The Amazing Spider-Girl

Chapter 1

FLASHBACK

Four year old Beca Mitchell sat on the very bottom step of her house with her hands over her eyes, covering them.

"Nine, Ten!" She bounced up and eagerly began to look around for her father, Francis Mitchell. She smiled as she quietly, tip toed into the foyer checking for any signs that her father had been in the room. She rolled up the sleeves to her sweater and peeked her head around the corner of the archway into the living room. She smiled as she saw brown suede shoes poking out from behind the curtain. As quietly as she could manage she crept over to the window.

"Gotcha!" She yelled as she pulled the curtain open. However, she was met with an empty pair of shoes, no dad. She frowned as she looked around the room in confusion.

Walking into the hallway, the wooden floors creaked. Her sapphire eyes rested on the closet beneath the stairs. Once again she tip-toed over and placed her hand on the door knob. She quickly pulled the door open but once again was met with disappointment. She shut the door and turned, looking at the end of the hall, her father's study room.

A breeze was felt as Beca wondered why the window would be open this late at night. Curiosity got the better of her as she walked towards the room that she was never allowed to go in. The door was ajar, which also set an alarm off in Beca's little mind. 'Dad always shuts the door.'

She pushed the door open with both hands, the door heavy for how small she was. Her dad was still nowhere to be found. She took a few steps in before she felt a crunchiness beneath her feet. She looked down to see several shards of glass, lying on the floor from the broken window.

"Dad?!" Beca yelled through the house, she was starting to become scared now. A gust of wind caused several papers to fly across the room, one landing at her feet. Beca couldn't read but one thing that caught her attention was the picture of a black and red spider on the page. She picked the paper up looking at the spider and also at the two big numbers beside it. It wasn't like any number that her mom had taught her. No this number was like two zeros with a line through each of them.

"DAD!" Beca yelled even louder as a crash of thunder filled the late night sky. Loud footsteps echoed in the house and grew nearer. Dr. Mitchell opened the door cautiously.

"Beca you know you're not-" He trailed off mid-sentence as his eyes widen at the sight of his office. His desk was torn apart, papers and documents everywhere. His microscope slides were across the floor and the window had been broken. Wordlessly, he hurried over to his daughter, scooping her up into his arms. He set her down gently on the small chair in the corner as he went back over to his desk.

Her mother appeared in the doorway, a look of horror on her face. She pulled young Beca into her arms, cradling her to her chest. She watched as her husband scurried around the room. He stopped at his desk where he ripped out one of the drawers. He tossed the papers out of the way before grabbing a pencil and carefully looking across the wooden edge.

He pressed the end of the pencil into a secret hole and the top of the drawer slid open to reveal a false bottom with a folder hidden inside. From where she was resting on her mother's shoulder, Beca could just make out the same number zeros with lines through them.

"Claire, we need to leave. Get Beca a bag packed for Ben and May's." Dr. Mitchell began to erase everything from his chalk board and grabbed the most important papers he could find. Beca's mother rushed them both her room where various articles of clothing were thrown haphazardly into a suitcase.

They rushed through New York in the pouring rain, driving to Beca's Uncle Ben and Aunt May's house in Queens. Her father carried her and her suitcase to the front door. Beca was told to play in the living room while her father and mother talked to her Aunt and Uncle. She peeked around the corner into the kitchen where the grown-ups sat at the wooden table. Her father was holding her mother's hand as he talked to Uncle Ben who was listening intently. Her Aunt May looked up to catch Beca's gaze and gave her a small, reassuring smile.

Five minutes later and her father and mother were crouching in front of her explaining how she'd be staying with her Aunt and Uncle for awhile.

"I wanna go." Beca whined as her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her mother was crying at this point as she pulled Beca into yet another long hug. Her father ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her on the head softly. He pulled away and gently pulled his wife to her feet as they stood in the doorway of the home.

"We love you Beca. Be good." That was the last thing she ever heard her mother say to her. Claire Mitchell was sobbing as she walked through the door and back towards the car. Francis Mitchell paused and looked at his young daughter one more final time. Her gave her a sad smile as he nodded his head and followed his wife out of the house and to the car.

PRESENT

BECA POV

I slid the glass door of the display case open and plugged in the small black flash drive I carried with me. I stared at the screen as the high school's all girl choir picture was displaying. The Bellas. I had just finished editing the video last night, collages from their different performances, pictures of the group and added effects, all done last night. As part of working at the school's radio station, we had to keep the board updated with any type of music news from the school.

There were ten of them and they all were dressed in the same Bella uniform. They looked like flight attendants to be honest. Hair up in the tight bun, pin stripped suit and skirt, perfectly accessorized with the classic yellow and blue Bella scarf and topped off with high heels. I smirked as I looked at the blonde in the photo. Aubrey Posen. Junior class President, co-captain of the Bellas, first in her class, and her family was one of the richest in New York, right behind the Osborns. I'd say we're friends by association if anything, her best friend just happens to be one of my closest friends.

I let my eyes wander the screen as her picture showed up next on the slideshow. 'Chloe Beale, co-captain'. Bright red hair and even brighter blue eyes were looking right back at me. We'd been friends for around three years now. When I'd first transferred to Midtown, she'd been the one to swarm the 'new kid'. Somehow she had managed to slowly chip my walls away that I'd so carefully built around me. I felt myself turn red remembering the first time that I'd really met her. She'd barged right into my stall in the showers one day after gym class Freshman year when she'd heard me singing Titanium, a track that I was planning to mix later that night. She demanded I join the Bellas, saying that they needed new people and were holding auditions the following morning. A part of me felt really guilty for not showing and letting her down, but choir just wasn't my thing. I mixed and mashed music...I didn't sing. Strange enough we'd been friends ever since.

"Mitchell!" I jumped as I looked and saw Bumper Allen, the school's biggest douche was heading towards me with his pack of idiots flanking his side. Bumper was captain of the wrestling team and not to mention in the school's all male choir group the 'Treblemakers'. I watched as Bumper faked like he was going to throw the football he was carrying at me.

"Boo!" He yelled at me as he pumped his arm forward. I didn't flinch as I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance. He and his buddies began snickering as I locked the display case back up. His buddy Donald knocked into my shoulder as they passed.

"Real funny Bumper." I mocked.

"Ah good morning Mitchell!" Bumper laughed as he smirked his ignorant smile at me. He and his crew walked past me and down the hall. I grabbed my bag and put my black matte Beats on over top of my ears. I threw my hoodie on my head as I tried to block out the obnoxiousness that was Midtown High School, I hated this school. I pushed my way through the various bodies in the hallway, ducking in-between shoulders, making my way outside to the school's courtyard. I smirked as I saw Chloe sitting at one of the many picnic tables with Aubrey reading a book. Chloe was wearing her light blue, ripped skinny jeans and a yellow strapless, flowy shirt. Her hair was falling freely over her shoulders in soft curls and she looked as flawless as ever. I watched as she peered up momentarily and caught sight of me.

"BECS!" Chloe jumped up from her spot at the table. I took my headphones off and hung them around my neck. I flinched as she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tightly into a hug. I still hadn't adjusted to Chloe's non-barrier personality, 3 years later, I had tried to keep myself distant but that was slowly going to shit. Chloe Beale was simply someone who you did not push away.

"Geez Beale, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me." I winked at her as swatted my arm playfully. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder why now." Chloe shot back with a smirk on her face. We did these exchanges all the time, some kids in school even thought we were dating by how close we are.

"Ouch Beale. Stab to the heart." I feigned injury and put my hands on my chest for effect. Chloe laughed softly as she sat back down beside Aubrey and grabbed her Biology textbook and started to scribble some notes down. Aubrey had yet to look up from her own textbook, her glasses were perched on her nose and her eyes were furiously reading the content as she was in 'Posen Mode' as the group had coined it.

Just then we saw Jesse's Rolls Royce pulled to a stop at the half circle where students were dropped off. I watched as the students all stopped to gawk at the car, pointing and whispering to each other. His chauffeur quickly exited the car and made his way around to open the back door. I watched as Jesse quickly hopped out of the car and was on his way over to us, ignoring his father who had also gotten out of the car.

"Jesse!" I watched as Mr. Osborn yelled after his son holding a backpack in his hand. Jesse being the idiot that he was had clearly forgotten it. I watched the interaction as they talked. Low, hushed voices, and if looks could kill they'd both be 6 feet under from the other one's glare.

"You couldn't have just dropped me off around the block? You know I hate showing up to school in the Rolls." Jesse mumbled out, avoiding his father's gaze, determined to make this conversation short.

"Don't ever be ashamed of where you come from Jesse. You're an Osborn. People respect that, they fear it." I furrowed my eyes at Mr. Osborn's form of encouragement, talk about self-conceited.

"Jess!" I yelled as I walked over to the pair, trying to save Jesse from yet another disagreement with his father.

"Beca!" He looked at me excitedly, his eyes silently thanking me. I watched as Mr. Osborn eyed me up and down, taking in my appearance. Black clothes, multiple piecings, combat boots and my tattoos…I could feel the judgement.

"Jesse would you care to introduce me to your... friend here?" Jesse rolled his eyes at this, the pretend interest.

"Beca, this is my father, Norman Osborn. Dad-" Mr. Osborn outstretched his hand as I shook it, his grip was firm.

"Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine Rebecca." He said as he slightly bowed, his green eyes never left my own. Jesse cringed as he used the name, one that wasn't even true.

"Just Beca." I corrected him as he grasped my hand in both of his.

"Forgive me." A chill ran down my spine at his smile. For some reason, something inside of me was telling me to get out of there, like I shouldn't trust him. It was almost like being face to face with a snake.

"Bye Dad." Jesse turned and led us back towards our table, eager to leave the conversation.

"So Becaw, what's on the agenda for today?" Jesse asked as I laid my backpack on the ground and hopped up to sit on the top of the table, my feet resting on the wooden seat. Jesse jumped up and joined me as we looked across the court yard.

"Nothing much, just working on some mixes. Hopefully Luke will finally listen to one." I grumbled in annoyance. Jesse nodded as he scratched his head. "What about you?"

"Just homework. I was gonna try to spend some time with my dad, but after today…forget it. I think I might join you and Luke at the station." Jesse trailed off as he looked away. I nodded understanding, not trying to push the subject. Jesse's dad was Norman Osborn, founder and CEO of Oscorp Industries. He and his dad have always been rocky and constantly fighting. Jesse's always grown up with a feeling that he has to prove himself to his father, especially after he let it slip that he wants to score movies, something his father deemed was ludicrous. Jesse was trying everything he could to mend whatever was left of their relationship.

"So Blondie, what's got you nose deep in your textbooks today?" I changed the topic as Aubrey snapped her book shut and turned her attention to me.

"Some of us actually care about our education. Not like you would understand though right?" Aubrey's tone was stern, her voice challenging me as I smirked at her.

"Yeah you know me, I can't exactly hear what the teachers are saying because of...what is it you call them? My ear monstrosities?" I smirked at her as I heard Jesse and Chloe snickering quietly to themselves.

"That's right, you know it's probably the reason that you're so short Mitchell. All that metal is weighing you down, stunting your growth."

Jesse and Chloe both bursted out in laughter as I tightened my jaw. Jesse fist bumped Chloe as the two continued to laugh. Aubrey smirked at me and made a little 'hmph' sound as she sat back down at the table and opened her book again. Chloe and Jesse were still laughing as I sat down at the table and crossed my arms in front of me and glared.

"Oh come on Bec! That was her best one yet!" Jesse exclaimed as he was still doubled over.

"Face it Beca, she got you this round!" Chloe pointed at the blonde as her lips turned up into a smile.

"Whatever…" I mumbled out as I rested my head on my arms. "Do you guys still have that internship stuff today at Oscorp?"

"Yeah, every Tuesday and Wednesday we go in after school and help in the lab with Dr. Ratha. The new projects that we're starting are on Herpetology." Chloe answered for the pair of them.

"That's reptiles, in case you didn't understand." Aubrey shot at me, not once taking her eyes of the page. I stuck my tongue out at her as Chloe smiled and lightly nudged me.

"I still think it's weird that you both technically 'work' for me." Jesse said playing with his iPhone. Before the girls could respond a chant of 'Eat it!' was starting to grow louder from behind us. We all stood up, looking at each other confused. I led us towards a swarm of students as their chants got louder. There, in the middle of the circle of students was Bumper holding this kid named Gordon upside down over the table, pushing his face into a pile of food.

"Come on Gordon! Eat your vegetables!" Bumper shoved his face back into the food as his friends pointed and laughed, snapping some pictures on their phones.

"Put him down Bumper!" I yelled at him as I started to push past everyone.

"Beca wait, maybe-" Chloe's voice of reason became faded in the background as I stood in front of Bumper and Gordon. I looked behind me and saw that Jesse was in the middle of Chloe and Aubrey, both of whom looked worried. Chloe shot me a look and bit her lip, she had an idea of where this was going to go. And so did the rest of the student body.

"Come on Mitchell! Get this on video!" Bumper yelled again.

"Gordon don't, don't eat them." I looked down sympathetically to the smaller boy as I stepped closer. His mouth was shut and his glasses were starting to fall off his face.

"Get the video!"

"Put him down!" I yelled. "Eugene!" I spread my arms wide as I smirked at him triumphantly. Everyone in the crowd had stop chanting and were now 'Ewwing' at the pair of us, the use of Bumper's real name being the breaking point. Bumper's eyes narrowed at me as he turned and dropped Gordon on the ground in front Donald. Bumper sent one last glare over his shoulder at me before he turned and started to walk away.

"Hey are you-" I hadn't even had time to finish my sentence when Bumper rounded on me.

"Beca watch out!" It was too late though, Bumper's fist had already connected with the left side of my face as I fell to the ground instantly. 'Fight! Fight! Fight!'Rang through the crowd as I came to back to my senses. Bumper was smiling as he looked down at me.

"And stay down Mitchell!"

I stood up quickly and threw my entire body into his chest, knocking him to the ground. I straddled his torso and brought my fist down into his nose. A sickening crack rang out and blood was instantly oozing out of his nose. He grabbed one of my arms and threw me off to the side. I rolled once and landed at the feet of Jesse, who quickly helped me to my feet. I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth as a small trickle of blood made its way down my chin.

"Shoulda known that you'd play dirty Bumper, you're too big of a coward to fight face to face." Bumper went to grab at me again, his face set on revenge. I lunged once more but I felt a pair of arms, stronger than mine, wrap around my waist holding me backwards. I looked and saw that Jesse was trying to drag me away from the scene as I kicked and tried to break free from his hold.

"This isn't over Mitchell!" Bumper pointed at me as he too was being restrained. Donald and Greg were trying to talk some sense into him.

"-detention"

"-suspended again." Just some of the words I could hear coming from their mouths but I was too angry to hear their reasoning.

"Beca come on!" Jesse hissed at me as I stopped fighting against him. I shrugged him off of me with a huff as I shot Bumper one last glare before turning and storming away from everyone.

"Beca stop!" Chloe's voice was stern as I stopped and let the three of them catch up to me.

"You just went up a few places in my book Beca," Aubrey said as she smiled and nodded at me. "That dirt ball had it coming." I laughed at her form of a peace offering as winced and carefully cradled my cheek.

"I know you could have taken him, but Benji texted me from the office and said that Principal Gold had heard the commotion and was on his way." Jesse reasoned with me. I sighed in defeat as I thanked him for stepping in.

"Thank God for Benji being an office assistant, he's our very own radar." I joked as Jesse joined in with me. I looked to Chloe who still hadn't said much about the ordeal. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the first warning bell ringing.

"I'll see you guys later, if I skip class again Mr. Thompson is going to kill me!" Jesse slipped his backpack over his shoulder as he took off in a light jog in towards the Language Arts section of the school.

"We can take my car to Oscorp today Chloe, I'll wait for you in the parking lot. Oh and don't forget! We have class with Dr. Connors at Barden tomorrow!" Aubrey yelled to Chloe as she too walked away, headed towards class.

"Bye Posen! Try not to miss me!" I yelled after her as she flipped me off without so much as breaking her stride. Chloe and I laughed as we turned to each other.

"Looks like it's you and me Red. So Barden University? Already taking college classes huh?" Chloe smiled at me as we walked to class together. I bumped her hip with mine playfully as she pushed back.

"I'm just trying to get as many credits out of the way as I can. Cause you know, I'm going to be so busy next year with a full time internship at Oscorp." I smiled as I watched her talk. She became so engrossed when she would talk about biology. That was her thing. Chloe was a genius when it came to that stuff, she'd told me that she'd wanted to become a doctor when she was older, she wanted to help people.

A silence fell over us as we walked into the classroom and took our seats. Chloe she sat down across from me as I threw myself into the desk and rested my head on the table.

"You know, what you did back there was great." I sat up straighter as she turned to me. She was fiddling with her pen as she spoke again. "Stupid. But great." She smiled at me and then turned around as Ms. Sanders began her lecture. I smiled to myself as her words replayed in my head. I rested my head down on my crossed arms again and couldn't help but stare at her. God was pretty and she was so out of my league.

xxx

"Does Dr. Connors know that we've been following him?" Dr. Ratha asked his men as he sat in his chair overlooking the city. He placed his cigar in his mouth as one of his best agents stepped forward.

"No sir. He doesn't suspect a thing." The man in the all black suit joined his hands in front of himself. Dr. Ratha turned in his chair as he eyes the five men in suits. He nodded slowly as he set his cigar down in the tray.

"Good. We need to keep it that way. If all goes to plan we will be needing him very, very soon. Maybe after this whole ordeal we can finally make some headway with the serum." He spat bitterly as he looked at the pictures that were in front of him.

"After I get him to give me the rest of the formula, we can have the serum finished and trials beginning. Then we take out Osborn."