SPIDER-MAN: Partners in Crime
Spider-Man is property of Marvel Comics and the Disney Corporation. This is based on the fanfic "Partners" by "Diddy Kong".
Chapter 1: Bite of the Spider
"Osborne, we want results."
"General Gibson, I'm sure the projections-"
"Projections don't mean jack to me, Norman! You may have been able to do this sort of BS to Keyes, but not with me! If OZ works, you had damn well test it!"
The video conference ended, and Norman Osborne slumped into his chair. Just then, the door opened and a man walked in.
"Doctor Connors, I presume?"
"Mister Osborne, do you want me to lead the tour?"
"Tour?"
"Harry's high school field trip. It was today."
"Do it, Curt."
Downstairs, the class was waiting around, many of them with expressions of bored resignation. The only ones who seemed to show any interest was a boy wearing thick glasses and a very attractive redheaded girl. Doctor Connors arrived shortly thereafter.
"Good morning to all of you. My name is Curtis Connors-"
The fellow with the glasses ran up to the doctor.
"My name's Peter Parker. I'm a big fan of your work in genetics, Doctor Connors-"
"No autographs, please. Now, we are entering Oscorp's main laboratory. Put all cell phones away and no flash photography. In fact, no photographs whatsoever."
The doors opened, and the class entered the lab. Peter looked over his shoulder to see if any of his numerous tormentors were up to no good. So far, so good. He turned to the redhead.
"Mary Jane, is any of this-"
"Interesting? I guess." the girl answered.
Doctor Connors cleared his throat.
"Now, Oscorp's current project is the OZ retrovirus, which could theoretically endow humans with what could be dubbed superpowers-"
His spiel was cut short by one of the students.
"Unappreciative Luddites." he muttered.
The tour continued uneventfully until they reached the testing lab. Once again, Doctor Connors cleared his throat.
"Now, by show of hands, can anyone tell me why we would test OZ on creatures like spiders?"
Up went Peter's hand.
"Yes, Mr. Parker?"
"It's because spiders quickly reproduce-"
"-and are dirt cheap to boot." Mary Jane finished.
Doctor Connors gestured to a table.
"Now here, we have 13 spiders, all infected with the same strain of OZ-"
Doctor Connors looked at the tray on the table. Spiders 1-12 were there. Number 13 wasn't. Suddenly, a piercing cry of "SPIDER!" was heard.
Oh crap.
The missing spider was in the process of crawling onto Peter's wrist. Before he could swat it off, it bit him. In his thrashing about, he knocked the spider off his wrist and into the air. It landed on Mary Jane's shoulder, at which point Doctor Connors grabbed it with some tweezers.
"The prodigal son has been returned!" he exclaimed.
Just then, the facility's medical team arrived, taking Peter off somewhere.
"Dismissed. I'll tell your principal what happened." Doctor Connors said.
The rest of the day went by under high tension. In the aftermath, all the students had been sent home for the day. Hours passed by, with the news covering the events with virtual bombast.
Peter, don't die on me. thought Mary Jane as she prepared for bed.
As she did so, she noticed something in the mirror. On her shoulder was a swelling the size of a golf ball with two tiny holes in it. Mary Jane gulped, for the spider had bitten her too.
I'm too young to die.
