Author's Note:
Hello my fellow web heads! I am a huge Spider-Man fan so I decided to give it a shot and write about him. This is my first story and my first chapter. I wanted to make this story about villains you may not know about. Some you may know, if you do I would like you to tell me in the reviews. I also twisted Peter's origin a bit, not too much. I twisted a few of the villain origins as well. I rated this mature for a reason. Sex and cursing is involved, as well as violence and serious depressing scenes but we already knew that. I hope you enjoy this first chapter!
Peter Parker was always a simple kid. He may have been more than simple, but not in the ways you would expect. He is a genius, a bookworm or nerd may define him completely. It was another simple day, Peter wore his prescription glasses as always. He had his dark brown hair combed back as always. He wore a red sweater vest with a white t-shirt underneath. The shirt was tucked into his light blue jeans. He always stayed fashionablly neat. His brand new black dress shoes shimmered in the glistening sunlight. He sat in the bleechers while reading his textbook. He was at a baseball game, normally he would never be anywhere near a baseball field. Although, his friend, Fred Myers was the best pitcher on the team and Peter was there to support him. Fred threw another curveball that landed in the umpire's mit. The crowd cheered at the strikeout. Peter cheered his friend on, "Way to go, Fred!". Fred smiled and tipped his hat to Peter. He wore the white uniform that any baseball player would wear. The only differance between his uniform and the other team's was that their hats were different colors. His team was blue, the other was yellow. Fred always tried to convince Peter to join the team. Peter always declined. After the game, the two friends went out to celebrate their victory. The sad thing is...their school had bullies, what school doesn't? Flash Thompson, grabbed Fred by his shoulder and yanked him into a strong hold. Flash kept his arm around Fred's neck so he wouldn't escape. "You think you can steal my spotlight, eh?". Flash shoved the poor boy to the ground. "Well you're wrong!", Flash continued his taunting by spitting on Fred. Peter shoved Flash in an attempt to help his friend. "Leave him alone, Flash!". Flash sneered at Peter before punching him right on his left cheek. Peter had a massive bruise on his face for most of the school year...but he didn't care. You may be asking, why? Because he knew that no matter what, he had protected his friend from getting punched.
Years Later...
When Peter got old enough to work, he found his carear as a photographer for The Daily Bugle. He entered his boss's office as always, to find Jonah Jameson with a cigar in his mouth. Jonah had dark black hair that seemed similiar to a crew cut. He had a few grey hairs as well but he still seemed young. His mustache copied his personality, the mustache could be an exact replica of Hitler's. He wore a white buttoned long sleeve shirt, only the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Everyday, he wore a tie, either black, red, brown, or blue. To finish off his appearance, he wore black dress pants and black dress shoes. He put out his cigar before gesturing to Peter that he should sit. Peter obeys and sits in the plastic chair. That's right, a plastic chair. Jolly Jonah is extremely cheap. "Do you have the photos I wanted?", Jonah started the conversation with his deep raspy voice. Many people think he gained it through smoking too much. "Yes sir, just like you wanted.", Peter handed five to six perfect shots he took with his camera. They covered the charity ball he went to the previous night. "Oh goodie, let's take a look at these.", Jonah searched through the pictures for two minutes before selecting one and tossing the others into a garbage bin. "Boy, do you take the worst shots i've ever seen.", Jonah began writing the check for Peter who was on his hands and knees trying to find the pictures. "Why did you throw the others away?", Peter asked. "They were garbage, garbage belongs in the garbage.", Jonah replied. Peter dusted off his uniform. His work uniform consisted of black dress pants, black dress shoes, and as you may have guessed, a black dress shirt. This shirt, however, had a Bugle emblem on it to show who he worked for. Peter wiped his glasses clean, all these years, and he still needs them. He no longer combed his hair, it now turned messy. Jonah handed Peter his check and waved him out the door before adding, "By the way, Oscorp is hosting a new presentation. Get me photos!". Jonah slammed the door shut behind Peter as soon as he exited.
Peter checked the time of the presentation. The presentation starts at four, it is one o' clock right now. He has plenty of time to stop at his favorite diner and visit Gwen. He was often the only person there, sometimes three or four others would come in every two hours. He took his seat at a booth and waited for the waitress to come. She was surpirsed when she saw Peter sitting there. "Pete!", she said as she hugged him. Peter admired her beauty, her long blond hair, her perfect skinny body. Her uniform always consisted of a red button up shirt, and a red short skirt. "Hey Gwen, I figured I'd stop by.", Peter replied with a smile. "Aren't you busy, though?", Gwen asked as she sat next to Peter in the booth as they spoke. "I always find time for my girlfriend.", Peter kissed her lightly on the cheek. She scooted closer to him as he read the menu. "What do you suggest?", Peter asked. "The turkey melt is good.", Gwen replied, she added right after by whispering into his ear, "And for dessert, Gwen Stacy.", Peter and Gwen laughed together. "I think that would be great, see you tonight?", Peter asked. "Tonight.", Gwen replied. After Peter ate his sandwich, he started towards Oscorp.
Peter entered the massive building with other photographers and journalists. Their tour guide gestured them past many mechanics. So many were amazing, what could possibly be better? A glider, or so they called it, was in the process of being built. A monitor that displayed the title, "V.U.L.T.U.R.E" spun in a 3D print. Behind the monitor was an armored suit that had wings, only one scientist worked on this one. Soon, they stepped through sliding doors and entered a dark room. It took a few seconds for Peter's eyes to adjust. He then realized that the room had many fish tanks...but nothing was inside. He looked closely at one of the tanks and was surprised to see a spider in its web. He was snapped from his trance when he heard the tour guide, "No flash photography please, the spiders here prefer the dark.", Peter shut off his flash and began taking ordinary pictures of the spiders. What he didn't know...was that one had escaped. On the other side of the room, another photographer from The Daily Globe was asking the tour guide a question, "Where did this spider go?", the photographer asked as he pointed to an empty tank. The tour guide read his name tag before replying, "Well, Mr. Brock, I wouldn't worry, they probably just took it out for testing.", the tour guide then turned her attention to the other members of the group. Peter kept taking pictures of the spiders and checking them to see if the quality fit. While he was distracted, a spider lowered itself from a web and landed on Peter's hand. When Peter pushed a button, a noise alarmed the spider so much that it bit Peter in self defense. The pain wasn't intense, it only felt like someone pinched him. Still, Peter gasped in surprise and noticed that the spider was on the floor and running away. He made sure nobody saw him and stomped on the spider, thus killing it.
Later that night, Peter returned to his apartment and checked his wound. It was only a red bump, very similar to a misquito bite. He googled the spider bite to ensure he was fine and realized the spider wasn't deadly. Little did he know that the spider had been tampered with at Oscorp. As he continued to read about the spider, his phone beeped alerting him of a text. He looked at the text, it was from Gwen, "Be there in ten minutes, ready for dessert?".
Peter's bedroom light was off, the door was shut. All was calm. Then the door swung open as Gwen and Peter entered the room in a deep intense lip lock. The two made out as Peter backed Gwen towards the bed. She fell on it and giggled as Peter began unbuttoning her shirt. "Peter!", she cooed as he opened her shirt to get at her breast. She wore a black bra, Peter kissed her stomach lightly, that perfect slim stomach. Gwen then sat up quickly and worked frantically to unbutton Peter's pants. She pulled them off to get at his boxers. The two kissed eachother hard for a moment before returning to removing eachother's clothes. Peter undid her bra as Gwen pulled off his shirt. Peter didn't have abs, but he wasn't out of shape either. He was rather skinny. Peter tossed aside her bra, her breasts were perfect, he began to suck on one. She moaned in delight as she leaned her head back. It felt good...for both of them. Peter then pulled off her skirt ready for the best part. He knew she was wearing panties but was still dissapointed that he had to remove those as well. He removed her panties and yearned for her perfect vagina. Gwen pulled off his boxers in joy before he stuck his penis into her vagina. The two kissed, tongues often entering the other's mouth as they had sex.
Peter woke up on the floor, naked. He examined his room, the sheets were on the floor as well. Gwen must have left already. He took his shower, made his bed, and began getting dressed. He put on dark blue jeans, red sneakers, a blue t-shirt, and a red hoodie. He put on his glasses before looking at himself in the mirror. He enjoyed his night, he yearned for more. He began making his breakfast. He made hard boiled eggs and toast. After eating, he went to grab his newspaper. The front page had his picture and was written about the charity ball. He flipped to the next page, sports, comics, and finally, landed on something that interested him. "Carnival Grand Opening" was the headline. At first, he figured it would be a good place to take Gwen. Then he realized it would make a good headline. He grabbed the phone and dialed Jameson's number. "You have one minute to explain yourself or i'm hanging up!", yelled Jonah from the other line. "Jonah, it's me, Peter.", Peter replied swiftly. "Parker? What the hell are you calling about?", Jonah shouted back. "A carnival is opening and I wanted to know if you'd like some photos for it.", Peter replied. "Carnival? I'd rather hear a dry fart from a wet dog than read an article about a carnival.", Jameson yelled into Peter's ear right before slamming the phone down. "Hello? He hung up on me...", Peter says as he sets the phone down. Peter often gave photos to both sides, The Daily Bugle and The Daily Globe. Sometimes they used them, sometimes they didn't, but it worked for Peter. He called Gwen to ask her about the carnival, "Hey Gwen, it's Peter. I saw that a carnival was opening today and figured we could go.", Gwen replied in excitment, "Yeah! That sounds great, see you soon.", Gwen said before the two hung up.
"Step right up, one dollar to see a miraculous throw!", shouted Fred Myers. A couple of kids approached him with a dollar. "This better be good.", one snarled at Fred. Fred just grinned and twirled a boomerang in his hand before snatching the money. "Oh trust me, it will be.", Fred replied. He threw the boomerang and it spun quickly at a bottle. It shattered the bottle before spinning in a loop and hitting another bottle. The boomerang darted between one of the kid's legs and landed in Fred's hand. Fred smirked at the kid but was surprised at the kid's reponse. "LAME! I want my money back!", the kid shouted. Fred sneered at him and pointed to a sign, "NO REFUNDS!", Fred shouted. Fred began to put new bottles in replacement of the old ones. "Your throwing sucks just like your costume!", the kid says to taunt Fred. Fred didn't want to admit it but the kid was right, his costume was odd. It was purple and blue spandex with metal that had been painted white placed upon his head to look like a boomerang. The same thing was on his chest, only it was bigger. The kid grabbed the register Fred had put his money in and ran. "HEY! THIEF!", Fred began to chase him when he realized something. He didn't have to, he could stop the kid with a single throw. He held back the boomerang...and pitched his throw.
Meanwhile, Peter and Gwen were on the ferris wheel. "Oh Peter, this is so much fun.", Gwen said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I knew you would like it.", Peter replied. Once they got to the bottom, they were startled by two police cars racing by with their sirens on and lights flashing. "What's happening?", Gwen asks in a terrified tone. "I don't know...stay here.", Peter says before running towards the danger.
Fred threw three boomerangs at once and they all hit their targets...cops. The kids and cops lay unconcious. "It's not my fault! They stole from ME!", Fred shouts at them. He notices another cop rushing him head on and throws another boomerang. Peter suddenly tackles the cop and the boomerang misses them. It circles around and Fred catches it. "What the bloody hell?", he shouts in surprise. The impact from Peter's tackle had made his hood cover his head and his glasses fall off. He was surprised to find out that he could see BETTER without his glasses. Suddenly, he got a slight headache in the back of his head. His body knew what to do, he did a flip and somersaulted to the ground behind Fred. Peter was amazed at what he just did. The boomerang circled around once more and Fred caught it. "Who the hell are you?!", Fred snarled towards the hooded man. Peter realized that the hood covers his face and tried to come up with the catchiest thing he could at the top of his head. "I'm Spider-Man", he replied. Yeah...Spider-Man...it's perfect. "Well, "Spider-Man"...if you like being a hero so much...THEN SAVE HER!", Fred shouts before throwing another boomerang. Peter watches the boomerang spin towards Gwen and does a frontflip to catch it while it's in mid air. Once he lands, he spins around to face Fred...who ran away while he was occupied. Peter curses under his breath. "Peter...how did you do that?", Gwen says in a trembling tone. "I'll explain later...", Peter replied, and he did. He told her how he was bitten at Oscorp. After explaining the story to her, they waited for more officers to arrive for questioning. Gwen hugged her father once he arrived. "Why did you take my daughter to this place?", George questions angerly towards Peter. Before Peter can even respond, Gwen speaks, "It's not his fault, how could he have known this would happen? Besides, he saved me.", George looks to Peter as if saying, "Is this true?", Peter states firmly, "It's true sir, i'd do anything to protect your daughter.". George sighs before replying, "Thank you...", George then walks away with Gwen before a cop walks over to Peter. "Hello, i'm Patrick Mulligan, I just wanted to ask you a few questions.", the officer says to Peter. "Of course, sir.", Peter replies. "Do you know the man that did this? His name is Fred Myers.", Patrick shows a picture to Peter. "Oh my God...Fred did this?", Peter asks in a shocked tone. "You know him?", Patrick asks as he sits down across from Peter. "We went to the same school together, he use to be the baseball team's pitcher.", Peter explains. "That would explain his good arm...okay sir, i'm going to have to take your name and number in case we need to call you.", Patrick tells Peter. Peter gives him his name and number before going home...he has a lot of work to do.
Peter began making his costume, he can't let anybody see his face. He took spandex and white sunglasses lens to make the mask. He sewed them together and began creating a web type patern on the mask, he started to do the same for the rest of the suit. In the end, after seven hours of nonstop work, Peter had his finished suit. The mask covered his whole face, it was a dark red with the black web design. His eyes were covered by white lens, you couldn't see in, but he could see out. The rest of his suit consisted of red and blue with the same web design. The middle, however, had a spider symbol. Its legs stretch to Peter's shoulders. On his back, he had a smaller spider emblem, this one was red instead of black. He examined himself in the mirror and laughed, "This is awesome!", he said as he started flexing like superheroes in comics that he read when he is startled so much by a voice that he leaps up and sticks to the ceiling. "What the hell are you doing?", Gwen asks. "Uh...nothing.", Peter replies as he jumps back down. "Is that...a costume? Do expect to be some kindof superhero?", Gwen asks. "Gwen...Fred is a friend...maybe I can negotiate with him.", Peter explains before pulling off his mask. "He tried to kill you!", Gwen shouts. "Yeah...he did the same with the cops though, if they can't stop him, then I have to.", Peter replies. He sits on the edge of the bed as he starts pulling his feet coverings off. "It's not your responsibility.", Gwen says as she sits next to Peter. "Maybe it is...", Peter replies.
Later that day, Peter visited his aunt. "Peter! What a surprise!", May says as she hugs him. "It's good to see you too, Aunt May.", Peter replies. "What brings you by?", May asks. "I was wondering if I could have a look in the attic, I may have forgotten something when I moved out.", Peter replies. "Of course you can dear, do you need any help?", May asks. "No, i'm fine, thanks anyways.", Peter says before going into the attic. Peter begins looking through old boxes in search for a science project of his. He realized something...if he's going to be Spider-Man, doesn't he need a web? Years ago, he made a science project, a string like fluid that was extremely strong and durable. The only reason he never entered it into the science fair was because the fluid would disolve after thirty minutes. Peter figured that now he would only need it for a few seconds, so it would work perfectly. He opens a box and finds the wrist straps that bare devices on them. He straps it to his arm and tests it, the strand of "webbing" fires across the room and sticks to the wall.
After Peter finished his costume and was ready for his second confrontation, he bought a police radio. After hours of random reports about muggings or drug deals, a report of a robbery goes through. "Robbery at First National, we need backup, thief is considered armed with boomerangs and extremely dangerous.", says the dispatcher. Peter opened his window and took a deep breath. "I hope this works", he says to himself before firing a web. He then leaps off of the ledge while screaming, he fires another strand from his other hand and swings away from the building. His scream turns into a "WHOOO!", as he swings through the sky.
At First National, Fred tosses a banker through the window as he begins to escape with the money. He then hears, "Heads up!", but it's too late, Spider-Man swings down and kicks Fred onto the pavement. "I warned ya, Fred", Spider-Man says saracasticlly. "YOU! How do you know my name?!", Fred shouts in anger. Spider-Man then does something unexpected...he takes off his mask. "It's me...Peter...", Peter says calmly. "Parker? I almost didn't recongize ya without your glasses.", Fred replies. "Yeah...obviously, alot has changed...look, you don't have to do this, I don't want to fight.", Peter says as he tries to convince Fred. "I...I don't know...", Fred trails off. "Trust me.", Peter says. Fred then begins laughing when he hears police sirens in the distance. "You had me going there...I almost did trust you, but you're just one of them. A BULLY!", Fred shouts. Peter shakes his head, "No, that isn't true, Fred.", Peter shouts. "NO! I am not "Fred", call me...Boomerang...now face me! "SPIDER-MAN"...", Fred shouts in reply to Peter. Peter puts his mask back on. "Don't do this...", Peter begs. Boomerang throws a boomerang in annoyance. "Great...", Peter mumbles to himself. Peter does a backflip thus dodging the boomerang and then leaps onto the roof of the bank. The boomerang spins around and heads towards Spider-Man again. Spider-Man reacts instantly, he spins a web on a nearby lampost and swings down towards Boomerang. Boomerang throws another boomerang that slices the web and sends Spider-Man to the ground. Spider-Man doesn't stay down though, he rolls to his feet. "Stop this!", Peter begs. Fred yells in anger and throws two more boomerangs that Peter dodges easily. Spider-Man's headache returns and he ducks as a boomerang misses him by an inch from behind. The boomerang hits Fred in the chest, he stumbles back before two more boomerangs hit him in the face and he gets knocked out. Spider-Man spins a web type net over Boomerang. "I'm sorry, Fred...", Peter says before swinging away. He watches as police cars surround Boomerang and cops arrest him.
Jameson slams his fist on the desk. "What do you mean you didn't get pictures of the fight?!", Jonah yells at Peter. "I didn't know you wanted them.", Peter replies in defence. Jonah crosses his arms and mumbes to himself. After a moment of staring at eachother, Jonah roars in anger, "What are you still doing in my office?! GET OUT THERE AND TAKE PICTURES OF SPIDER-MAN! I want SPIDER-MAN!", Jonah yells. Peter smiles as he exits.
Author's Note:
That's the end of Chapter 1. It was long, I know, but I prefer my stories to be long. This villain was Boomerang. Let me know if you know who he is! Did you like my little origin change? Did you get all of the "easter eggs"? Let me know in the reviews! Chapter 2 coming soon...