I don't own Spider-Man, or any other character used in the story.
This story takes place on Earth-1, an alternate universe that answers the question, "What if the Ultimate Universe was created in 2012?" A lot of themes from the Ultimate Spider-Man comics will be used here. Also, many heroes are active at this time, but this will mostly be self-contained.
Earth-1 Spider-Man
Origins: Part 1 Of 5
Sixteen-Year Old Peter Parker didn't want to go to school. Usually, when he went, he was picked on by professional douchebag Flash Thompson, whether it was in the form of debagging or a swirlie.
But if he didn't go, he would disappoint his aunt and uncle, who have always supported him, even if he didn't made the best decisions. And he didn't feel like disappointing them. So he put aside his fear of being picked on by Flash, grabbed his glasses, and got out of bed.
When he arrived at the breakfast table, his Aunt May and Uncle Ben greeted him with a plate full of pancakes that were ready be eaten.
"Morning Aunt May, morning Uncle Ben," he said, greeting his aunt and uncle.
"Morning, Pete," said his Uncle Ben, "ready for school today?"
"You bet!"
"Great! Now eat up, you don't want to fall asleep in class."
"Don't worry Uncle Ben, I won't," Peter said before he ate the pancakes on the table.
"Slow down, Peter," said Aunt May, "you don't want to choke."
"I'm not."
"Pete," said his Uncle Ben as Peter finished his pancakes, "anything bothering you in school?"
"Yeah, there's this guy named Flash that keeps picking on me for some reason."
"Ah don't worry, son," his Uncle Ben started, "he's just a waste of a human being." How reassuring.
"And that helps how?"
"He's going to be nothing when he grows up. You, on the other hand, are going to become in life-"
"look at the time. I got to go. Bye" Peter got up from his seat and made his way the front door. He was definitely going get beat up by Flash.
Meanwhile, in Empire State University, a professor was in his astronomy class.
"Tonight," said Professor Norton G. Fester, " a meteorite will land in Central Park at Midnight."
He pulled out a stick from the chalkboard and pointed to a map.
"And this is the exact coordinates of the meteor's landing," Then, the bell rang, and everyone got up from their seats.
"Don't forget to see meteor tonight," The Professor said as his students left.
In Midtown High School, students travel through the hallways as if they have important be. The teachers in their respective classrooms wait for the bell to ring so they can start their class. And today was a big day in Peter Parker's science class.
"Alright class," Peter's science teacher, Mr. Warren, started, "these are your permission slips for tomorrow's trip to the New York Hall of Science."
Groans followed as the permission slips were passed around.
"But sir," said Flash Thompson, "do we have to go?"
"Only if the you want to fail my class, Mister Thompson." Flash sat back in his seat.
"Pete," said Peter's best friend Harry Osborn, "you're going?"
"Of course, I've been waiting for this for months. Are you?"
"Sadly, I have to. My dad is sponsoring the event that we're going to, and I can't piss him off."
"Speaking of your dad, how has he been?"
"You know, same old same old-"
"Mr. Parker, Mr. Osborn," said Mr. Warren, "any comments on what I just said?"
"No sir," they both replied.
"Good"- And then the bell rang- "and remember to finish your homework before the end of the semester," he said as everyone headed towards the door.
In the lunchroom, everyone was free do whatever the hell they wanted for forty minutes. Which was why the lunchroom was mostly empty, with the deans standing close the front, chatting amongst themselves. This was also where Peter Parker stayed while he waited for the bell ring so he can move on his next class.
"So ladies," said Harry, who was sitting in the same table as Peter, "anyone interested in taking a tour of my father's penthouse?"
"Harry. . .," Peter was about say.
"Don't worry, it's going to be on the weekend."
"Oh, sounds interesting," said Gwen Stacy, one of the girls who was sitting on the other side of the table, "Peter, what are you going to do this weekend?"
"uh. . ." he couldn't tell a girl potentially interested in him that all he was going do this weekend was a whole lot of nothing and deciding what job he's gonna take, since his folks haven't gotten paid in weeks. Plus, his family wasn't rich like Harry's, in fact, he came from a family of no ones.
Before he could respond, he felt something hit in the back of his head, something small. He turned his head to see that Flash Thompson has thrown another spitball at him.
"Sup, Puny Parker," he started once again, "it seems that your friends have finally decided to show themselves."
"Fuck off, Flash," Harry said, leaving his conversation with the ladies.
"Watch it, Harvard," said Hobie Brown, a member of Flash's posse and fellow jock.
"And what are you going to do, rich boy-" challenging Harry. It got him, and he got up with his fist clenched and face scowling.
"Flash, don't do it!," Peter said, trying to warn Harry.
"Nobody messes with my bro and gets away with it," Harry muttered quickly Peter. But before he could punch Flash in his smirking face, the most beautiful woman in the world decided make her appearance. Liz Allen. The girl of Harry's dreams, going out with Flash. Flash Thompson of all people.
"Flash," she started, "what are you doing? Don't you see that wasting your time fighting him will get you kicked off the team? Meaning that we can't see each other." Flash relented.
"You win this time," he relented, "but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." He walked away, his posse following. His girlfriend stayed behind.
"I wish I could be with you, Harry," said Liz,"but Flash is very possessive of his trophies." Then, she left console her boyfriend.
"Did she just call herself a trophy?," asked Peter in astonishment.
"Don't rub it in," Harry said before he went back to his conversation. Peter just sat there, and thought to himself, why doesn't this happen to me.
In Central Park, Norton began his search for the meteorite that could potentially change his life forever.
Where are you? he thought to himself. Then, as if the Earth answered his question, a meteorite flew through the air and crashed yards away from where Norton stood. Perfect. He arrived at the spot where the meteor crashed. It glowed green, presumably the glow of a foreign energy source.
"Perfect," he said.
I have been working on this story for the past few years. I wanted to write my definitive version of Spider-Man. It has went through several changes and now it's complete. Is it good? Does it suck? Let me now. I am open to criticism.
