Post by Rift on Jul 12, 2023 17:04:38 GMT -7
It was the predawn hours when Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man of the future, landed on the side of the Alchemax building. Normally, as an employee, he would not have had to use subterfuge to gain entry, but this was anything but a normal circumstance. Not only was the building a pale shell of the facility it would become in Miguel's own time, but the hours of operation were far different. While it still had scientists, researchers, and business people roaming the halls of every floor the majority of them went home at closing or despite working late, eventually made it outside and back to wherever it was they hung their hat. In 2099 the same could not be true. Like the rest of the neon-colored skyline of Nueva York, Alchemax would become a place of constant activity that never shut down and never slept.
For now though, despite its size and considerable power, the company that would become a megacorporation with more power than most governments, was still fairly normal.
As normal as a place with shady dealings, borderline unethical research, and ominous future implications can be, he thought as he slipped into the ventilation system.
As he made his way through, careful to not move so fast that he made noise that could alert a guard or cleaning person, he marveled at how even in the present the building was fairly accommodating for wallcrawling super-people.
Not often you find vents large enough for a person to crawl through in most places. This is not only large enough, but doesn't give you instant claustrophobia. Damn near spacious when you think about it.
Part of him wondered just why that was. Was there some quirk he didn't know about, some strange event involving the company that led to the place being built in such a way that a wallcrawler could get about easily and unseen? If so why? It wasn't as if someone could know what the future held, that he would one day not only work there but gain the abilities of Spider-Man. Plus, Miguel did not believe in coincidences.
Except there's always the possibility that it wasn't for me. That whole thing that happened with Deadpool and Parker awhile back, where we squared off against the evil future CEO only to learn who he really was. Maybe he had it designed this way, so that he could do exactly what I am doing now. Of course he came from an alternate future, not even the 2099 I call home. So this shouldn't exist as it is in this timeline...Shock if this time travel crap doesn't hurt your head when you think about it too closely!
Eventually making his way to the floor he worked on, Miguel slipped out of the vent system and into a maintenance closet at the end of the hall his lab was on.
"Lyla, civilian clothes, now," he ordered his holographic assistant.
Within seconds his watch, which stored Lyla, flashed as holographic light danced across his costume, changing it to look like a simple jeans and leather jacket combo.
"Okay, now to run those tests on the blood sample I got at the warehouse. See if we can put a face to our mystery arms dealer from the future," he said.
"But Miguel, how will you know? I mean Punisher and you left so much blood there that..."
He shuddered at her mention of the incident. He didn't like killing and was even more cautious about it now than he had been in his own time. After all one never knew what ramifications a death in the present could have on the future. Still, he had no choice but to work with Frank Castle on that job and the Punisher was always going to...punish.
"Glass from the window. The dealer took off through it, cut himself on the way out of his office. I managed to snag a shard of it. We'll run it against your database from 2099 and hopefully we get a match. Can't stop him from altering the past if I don't know who or what I'm dealing with."
For now though, despite its size and considerable power, the company that would become a megacorporation with more power than most governments, was still fairly normal.
As normal as a place with shady dealings, borderline unethical research, and ominous future implications can be, he thought as he slipped into the ventilation system.
As he made his way through, careful to not move so fast that he made noise that could alert a guard or cleaning person, he marveled at how even in the present the building was fairly accommodating for wallcrawling super-people.
Not often you find vents large enough for a person to crawl through in most places. This is not only large enough, but doesn't give you instant claustrophobia. Damn near spacious when you think about it.
Part of him wondered just why that was. Was there some quirk he didn't know about, some strange event involving the company that led to the place being built in such a way that a wallcrawler could get about easily and unseen? If so why? It wasn't as if someone could know what the future held, that he would one day not only work there but gain the abilities of Spider-Man. Plus, Miguel did not believe in coincidences.
Except there's always the possibility that it wasn't for me. That whole thing that happened with Deadpool and Parker awhile back, where we squared off against the evil future CEO only to learn who he really was. Maybe he had it designed this way, so that he could do exactly what I am doing now. Of course he came from an alternate future, not even the 2099 I call home. So this shouldn't exist as it is in this timeline...Shock if this time travel crap doesn't hurt your head when you think about it too closely!
Eventually making his way to the floor he worked on, Miguel slipped out of the vent system and into a maintenance closet at the end of the hall his lab was on.
"Lyla, civilian clothes, now," he ordered his holographic assistant.
Within seconds his watch, which stored Lyla, flashed as holographic light danced across his costume, changing it to look like a simple jeans and leather jacket combo.
"Okay, now to run those tests on the blood sample I got at the warehouse. See if we can put a face to our mystery arms dealer from the future," he said.
"But Miguel, how will you know? I mean Punisher and you left so much blood there that..."
He shuddered at her mention of the incident. He didn't like killing and was even more cautious about it now than he had been in his own time. After all one never knew what ramifications a death in the present could have on the future. Still, he had no choice but to work with Frank Castle on that job and the Punisher was always going to...punish.
"Glass from the window. The dealer took off through it, cut himself on the way out of his office. I managed to snag a shard of it. We'll run it against your database from 2099 and hopefully we get a match. Can't stop him from altering the past if I don't know who or what I'm dealing with."
