Ian’s scrapyard. Pt 1

We walked for some time. I kept looking at my watch, ‘damn it's already five’.

It was weird to follow ten people, especially all of them giving me hostile looks.

The girl kept on pleading with Flash, “Gene please….Dammit don’t be so boneheaded listen to me. What will dad say?”

This only managed to piss him off even more! I didn’t think that was possible at this point.

‘Oh he has daddy issues, good to know, could be useful in the fight!’

After his initial surge of rage subsided, he simply said to her, “What kind of brother would I be If i let some fucker talk…”

‘Oh they must be related.’ it suddenly clicked.

Maybe if I wasn’t so sleep deprived I would have caught hold of that fact sooner!

His feelings were understandable.

If I was a meathead and some nerd was inappropriate with my sister then I would fight him too.

I would have tried to explain what really happened if I knew he would listen.

I had a feeling that no matter what he wanted this fight.

Especially given the fact that he had ten cronies with him to gang up on me. I could give him video evidence at this point and he still would find a way to provoke a fight. Today or tomorrow. That is simply the nature of bullies!

Besides, I don't have time to do all that explaining.

I need to finish this as soon as possible and get to Uncle Ben at the hospital, then hit home for sweet sweet sleep.

When her pleas didn’t work, she kept shooting me worried looks.

‘Oh it’s not me you need to be worried about, sweetheart.’

We reached the dusty scrapyard at 5:02 PM. Like a typical scrapyard there were a lot of abandoned cars and other metal garbage. A Rusty iron sign that read Ian’s Scarp.

“Last chance to back out Parker.” he stopped calling me Puny Parker after I kicked his boy’s ass.

I didn’t even respond to him as I removed my shirt, the watch uncle ben gave me and stored them in my bag.

I cracked my neck and relaxed my shoulders.

“Alright let’s get this party started, Oh and don’t forget you’re the one who asked for this!”

POV - Brian "Tiny" McKeever

That couldn’t be Peter Parker, he looked like he could be a D1 athlete.

Lean but muscled. Always how Brian fantasized his body would look.

‘When did that nerd get that ripped?’ Brian thought

Brian had a potbelly and he wasn’t in the best shape himself.

Genetics was always a constant bane in Brian McKeever life.

His father always had high hopes for him as a kid but gave up when he realized Brian wouldn’t grow taller anymore. He remembered his father telling him in a drunken stupor he wished for a son like Flash! It hurt at the time but as with everything in his life he learned to accept his place.

Brian nervously turned to look at Jess.

‘Will she reject me too?’

She was still pleading with Flash, he sighed in relief.

Brian was always surprised at how independent Jess was.

She was a loner despite making it as the head cheerleader.

However It was her cold icy exterior that enamored him and the rest of the boys in his school.

That iciness was nowhere to be found now.

Instead she was a hot mess. Looking distressed and tired.

“Don’t worry Jess! We’ll just kick him around for sometime and let him go. Flash won’t get in trouble!” Brian tried to assure his crush. She however ignored his assurances!

Jessica Thompson never did give him the time of the day. However this might be a moment where he could find a way inside her heart. Maybe here he could finally shine in her eyes.

Helping her brother set this punk straight might just be the thing that could make them an item.

Jess didn’t answer back, instead simply looking to Flash, “Eugene…I don’t even know if it was him. Listen to me for christ sake!”

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“Parker has it coming for him for some time now. Step back Jess. This won’t take long.”

This calmed her down for a moment. Maybe it was his assurance that Parker wouldn’t get too hurt or it was his commanding presence. Whatever it was it seemed to do the trick as she became quiet.

Flash always knew how to be cool.

Something that brian had always struggled with on more than one occasion. Brian just couldn’t get her attention but maybe with this he could prove her his love-

“Are we just going to stand here all day or are we gonna fight?” Who does the punk think he was?

He's outnumbered 10 to 1 and he thinks having that mouth on him is gonna help him.

‘Yeah that’s right he’s probably never been in a real fight, lifting dumb bells didn’t mean you could fight.’

“Step back Jess.” Flash said in a low voice, almost whispering.

“So how do we do this? Do you all attack me or we go one by one.” Parker said with a smile.

‘How could he be so confident? He had to have something in his sleeve? We outnumber 10 to 1 for christ sake’

“Shut your mouth, I’m so sick of hearing you talk.” Seymour O’Reilly lunged at Parker before they could decide on the rules.

“No he’s mine!” Flash yelled out but it was too late, Seymour was already there.

Brian expected Seymour’s meaty hands to smash Peter Parker’s face in. He expected when that happened Peter to beg and apologize for being so arrogant.

To try to hit on Jess, his jess. Once Seymour was done with Parker, brian thought he would have some Parker to himself.

He expected the entire thing to be done in seconds and it was; just not the way he thought.

Seymour slumped over unconsciously.

“What in hell?” he couldn’t help shouting.

“That's one down, nine more to go!”

POV - Peter

*Yawn*

“Next.”

“What did you do…?” Flash looked at his friend's unconscious body.

‘Oh, just a standard uppercut’ I thought to myself. The idiot landed right into my fist, seriously who taught these bozos to fight. Even the guy I fought before did the same thing.

There was pin drop silence for a few seconds but then behind me, two of Flash’s goons rushed forward.

“Ooooh dirty.” I said without turning which must scared the crap out of them.

Evade Swing [ Success ]

I turned around to face the first goon.

Jab his throat [ Success ]

The guy fell down to his knees, holding his throat. The second guy took a fistful of sand and tried to throw it into my eyes.

Sidestep dirty tactic [ Success ]

Kick him in the balls [ Success ]

Holding his nuts, his legs went limp and he crawled away. He even began sobbing a little because of the pain.

‘Yeah that’s right dumbass, I can play dirty too! In fact playing dirty benefited me more’

I went over to the other guy who was still on his knees and punched him in the sternum. He too went down like a sack of potatoes.

“Three down, seven to go.”

This left the little crowd speechless, even the girl had her jaw open.

“Everyone together lets go at him all at once.” It was the little guy who showed the most resilience.

‘His name was Mckiver? Macgyver? Milton? I don’t know but he had heart though.’ I’ll give him that much. He rallied the other seven goons and led them directly to me.

‘Wow that Macgyver guy must really hate me!’ but the closer he came the slower he got. Hiding behind the taller stronger men, he showed none of the balls he displayed initially.

Evade Punch [ Success ]

Evade Punch [ Success ]

Evade Kick [ Success ]

Evade Jab [ Success ]

It felt like I was dancing.

My senses were working overtime.

Evading each blow at the very last second as to not give any time for a counter.

My spidey senses kept on going on and off like a broken switch. It was a rollercoaster of evasions, one after another.

I would trade punches but I had to hold back and hit them lightly.

if I actually swung really hard I could shatter a skull easily. I had to be careful. So instead I hit and ran, it was hard running away from seven people but Superhuman reflexes helped.

After some time though, I could feel my energy running out. I made the mistake massively underestimating my fatigue and my opponents. My superpowers were still untrained so there’s that. It was like a muscle I hadn’t used too much I didn’t need to, I wasn’t out there fighting crime everyday.

If I was fresh though, I think it would be a different story altogether but I wasn’t.

I had a very long day and was far from being in what you called perfect fighting condition but that was how life was. Unfair.

You just have to roll with the punches, quite literally in my case.

“Dammit, stop darting and face me like a man!'' said one Flash Thompson despite having six extra goons on his side.

“Oh what was that ‘Gene’, you need more help than you brought!” I taunted the meathead

The mocking cost me though. In that second I took to get a word in, the little guy tripped me up. That one mistake led to a series of events that would hurt me.

Evade Liver Punch [ Fail ]

“Aghh” that hurt.

Evade kick to shin [ Fail ]

“Agggh fuck” Pain shot through my leg like current. It slowed my mobility momentarily and my opponents took advantage of that.

“That’s right boys fuck him up.” said that tiny fuck.

‘That’s it I’m leaving that bastard for the last, god I'm gonna smash his face in.’

They encircled me and took turns kicking the living shit out of me. It felt like I was trapped in a mosh pit of death.

Kicks coming from all directions to my head, abdomen, legs and of course my crotch. I covered all of my vital spots and went to the fetal position.

POV - Brian McKeever

‘We finally got the little shit.’

Kicking him felt really good. It was a frenzy.

When he turned to see Jess, she had a horrified look on her face. At this point though it didn’t matter, none of it mattered. All that he cared for was that this little shit be put down.

He kicked for what felt like an eternity. When one foot got exhausted he used the other in its stead.

One by one they all stopped their assault.

He could hear the heavy breathes of his friends, they were all tired. Some of them even leaned forward to catch their breaths.

‘Damn we must have done a ton of damage.’ brian thought

Flash began speaking, “See what happens when you-”

He couldn’t finish the sentence as Parker literally got up in a second and did a roundhouse kick to Flash's head.

Brian didn’t recognize the boy anymore, he had a vicious smile on his roughed up face.

He looked like a Demon.

“You were saying Gene.”