. This is...the world's collective brain. Look at all this data! Collected since the internet began! Government secrets, SHIELD files, military strategies—everything."

A new thought struck him, and his fingers froze over the keyboard.

"If I feed all of this into the Fantastic Computer," he murmured, "I could solve poverty. Global hunger. Diseases. Give me a few years, and the world would change forever."

Herbie's voice broke his reverie. "Absorption at 65%. Estimated time to completion: 2 minutes, 15 seconds."

But as the final streams of data began transferring, an alert blared across the room.

The lasers surrounding Room C abruptly shut off, and the heavy steel door hissed open.

Felix instinctively turned invisible. His suit shimmered as the adaptive camouflage kicked in, rendering him a ghost within the high-tech chamber. He crouched low, his senses sharp as footsteps echoed down the hall.

A figure entered, and Felix's enhanced vision zeroed in on them. It was a woman—tall, lithe, and dressed in a sleek black catsuit that clung to her figure like a second skin. Her white hair fell in waves past her shoulders.

'No way…Black Cat? Here? But…how?' 

She moved with a predatory grace, her hips swaying slightly as she hummed a jaunty tune under her breath. Felix noted her emerald-green eyes. They were the same as always. 

"Well, well," she purred to herself, her voice sultry and laced with amusement. "Tony Stark's little treasure trove. Looks like I hit the jackpot."

Felix didn't move. He didn't breathe. He was a statue, watching as Black Cat approached the console, oblivious to his presence. 

Felicia reached out toward the adaptive keyboard, her fingers brushing against the smooth, obsidian surface.

Before she could type anything, Felix remotely deactivated the console. The holographic monitor flickered and died, plunging the room into a dim glow of emergency lighting.

Felicia froze, her hand hovering mid-air. "H-huh? What…?" She turned, her gaze scanning the room. Felix remained invisible, unmoving as she slowly stepped away from the console, her muscles taut and ready.

"Alright, mystery man," she said aloud. "I know you're here. And you're definitely not Stark—he's too much of a show-off to pull a trick like this."

Felix still didn't respond.

Felicia's lips curled into a smirk, though there was a flicker of unease in her eyes. "Mm, not much of a talker, eh? That's fine. I like the strong, silent type." She started walking, moving away from Spider-Man's location. "But if you think you're scaring me, buddy, you've got another thing—"

Black Cat swung her claw where she thought her invisible opponent might be. She was correct too. Felix backstepped effortlessly. His invisibility wore off.

"Coming…?"

Black Cat went wide-eyed upon seeing him. The Spider-Man in the pitch-black suit, utterly quiet and still.

"Spider-Man...?"

She flinched. She stepped back. She was expecting something but whatever it was...it didn't come. As though a realization dawned on her, she stared at him as though he was some miracle.

"Ah! Oh my, you're…you're Spider-Man, aren't you? The one who saved those international delegates. The...hero." She spoke it with a heart smile and a little laugh. "You...haah. You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

Felix didn't move an inch as Black Cat circled him. She was a straight-up hottie in her sleek black catsuit, the white fur lining her wrists and collar a bold contrast to her wild, snow-colored hair.

But what was she doing here?"

"I almost thought you quit. So Spider-Man operates outside of New York, hm? Unexpected but a welcome one," she purred, her hips swaying as she took deliberate steps closer.

Still nothing.

Her smirk grew sharp. "Not even a little banter? C'mon, Spider. I thought you New York types loved the sound of your own voice."

Black Cat darted forward and then dropped, hurling a low kick toward his ankle. Spider-Man side-stepped it. A simple move. From his perspective, she moved in slow motion. She had gotten stronger since last time after all.

"Ohhh," she cooed, standing straight again. "You're not just quiet—you're fast. I like that."

Felix didn't bite. He didn't need to. She was baiting him, testing his patience.

"You know…you and I should work together. Steal this baby computer and have some fun."

Felicia twirled mid-step, her back suddenly pressed against his chest. She leaned into him, her ass grinding teasingly against his crotch. "Come on," she murmured, her voice honeyed and low. "How do you say~?"

Her laughter was soft and mocking as she turned to face him again, clearly enjoying herself.

"Not going to answer? The silent treatment only gets you so far, honey." She eyed the computer. In that moment, his finger poked her boob and pushed her away. "Aw, come on. Really?" She feinted left before lunging right, aiming a jab at his ribs.

He blocked it effortlessly, grabbing her wrist and twisting it. For a split second, she was off balance.

"Not bad," she grunted before twisting out of his grip and spinning low to the ground, sweeping his legs.

Felix leaped over her with an ease that almost made her pout. Almost.

"You're really starting to turn me on," she said, flipping back to her feet.

Her boot came up fast, aiming squarely for his groin. Felix caught her ankle mid-air, holding it firm. Felicia smirked and used the hold to swing herself up, her thighs coming together to squeeze his face. 

To confirm—yes, those thighs was thicc and capable of crushing watermelons.

Spidey was no watermelon.

"Now we're getting somewhere," she teased, her lips inches from where his face should be.

Felix simply tilted backward, using his momentum to fling her off him. She landed on her feet like a cat, of course, her grin as sharp as ever.

"You really are a gentleman," she quipped, brushing invisible dust off her thighs. "Most guys would've taken advantage of that position."

This time, she lunged low, her shoulder ramming into his gut. He didn't budge. "Oh. You're…hard."

Innuendo. Spidey smiled under his mask. Her hand shot up in frustration, claws aiming for his mask, but he twisted her arm behind her back in one swift motion. She growled, twisting like a fish on a hook, her free leg kicking upward again, this time catching him square in the balls. Oof. The impact was solid, a cruel thud that sent a sharp wave of pain coursing through him. His spider-reflexes allowed him to tense just in time to minimize the damage, but still—there was no avoiding the searing ache that followed.

At the end of the day though, it was like any other injury. He healed fast. 

'Next time, I should install a cup.' 

Or maybe he adapted to nutshots. Who knows.

Felicia noticed his lack of reaction and frowned. "Seriously? Nothing? You're just gonna eat that? What are you made of?"

A second kick to the balls. Okay, no, not adapted yet. He instinctively pressed his thighs together, his hand twitching as if debating whether to protect himself or maintain his composure. Still, he said nothing. He didn't flinch. Didn't retaliate. He just stared at her, his silence making her increasingly uneasy despite her attempt to play it cool.

"You're no fun," she muttered, arms under her bust and keeping her distance. "I've dropped guys twice your size with that move. What are you, made of steel?"

Before she could finish, Spider-Man snapped toward her and seized her wrist mid-gesture. With a swift, calculated motion, he twisted her arm behind her back, making her gasp in surprise.

"Oh, so now you wanna get handsy?" she quipped through gritted teeth, still trying to mask her unease.

Felix didn't answer. Instead, he swept her legs out from under her, forcing her to the ground. Felicia writhed beneath him, but his grip was unyielding as he began wrapping her wrists and ankles in webbing.

"Ooh this is new," she groaned, now firmly on her knees. "You're really going to tie me up? Looks like we're really having fun, hm?"

Felix finished securing her arms and stood, looking down at her bound form as she knelt on the floor, still smirking despite her predicament.

Felix straightened, towering over her bound form. She tilted her head up, her grin still mischievous despite her predicament.

"Are you going to do something to me or...?"

No response.

"Silent type AND a boy scout," she said with the biggest smile in the world, as though she wasn't locked up. Even with her bad luck powers, there was no way she was breaking through the webbing. Suddenly, after some laughter and staring, the softest, saddest smile appeared on her lips. "You're a lot different than the Spider-Man from my world."

'...what? Your world…?' 

Before Felix could decide how to respond—assuming he even wanted to—a voice blared from the console behind them. Filling up the corners of the holographic screen was an radiation symbol, three curved blades emanating from a central point.

"WARNING! WARNING! EMERGENCY AT NEW YORK CITY! EMERGENCY AT NEW YORK CITY! ATOMIC BOMB LEVELS OF RADIATION DETECTED! I REPEAT: ATOMIC BOMB LEVELS OF RADIATION DETECTED!"