This is less of a fanfiction and more of a script for a Spider-Man series I always dreamed of, but I decided to post it here.
Chapter 1: A Normal Life
Peter's alarm clock buzzed in his ear. It was 7 AM, which meant he had to get ready to go to school, he was not excited at all. Today was gonna be like any other day, Peter would probably get picked on by Flash, Harry would come to save him, he'd go to his classes, fawn over Liz Allan, and come home to see Aunt May and Uncle Ben like always. He wanted to stay home today. He didn't have any tests today or homework due, so why bother going.
"Peter," his Aunt's voice rang up the stairs, "get up or you're going to be late for school." Peter knew their was no way Aunt May was going to let him stay home unless death itself was knocking at his door, so instead he hit the top of his alarm clock to turn it off, grabbed his glasses off his bedside table and began getting ready. "Peter did you hear me," Aunt May yelled again.
"I heard you Aunt May," Peter said as he changed out of his pajama's and into his everyday clothes. He looked in the mirror in his closet and got a good look at himself, he adjusted his short brown hair real quick so that it lay flat on his head, then put on a pair of blue jeans, black sneakers, a t-shirt with a science pun on it (today's was a red shirt that said "if it moves it's biology, if it stinks it's chemistry, and if it doesn't work it's physics), and a gray hoodie to cover up for the fall. He then quickly ran out the door of his room and down the stairs to meet his Aunt and Uncle for breakfast.
"Morning Pete," his Uncle said as he sipped his morning coffee and read the morning paper, "you sleep well?"
"I slept fine Uncle Ben," Peter said as he took a seat at the table. Aunt May then walked in and set down three plates of eggs, sausage, and toast at the table, giving Ben a kiss on his forehead as she placed down his plate. Peter loved watching his Aunt and Uncle in the morning, such a happy sight. They had been married so long that even though their hair had gone silver, they still loved each other. It made Peter happier than anything, and truly braced him for his day.
"Oh by the way," Peter said as he quickly remembered something from yesterday, "I was hoping to have Harry over to help me on some experiments after school today if that's okay with you."
"Oh Harry is welcome to come whenever he wants," Aunt May said with a smile, "any friend of yours is a friend of ours."
"To be honest he's here so often that you'd think he already lived her," Uncle Ben said with a small laugh.
"Speaking of school," Aunt May said, "you might want to hurry Peter or you'll be late."
Peter looked at the time and realized that he only had 20 minutes until school started, had he really spent that much time getting ready. He quickly ate his breakfast, taking the toast to go, and said goodbye to his Aunt and Uncle, giving her a kiss and him a hug. Peter grabbed his backpack and ran out the door of the little house in Queens and began sprinting to the school. Despite his best efforts, the lack of athletic ability made it so that he was still late for school. He wheezed as he entered the school, running so much made him tired, and made his way to his first class.
"Late again Mr. Parker," his history teacher (Peter couldn't remember her name and was way to embarrassed to ask), "you do live in Queens don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am," Peter said with his head hung low, "I just lost track of time."
She let out a long sigh. "I'll let it slide since you make up for it with exceptional grades, but do try to be on time."
"Yes Ma'am," Peter said as he took his seat. The class went on to be slow and boring, Peter had already went over most of this stuff himself in his free time so it just bored him even more. Eventually the bell rang and Peter went to go put his backpack in his locker and head to gym class. As he opened the small locker door, Peter was pelted in the head with a football. This meant one thing and one thing only, the first part of his day was starting.
"Yo Parker," the brutish voice said. Peter turned to see Flash Thompson standing at the end of the hallway, "how are you always late? I mean, I live in Brooklyn and I hate it here and I'm still on time." Peter didn't respond, he didn't want to fuel Flash's fire. He legitimately hated every thing about him, his short golden hair, his perfect smile, and that damn varsity jacket he always wore to show off. It all pissed Peter off. He wanted to punch Flash in the face, but he knew how well that would go for him. Besides, Peter knew that if Flash was here that means that "he" would show up in 3... 2...
"Leave him alone Flash," Harry Osborn said as he circled the corner. On time as always, Peter thought to himself.
"Aw look it's his little bodyguard," Flash said as he sized up to Harry, "what are you gonna do? Money me to death?" This got a small laugh from the posse of basketball players behind Flash.
"Or I could just hit you," Harry said, following suit and sizing up to Flash, "and I personally like that idea better."
A loud clearing of the throat interrupted the interaction between Flash and Harry. Both turned to see Mr. Davis, the principle, standing over them. "I believe both of you have class to get to," he said sternly, "and I think that would be a much better use of your time than fighting in my hallways." The bell rang signaling that class was about to start.
"We'll finish this another time rich boy," Flash said, he walked away taking his sports posse with him. Harry walked over to Peter, who was just closing his locker.
"Why do you let him pick on you like that man," Harry asked as he leaned against the locker next to Peter.
"What do you want me to do Harry," Peter said as he began walking to the gym, Harry followed beside him, "I think we both know how well me standing up to Flash would go." Harry didn't want to admit it, but his friend was right. Harry responded with just a sullen silence. "Hey," Peter said to break the tension, "are we still hanging out tonight?"
"Yeah man," Harry said as he put his hands behind his, "not like I got anything better to do." Peter always felt a little bad for Harry. Despite always having the best of stuff, from his perfect red hair to his designer black leather jacket and fancy boots, he always seemed to have nothing. Harry always seemed happiest when he was hanging out with Peter, and Peter was happy to have a friend.
Gym class went even slower then history. They were working on basketball this week and the next because of tryouts coming up soon. Peter of course couldn't make an shots, even ones he calculated in his head, it was a little disheartening. It didn't help that Flash showed off and nailed every shot. Next was photography, an elective of Peter's. He always found the subject relaxing and enjoyed just taking pictures of things.
After that it was time for lunch, and the third part of his day. Peter slipped out to the football field and sat in the rafters, what had basically become tradition at this point, and watched the cheerleaders. He didn't care much for any of the girls, except for one. He watched the head cheerleader, Liz Allan, and fawned over her as he always did.
"You do realize how creepy this is right," Harry said as he handed Peter a sandwich.
"What's creepy about it," Peter said as he unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite.
"Dude if this anywhere else, it would be straight up stalking," Harry said as he did the same with his own sandwich.
"I don't what you're talking about," Peter said, raising his hands in an innocent fashion, "I'm just sitting on the rafters with my friend, eating a sandwich, and enjoying the outdoors."
"Yeah right," Harry laughed as he jokingly punched Peter's shoulder, it did still hurt though, "we both know you make me come here to eat so you can watch the cheerleaders."
"I do not make you come here to watch the cheerleaders," Peter said, still trying to play innocent, "I drag you out here to watch one cheerleader. ONE."
Harry laughed really hard, "that's even creepier." Peter followed his friends example and jokingly punched him. After lunch had ended, the two went back inside and went to their next class, Math. Peter kinda just sat their and drew in his notebook. Occasionally the teacher asked a question, and Peter would answer it without looking up. After that was Peter's free period, he always used it to head down to the abandoned science lab, with the principle's permission of course, and work on some of his experiments. He then had his favorite class, science. Peter was the first one to class, as always, taking his seat next to Harry and diligently doing the work assigned on the board. The class always went faster than Peter wished it would, a bit sad if you asked him, but today was different.
"Remember class," the science teacher said as he erased the whiteboard, "this Friday we're going on a field trip to Dr. Curtis Connors laboratory." Peter couldn't believe the words, Dr. Connors laboratory, it was a dream come true. "Be sure to have these slips signed by your guardian and returned to me before class Thursday."
"Can you believe it," Peter said to Harry as the two walked back to his house, "Dr. Connors is one of my heroes and I'm not only going to get to meet him, I'm going to be in his laboratory. Pinch me, I have to be dreaming." Harry gladly followed his friends request and pinched him on the back of the hand, Peter responded by jokingly punching his friend in the arm again.
"Hello boys," Aunt May said as the two walked into the house.
"Hello Mrs. Parker," Harry said letting out a shy wave, he always liked Aunt May for how kind she was.
"Oh Harry," Aunt May said, letting her bright smile fill the room, "I told you that you can just call me May."
"Right Mrs... uh... May," Harry said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Peter laughed as the two walked downstairs to the basement lab he had made. The lab was small and quaint with various tables containing gadgets, chemicals, and other items he used for inventions.
"You know it never ceases to amaze me what crazy mad scientist stuff comes out of this little lab," Harry said as he scanned the tables, stopping at a small bowl filled with some weird substance, "what's this?"
Peter stopped what he was working on and walked over, "Oh, that was me trying to make a new form of super glue for Uncle Ben, he said that store bought stuff just didn't work, so I made him some new stuff that's extremely sticky and dries fast. Only problem is that the chemicals I used biodegrade after an hour or so."
"Assume for a second that I don't know what biodegrade means," Harry said as he poked the white glue.
"It falls apart after a couple hours," Peter said, "it makes it so that Uncle Ben would have to keep reapplying it every so often and he would not want to do that. I'm taking the whole project back a couple steps."
"If this is what you're working on, I don't think I can help much," Harry said, still poking at the super glue, "unless you're gonna use this to glue me to the wall."
"No," Peter said, "well not today anyway. I'm trying to make these new little micro bots to help around the house, but they're not working."
"Yes because the only thing creepier then you gluing me to the wall is carrying me away in a horde of mini bots," Harry said as he looked at the tiny machines.
Peter let out a big laugh at the stupid joke, "just hold these so I can tighten them together, okay?" Harry happily helped his friend and took two small pieces of metal holding them together. The two worked until Harry got a call from his father saying that a car was waiting outside to pick him up and take him home. After Harry left, Peter continued to work on his gadget to no avail. It just didn't work. Eventually, Peter gave up and sat down in his rolling chair to get his mind off of everything. He couldn't help but think of the field trip on Friday, he was so excited that he might actually burst. Peter thought to himself, with something like this on the way the week has to go fast. He then went back to working on his project.
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The week went slower than any other in his life. Flash seemed to pick on him more, and it didn't help that Harry didn't seem to come to school throughout the week. There was no explanation to why Harry wasn't in school, but it certainly made his week far harder. Noting stopped Flash's constant assault, Peter even finally felt the cliche of getting stuffed into a locker. It was a long, grueling, week but Peter managed to make it to Friday, and nothing could ruin this for him.
Peter had Uncle Ben drop him off at school so that way he wasn't late. He quickly said goodbye to his Uncle and got on the bus to take him to take him to Empire State University. The campus was huge, Peter had already determined that he wanted to go here, but seeing it in person made him want to go here more. The whole class slowly walked into the laboratory. Peter couldn't believe his eyes, there was a series of animals around the lab. Lizards, eels, spiders, you name it and Dr. Connors had it. It was Peter's dream come true.
"Science students of Midtown High," a voice boomed through the large lab. Everyone turned to see man in a lab coat with an orange shirt and suit pants, he had shaved blonde hair and emerald green eyes, but what really caught everyone's attention was the fact that he was missing an arm. "My name is Dr. Curtis Connors, I run this laboratory. Now a couple of rules before we start. One, this is very fragile equipment and some of these animals are years of my research so do not touch anything unless I say so. Two, please refrain from bugging the other scientists, some of them are on the verge of breakthroughs. Any questions?"
The entire class raised their hands. "Any questions that do not involve my arm," Dr. Connors said in response. The whole class lowered their hands, all except one. "You there in the back," Dr. Connors said pointing to the one hand that was still raised.
"Yes sir," Peter said as he stepped forward, "I was wondering about some of these animals. I've never even seen or heard of some of these species and was hoping you could elaborate."
"All in due time," Dr. Connors said with a laugh, "we will go over all of the species throughout the tour. If you'll all follow me." Peter followed with entusiasm, taking pictures whenever Dr. Connors would allow him to. The tour went by like everything Peter liked, way to fast. "And for the last stop of our tour," Dr. Connors said as he gestured to a small container, alone on a table, "one of my own creations, a genetically altered spider that has the DNA of many different species of spiders. It is the result of years of research and..."
"Excuse me sir," a blonde girl in black glasses and an orange hoodie in front said, "It's missing."
"WHAT," Dr. Connors basically ran through the crowd of students in order to see the empty container, "nonononono. LOCK DOWN THE LAB AND FIND THAT SPIDER."
Peter couldn't believe what was happening, but took the opportunity to look around the lab some more and get more pictures.
"Puny Parker." Peter turned to see Flash standing behind him, "only you could get excited by this snooze fest. Not to mention that you're just taking freaking pictures while some super spider is loose." Peter tried to ignore Flash like he always did, it didn't work. "I'm talking to you Parker," Flash said as he pushed Peter against one of the lab tables, "and you should speak when spoken to."
"Just leave me alone," Peter snapped at Flash. Flash let out an over dramatic gasp and placed his hand on his chest.
"Are you standing up to me Parker," Flash said with a smile, "colored me impressed, but you do realize I need to beat you now."
Peter just stood with his hands against the table. He was way to focused on Flash, so focused that nothing else registered in his mind. Not Dr. Connors, his other classmates, and certainly not the spider that crawled onto his hand. Peter had all of his rage focused on Flash, at least until the sharp pain flowed through his hand.
Peter quickly grabbed his hands and let out a roar of pain, sending the spider flying at Flash. Flash promptly freaked out and crushed the spider. Peter wobbled around holding his hand, he at least stopped screaming. There was multiple things happening around Peter. Dr. Connors trying to help steady Peter and keep him calm, Flash Thompson laughing and taunting Peter, and the other classmates just freaking out. Peter was wobbling back and forth. He then fell forward, catching the lab table to support himself, and then promptly threw up his breakfast. Flash was laughing uncontrollably as Peter stood up, but Peter couldn't register any of the sounds around him, the pain blocked all of it out. Peter then looked around and registered everything around him, before promptly passing out.