Author's Note: This is the first chapter for Uncanny Spider-Man. I also introduce characters such as 90s animated Spider-Man, Spectacular Spider-Man, and two OCs. One of them is my Ultimate Spider-Girl OC. Anyway, as always, please read, review, and enjoy!

Issue 1: A Spider's Beginning

Elsewhere...

In an abandoned alleyway there was a Native American teen with Black and french descent, approximately eighteen years old crawling away from a man wearing some clothing in the Victorian era. The man's red eyes focused on the teen as he stood up and got into a fighting stance, leaving the teen to put on his mask. The teen himself was wearing a spidery sort of costume, narrowing his eyes with a hard glare at the Victorian attire clad man under his mask. The victorian outfit wearing man only smirked in amusement, preparing to go for the kill. Then all of a sudden, a portal appeared out of nowhere as five people jumped out of the portal. Three of them wore the same red and blue suit with black webbing. The first was a older man, while the other two were boy and girl. The fourth was wearing a spider armor clad in red and black in the medieval times. A bladed on his left gauntlet while a small crossbow was on his right. The fifth was a woman wearing a red bodysuit with a white spider design which had a red mask with wide lenses that exposed her dark brown hair. White fingers on the gloves and toes on her feet along with a white v belt on her waist. Lastly, there was a young teenage girl with blonde hair wearing a blue bodysuit with a large red spider symbol on the front and back of her costume along with a mask that exposed her nose, mouth, and hair which had half-wide lenses. A light red utility belt that hung on the left side of her waist, follow by devices on her wrists and a black jacket.

Narration

I keep asking myself how did I get to where I am. It was a normal Friday for me at a field trip to a joint-operation expo between Horizon Labs and another company called Web Enterprise. Images show of students from a private school called Franklin academy attending a field trip to an expo. Another image show a woman wearing a black dress, with brown eyes and her dark hair tied back. Apparently it was an expo of neuroscience, nanotech, advanced next step technology, and altered genetics. Pretty much all things considered scientific enhancement and technology. So basically, it was suppose to be just a normal day. Although, none of that didn't last long. Image of a sixteen year old African-American with Native American descent wearing a blue hoodie, a red collar shirt, and tan khali pants. Unknown to everyone, there was a man in trench coat who had a strapped bomb to his chest. In a beat, he flicked the switch as an explosion occurred inside the expo. I was caught in the explosion. There was some kids along with a couple of teachers and journalists looking to put something down for the article of their company. I felt like I was close to dying, or so I thought. Image flash of the woman in the black dress kneeling down at the teen, holding a syringe with a mysterious fluid in her hand. She injected the syringe in his neck, leaving the teen to groan in pain. A spider had bit his neck stayed as the liquid entered inside his body and transformed the spider into a new species, with the woman picking the genetically altered spider off of him and sent it away. It hurt at first in one minute, but it began to be usual in the next. It turned out that the lady who saved me was the CEO of Web Enterprise. Her name was Adriana Soria, and also close enough to be CEO of Horizon labs along with her own company. What she injected me with an experimental recovery serum. Or so I though. A spider that crawled toward my neck manage to become genetically altered from the serum and bit me in the process. I ended up being out of it for days, maybe five or six. After I was cleared, I was sent back home to my parents. Image of a black woman hugging her son as his American Indian placed his hand on his son's shoulder. Two little girls hugged him close to their mother, one black and the other Indian like her father. Then that's when my spider powers started to come. Image of the teen has his bare hands and feet on the ceiling, in front of his parents. Next image show Adriana Soria being let inside their household, with a old man wearing a white collar dress shirt and black dress pants. Ms. Soria came and explained everything that was happening to me. It turns out I had a hidden gene inside me called Homo Insectus, a vestigal insect gene that humans rarely have in their DNA. Sometimes Homo Insectus is unlocked with a sudden dose of radiation. She said it was originally from an extinct species called Arachnicai. So her and my parents talked for a solution.

I didn't understand it all, but the old coot Adriana brought Ezekiel Sims told my parents that I would be sent to a safe place. All talk about some guy name Merlon, Marlin, or Morlun who would try to kill me. That lead my parents to reculantly agree with the decision of sending me away to this hidden bunker in Sims Tower. Images of a hidden bunker in Gramercy. Hard concrete walls, white marble floors. A cobalt blue couch that had a flatscreen TV sat in a short black table which had a DVD and Video casette player on a TV stand. 2 bedrooms with queen sized beds. The teen being taught in a school like manner by Adriana Soria, while Ezekiel Sims was teaching him his spider abilities. Ever since I was sent to that bunker, I've been mostly homeschooling by Adriana and in training in my powers Ezekiel for as long as I can remember. There was also hand-to-hand combat training aside from my spider powers due to some help from mostly both of them. While Ezekiel cautioned me to stay here until this Morlun threat passes, Adriana insisted that I make my own choice. Final image of Adriana showing the spider teenager a silver briefcase that had a black spider symbol on it. Her words were: Whenever you are ready, open this briefcase. At that moment while I trained and stay hidden, I was relaying to make my own choice. The one I choose. My name is Jason Doyle, and this is my story.

Flashback...

Two days ago...

Sims tower. Manhatten, New York 4:15 p.m.

Jason POV

"Unbelievable." I sighed, turning off the TV as he leaped on the ceiling. "I've been here for almost two years. Maybe even three with nothing to watch but videos and DVDs. Seriously, why is there a VHS even in this bunker?" I started pacing back and forth. "I don't want to be cooked up here in this bunker for the rest of my life. What the hell does Ezekiel even want to keep me her? This Morlun thing is probably over."

I jumped off the ceiling as I headed to my room, going through my closet for anything. The only things that were in my closet, were the clothes and shoes I had brought in since I stayed in this stupid bunker. I remember there were times that Adriana would allow me to go outside for only a few hours everyday sometimes. Well, most of the times it would be for just a day. But that chance ceased last year for me all thanks to old man, Ezekiel. I looked down and noticed the same briefcase Adriana gave me when I first came to the bunker. As soon as I touched it with my own hand, a green light spider symbol appeared on the front opening the case. Inside was a black suit that had red webbing on the chest and mid-section with a large red spider symbol on the center of it. There was also red webbing on the upper arms and red shoulders along the way. On the back was a larger red spider symbol along with a web-like cape visible to see the spider emblem. A black mask with wide black lenses and red webbing along with a red lining on the lenses. The back of the gloves were red and the fingers were black just like the suit except with red webbing on the fingers. The boots had red toes with the big toes separated from the others. Also inside were wrist devices to go on each one. There was also a spiky red webbing belt. Lastly, there was a written letter on. It was from Adriana Soria herself as I picked up the letter and read it.

"Dear Jacob, I leave you with this suit and wrist devices known as web-shooters. Never understood of these particular devices. I know you have organic webbing yourself, but you have to remember that your webs will cease if you have worn out your health. The web-shooters have automatic reload to stock you with another batch whenever they worn out completely. There are also other items such as a tracer and darts in the belt inside the briefcase. The darts can be to stun and/or paralyze them.I doubt Ezekiel made these web-shooters as he proclaims and I have no idea who actually has, but i would recommend that you use them wisely. You won't always have need of them, but I suggest you keep them until you are fully capable of generating webs without the need of your health and nutrition. As such, the best of luck to you and be sure to stay safe. Sincerely, Adriana Soria."

I equipped one of the web shooters on my left wrist. 'Do these things even work?' I thought as a shot of web struck the ceiling. Yeah, they work. With a sly grin on my face, I stared at the costume and nodded my head. "Time to blow this place."

I was now wearing the costume Adriana had for me as I walked toward the metal door, with the mask in my hand while I looked down at the password lock. This costume fit me like a glove! I can see it showing my off my awesome physique. Pretty well-toned for someone like me. I typed the numbers 4367 when I saw a small screen appear to show the face of Ezekiel Sims.

"Jason, if you're listening to this, you need to understand. If you go out, it will mean the death of and countless more. It's about the fate of all just like you. All that matters is that you, the Bride, the Other, and the Scion remain safe."

I don't care. I want to see my family! I've been gone for two maybe even three years that I lost count.

"If you leave, you'll endanger everyone. You won't even be able to see your family if you leave this bunker."

I frowned upon hearing the mention of my own family. Know what? Screw it. I opened the door, leaving the safehouse I stayed in for nearly two or three years. "No matter what you say, I will see my family. You hear that, old man?" I shouted for him to hear

I was finally out. I mean, literally outside the roof of Sims Tower with one foot on the edge of the roof along with another in tow! I took in the view of the whole city, the sound of cars blowing their horns and people shout in complain filled my ears. Yep, that's Manhatten. I started to close my eyes, putting the mask on my face as I dive down the abandoned Sims Tower and swung away not using the web-shooters. I probably will never understand the sudden use of these web-shooters, even when I need to use them in case my health and nutrition goes down. The only known reason for me to use is only if my life was gravely injured in a heated fight. But the feel of outside air made me forget about it, leaving me to think about home and seeing my family again. All I wish to do is go see his mom and dad, plus my little sisters Claire and Tammy. I shot out another rope of web as I set a destination my family penthouse apartment in Tribecca.

Tribecca. Manhatten, New York 4:27 p.m.

I can't wait to see them again. It's been three years since I was in that bunker. I swung off a building as I ran on the wall and leaped off, shooting out another web rope near my family's home. I still remember the times I had with them. Going hunting with Dad, tasting Mom's chocolate chip cookies, watching Claire and Tammy soccer games. What should I say when I see them- I cut myself off when I noticed another family in my family's own house. What? What's going on? Where are my parents?! Where's Tammy and Claire?! They're... they're gone. Where... where are they? Where is everyone? I started asked myself in thought as I web swung somewhere else away from my family's house, which was filled with another

"Where are you?" I asked leaning on a building wall using my wall crawling ability, selecting out a song from my iPod. "In the meantime..." I trailed off as Power by Kayne West was about to be picked, until a buzzing sensation kicked in my head to warn me of impending danger. "What now?"

I looked down at three police cruisers chasing down a stolen truck, with a gunman shooting the police as I dove down spinning out a web swinging to the scene. I took another swing with one leg up and the other leg bend, passing a police cruiser in the process as I landed on the roof the carjacked truck. I tapped on the driver side door mirror to a man wearing a yellow and red jacket with the ugliest haircut I ever saw. He pointed out a gun and starting shooting along with another pair. I hate being shot up as I dodged from one side and cover their face in web on the other side of the truck. I fired a web to grip the back wheel axle of the truck, pulling it to a stop myself as the truck tipped over. I jumped off and shot out two strands of web and barely stopped it from hitting an elderly couple. I leaped above the truck and encased it with a web net large enough to hold it in place. I then see the guy with the terrible haircut kicked open the car door, struggling to get out of it.

"No one..." he paused falling on his ass. "No one gets the better of Herman Schultz!" the guy Herman finished

"Herman? That's your name? Watch out for Herman, everyone!" I mocked as he prepared to shoot me again. "No, no, no. Play nice there, Herman." I snatched the gun out of his hand with a web of rope and shot another and bring him flying toward me. I land a leg swipe kick and webbed him up near a street lamp pole. After that, I looked at the elderly couple. "You two okay?"

"We're fine. But a word of advice, son, don't be careless like that." the old man said to me

Huh?

"Come again?" I asked with a tone of confusion

"The way you stopped that truck you could have hurt someone. Even though you didn't, you can't afford to act careless." the elderly man explained

"I don't act careless." I said. Not most of the time. I looked back and saw the truck was nearly close to the elder couple. "Oh, I see it now. Sorry."

"Just be careful with that kind of power, son. With that great power of yours, there must also come great responsibly." he advised

"Thank you." I then noticed the shirt they were wearing had a teenager on it that was suddenly familiar to me for some reason. "Who's that? The kid on the shirt?" I asked them as I saw them look down

"Our nephew, Peter Parker."

Peter Parker. Why do I have the feeling I've heard that before? As if I somehow seen him before. I just couldn't place it though. I looked at what the words said: call 1-800- help Peter. The next thing I do is look up and see the same picture on the billboard with the same thing, but there was something about a Spider-Woman. Spider-Woman? Wait, there's someone with spider powers just like me? Does that mean i'm not the only spider person, and does a insect gene? Before I could press on further, the buzzing sensation in my head came back as a soda can hit me in the back of my head

"What the hell?!" I blurted out in frustration to see an angry crowd booing insults at me all of a sudden. Did these people just throw a can after they saw me save someone for crying out loud?! An old couple i might add! "How throws a soda can at someone? Honestly?!"

"Get outta here, you freak!"

"Menace!"

"You're just like that Spider-Woman!"

"Freeze!"

A couple of cops aiming their guns at me. "Hands over her head there, Spider-Man." one of them said

Did he just call me Spider-Man? Spider-Man. I like that name! I would have been even stoked except for a .38 pistol pointed at my damn face!

I darted forward and leaped, shooting a line of web and zipped away from the cops. I swear, the nerve of those people! But I was still wondering about something. Who was this Spider-Woman everyone was talking about? And why was she this big threat? This menace like I am right now?

Flashback end.

The next day...

After stopping muggings and avoiding the cops all together, I swing through the city as Spider-Man seeing if there was anything else I could do. I'll be honest, it's a catchy name. Spider-Man, Spider-Man. Does whatever a spider can. Spins a web, any size. Catches thieves, just like flies. Look up, here comes the Spider-Man! Then all of a sudden, my head starts buzzing again. Before I could even act I was tackled into the ground by someone as we were now in the alleyway. I manage to get a good look at my attacker, getting into a defensive stance. To my surprise it was a man wearing victorian era clothing.

"Hey, buddy." I started rushing toward him. "The victorian era of London called. They said they want their clothes back!"

All of a sudden he managed to catch my fist, but luckily I sent a kick to his chest that caused me to back away from him. Before I could counterattack, the guy just slammed me do to a wall with his hand on her neck.

"It would be best if you just give up, totem." he said

Totem? What the hell is he talking about?!

"Who are you? What the hell do you want from me?!"

"I am Morlun, and what I want is... oh what's the point? You won't live enough to even know."

Morlun? Wait, this is the 'morlun' Ezekiel told me about! Damn it!

I kicked him away and sent strong hooks across his face. One left and one right, follow by a backflip kick to his chin. Morlun launched his palm at my back and sent me flying away. That almost hurt my back. Just how strong is this bastard?! Before he even had a chance to come at me again, I saw- I saw people in spider outfit. Two spidermen wearing red and blue, with one of them a girl from what I could tell attacked Morlun while another spiderman in medieval armor stabbed his leg with a blade. I saw another red and blue spiderman lifted me up.

"You alright there, Spidey?" he asked

"Yeah, but who are you people?" I replied as the blonde spider girl somehow glide in

"Consider us the spider-army and we're here to save your hide." she said staring at my costume for a second. "Nice outfit BTW."

"Nora, bring up a portal now." said the spiderwoman who had a Hispanic accent

"You got it, Spider-Mom." she said as a portal from behind. "Everyone start moving your sorry hides through that portal, on the double. 90s spidey, Spectacular, Spyder-Knight come on! Move it, Spider-Marines!"

"Nora Elizabeth Morales." the red suited spiderwoman scolded

"Oh, sorry. Got carried away there." she and the other spiderman grabbed me and made a run toward the portal as did the other spidermen

"Wait! Would someone tell me what's going on?" I asked freaking out

"The fate of all spiders has come, young squire! We need every able bodied spiders if we are to win this war." the medieval spiderman said to me

"Where are we going?"

"To get a few spidermen from another reality."

No Pov

Earth 610 cemetry.

"Mom. Dad. I'm here, a little bit too late I might add." said Terry Komori, the spiderman of Earth 610 as he placed flowers on their graves. "Let's see. You know I became Spider-Man and so did Miles, had to fend off a symboite invasion, find out Peter Parker was still alive, and help stop an alien invasion two months ago. I've already been to Laurie's grave before I could meet with you guys. I forgot to tell you, I'm with someone else. Her name is Gwen Stacy and I know you two would have liked her. You especially, mom. I just wish I could have saved you guys."

"You're not having a guilt trip, are you?" said an old voice

Terry looked back to see Peter Parker, Elizabeth "Betty" Brent, and Ezekiel Sims standing behind him.

Peter took a step beside him. "You had no way of knowing I was in trouble. The same goes for your parents, Terry."

"Yeah, but I still wish I could have done something."

"You didn't lose everything. You still have your Uncle and Aunt, and your sister Kim." Betty reminded

"This life, it's gets more challenging. I know from experience and especially watching Peter here get his hide beaten."

"So, in other words you're saying I'm Spider-Man til the day I die?"

"Not exactly, kid. That's not how it works."

"I bet to differ." said a different female voice which surprised the four as they spur around at the direction of the voice. They see a woman in a victorian gown dress, with twisted versions of Vulture, Rhino, Scorpion, and Vermin. "Start fleeing when you have the chance, prey!"