Chapter 88: Trapster


    <strong>Chapter 88: Trapster</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing Peter act like this, Benjamin felt like teasing him a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, you got quite some grip there, young man.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter realized that he was using his super strength and quickly retracted his hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, no. I’m just a normal high school student!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">…If you say things like that, it would be more suspicious you know?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin almost retorted out loud.


    <span style="font-weight:400">MJ rolled her eyes and whispered to Peter sarcastically.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nice save.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You think so?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">MJ didn’t even know what to say to that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Still not reading the mood, May asked Peter curiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong, Peter? I thought you’d be more excited. You always talk about how great Captain Freed is whenever there’s an opportunity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin raised an eyebrow at that and looked at Peter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was he actually a fanboy of his?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter was naturally embarrassed and quickly denied it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wha-! I did not! Don’t make things up, Aunt May!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But just yesterday, you-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhh! Those kids are ying with the dispenser again!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter quickly pointed at the few kids ying around with the water dispenser behind them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing that, May’s face darkened, and started stomping her way to those kids.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! Stop ying with that!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin smiled wryly as he watched May scold the kids. Although she looked quite angry, her tone was a bit gentle so it could be seen that she wasn’t really mad at them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was more of lecturing them in order to correct their manners.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin looked at them warmly for a bit before turning to Peter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was an awkward silence in the air…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin cleared his throat and asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahem. So…do you want an autograph or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pft-!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">MJ tried to hold back herughter when she saw Peter’s expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter was about to retort something back but felt something with his spidey sense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Watch out!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He quickly grabbed MJ and pulled her behind him while Benjamin merely nced at the wall beside them and raised his hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then…nothing happened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">MJ looked at Peter curiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What happened?”’


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A car almost crashed the wall but…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter nced at Benjamin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin smiled at him and exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry. I already stopped it. Let’s go see what’s happening.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just now, a car had almost crashed into the wall and destroyed it but Benjamin stopped it with telekinesis and prevented the building from suffering any damages.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It would be bad to see this ce destroyed when he just donated money to it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Waving his hand, a portal appeared on the wall which led directly outside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin settled the car down gently and the people inside all sighed in relief as they got out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Looking in the distance, they could see an armored truck and several other cars scattered on the street covered in…a yellow goo?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then, from inside the armored truck, a figure appeared holding a bag of money on his left hand while on his right hand was what appeared to be a gun of some sort with a tube connected to a container on his back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing this guy, Benjamin was a bit speechless.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Is this guy…the Trapster?


    <span style="font-weight:400">This guy actually had the guts to show up when the EPD is quite active?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin then noticed a few figures in different suits also covered in yellow goo.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh, it seems some members tried to stop him but were glued down by the Trapster…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, this guy’s glue is indeed annoying to handle if you don’t have the right powerset.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s quite messy too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Trapster looked at them andughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, what a STICKY situation you guys are in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Argh! Get us out of here!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! Why would I? Isn’t it nice to BOND together?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">““Aaahhh! Enough with the glue jokes!””


    <span style="font-weight:400">Trapster chuckled at that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My, what a COHESIVE group.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stop it!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The group of young EPD members roared angrily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin smiled wryly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Right…this guy is also known for his annoying glue puns whenever he fights.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, enough of that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">To this small viin, Benjamin didn’t need to use all his powers. Telekinesis is enough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">First, he froze Trapster in ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then, he crushed the glue gun in his hand to prevent him from shooting anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He then put the money back in the armored truck and controlled the surrounding area to fix themselves.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, he can’t control the scattered goo since it’s stuck to wherever they are.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Speaking of, he still had that Casket of Ancient Winters.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It might be overkill but it will do the job to freeze the glue and break it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin took out the casket and controlled the freezing chill that came out of it so it didn’t freeze the entire city.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After making sure all the glues were frozen, the EPD members stuck on it were able to easily break themselves free with their strength.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At first, they were confused as to what was happening.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But when they saw Benjamin, their eyes lit up, and quickly greeted him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Boss! You were here!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for saving us!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin smiled and nodded to them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. I happened to be nearby. Go ahead and cuff this guy up. Don’t worry, I already STUCK him in ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The EPD members and even the Trapster were speechless.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did he just…make a glue pun too!?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Trapster was angered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! Don’t steal my lines! Also, get me out of here!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nope. You’re gonna STICK around for a long time in prison.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“FUCK! STOP IT!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stop getting so ATTACHED to things.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“ARGHHH!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The EPD members didn’t know what to say.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was fine to scold Trapster for the bad jokes but…this is their boss.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Won’t they be in trouble if they scold him too?


    <span style="font-weight:400">But if they were tough…won’t it be too fake?


    <span style="font-weight:400">What are we supposed to do here!?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Not minding them, Benjamin scratched his chin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, I tried to quip like Spider-man would but as I thought, it’s pretty hard to do it right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter, who was listening in, was speechless to hear him suddenly mentioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The other members quickly shook their heads.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No no no. Please don’t copy that guy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Spider-man’s not right in the head.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter red at the EPD members, deeply remembering their faces.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What do you mean not right in the head!? I’ll show youter what’s not right in the head!


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a while, the situation has been handled and everything was back to normal so Benjamin and the others went back inside FEAST.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter sighed, mentally exhausted at the events that happened this day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Man, what an eventful day…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Beside him, MJ smirked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I guess you could say that it’s STUCK in your head now, huh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“MJ! Not you too!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahahaha!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin looked at the two and also smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At this time, May finally came back to them and looked at them in confusion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong? What did I miss?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Peter answered with a sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">May merely raised an eyebrow at that but shrugged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, we must celebrate today! Mr. Freed, would you mind joining us for dinner? Oh, MJ, you cane with too!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I wouldn’t miss May’s cooking for the world!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">MJ smiled and nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin also nodded since there wasn’t anything urgent for him to do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. I don’t mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Great!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yay…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">While May and MJ seemed excited, only Peter cheered weakly at the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Everything will be fine…right?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Meanwhile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Inside a certain Oscorpb.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A man barged in while huffing and puffing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Octavius! You promised me super soldiers! Where are they!?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Inside theb, a hunched man with unkept hair could be seen tinkering with something on the desk, unfazed by the brazen and arrogant attitude of the man who barged in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Almost done, Osborn…patience…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How long must I wait!?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Norman asked angrily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Octavius mouth curved into a thin smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not long now…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">As if right on cue, he finished up with his work and stood up with his back facing Norman.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Norman was surprised and looked excited.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it done!?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Octavius smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes…it’s done…you, that is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, long tentacle-like tubes started to squirm on top of the desk which quickly moved and started to attach themselves behind Octavius!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Feeling that something was wrong, Norman started to step back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Octavius! What…what are you doing!?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">*Thump*Thump*Thump*Thump*


    <span style="font-weight:400">Four thumping sounds could be heard as the four tentacles started to push themselves from the ground, lifting Octavius who was attached to it on his back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Slowly, Octavius turned to Norman.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You wanted a super soldier…I’m giving you one…!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nooo!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Norman panicked when one of the arms shot towards him and grabbed him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Octavius! Stop this instant!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I’m still gonna have so much fun tormenting you…as you did to me…!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nooooo!!!”