Flash Sentry the Spectacular Spider-Man Issue #1: The Green Goblin

Sentry Household

Sunday

9:00 AM

Flash had gotten up as usual. And surprisingly he had managed to get a decent amount of sleep, despite yesterday...

fiasco

He sat up straight in his bed, using his forearm to move the covers off of him. Promptly letting out a yawn and stretching his arms out thereafter. Getting out of his bed, he headed straight for the washroom to get his morning routine done.

Walking into the bathroom, he went to close the door. Only to get his hand stuck onto the doorknob.

He wasn't freaked out though. In fact, he was annoyed by it!

By now, he was trying to suppress the fact he had these abilities all of a sudden. Abilities he really did not want to deal with, so his course of action was to just try and live a normal life. Emphasis on "try".

He sighed, trying to stay as calm as possible. "No...just come on. Let me start my day off normally."

There was a reason why he was taking a calm approach compared to yesterday where he went absolutely batshit. It was because he learned that being calm was what unstuck his hands from said surfaces and objects. That and he was really, really tired! Too tired to muster up any sort of reaction.

And just like he managed to unstick his hands. He let out a sigh of relief, before progressing forward.

It was weird so to speak. That yesterday, all of those things happened. From sticking to walls and shooting webs out of your wrists.

No! He wasn't gonna think about any of that. He just wanted to try and have a bounce-back day. Just to regain his own composure after those events!

He made his way to the sink to splash some water in his face and wet his hair. But things didn't go so well either...

Just as he was turning the cold water knob. His hand got stuck as he was trying to pull it away. And that only fueled the fire for Flash.

He grumbled, even more, getting more ticked off by the second. "Come on, are they stickier than before?!" He yanked harder and harder, still to no avail.

So he stopped for a moment. Took a deep breath...

Before mustering up as much strength as he could!

However, he might've over did it. Because he pulled that handle clean. Pulling right off the faucet. He gasped, his eyes widened to the size of dishes. "OH NO! "

He did what any sane, calm and collected person would do in the situation...

Panicking while trying to push that knob back into its spot, it's stem cartridge if you will. And luckily for him, he succeeded in that task.

He hyperventilated, hovering his hand over it. "It's fine, It's fine. Everything is fine...everything is a-okay...okay?" He let out one last and final sigh. "Let' just stay calm and brush our teeth...let's...just brush...our teeth."

He stayed as calm as he could. Reaching for his toothbrush. "Okay...so far so good." He did his best not to hesitate. Having practically woken up by that recent event.

He let the water run onto his brush for a brief moment. Before getting on with the next step: Toothpaste!

He reached for that with his left hand. Still managing to maintain a calm and nonchalant composure, flicking the cap open. He closed one eye as he did so. Afraid that he might send the entire cap flying across the room. Or worse, land in the toilet.

However to his relief that was not the case. He opened the eye to see that nothing catastrophic had happened.

So he got eased up a little. "Oh man, that is such a relief." He got on with his morning routine. Moving the tube to his toothbrush, promptly squeezing out some toothpaste.

Only to squeeze a huge glob of it onto the sink! Heck, glob might be an understatement. But still, more than what he had intended just all onto his toothbrush. With most of it landing onto the sink.

And that was the nail in the coffin for him.

He grit his teeth. Shouting at the top of his lungs. "OH GIVE ME A BREAK--" Just as he did, he squeezed the tube very hardly. And well, half the toothpaste splattered all onto his shirt. Throwing him off guard and making him wince in disgust. "Oh, dammit..."

About twenty minutes later, Flash had a change of clothes and had gotten through his morning routine to the best of his ability.
"Okay...this is not working," Flash said to himself. Pacing across his room, this time being a bit more observant. Making sure not to walk onto the walls. "Well, what am I supposed to do?"

He massaged the temples of his head. "I can't believe this is something I actually have to think about. Yeah, this is a normal everyday weekend morning."

He grumbled a little. This whole situation was making him angrier and angrier. But at the same time, what did being angry accomplish for him.

Nothing! And this was becoming more and more apparent to him.

He walked over to his bed, collapsing onto it and letting out a long sigh. "If I tell someone, I'll either be labelled an insane person or a freak!" He raised his hand to stare at it. ""And suppressing it clearly doesn't do me any good either!"

Flash squinted his eyes, "So this what self-conflict feels like--Wait no! Stay on topic!" He thought about everything up until now. Being a little more collected and calm. Compared to yesterday.

"I became jacked overnight, I can stick onto walls now, I...can shoot webs..." He widened his eyes a little. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that..." He looked back to his hand. "And I get all...weird whenever something bad is about to happen to me. All of this because A Spider bit me.

He had accepted that very bizarre and ridiculous theory. Heck, it was the only thing he had to go off of that made sense.

"Well if I want to live a normal life and not have to worry about these...powers?...Yeah, that sounds right...right?--Whatever--If I don't want to worry about this. Then I'm gonna have to be more confrontational about it."

He sat up straight. Looking at all his books at his desk. "And I think I have the perfect scapegoat."

Flash's clad was a red hoodie, blue jeans and red shoes. "Hey guys, do you mind if I go to the Library?"

Flash's Mom was just about done breakfast as soon as her son walked into the room. She widened her eyes a little, promptly looking at him. "Are you sure?"

"Mom, I told you. I feel fine." Flash shrugged. "Me and my friends wanna have a quick study session? You can't say no that, can you?"

"I--" She sighed. "Fine..." She looked back at the clock, "Just to be safe, your curfew is at 3. And if anything bad happens, call us. Alright."

Flash nodded, starting for a chair to get some grub in.

Half an Hour Later...

Flash had finished up his breakfast and had made it to his destination. And as you can guess, he was not at the library. Instead, he was at an abandoned subway station.

It had been sitting there for years now. The city kind of has just left it there. And though it's not like it's done anyone good or bad, it was kind of offsetting to see sometimes.

However, Flash was in luck, as he could use this place to his advantage and try to figure out how he was supposed to put these powers under control.

As you'd expect, it was dark inside, smelly, all of that. So needless to say, Flash was getting some very chilling vibes. Oh man, I so hope I don't get mugged by a hobo or something..."

There were a couple of ways to get inside the abandoned building. Seeing how the door was boarded up. But there were a few holes and whatnot. And seeing how the place hadn't been maintained in years. Flash was probably in the clear to do this.

Plus, what would people say if they saw some random guy swinging by and sticking on walls. Yeah, that' something he'd rather not deal with.

"Well, good thing I brought this thing with me." In his hand, Flash held a headlamp. An item he'd honestly never see himself using. But unconventionally, the time had called for it.

Turning it on, it did give him better visibility. But that probably made his anxiety worse. "Oh man if I see a hobo I am gonna freak!"

He was hesitant in his steps. Navigating his way through the empty, chilling building. And luckily it had all gone well. And he found a place to sit down.

An idle escalator. Sitting on the frozen steps, he set his bag down and grabbed out a notebook. "Alright, so...I'm doing this."

He began to write in the notebook his observations over the last day:

• So first things first, My fingers are unexplainably sticky, not in the sense that I ate something sticky and the residue resided, but something entirely different
• This apparently lets me climb onto walls and whatnot, or I guess any object considering a pen had annoyed me yesterday
• So next, apparently I'm ripped?! Yeah, I'm not sure about the science behind it, but at this point science literally has no value in this.
• Oh yeah, I might as well get the elephant out of the room

Flash cringed, looking at his wrist for a moment before continuing

• Oh yeah, I might as well get the elephant out of the room, so I can shoot webs...again, science isn't shit in this whole study, but I learned that I can do that now
• Finally, I have a sixth sense (if I'm reading in this future than just know I couldn't give two fucks about the other senses right now) So I think the basics of it are: Something bad is going to happen, I become self-aware and try to save myself from it, (so like, when i nearly fell into the bathtub yesterday and I then magically jumped up onto the ceiling)

That's when Flash finally stopped to reevaluate more. "Oh yeah, I jumped on the ceiling...That's...how?!" He set his pencil and notebook down to think. "I mean, that be hard under normal circumstances too, right? I'd need to have a pretty good vertical jump." He looked up to the ceiling. An Idea popping up into his head. "Well I mean, it's worth a shot..."

He promptly pulled out his phone, before setting a timer on it to 1 hour. "Just so I don't lose track of time."

He looked back up at the ceiling, and obviously, so, it was pretty high. But then again, Flash didn't really expect much, heck the back of his mind was questioning that he was contemplating this at all.

He started off by getting a running head start. Wanting to gain as much momentum as he could. Before jumping up in the air.

And needless to say...

He didn't even graze the ceiling.

But to be fair, he did jump up high. Higher than humanely possible.

But as derrived from Newton's third law: What goes up, must come down.

Flash looked down as he was airborne and widened his eyes to the very far drop below. "Holy Sh--" He began to scream as he plummeted down! Falling so fast he couldn't even have time to process how high he had gotten in the first place.

But, luckily for him, luck was on his side.

Flash landed on both feet, kinda like a cat. Nonetheless, what happened just now was no short of a miracle for him. But at this point, he was more grateful to not have landed on his back or something.

"Oookay....so maybe that wasn't smartest approach.I--I think I don't even..." He sighed. "This is gonna be a long morning."

He looked down at his hands. "Maybe I should approach the bulk of these powers first." He progressed through the abandoned building. "If I don't want things to stick onto my hands anymore, I might as well figure out the kinks of this."

He made it to a wall. Where he could deliberately try and climb. "Alright...here goes nothing..." Flash understandably pretty apprehensive about doing this. I mean there were probably a million horrible scenarios playing in his head. But then again, it wasn't gonna get better if he tried to sweep all of this under the rug.

"Alright, this is like walking...Just think of this like walking..."

He gently placed his hand on the wall. Taking a deep breath before doing the same with his next hand. Next, he lifted his right leg up, thereafter moving his left arm up. Before doing the same with his left leg and right arm. It was so on and so forth. And needless to say, he was crawling!

His eyes widened as he wasn't falling or anything. In fact, he was perfectly situated on that wall. Or in other words, his fingers and feet kept him perfectly stuck onto that wall. It was almost like crawling on the floor.

He was actually intrigued, as he continued to crawl across the wall. Scaling it more and more. His once uncertain face dissapeared.

Flash stopped at what he assumed to be the halfway point. Looking down to see how high he was. And well it was definitely a decent height for him.

"Woah..." Flash couldn't help but grin in amazement.

Suddenly, He turned himself around. So instead, his frontside was facing the view. Not his back.

Flash looked across the empty subway station, looking at that wall. I mean, there would be no way he could jump it. But...there was another possibility.

Without any hassle, Flash freed his right hand from the wall. Not even worrying about it at all. Before staring intently at his wrist.

He remembered what had happened yesterday when he was sprayed with that web. I mean there was no denying that that was what the substance was. But still, right now would probably be the perfect time to try and control that.

But the problem was, he didn't know what triggered it before.

So at first, he tried shaking his hand. But that was to no avail. He shook harder, but that didn't change anything either.

"Hmm..."

He thought long and hard about it. Everything had happened so quickly yesterday that Flash didn't even know where to start with this.

"There has to be trigger points," Flash thought. "Maybe like a muscle...or something?"

He freed his other hand, only being supported by his feet. Using his thumb, he began to press it onto different points of his forearm, Especially his wrists. But to no avail. So he moved to his hands to pressing on different points of it too...

Before pressing the center of his palm...

For a brief moment, that same gooey substance shot out of his wrist. Shooting out like a bullet, making Flash widen his eyes as he watched it go.

He looked back down at his hand. Right at the center of the palm. "Maybe..."

He outstretched his right arm. Moving his left one back to the wall. He tried a hand sign that would for sure press that region of his hand. Sticking out his thumb, index and pinkie fingers. While pressing his middle and ring finger onto his palm.

And well, his prediction was right.

He fired out a web again, but this time it was a lot more longer. almost like a rope, a glistening rope. Sticking onto the ceiling.

Flash suddenly snagged onto "webline". Widening his eyes after that sequence. He felt a bit of anxiousness again, with reality setting in.

But, he was already this far. Backing out now would really suck. Right?

He nervously gulped. Readying himself for what he was about to do. Squeezing his eyelids closed. Taking in a deep breath.

Before finally taking his first swing.

He launched himself off the wall, and with that became airborne! Holding onto that webline for his dear life! But, because he's never actually done something like this before...

He really didn't know what his next move was...

Flash's eyes widened as swung closer to the wall. However he didn't have enough time to react. "OH SHI--"

He crashed right into the wall! Before sliding down it and falling right onto the ground. Managing to muster up a single noise.

"OW!"