Sentry Household

Saturday

9:45 AM

Usually on a Saturday, Flash would probably be at his friends' house or something. But seeing how his Mother would end him if she saw him leave the premises, that wasn't an option for him.

So instead, he was just grinding through all the homework he had this week. Some of it was annoying, some of it was easy. Either way, he was managing through it.

"A system's internal energy is 20 Joules. 30 Joules of work is done on the system in an adiabatic process. What is the system's resultant internal energy?" Flash let out a tired sigh, he had been at it for over two hours now. Trying to get through as much work as possible. It didn't help that he took a bunch of challenging courses.

Was he smart?: Yes.

Was he lazy: Indefinitely!

He began tapping his pen against the side of his head. The question required him to actually think for a moment. "Aw, Dammit. Why'd it have to be adiabatic systems!"

He slowly threw his head back, letting out a long exhale. Leaning back into his chair to take a moment to relax. Easing the grip he had on the pen. Presumably thinking that it would drop out of his hand...

But that was far from the case. It took a moment to sink in, but...

He still felt the pen on his fingertips.

His eyes opened, confused by the fact. "Wait, what?" He raised his hand to see that the pen was sticking onto his fingertips. "What the heck?"

He shook his hand a little just out of curiosity. But that didn't do a thing, it was perfectly stuck. Not even doing as much as roll or wiggle. So he upped the ante, but still no avail.

"Okay, what the heck?!" He continued to shake his hand at an even higher intensity, but it was doing absolutely nothing. "My desk still can't be dirty from that Milkshake thing, that was weeks ago!"

He changed course, using his free hand to just rip the pen off his fingertips. Something he probably should've done beforehand.

And needless to say, it worked! Separating the pen away from the fingertips of his right hand...

Only for it to get stuck in on the tips of his left...

Flash let out a sigh of relief as that was finally over with. So naturally, he went to place the pen down on his desk. But he identified the new problem pretty quickly.

Now it was his left hand. He widened his eyes to see that the pen was now perfectly stuck on his fingertips again. Prompting him to shout.

"HEY!"

So like before, he yanked it off with his right hand. But the same thing happened so he did it with his left hand again and so on.

Flash let out an annoyed sigh, as it became pretty clear that this ploy was futile.

"Alright, maybe I should just go put my hand under warm water and maybe it'll come off--WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

He was a mix of freaked out and frustrated by what was going on. Getting up from his chair, and heading for the washroom to wash his hands.

He entered the washroom, flicking the lights on. Thereafter, starting for the Sink-Cabinet and turning on each faucet. Letting the water run onto his fingers.

However, to his surprise, even that wasn't enough to unbind the pen from his fingers. And well at this point, he was getting even more freaked out. Feeling the sweat drip down his head. "Alright...WHAT THE FUCK!? Seriously, what the actual fuck!?" He violently shook his hand, yet the pen resided perfectly on his fingertips.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Trying to think of something. Okay, Sentry. Think, THINK!--Wait why am I even thinking about something that shouldn't even be HAPPENING!?--Wait, hold on, HOW IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?!--UHHHHH...

His eyes widened, having come up with a probable solution. "Maybe my arms might work could unstick it."

He was raised his left arm, trying to position it just right. Thereafter, he moved the pen to the front of his elbow. Before promptly counting down from three. "3...2...1!" In a fast motion, he crashed his elbow into the pen. And to his relief, it did unbind the pen from his fingertips. Rolling across his forearm for a brief second.

Flash however was too oblivious to notice that. Because just thereafter, he let out a cheer for finally getting that dasterdly pen off his fingers. "YES, FINALLY!"

However, the emphasis on oblivious would be best reflected as he realized...

The Pen was still stuck onto him. But not where you would think...

Just as he was "celebrating" he had given himself a look in the mirror to seeing that the pen was now stuck to...

His wrist.

Like before, the pen was perfectly stuck onto his wrist. And too that, Flash's relief had diminished within seconds. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

He didn't even know whether it would be futile, but he tried it anyway. He promptly shook his arm as hard as he could, but it indeed ended up being completely futile!

Flash was getting more frustrated than freaked out. "Oh...my...AHHH!" He growled, "WHAT, WHAT THE FUCK, COULD IT BE NOW!?"

He didn't even know how to inspect it. Partially because he did not want to go through the hell that was getting that pen stuck onto his fingers again. That being said, he spotted a spare towel just sitting on a rack. And well, the rest was pretty much history. Reaching for the towel, he got to work on inspecting what was even going on.

He tried to pull the pen off for what could be the billionth time. Honestly, he couldn't care about the count. But instead of pulling off the pen, he discovered something much more...

Freaky!

He didn't even know what it was. It was some sort of whitish-grey gooey substance but at the same time, it felt firm, kind of like a rope almost.

Flash's eyes became saucers, he was speechless. He didn't even know what to think. He was genuinely blank.

Without saying anything, he stretched his wrist back to get a better look at what the substance was.

But that would end up being the worst mistake he'd make that whole morning...

Suddenly, Flash's wrist sprayed out a strand of that substance. Instantly covering his face in what appeared to be some sort of...web?

Nonetheless, Flash let out a loud yelp. Promptly dropping his towel. And because it had caught him off guard, he began to stumble back, stumbling backwards right into the bathtub...

Or so he would have...

Suddenly, Flash became more self-aware than ever. Hearing what sounded like a mix of static and ringing. And too add onto that...an adrenaline rush!

He just acted spontaneously after that. No brain process for his next move. Because the next thing he knew was that he suddenly leaped up.

Launching himself right into the washroom ceiling. Clinging onto it with just the mere touch of his fingers and his toes.

Eventually, Flash managed to rip the "webbing" off of his face. Promptly hyperventilating upon the series of events that had just taken place. However, just as he was trying to regain his composure, he noticed pretty quickly that his whole Point of view was literally flipped upside down. But at the same time, he felt normal. Like he was standing on any normal surface.

Without making a sound, he looked down. Or rather, up as in reality he was hanging on the ceiling... And it was there, Flash learned the definition of: ".exe has stopped working."

Flash took a deep breath, the deepest he could muster while in the state he both mentally and physically was. Before promptly shrieking--

A man sat at his computer. In a dark room, an office to be exact. He had a purplish-grey goatee and long locks of the same colour.

Kal, Circuit Breaker. The Owner, Creator and CEO of CircoVision. But needless to say, right now he was pretty calm right now. Observing the many articles about the Military Arms provider he had created.

And all read virtually the same thing:

CIRCOVISION ROBBERY: MILITARY GLIDER STOLEN AFTER LATE NIGHT BREAK IN EIGHT INJURED. NO DEATHS REPORTED

It was quite fascinating to him the amount of time that the media took to cover a huge story. Each and every bit of it, even rumours if they were that desperate. But that was how things worked in the business. No friends, No allies, Just Business.

He leaned back into his chair, stroking his goatee. Taking in all for what it was worth...

Only to be interrupted.

Suddenly, Four men walked in. All concealed by the shadows. For the most part, all four looked the same when it came to their individual figures. With the exception of one who looked giant compared to the latter.

Circuit Breaker quirked his eyebrow by the slightest. "Can I help any of you?"

For the most part, they had stayed quiet. All standing there as soon as they arrived. But upon Circuit Breaker's greeting, one of them stepped forward. Returning the greeting. "Mr. Circuit Breaker, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

Circuit Breaker narrowed his eyes on the silhouette, just being able to take him out. "Oh...so it's you."

"Come now, why such an annoyed tone? We've had our differences sure, but I didn't come all this way to address it."

"Who let you in?"

"A butler I presume. Seeing how this place is littered with staff nowadays." He cleared his throat. "I'll cut to the chase, Breaker. I have other things to attend to do and uh...well judging by the news, I'm inclined to believe the same applies to you."

Circuit Breaker's squinted his eyes upon hearing that. "Just what exactly do you want?"

"Well let's face it, you and I both despise Wilson Fisk and want him out of the picture, right? And let's be honest, as it is, I wouldn't be able to even lay a finger on him without getting killed and, heh. He'd make light work out of you so more or less, we're on the same page." He got up from his seat, "So, I'd like to strike up a partnership. With both our skills combined, I'd say that the Kingpin's chances are slim to none."

He started for the door, snapping his fingers at the others. Signalling them to follow. Leaving Circuit Breaker with his thoughts. To think about what had just been saying. As he sat there completely blank.

Flash was freaking out. Luckily, he had managed to get off the ceiling of his washroom.

He didn't even know where to start, was there something he could search up? Should he call a Doctor, admit himself into a Hospital, call an Exorcitst!?

He was pacing back and forth really quickly, trying to pinpoint what was going on. All while going a little crazy...

"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME!?--DOES GETTING SICK GIVE YOU POWERS OR GET YOU JACKED!?--WAIT NO! WHAT ARE YOU STUPID!?!"

Oblivious to his surroundings, he began walking up the wall causally like it was nothing. "OKAY-OKAY THINK! THINK SENTRY! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO EVEN LEAD UP TO THIS POINT!? Um......Okay, I had breakfast: eggs and bacon yadayadayada, I walked to school, as usual, met up with my friends, went on the field trip...got sick--HOW DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN ADD UP!?"

He looked at his right hand. Somehow, it sticks to any surface he's touched so far. Along with that, apparently, it can shoot out some firm and sticky substance.

But how!? How in the world was any of this even happening. Why was it happening?! Those were the two questions that he could not in the life of him figure out!

Until now...

Turning his hand, he noticed a red mark with two small red spots. And that was all he needed for a memory jogger.

His eyes widened, the answer was literally in plain sight. And it had just occurred to him that one minor detail may have slipped past his mind. "Oh my gosh..."

Just as the demonstration was happening yesterday, a Spider bit him. That one minor detail had completely alluded him.

Again, he didn't give it any thought. When it happened or even afterwards when he had suddenly gotten sick. I mean it was a Spider, who would care about a Spider biting you...outside of Australia at least.

"No...NO!" He was not gonna buy that a Spider biting him has to lead him up to this moment. That was crazy talk.

But then again...

Crawling on Walls! Shooting WEBS!

Flash had no proof to disprove that thought. And well, thinking it over, everything from throwing up, to muscle growth, and these...powers. It was becoming more and more apparent what was causing all of this. And he was not amused to say the least.

He let out a scream at the top of his lungs, "NO! NO! THIS CANNOT BE FUCKING REAL! HOW IN THE WORLD DOES A SPIDER BITE GIV--NO! THAT BREAKS THE LAWS OF...BIOLOGY? PHYSICS...uh, biophysicolo--NO! NO JUS--"

Suddenly that static ring in his head went off again. Promoting him to become self-aware of his surroundings. "Wait, when did I--" He yelped, having a short plummet. Falling down onto the cold wooden floor.

"OW!"
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