Chapter 20:

I did read up on a lot of Reed's theories though, they were simply fascinating. They spoke of different dimensions and the ways to access them. I already knew this, you know considering I came from another world, but it was still amazing to see such scientific evidence for it.

I knew I was never going to be as smart as Reed Richards, I can't build a teleporter in my garage with a few spare parts lying around. No, but what I can do is be a practical and sane mind. Scientific inventions wasn't the only form of genius.

My personal training session in the training yard become more of a challenge than anything else. I wanted to push my body to the limits, see how far I could jump, how much I could carry, how flexible I was, how good my balance was.

I was slowly improving myself, slowly, but surely. And thanks to my advanced regenerative powers I could recover from strenuous exercise the very next day, talk about a cheat code.

And then finally came my costume. I was similar to the classic costume, expect instead of blue I used black. I had to stitch on the webs for the costume, I cut up parts of the black spandex suit to sew into the red portion and create the patterns needed. I used parts of the bottom half of the red suit, not in use, to make gloves and leg coverings with a sole pad sowed into the bottom.

The suit was a two piece, the top half mainly red with black bits sworn into the sides and back. The bottom half was black with red shin high red feet coverings. I had to work on the mak a bit, make it less face hugging, cutting out eye holes and putting in lens of an old pair of glasses.

When I put the suit on and looked at myself in the mirror I gasped. In complete honesty….it was shit. It looked pathetic. Like a child drew it on a piece of napkin. The stitches were wrong, the measurements were horrible.

I wasn't a master tailor, over all it has been a waste of time.

I threw the costume under a loose floor board, a secret compartment where I stored sensitive items, like the rock containing the Hulk's blood.

I honestly didn't know what I should have expected. I don't know how the original Peter would have made his costume, but I'm shit with a thread and needle. I can't make my own costume, so for now, I'll just keep working on my web shooters.

Speaking of which they were coming along great. I managed to fix up a bracelet like bands to use as my new shooters. The shooters themselves were the important part, I made a knob on the top that could be used to adjust the web pressure, thereby giving me different types of webbing. The process of making them itself was difficult, no doubt about that, but it was worth it.

It was the weekend again and I found myself traveling to the Chikara dojo by train. Usually I had the weekends off, but it seems Colleen had other ideas. She told me to be ready for a more practical training exercise, whatever that means.

As I walked towards the now familiar building I noticed a few of my fellow students standing there waiting for something. I noticed one in particular, Marcus, a black kid that I remembered seeing in the Iron Fist TV show, one day he is going to join the Hand, but for now, he's just a kid.

"Peter, over here," Marcus called out.

"Hey Marcus," I nodded, "hey all," the others simply nodded to acknowledge process, "does anyone know what this is all about?"

"Sensei didn't tell you?" asked girl named Agatha, who we call called Agie.

I shrugged, "she just said it's going to be an interactive training session."

"Okay, so basically here's the deal, we're going to basically mug her," Marcus explained.

I blinked, "crazy person say what now?"

The kids laughed as Marcus explained. Colleen was teaching them real life skills, and apparently that included training kids to gang up and attack someone. They all thought it was just some basic stealth and teamwork building exercise, but I knew the truth, it was training for when became members of the Hand. They were being trained to assassinate people.

"So where is sensei?" I asked.

"Sensei Wing is hiding, she's somewhere in the city. It's our job to find her and get the jump on her. Basically our job is to grab her blade and run away before she can catch us and get it back. We are supposed to find out way back here and if we do that, we win!"

I could see it now, in the future the mission won't be hide and go seek, it would be locate and terminate. And the running back to base would be running to an extraction point. Truly the Hand were a sick group of people, smart, but sick.

We waited for another hour for more people to show up before we split into groups. Usually it was up to you to find a group to travel with, but since I was still fairly new at this and inexperienced, I got to tag along with Marcus, a kid named Brandon and Agie.

We four decided to check the surrounding areas for clues. Most of the other groups went in random directions but Marcus decided to check her favorite hang out spots first. We ended up wasting an hour of our time, by thoint Colleen could have been in Harlem, Downtown or even Queens for all we know.

But then I got an idea. I ask myself, how would Batman do it? How would he track the Joker? And I got an answer.

I would think like him, so I did. I thought like Collen. What was her objective? To train her students. So that means she'll be close, maybe somewhere open and where a woman carrying a katana can be easily spotted. This would also remove chance for her students to hide and getting the jump on her.

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