Flash Sentry The Spectacular Spider-Man Issue #3: Welcome to Tokyo (REMASTERED)

Flash quickly took off the Spider-Man mask, "This isn't what it looks like."

Firestar pointed at Flash hesitantly with a spooked tone in her voice. "Y-You're the Spider-Man?"

Flash shook his head, "I'm not."

Firestar protesting otherwise, "You were on the ceiling!"

"Umm, you know adhesive gloves exis--"

"N-NO!" Firestar interjected, "Don't give me that 'adhesive gloves exist you know.' I know for a fact that those have....I don't know adhesive padding or something and I know for a fact that those are normal gloves."

Flash sighed, "Man why do us Sentry's have to be so stubborn?"

"O-Okay.....So, I might actually be--"

"SPIDER-MAN!" Firestar yelled, "CAUSE IT SURE AS HELL LOOKS LIKE--"

"Firestar shut up!" Flash interjected, "Please?"

Firestar crossed her arms. Giving Flash a dirty look. "So what? This is your life. Sneaking out every night and parading in spandex!?"

Flash arched an eyebrow, "Why does everyone keep saying that?" He looked at himself for a minute. But then completely shaking it off as he realized that he was in this situation now. "Wait, n-no! This is not my lif--Okay it's kinda my life--But it's kind of unintentional!"

She walked in the room, closing the door. "Unintentional how?" She leaned on the closed door, crossing her arms. "Explain."

Flash's eyes widened. The one thing he should've saw coming. And the one thing he desperately wanted to avoid. He sighed, "Alright, let me just do this this one time." He sat on his bed, taking a deep breath. "Sooo, it was just an ordinary Friday Morning."

Firestar rolled her eyes, "Here we go."

"Okay it sounds cliché and I'm sorry!" Flash barked. "Anyways! It was just an ordinary Friday Morning! My twelfth grade physics class I was in was scheduled to go to a University for a radioactivity energy showcase. Well, apparently something else was going on."

"What?"

"Arachnid Genetic Modification. I mean it was probably something the Biology kids were gonna see but that's besides the point. Anyways, while we were there an emergency protocol code was issued because, and granted I still don't know if it's the reason. One of the Spiders escaped and guess who became it's lucky target."

"How?"

"It bit me." Flash stated bluntly, "While the demonstration was happening. It bit me while I wasn't looking."

"Oh. So, what did you get powers overnight or something and decided that it was your job to fight crime?"

Flash grimaced. "Oh boy this is gonna be a long story." "Umm....well not exactly."

"What do you mean?" asked Firestar, "Well I mean I was joking about the hero overnight but what about the powers?"

Flash sighed, "Look, this whole origin story thing..... it's not something I really a topic of discussion alright?"

Firestar arched an eyebrow, "Why? Are you afraid that I'm too little to absorb it. That I wouldn't understand or something, or maybe--"

"It involves my Dad." Flash crossed his arm.

Firestar abruptly stopped rambling. Widening her eyes she winced and grimaced. "Oh...my god wow I'm such a dick--Flash I am so sorry. That was not cool of me."

Flash sighed, "It's whatever. I mean it's not like you knew or anything."

A moment of silence ensued. They didn't really say anything to each other. Flash was busy mentally scolding himself for creating 'this' predicament. Meanwhile, Firestar was trying to process the fact that The Spider-Man was in her house. That's when something popped in her head. She grinned and looked at Flash.

"So do you have any cool Spider-Man stories?"

Flash arched an eyebrow. Confused, "What?"

"Yeah you know. I mean you're in the flesh and blood and well you know....it be kinda cool if you just told me a story or two."

"You....eerily grown to like Spider-Man so fast--Don't you not like him--me? Or whatever word that helps--." Flash shook his head as he couldn't even keep a consistent sentence, "L-Look! Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well, I've had some time to think and Spider-Man doesn't seem like such a bad guy." Firestar explained, "And besides! This is kinda cool. It's not everyday you know a real life Superhero, so come on! Don't you have one story you could tell me."

Flash. Who didn't even consider himself a 'Superhero'. No doubt 'Cool'. Was now at a second predicament. He only had a few 'big' fights he thought could be worth talking about. But they both involved some crazy lunatic psycho and even though he wasn't a parent. He knew better not to tell Firestar something that heavy. So he made up a half lie. Even going as far to admit what most of the press thought of him as.

"Umm, Firestar I don't know what to tell you but I'm kinda just a vigilante." He shrugged. "I kinda do what the police do. Well, in my own 'beat em' up' fashion."

Firestar's eyes widened. For the first time, she let out her inner kid. "Flash you gotta tell me! Please, Please! Tell me!"

Flash found himself chuckling, "Okay...if you insist."

"How about my first time. I think it was around mid September"

Flash is seen sitting at the back of the class. Hood over his head and sketching in a notebook. He'd been like that for a few weeks now. Trying to keep to himself. It'd work as everyone in the whole class kinda knew what was going on his life and they did their best to leave him alone.

"So class had finished, the teacher had just let us out for Lunch. Now umm, usually I'd go to the caf but....well it was. You know around 'that time'. I was still slowly trying to recover from it. *Sigh* Anyway, Instead of going to the caf like I...well usually did. I went to the washroom instead.

Flash and the rest of the class had gotten out of their seats. Usually, this was the part where he'd expect Curly Winds to shove his stuff out of his hands. But, he didn't. Curly Winds completely walked past him as he knew if he did it, he'd considered a certified asshole. More than what he really was

Flash walked out of the class. Heading to his locker he shoved all his stuff in and grabbed his bag. Then, he headed for the washrooms. He knew that nobody really went in during lunch hours so it gave him some privacy.

"I'd vow to become this....character a week before. After....After.... my father's death...I had a lot of time to think about what I should do with my powers. And after the circumstances of his death I made the vow to just...not let anything like that happen to other people."

Opening the door to the washroom. His assumption of no one being in there was correct. He looked to the stall area. Especially near the window. The window was one short horizontal panel that sat just above the top of the stalls. Luckily it was opened. A one plus for him.

"Luckily, the place was empty. No vapers, smokers, nothing. So, I quickly ducked into a stall and began taking a few layers off and I began changing into 'Prototype'. T-That's just what I call my pre...costume I guess. It wasn't really that special. It was just a plain red mask with make-do lenses, a really big red hoodie with a Spider at the front and I think at back? I'm not quite sure. Uhh, Oh! Throw some blue basketball shorts and red shoes and uh. That was it, that was my first costume. "

Flash locked the stall. He placed his bag on the ground and there, his whole costume was stuffed inside. He began taking off a few layers. His hood, pants and shoes and he began to change into his costume.

"You know. Now that I remember, I always hated doing the whole Spider-Man thing during school. Mainly because shoving pants into a bag sucks! Anyways, once I was done changing. I put my bag on my back and I headed out. There was a window above me so I crawled out and made contact with the outside world."

Flash began crawling on the outside wall of the school. As he did, it was at that moment some people outside began pointing it out. Flash however, couldn't care less.

He looked around, looking for a building that was respectably tall. After doing so, he leapt off the wall and outstretched his arm. Firing a webline.

"So, I start swinging through the town and eventually make it to an urban area. Not crazy huge like downtown but...well you get the picture. So I find a building that was also decently tall and I began eating lunch.

"Wait?" asked Firestar, "What's so exciting about that?"

Flash sighed, "Well at the time. I was kinda new to all of it and it didn't occur to me that I should actually investigate parts of the area."

"Oh. Wow." said Firestar, "So....how long did you wait for?"

"Well out of the 45 minutes of lunch we get. Nearly 30 minutes was wasted."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"At this point, I was ready to call it quits and just get back to the school."

Flash sighed, quickly snagging his bag. "Well I had a productive lunch." As he was about to jump however, something caught his eye.

"So as I was about to jump, something caught my eye. From afar, I saw three guys all in trench coats walking into an alleyway. One of the guys was dragging a lady who...Okay you're probably old enough to know this but he was dragging what looked like a prostitute. Y'know she had some....some pretty proactive cloth-- I got really suspicious so I decided to follow them!

"Wow does that look shady." said Flash.

Flash backed up to get a running start. He ran off the edge of the building and fired a strand of webbing towards the building across.

Meanwhile in the alleyway. The man who'd been dragging the woman, brought her to a dead end and threw her on the ground and crossed his arms. "Alright, where's the money?"

The lady backed up slowly. Trembling in her voice, "I-I don't know what you mean."

"Don't fuck with me Angela!" Out of his jacket, he grabbed out a night stick. "If you knew any better. Then you should know that Mr. Strakotsy doesn't appreciate his girls hiding things from him. Where's his money!"

"I don't know. I SWEAR!"

The man raised the baton, "Alright well then consider this your tarty warning!"

"So I'd listen to somewhat of the conversation. Mainly about this pimp guy named Mr.....Man I don't even remember. He was arrested a while ago. I decided to finally intervene and save this person."

"Y'know. Human trafficking is a serious crime."

All four looked up. Seeing Spider-Man right on the wall, right above Angela. Quickly, he fired a webline at the night stick and pulled it out of the Man's grasp.

"And It's not funny." He jumped down and landed right in front of Angela. Being a divider between the two sides.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The Man asked. Slowly walking up towards Spider-Man, "Some sort of cop?"

"So I wasted no time. I made my way to the scene and stood between these guys and this random lady. The guy was being a typical, asking me who I'm supposed to be, yada, yada, yada and all that. So I get in the guy's face as a response."

Spider-Man quickly grabbed the man by the jacket and pinned him against the wall. Scaring him. "I'm the guy who doesn't appreciate what the hell you're doing. And unlike you, I'm not afraid to throw hands and prove it!"

"So I pick up the guy who's being a jerk and I...basically set off his, I guess his cronies or whatever. Cause next thing I know, they're charging right at me."

Spider-Man's glanced to his left where he saw the other men charge him. In instinct, he slammed the guy who was threatening Angela against the wall. Knocking him out. Then he turned around to deal with the other two.

"So I knock out the first guy by slamming him against the wall. The next two actually threw some punches at me. Though they didn't actually hit me. I just kept dodging them and made them look like idiots."

The two charged right at Spider-Man and immediately resorted to throwing punches at him. However to no avail. Spider-Man had kept dodging each blow rather quickly.

"Well at least you two aren't being pussies." Spider-Man jumped over them and landed right behind them. "But that being said, I don't respect the fact you three assholes decide and hurt someone!

He grabbed one of the men and threw him into a wall, knocking him out. That left one last person.

"So I tell them that I think what they're doing is dumb and I don't think they a shred of decency. I basically isolated it to one person. I took one of the guys and threw him into the wall. Basically scaring the last guy. I scared him so much that he didn't even try to fight back. But I didn't let him escape either. Not without a little warning."

The last guy. Started backing up. Trying to plead with Spider-Man, "Ay look man I don't mean no harm. For real I--"

Spider-Man didn't want to hear it. So he shot some webbing on the guy's face to shut him up. Causing him to stumble back and fall to the ground. Spider-Man quickly approached him and picked him up.

"You listen and you listen good!" Spider-Man scowled, "If I ever see you on the streets again doing something as dumb as this you're not gonna have a functioning arm when they put handcuffs on you. YOU GOT IT!" The man nodded quickly, getting the idea of what Spider-Man could possibly be capable of. Spider-Man threw him on the ground and let him go, "Now get out of here and go rethink your life while you're at it."

The man complied, staggering to his feet and running as fast as he could.

"Once I thought I 'mediated' the situation. I went to go check on the lady her self. She was fine, just a couple scratches but it wasn't anything too serious."

Spider-Man walked over to the somewhat frightened lady. Calming himself down. Speaking in a calm and soft "Hey, are you okay mam?"

The lady, slowly nodded her head and slowly got up. "Y-Yes" She nodded. "Please don't hurt me." She shot her hands up and could be seen visibly shaking.

Spider-Man, or rather Flash kind of chuckled, "I'm not gonna hurt you." He clung onto a wall and looked back at the lady, "Just, look if you're caught up in a trafficking situation, just call the police. Alright?"

He began to slowly climb up the wall. Though as he did, Angela had one last question.

"Wait!" It was enough to make Spider-Man look back at her one last time, "Who are you?" She asked.

Flash, found a small smirk forming under his mask. For the first time in a while, he happily cried out, "Uhh….Call me Spider-Man!"

He slowly scaled up the rest of the wall.

"And that's a story." Flash sighed, "It's kinda weird thinking that it happened that long ago, but I still feel like I'm still new to this."

"Dude! That was so cool!" Firestar beamed, "Man you're like.....the Batman of Canterlot!"

Flash shook his head, "Eh, not really. I've kinda soften up in tone when it comes dealing with villains."

"Sooo…..Do you have anymore stories you could tell me?"

Flash sighed, "Well, let me think...."

However as he was thinking, Aunt Thunderstar called everyone into the living room. "KIDS!"

Flash's eyes widened, realizing he was in regular clothing. He quickly rose to his feet and was pushing Firestar out of the room, "Well looks like were gonna have to talk about this tomorrow."

"W-wait!" Firestar stammered, "I have so many questions."

Flash opened the door, "Look we'll talk about this tomorrow."

Firestar now stood in the doorway. She sighed, "Promise?"

"Promise."

She smiled and nodded, heading for the living room. Flash sighed, closing the door and locking it. He leaned on it, quickly sliding down and sitting on the floor.

This was it, his worst nightmare somewhat became a reality. Someone figuring out his secret. The one responsibility he swore he'd keep. He now believed he failed one of his biggest responsibility. But it wasn't all so bad.

"What have I done."

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