Hey fanfic readers and writers, and welcome to Spider-Man- Unlimited! It might be too early for a reboot – okay, maybe it might seem a tad bit too early – but it isn't, and since I've been attempting several times to extinguish this 'writer's block' and just get along with writing stories, I guess I should have a go now. So, this isn't like any Spider-Man fanfiction. Sure, Peter Parker is bitten by a radioactive spider, then learning that 'with GP comes GR' and becoming Spider-Man because a stupid mistake he made, but, this one is truly modernised. It's not just that the setting is modernised and stuff, but the modernising really concentrates on the characters. There's a modern Peter Parker, a modern MJ and a modern Flash Thompson, and so on and on.
Now, I hate spoilers, and I bet you've heard this a lot, and while I don't want to sound cliché, this story here is just a mix of everything I have known from Spider-Man. Take Spectacular Spider-Man, smash it in with the Sam Raimi Spider-Man trilogy, add a tad bit of The Amazing Spider-Man, then mix in a lot of 616 universe Spider-Man, then add some Ultimate Spider-Man, then add in some I Am Number Four then add some of Spider-Man: The New Animated Series, and then some Spider-Man: The Animated Series, then Ultimate Spider-Man The TV show and then you end up with this story.
In terms of rating, just to be careful, it's T, so if there ever is violence, or adult themes, in any part of this story, it might be intense at times, but it's not graphic. For language, it's minor, and when it's there at parts, it's censored. However, there is one use of the d-word in this fic, but half of it is censored.
As for reviews, I love reviews. Seriously, reviews are highly appreciated, and while reviews are indeed a writers main source of motivation, as another fanfic writer said, I'm not going to hold my story for ransom, so while I highly appreciate reviews, I shall not hold this for ransom. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review. Hope you can enjoy this reboot, and be sure to vote on the poll on my profile page, just so I can know what you think. And please tell the truth. Enjoy!
Character appearances and voices- [(2) Callan McAuliffe]
[(1) Timothy Olyphant]
…
-The days in the life of Peter Parker-
New York City, OsCorp
OsCorp, one of the most crowded organisations in the city of New York, is in quite a ruckus. As of now, men and women rush around the room one big place to big place, small room to small room, exchanging files and printing papers.
Currently, OsCorp is operating in one of the most unique researches in New York City, if not for the whole wide world – cross species genetics. Beginning research in 2007, OsCorp had made various advancements.
They enhanced a rat's speed, a dog's perceptions – including senses like smell, sight and hearing, and had recently aided a fly in gliding through the air 2x the speed of a normal fly.
Hundreds of scientists, researchers and biochemists had been hired, using state of the art technology, to uncover new solutions to aid OsCorp in terms of their cross species genetics process. However, behind it all, the man behind the curtains and seals is Norman Osborn, the head and founder of OsCorp.
As a young boy, Norman was an avid learner and reader, beginning chemistry and electric engineering by the time he began learning in college. There, he rapidly rose amongst the ranks, and had proceeded to graduate college with a diploma in his hands, one which allowed him access to funding his own business, OsCorp.
While OsCorp had first began as a small corporation, but had quickly rose amongst the charts to be one of the most recognised companies in the United States of America, and currently, with their cross species genetics, they aimed to set a higher record – a higher score.
A stern looking man, preceded by Norman Osborn himself, walked past the flood of people filling the office.
Norman Osborn (1) was a light, brown haired man, dressed with a nice suit fitted against his frame. His set of eyes were brown, with a light, brown set of bushy eyebrows set over them.
Behind him, his employee, bracing a notepad in his arm and a jet black and gold stylus pen in his other, followed Norman, asking him a flurry of curious questions. 'Obadiah Stane wants to meet up with you tonight' the man briefly explains.
Norman doesn't look back to his employee as he simply answers, 'tell him no. Why doesn't the world know I'm busy?'
'With all due respect, sir, Obadiah is busy too, but-'
'But, I'm more busy' Norman answers, continuing to walk, past all the ruckus and confusion filling the room. Norman walks past a fleet of researches, as a lady stalls him, holding a pen, with a paper penned against a crimson clipboard, with a metallic bolster.
'Mr. Osborn, can we put coffee for 5 o'clock or 8 o'clock?' The lady asks. 'Put if off, and reschedule for tomorrow' Norman says. The lady jots something down on the paper chart as Norman walks past, leading himself to a door, after crossing a hallway and being faced with maybe 20 questions. 'I think you can leave now' he turns to his employee, who nods, walking off and taking his clipboard with him.
Norman, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it, walks in the room, as in front of him, he sees a number of assorted machines and devices around the room, along with multiple microscopes and even smaller devices, with spiders and multiple arachnid types studied under a microscope.
Many scientists and various types of researches occupy the room, all of them making use of their talents. Some of them were looking under microscopes; others were double checking the devices and repairing any glitches, while others with assistants recording research results and information.
'Ehem' Norman clears his throat. The man in lead, a white haired man with his hair gelled to the back, with a set of pale eyebrows atop of his hazel eyes.
'Mr. Osborn' the man says.
'Spencer' Norman gives a friendly smile, as he shakes Spencer's hand.
'So,' Norman says, crossing his arms as he looks around, smiling proudly. 'How's progress been?'
'Successful, as of far, I guess' Spencer explains, glancing to Norman and then turning back to a spider being studied, pointing to it. 'If you'll allow me to show you…' Spencer shows Norman to the spider, engulfed in a glass container, performing extraordinary feats, like speeding from one side of the container to the other, then scaling the surface, and scaling the roof and repeating it 2 times in the timespan of 4 seconds.
'Wow,' Norman says, uncrossing his arms, his jaw dropping slightly, as he examines the spider closely, with his two eyes. He turns to a researcher, examining the spider. 'Unlock the case' he says.
Slipping on a bundle of gloves, Norman holds the spider in his hand as it is removed from the glass case. It plummets around his hand, as he supports the spider with his other backhand, smiling.
'It's wonderful' he says. 'It's a miracle.'
Spencer sits silent for a while, till he speaks. 'Should we put in on display?' Norman turns to Spencer, as he ponders for 2 seconds, replying and saying, 'do it, but put it in a case.' Spencer gives Norman a grave look.
'What is it, Spencer?' Norman asks.
'Um… uh… well… it's just… it's the only one we could really apply the globulin enhancements to.'
'How come?' Norman says. 'The spiders blood type is suitable for this enhancement, while the others… they aren't.'
'Then we'll duplicate his blood' Norman suggests, not placing his eyes on anything that doesn't consist of black skin and eight legs with two eyes – in other words, the spider. 'That'll take too much time' Spencer says. Norman turns to Spencer as he says, 'we have time.'
…
-Midtown Magnet High School-
Peter's locker was messy, stuffed with several books; math, English, science, PDHPE, HSIE, Chinese and commerce, with assorted book pages – ripped out of books - filled with text for him to stick onto his books. To the sides were cutouts of UFO's, science equipment and a picture of Saturn, glued into the wall, as well as maybe another 20 cutouts, give or take a few.
Peter Parker (2), a young 15-year-old boy, his brown hair shooting up in the front, with a set of Hazel eyes topped by brown eyebrows. He's dressed in a grey jacket, a pair of jeans and a pair of grey and black shoes.
As he turns, he's greeted by a trip, as he's sent, face first, falling onto the ground and crashing on the floor. 'Oh, I'm sorry, Parker.'
As he looks up, he sees Eugene Thompson, a muscular 15-year-old, dressed in a letterman jacket, blonde, coiled hair and blue eyes, staring Peter into his eyes, as he maliciously grins
He reaches for his books, all of them scattered in front of him, as he piles them together, standing as he picks them up, bracing them and pinning them against his chest. He turns to Eugene.
This is the part I hate the most - the pounding, the tripping and the kicking. My name is Peter Parker, his name is Eugene Thompson, but his friends and just about half the people in class call him Flash Thompson – because he's fast and because he's strong. And me, they call me Puny Parker or Pork Feet, why? – Because I'm smart and because I'm caring.
'Flash… forget to comb your hair this morning?' Peter asks, mostly just to piss him off.
'Heh,' Flash smirks.
…
Within a minute or so, Peter is stuffed in a tin garbage bin, surrounded by trash, left over foods and other variations of litter. He punches violently on the tin, as he tries to lift it off – it's locked. 'Help!' He yells, as he hears some people chatting. He bangs, again, as the tin cover shrinks, as Peter finds his brown haired friend, Harry Osborn.
'Peter, what happened?' Harry asks, as he reaches his hand.
Harry Osborn… one of the only people I can count on, and that's not just in school… but in my entire life. He's always there for me, be it through hardships and easy ships – if that's even a word – and he's the one person I can always count on. We met as kids, in kinder garden, and despite being a rich kid, he seemed to be the only one who could get along with me.
Within seconds, Peter is pulled out of the locker, as he blows away the trash cringing onto his clothes, as he picks some off and kicks some away. 'Okay, Pete, we have to get you to the showers' Harry says. 'Come 'ere.' Peter follows Harry, as he leads him, past the cheerleaders – Liz Allen and Sally Avril, the jocks – Flash Thompson, Kenny Kong and Randy Robertson, and the populars – Mary Jane Watson and some of her other friends.
They reach the bathrooms, past the toilets and to the showers, where Peter takes off his clothes, leaving just his underwear, and walking straight into the heat water. It steams on his head, down to his shoulders, flowing through his chest.
He washes his bear back, legs, feet, arms, armpits, chest, head and let's the water absorb on his hair, and when he's finished, he dries himself and steps out, where Harry is waiting for him, handing him a spare underwear.
'You're going to need this' Harry says, as Peter takes it. 'Thanks' he says, stepping in a toilet, and dressing in the underwear, and in his clothes. He steps out to Harry. 'Well, class is starting in a couple of seconds' Harry says, 'I'll see you at class.'
'Okay, see ya.'
Harry walks off, as Peter approaches his bag, picking it up and slinging it onto his back, walking off as the bell rings, and he forwards to class, past the lockers and hopping over the trash he kicked off to the ground. He says Flash, walking alongside Kenny Kong, the bald, muscular kid, and Randy Robertson, the bald kid with a little amount of hair.
Flash hands him a death stare, whispering something to his friends, who turn to Peter, who just ignores them and continues to walk. They walk on the same path, since they are all going to the same class.
Peter makes a stop at his lockers, as he approaches it, and types in the combination, 0486 6942, as his locker unravels, where he finds his books stuffed around, and the sheets needing gluing. He takes his science book, hidden in the corner, grabbing his pencil case, and shutting the locker close, walking off, and double-checking that it's closed.
When he walks, he's arrived at the science class, where he sees Mr. Warren, who luckily hasn't started the second yet.
'Mr. Parker, take a seat' Mr. Warren says, grabbing a chalk to begin the lesson.
'Sure' Peter nods, kicking his skateboard to the side of his chair and taking a seat with his equipment. On the board, Mr. Warren, the teacher in his 40's with coiled hair and a black beard, writes:
Study alcohol and its properties.
Look into dog's properties and how their abilities and senses work
Revise for upcoming science test
Mr. Warren puts down his chalkboard, turning to the class.
It's the usual routine. Every time before class, Mr. Warren chalks up the plan for the rest of the lesson. Be it revision, an experiment or a discussion, he puts it up on the board.
'Okay class…' Mr. Warren begins. 'Alcohol, it's an organic compound formed by fermentation, a process with breaks sugar down into two compounds; ethanol and carbon dioxide. This is how it begins. But, instead of me telling you, myself, I decided to let you do it for yourself.'
The class begins to chatter amongst each other.
'Yes, we will be making alcohol today. So, everyone, organize yourself in pairs, and I'll tell you how we begin.'
The students stand up, as Peter walks over to his desk with Mary Jane Watson, the red headed, green eyed popular girl.
Oh, yeah, I forget to mention this… MJ is one of my 2 closest friends, her and Harry. She's also always there for me. But, to be honest, it's just not like Harry and me. We're not as close with each other. I mean, when you're friends with a girl and you end up leg first in a garbage bin by a blonde guy called Flash Thompson, you don't expect the girl to pop up and give you a personal escort to the showers. But, she's still my friend. We met when I was 10, and we became quick friends. Not because we're both interested in chemistry, but I guess we had a bond. We both like having fun and… eating pizza.
'Okay, MJ, you grab the equipment and I'll stay and… listen, since your no good at it' Peter says, smiling and chuckling a bit. 'Shut up,' MJ says, 'but it's true.' She walks off, as Peter smiles, turning to Mr. Warren as he talks.
'Okay,' Mr. Warren clutches his pen. 'Heh, it's a habit; okay… first off, I want one of the two people in the group to grab the equipment from the tray… there. You're going to need a beaker, a glass cup, some sugar and…'
Flash walks by, knocking into Peter, as he dumps into his own bench. 'Sorry, Parker' Flash whispers, walking off. After explaining the process, MJ has returned with the equipment, spreading them around the bench.
'Okay… let's see…' Peter dwells on Mr. Warren's words, as he begins examining the pieces. 'Hmm…'
'Don't geek out on me, Peter' MJ jokes.
'Heh' Peter replies. 'Okay, first off…'
…
When they finish, the bell rings, as Peter walks outside. It's home time, before that was free period, and after a long walk home, Peter knocks on the house door, as he longs for a reply.
When the door spreads, he finds Aunt May, his aged guardian, dressed in a purple shirt and an apron. He moves a strand of her grey, curly hair out of her eyes, welcoming Peter in.
The house isn't much, but it's enough. When you come in, you can already see the kitchen, blue and white tiled, with a built in black bench, where spare utensils are organized in a tray, recently brought in by Aunt May. Inside the kitchen, there are the standard equipment; an oven, a stove and other cooking apparatus.
In the dining table is Uncle Ben, Peter's other legal guardian, muscular and fit for someone his age, and dressed in a purple button up shirt and grey pants.
Uncle Ben and Aunt May, my only living immediate family; and lucky I am to have them. My parents left me when I was a little kid, on a trip somewhere, for there job at OsCorp; Harry's dad's company. From what I heard, they were on a plane when the engine broke down and the plane crashed down on a beach. The plane debris was never found, and there was no evidence of the crash anyhow. Well, the first time detectives found the crash sight, the remnants were scattered around an ocean, but before they had time to investigate, the plane sight was empty the day after. It aches me not to know what happened. I just want to know, where did the plane sight go? Was it just a car crash?
Right now, Uncle Ben scans through a newspaper, which he puts down to look to his nephew, who he views as his son, Peter Benjamin Parker.
'Peter boy, how are you doing?' Ben asks. 'Just fine' Peter replies, walking over to the kitchen. 'What are you cooking?' He asks Aunt May. 'Just some spaghetti' Aunt May walks behind him, entering the kitchen and approaching all the cooking equipment set up, taking a knife to cut up some onions for the spaghetti. 'Care to help?' Aunt May asks, looking up to Peter.
'No can do, I have an assignment to work on' Peter shakes his head to his Aunt, as he opens the fridge and takes a peek.
'You'll be helping me with the garage' Uncle Ben adds. 'That place needs some cleaning.'
'Ben, let him work on his assignment' Aunt May argues, as Peter picks out a water bottle and chuckles. 'C'mon, Aunt May, it wont take too long' Peter says, shutting the refrigerator door behind him as he uncorks the bottle, taking a drink. Aunt May sighs, 'fine, but don't take too long.'
'Sweet' Peter smiles.
'Follow me' Uncle Ben stands up and walks off.
Yep… that's my life.
…
The garage is a messy place, with boxes lined over each other and other boxes fallen and scattered around the dusty ground. Paint is splattered on the ground, with a tin fallen on the ground. Old video games, consoles, magazines and game guides of Uncle Ben's and Peter's lay on a table in the centre of the room, with a box of engineering tools for Uncle Ben's old work filling a box near the wooden table. In the corner is an old 30-inch television, the glass screen battered and broken for whatever reason. Turning back to the table, Peter's finds boxes and cases of all kinds stacked under, and near the television is a refrigerator, half broken and the other half held together. There is also a chair, with a tool box set on it, tools stuffed inside. Besides this mess, are other things messily set, scattered and unarranged around the room. Peter turns to his Uncle Ben, who turns back, as Peter speaks.
'We have a lot of work to do' Peter comments.
'Yep,' Uncle Ben answers. 'We do.'
Beginning on cleaning, Peter clears out the ground with a spray and wipe, wiping off all the dust as it clings onto the wipe. Uncle Ben is on the other side of the room, cleaning up the paint, while Aunt May continues cooking the spaghetti.
When Peter finishes cleaning up, and Uncle Ben has cleaned up the paint, Peter brings in the vacuum, as he vacuums the ground, or at least the ground he can see, since the garage is so dirty. After vacuuming and cleaning up the area, they're finished. 'Good work, Pete' Uncle Ben pats Peter on the bag. 'Now go have a break and then do your work.'
'I know the drill' Peter says, as Uncle Ben smiles, walking off. 'Oh, and Peter, see if you can find a screw with a yellow handle!' Uncle Ben yells. Peter looks behind. 'Sure' he says, as he begins search. He looks in boxes, trying not to mess the area up and keep everything tidy, until he arrives to the boxes under the table, scanning through them and finding the screw with a yellow handle, and next to it, a briefcase, with the initials RP engraved on the handle – Richard Parker.
He takes the screw, takes the suitcase, walking outside of the garage and shutting it behind him, taking a look at the suitcase and at the initials.
What is this? He thinks, what if it's just a suitcase? I doubt it.
Peter walks off and away, where he finds Uncle Ben, talking to Aunt May about prices and sales on Big W. Peter walks in. 'Hey, Uncle Ben… Aunt May…' he interrupts. Aunt May and Uncle Ben stop, turning to him, as he looks back at his guardians, approaching his Uncle. 'Here's your screw' he hands it to his Uncle, as he turns, setting the suitcase on the table and turning to his Aunt and Uncle, both staring at the suitcase, Peter not sure if they are confused, shocked or surprised.
'What is this?' Peter asks, staring at the suitcase lock combination, where you can type in 8 digits and then a letter. 'I… I'm not sure' Aunt May says, as she brings in two bowls of spaghetti onto the table, standing next to Peter. 'Hmm…' she thinks, as she turns to Uncle Ben, who looks back. Then, a thought hits Aunt May.
'Oh, yes, I remember this. Richard left it behind, I'm not sure why but we couldn't contact him… he was too busy. We couldn't crack it open because of the lock combination?'
'Why don't you force it open?' Peter asks.
'We didn't want to break it' Uncle Ben puts in.
'And why didn't you tell me?' Peter inquired his Aunt and Uncle.
'We didn't think it was important?' Uncle Ben stands from his chair.
'Hmm…' Peter gets into thinking. 'I'll take it up to my room.'
Aunt May turns to Uncle Ben, sighing, then turning back to Peter to say something. 'Okay, but don't forget your assignment, okay, sweetie?'
'I'll have it finished by the morning.'
'Okay.'
'Yes!' Peter takes the briefcase, pacing to the stairs and walking them up, one by one.
…
His room is just like his locker, messy, but less messy. On walls, he has several newspapers taped; there is a computer in his room, set up on a wooden table, with an attached keyboard, and several pens and a pair of earphones next to it. On the ground are a pair of spare shoes, the colour identical to the one he wears now.
On his bed are a stash of video games he collected in the past 5 Christmas's, among them are Journey 2, Halo 4, Captain America: Super Soldier, Infamous, The Sims 3, Devil May Cry 4, Need for Speed: Pro Street, Infamous 2, Star Trek Online, and Little Big Planet 2.
Peter steps in his room, shutting the door behind him and setting the brief case on the floor, and turning to his bed, where he finds his case of glasses. He picks the case up, opening it to find his pair of lenses, as he picks them up and wears them over his eyes, setting the case down and sitting down in front of the briefcase.
He's about to reach to open the briefcase when he notices the lock. He needs the combination, and he can either try digging up some old documents, if there are any left here, or just make a guess.
'Hmm…' he thinks. He tries a combination, scrolling through the numbers and letters and placing in a guess, 29641241B. It was his father's lucky set of digits and letters, yet it wouldn't work.
My father wouldn't put something so obvious… that is if he wanted to keep me out. I'm guessing he did.
He continues making several guesses and sets of digitals and a letter at the end, but it doesn't work. He's just typing up gibberish, and it won't get him anywhere.
'Okay… okay… okay… get into your father's shoes. Wait, they were too big' Peter makes a personal joke, as he thinks, until he remembers.
'Oh, yes, please work' he types in a combination, a combination he used to hear his mother and father whisper about, yet he didn't know what it meant.
89430132G.
*Click*
'Oh, yes' he opens up the briefcase, to find several documents and folders. 'Looks like Christmas came early this year. And I'm sure Santa didn't come with a biscuit. Okay, Peter, stop talking to yourself. Bad habit.'
He picks up a folder, looking into it, analysing it as he rips the seal off, finding incriminating evidence against several super humans of all kinds. He sees a document of one man, Alex Rider, a time travelling mutant, and in the folder he finds incriminating evidence – enough to put anyone behind bars for a lifetime.
The next documents shows an American, 19-year-old, who has harnessed the power of electricity to control it and use it to plunder banks and defraud powerful men and women of all kinds.
He looks through several incriminating documents, and then he picks up another folder, eagerly unsealing it to look inside, finding several papers of recruits – apparently for a team – and each of them with their own skills and prowess in either computers, technology of sorts, combat skills, hacking, aviating and other fields of skill and technology.
Peter's eyes leave the documents as he sets them up the floor, thinking.
What were my mother and father doing? Why are they trying to incriminate people? They were just a couple working for Norman Osborn at OsCorp. I think I'll have to give him a visit. I… I need to get to the bottom of this.
He looks back down to the briefcase, picking out a pile of photos packed tightly together. He unpacks them, scrolling through them to see, 1, a photo of Richard Parker, a brown haired man in his mid 40s, standing straight beside Mary Parker, wife to Richard Parker and mother to Peter Parker.
It looks like a passport picture; accept they are two in one. He looks into the next photo, which is an individual portrait of Richard, and behind him is a blue background, mirroring the one in the portrait of Richard and Mary together.
The next photo in the pile is of Mary Parker, standing alone, her brown hair tied in a bun, and behind her is the blue background, which appears to surface in each portrait. 'What is this?'
He scrolls through the other photos in the pile, which show Richard and Mary posing along side a group of other people, dressed in badges, which appear to signify their position, rank and name.
All of the people on the photo, standing beside Richard and Mary, are strangers. Peter scrolls through the rest of the pile, which are all just variants of the same picture, with some people different in each photo, and dressed in different clothes.
He sets the pile down, just thinking. He has nothing to say, as he just sits there.
…
-OsCorp-
Norman Osborn sits on a chair, signing documents, one by one, chucking the document aside after he signs it. A knock interrupts him, as he looks up, sighing. 'Come in' he says, as the door shrinks back and his assistant, Justin, a blonde haired man dressed in a suit, enters the room, phone in his hand.
'Mr. Osborn, someone wants to talk to you' Justin announces.
'Just hand me the damn phone?' Norman replies, angrily, as Justin approaches him and hands him the phone.
'Hello' Osborn speaks into the device. '… Yes… look, Bill, I guarantee you, we wont be sued… c'mon, no one sued whoever one paracetamol, this is illogical… and so what if we've been using arachnids...? Okay, so you might have a point, but I'll make this work… then I'll see you at coffee time tomorrow… goodbye.'
Osborn hangs up, handing the phone to Justin, who switches it off and shoves it in his pocket. 'Anything wrong, Osborn?'
'Nothing's wrong…' Norman leans back. 'There are just some things I have to consider.'
'Hey, dad…' Harry knocks, entering the room.
'Harry…' Norman smiles. 'Justin, could you give us a second.'
'Sure' Justin listens. 'Have a good day.'
Justin walks off, as Norman's eyes follow his trail, until he's exited the room, and Norman turns to Harry.
'Yes son' he says.
'Um… you know, dad… we've never… you know… done something together… why don't we, uh… go out or somethin'?'
'I don't know, Harry,' Norman replies. 'I'm not sure I have any time.'
'C'mon, dad, isn't it weird that other fathers, you know, care about their sons? But you don't even care. Why do you think I'm your enemy? I don't hate you. If that's what you think, then you're wrong. Or maybe I'm wrong to think that me coming here will change anything. Dad, I love you, but the question is, do you love me? 'Cause I'm not sure. And look at me, I'm getting all mushy.'
Norman sits there in silence, a smile materialising on his face. 'Okay, after school tomorrow… come back home and we'll go out together, okay?'
Harry stands there, dumbfounded by what his father just said. He turns to his sides, looking back to his father, who smiles to his son.
'Okay?' Norman asks. 'Um…' Harry places his hands in his pockets, smiling. 'Okay, um, yeah… sure. That sounds good' he walks off, to the door and exiting the room, walking off. 'What did dad just say?' Harry asks himself.
…
'The food here is disguising' MJ complains as she walks through the cafeteria alongside her friend, Peter, who has his hands in his pockets. 'C'mon, MJ, stop getting all angsty over me. Angst is bad.'
'Well, seriously, the food is horrible' MJ sets her tray of food on a table. 'And what do you do anyway? How do you survive this food without getting all angsty?'
'Well…' a smile forms on Peter's face, as he removes a sandwich in a plastic bag from his pocket. 'I pack my own lunch' he smiles.
'Hey, friends' Harry approaches his two friends. 'Guess who's going out with his dad?'
'Guess why just said something that sounded so wrong?' MJ mocks, chuckling and taking a seat. Peter unseals the plastic bag and takes a bite.
'What? You and Norman are going to do something with each other? I mean, that's great' Peter corrects himself. He takes a bite from his sandwich. 'So, what happened?'
'Well, I guess being mushy kind of works' Harry replies. 'Anyways, guys, I'll see ya' later' Peter waves, walking off, not looking at his path as he bumps into someone/something. 'Ah!' He falls on the ground, dropping his sandwich.
'Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!'
He slowly works his way up to see a brawny, bold figure, Kenny Kong, and beside him - Flash Thompson, Randy Robertson and Liz Allen, all of them cracking up in laughter.
'Hey, get off me' out of instinct and anger, Peter lunges forward at Kenny's build, in which he responds by grabbing Peter, one hand in the wrist and the other on the chest and pushing him back. 'Oh, dude's gonna kill you, Randy… you better run' Flash scoffs. 'Oh, no, this is so scared' Kenny pretends to run off, standing in a running pose then standing back in his general position.
'Oh my gosh, what a nerd' blonde haired Liz stepped forward, jamming her boot on the sandwich. 'Such a d**k' she curses. 'Hey!' MJ gets up from her chair, walking forward to the group of bullies. 'Lay off of Peter.'
'Oh, you're scaring me' Flash teases MJ. 'Oh, whatever' Flash says. 'C'mon, lets go' he walks off, followed by his friends.
'My…' Peter squints as he begins to tear. Harry stands up, approaching Peter. 'Peter… its…'
He doesn't say anything else. Peter just runs off, seeking solitude.
…
-Norman Osborn's office-
'What? You have got to be kidding me?' Norman bitterly cried into the phone device. 'How did the spider escape? You have got to be kidding me! I'm not paying you to sit on your bums. Find me the spider!'
Norman – in a tense manner – sets the phone on his table after hanging up. 'God damn it, who could have done this? Wait… Justin.'
Norman walks outside of the office, shutting the door behind him.
'Justin!'
…
Peter runs out of school, tearing as he speeds forward, the rapid air pounding against his face, cooling it down. He rushes past a group of students, pushing them aside and running at one of the fastest paces he had ever run before.
He takes a turn, rushing forward and making a fool out of himself, and after taking several turns, he reaches a street, made up of several shopping markets and stalls producing and selling lemonades and another one selling ice cream.
Still tearing, Peter takes a seat on an empty bench, breathing in and out, as slow as he can, calming himself. 'Oh my god' his open hands shift into fists.
I just want to punch Flash. I just want to punch Flash, then go to Liz and lower her grades so low. So low that she's the worst in the class. Oh wait; she already did that by herself.
The tearing calms down, as he breathes, remembering everything his Aunt May and Uncle Ben had taught him:
Love.
Calmness.
Tranquility.
Within seconds, the tearing has stopped, and he's calmed down. Just as he does, he feels a miniature something crawling onto his arm. He turns to his hand, and on it is a spider.
'Get off!'
…
Norman Osborn scrambled through the hallways, yelling one name on top of his lungs. 'Justin! Come 'ere! Come here right now!'
He approaches Justin's room, kicking the door open to find Justin, staring out of the window and staring into the vast city, but changing position to stare at Norman as he enters the room.
'Norman?'
'How dare you?' Norman approaches Justin, pulling him and pinning him against the desk, applying pressure to his neck.
'Norman… stop… I did nothing…' Justin pleads. 'Please… let me… go.'
Norman only applies more pressure. 'How dare you!' He growls. Norman, with one hand, lets go of Justin's neck, still pinning him onto the desk, and clenching his hand into a fist, raising his fist to strike.
…
Before he can shake it off, the spider has stung Peter.
'Ah!' He silently screams, and surprisingly, it doesn't hurt him, but it jumps off, dead. 'What just happened?' Peter says, as he stands up. 'Eh… okay… what's happening to me?' He looks into his hands, which are vibrating.
His vision blurs, he fills a chill filling his body, suddenly feeling hot. Suddenly, he feels an impending headache, strengthening and strengthening. 'Ah' he trails off, and because of how dizzy and drowsy he feels, within seconds, he's in another street.
He's drowsy, dizzy and incapable, struggling to stand firm, as he stumbles back and forth. And as he trails off, he's in the middle of the driveway, as a tingling sensation sparks in his head, as he sees a car rapidly driving towards him.
…
Norman's fist is raised, and as he shifts his hand forward, another hand grabs his arm – the hand of his son, Harry Osborn.
'Dad' Harry cries, as Norman tries pulling out of his grasp, failing. 'Harry, get off of me!' Norman yells still held back by his own son. 'Dad… calm down, this isn't you' Harry says. 'Father I know you.'
'Please… let me go' Justin begs. 'You're a good person' Harry continues. 'You're not a killer… you're a good man, I know it. C'mon dad.' Norman looks down, obviously, slowly releasing his grip on Norman's neck.
'You're right…' he says, turning to his son. 'I'm not a killer' he lets go of Justin. 'What is wrong with you?' Justin cries. 'I didn't do anything' Justin defends himself.
'Then how did the spider escape? On it's own feet?'
'I'm not sure' Justin shakes his head. 'But I didn't do it…'
'Look, Justin, I'm sorry…' Norman apologises. 'I shouldn't have done that.'
'I hope you are' Justin says. 'Just… please… leave.'
Norman nods, turning to his son and then walking off, exiting the room without saying another word. 'I'm sorry…' Harry says to Justin.
…
'Get out of the way!' The driver yells, as Peter leaps out of the way, instinctively.
Yes, I'm safe… I'm safe…
He tries turning away, when he realises, he's adhering onto a brick surface, and that he just back flipped to get there. His fingertips are literally binded with the surface, as if they are one.
'What… what happened to me?'
Not going down, he decides to scale the wall, his fingers literally adhering to the surface as he crawls up the building, like a spider. 'Woah' he takes a leap up, his hands, again, sticking onto the surface, as he continues to climb.
In a matter of moments, he's on top of the building. 'Woah… what the…' he stares at his own hands, dumbfounded.
That spider… whatever it did to me… let's see what else I can do.
He's dressed in a grey and black jacket, pulling the hood up to keep anonymous. 'Here we go…'
He sprints forward, surprisingly gaining a higher amount of momentum as he moves, he's rushing forward to the edge of the building, then springing up, soaring through the sky at great speeds. 'Woah!"
He'd never jumped that high.
He'd never seen anyone jump that high, well, at least no average human jumping that high. He lands on the top of the other building. 'Yes, wicked!" He continues running.
Thank. You. Spider.
He flips in the air, landing on the next building and sprinting even faster. He turns, leaping off the building and onto a street wire, walking on top of it, balancing precisely on the rope. He reaches the next building, approaching a chimney, ripping off the top with his bare hands, crushing it and chucking it off.
'Heh…' He smiles. 'Speed, check. Strength, check. Equilibrium, check. Wall crawling, check. And that tingling sensation… yep… I'm a spider.'
He leaps off the building, landing on an empty street. 'I'm amazing.'
…
Wow… what just happened? How did I do that? Geez, I guess people change, huh? But… what do I do with this power… become a superhero? What about Aunt May and Uncle Ben? What will they think?
…
Realising school hasn't ended yet, Peter walks back to school, ambling past the metallic school gates and into the school building, walking past numerous students and reaching the locker room, where he found MJ.
'Hey, Peter, why is everyone walking off?' MJ asks. 'I'm not sure…' Peter approaches his locker, still smiling.
'And what are you smiling about?' MJ asks. 'If my memory is correct, and I'm sure it is… you just got tantalised by Flash Thompson, Kenny Kong and Liz Allen? Why are you so happy?' Peter approaches his locker, typing in the combination as his locker door unseals. He picks out his book for next lesson, which is commerce, and his pencil case, shutting his locker as it automatically locks, and turning to MJ. 'I'm not sure… I'm just happy.'
He turns to walk off, the tingling sensation returning to his head, as his path is blocked off by Flash Thompson, a sardonic smile visible on his face, as he shoves Peter on to a locker. 'Heh…' Peter smiles. 'So you did straighten your hair today.'
Flash replies by strengthening his grip and pressuring Peter against the locker. 'Flash… let him go' Mary Jane steps in. 'Ha, ha' Flash chuckles a bit, turning to MJ. 'What, are you getting all mushy, MJ? He is your boyfriend' he chucks Peter on the floor, the sensation appearing on his head before he is thrown.
'Ah!' He lands on the ground, dropping his book and pencil case. 'Damn you' Peter scrambles back on his feet, charging violently at Flash and knocking him onto the locker with powerful impact.
The door of the locker cracks off, falling on the ground, as Flash successfully avoids the locker door. 'What the hell?' Flash stares at the crowd gathering around and students passing by. MJ looks in surprise, but shrugs off the fact that Peter just broke off a locker door by forcing herself to believe the locker wasn't screwed on well. 'Guys… just stop, it's not worth it' MJ stands in between the two of them.
'What are you, high?' Flash asks.
'I didn't want to fight' Peter objects. 'But you've pushed my buttons!'
'Oh, he has buttons' Flash taunts. 'Man… you're not even worth it.'
Turning, Flash walks off, and while Peter is tempted to lunge forward and strike him, MJ blocks his path. 'I'm not worth it, or you're scared?' Peter yells.
'Peter… calm down' MJ says. 'Please… not for my own good but for yours.'
'He's pissing me off…' Peter says. 'I'm sick of it.' MJ nods. 'I understand' she explains. 'But you cant solve it this way, alright? Peter, I'm not going to TELL you what to do… but I suggest you go to class.' Peter, felling quite ashamed and embarrassed, picks up his pencil case and book, walking off to class.
…
'He's been quiet…' Aunt May tells, as her, Peter and Uncle Ben eat on the dining table. 'He's just collecting his thoughts' Uncle Ben explains. 'He reminds me of myself when I was his age.'
'Oh, you always say that' May says, causing Uncle Ben to laugh as she takes a spoon of food. 'So, Peter, how was school?' Aunt May asks. 'It was fine' Peter mutters, helping himself to spoon full of cereal.
'Peter, cereal isn't proper food' Aunt May mentions.
'It isn't even dinner yet' Peter says. 'Anyways, I'm going to go get some ice cream. Care to come along?'
'I'm fine' Aunt May shakes her head. 'Gladly' Uncle Ben agrees, pushing his chair back and standing up. 'Sure Peter, let's go out. Just pick up and wash your plate.'
''Kay' Peter stands up.
…
'Man… we haven't done something like this together for… like… forever' Harry tells his dad, as they stroll past the streets. 'I'm just glad to see you happy, son' Norman says. 'C'mon, we don't we stop by that clothes shop and fit you in with a tux.'
'Yeah, da- hey, Peter… Mister Parker' Harry stops and says, as he sees Uncle Ben and Peter walking together. 'Hi, Harry boy,' Uncle Ben says, acting cool, as usual. 'And… Mr. Osborn' he turns to Norman, shaking his hand. 'Hello, Mr. Parker, and how are you, Peter?' Norman turns and asks Peter. 'I'm doing great, sir, thanks' Peter smiles. 'And Harry…' Peter turns to Harry. 'What's up?'
'Um, I don't know, just hanging out with dad.'
'And how's school been, Harry?' Uncle Ben asks Harry.
Making small chat… just like always.
'Pretty good actually, considering grades and work have been going fine.'
'Yes, actually… Harry has been working really hard' Norman turns to Harry, smiling. 'I've been very proud.' Harry looks a bit embarrassed, as he turns and smiles to Peter as if they share this inside joke.
'And, how has business been?' Peter turns to Norman and questions. 'In fact, we've been making quick progress, but-' Norman stops to stare at Peter's hand, to see the mark left behind by the spider sting. This urges Uncle Ben to look too. 'Hmm…' Uncle Ben says. 'I didn't realise that. Were you bitten?' Peter chuckles. 'Look, I'm fine' he says.
'Well, are you sure?' Norman asks. 'I can get you some of my doctors to check you up.' He realises how ridiculous that sounded. Peter smiles, shaking his head. 'It's fine' he says. 'I just woke up with this thing, and I'm feeling all right. You don't have to worry about me.' Norman turns from Peter, Harry, then Uncle Ben and back to Peter.
'Well, Mr. Ben Parker and Peter, it was nice talking to you' Norman smiles. 'Have a nice day.'
'And to you too' Uncle Ben says, as Norman and Harry walk past and away from them. Immediately, Uncle Ben turns to Peter. 'Where did you get that mark on your hand?' Uncle Ben queries. 'Dunno' Peter lies. 'Like I said, I woke up with it.' Uncle Ben stands in silence for a second. 'And you feel fine?' Uncle Ben questions. 'Yeah, i'm fine' Peter says. 'Trust me?'
'Yeah, I trust you but I also care for you' Uncle Ben comments.
'I'm positive, it's not a spider bite. I bet I just fell down or something' Peter obviously doesn't look his Uncle in his eye as he speaks to him. 'Okay, Peter... let's continue' Uncle Ben says, walking off. 'So close' Peter whispers to himself, following his guardian/father figure. 'So, where's our next stop. Since we just finished our ice creams?' Peter asks. 'I need to stop by a bank to pick up money for Aunt May's birthday present' Uncle Ben explains. 'Come along, will you?'
'Sure thing' Peter agrees, as he follows Uncle Ben into the central bank. When they walk in, they wait in line, then greeted by the lady in the front register, dressed in a coal-black suit and a white undershirt with a tie, and her black hair is fastened with a bun. 'Hello, how may I help you, sir?' The lady asks. 'I'd like to make a withdrawal from my account' Uncle Ben explains.
'Everybody, get down and put your hands on top of your heads!'
Everyone does as they are instructed, ducking down to catch a view of six people, dressed in ski masks and camouflage jackets fitted against their frames, rush inside the bank, all of them armed to the teeth with guns, knives, explosives and tactical equipment, as if they are prepared for warfare, and all of them holding duffle bags.
They sprint inside, approach the different registers, raising a shotgun to their hands. 'Open the god damned vault!' One of the criminals speaks in a menacing way. 'Look, just calm down, i'll get the vault opened' the register man succumbs, as he approaches the vault, built in directly behind him, as he works on uncorking the vault door. The other registers are working on this too.
Peter looks around, unable to do anything. Well, he could, but he doesn't want to expose himself.
Damn it, I've gotta do something. I can't anyway. I'll just wait until they leave and i'll chase them down. Stupid bank. What if I don't do anything anyways. It's not like they're worth it. I can't over estimate my powers. I've never tested if I can dodge a bullet, or if I can survive it anyway. Best not to do anything at all. It's not my fight, anyways.
The vaults are unlocked, and the criminals rush forward, loading the money into their bags, their visible mouths grinning from victory. After they unload the vaults and load their bags, they turn to rush outside, but as they do so, a man in his 30s in a tuxedo – obviously an employee – darts from under cover, tearing off the mask from one of the criminals, and under the mask is a blonde man, his wavy hair styled to point in all directions, and a small beard along with his face. 'Idiot' the blonde man knocks the employee back down to the ground, running and pulling the mask back on his face, rushing out of the bank, along with his other accomplices.
Seconds after, everyone begins rising back up from their positions, including Uncle Ben and Peter Parker. 'Are you okay, Uncle Ben?' Is the first thing Peter asks. 'I'm fine... but that man' he turns to the employee. 'Are you okay?' Peter approaches the employee recently knocked down to the ground, helping him up, kindly. 'I'm fine, thanks' the employee replies. 'But those criminals, they cant get away with something like this.'
Peter smiles. 'It's fine. It isn't any of our jobs to fight them. Not mine. Not yours and certainly not any of us. Just be glad your safe. And on the bright side, we did get a look at the man's face.'
…
- Parker Residence -
'How did he look like?' The officer questions the three of them: Peter Parker, Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Behind the officer is a number of other officers, including a sketch artist. 'Well...' Peter stands up from the couch.
'He was blonde haired' Peter explains, too briefly. 'Light or dark?' The sketch artist asks. 'Light' Peter talks. 'It was styled in all different directions, going back, front, left, right and in the corners.'
'Straight, curly or wavy?' The sketch artist questions. 'Um...' Peter fails to remember. 'Wavy' Uncle Ben answers. 'And was it gelled?' The sketch artist asks. 'There was a lot of gel' Peter says. 'Okay' the sketch artist begins drawing.
After a while, Uncle Ben and Peter offer the most detailed, explicit description of the man, which takes them about a total of 1 hour to get through, with the artist occasionally showing Peter and Uncle Ben to see if they have the correct image. 'Did he look anything like this?' The sketch artist asks, as he flips over the sketch once again to show Uncle Ben, Peter and Aunt May the completed version, which looks near identical, which is surprising considering the fact that it was just a brief explanation. 'Wow...' Peter marvels at the coloured sketch. 'It looks just like the guy.'
From the kitchen, MJ steps out, holding two cups of coffee, handing one to Uncle Ben and the other to Aunt May.
'Thank you,' Aunt May says, as Uncle Ben says something alike.
'Okay, well, thank you for your cooperation' the officer thanks them. 'Well be sure to make a scan for this criminal, and hopefully, we'll have him behind bars. And, Mr. Benjamin Parker and Peter, I understand it can be difficult to walk out of a robbery situation, but don't worry. It'll be fine.'
After saying this, the officer and his accomplices exit the residence, leaving Uncle Ben, Peter, Aunt May and MJ together in one room.
'If there is anything I can do to help...' MJ begins.
'It's alright' Uncle Ben smiles. 'You've been great help already.'
MJ smiles. 'Thank you' she says. 'I just wish for you to be fine. You know, these types of robberies can be hard for some, but you guys handled it well, I guess. Just, good luck Mr. Parker and Mrs. Parker and Peter.'
Peter smiles to his friend. 'I'm doing fine' he explains. 'Well... okay, I guess I should get a move on. My Aunt is probably going to kill me if I come back too late' she jokes. 'Good bye.'
'Good bye, MJ' Peter says, as she takes her jacket, immediately exiting the house.
'I hope you guys are all right' Aunt May notes.
'Yeah, i'm fine' Peter reassures her. 'There's nothing I couldn't do before the robbery that I cant do now.'
...
The next morning, a Saturday morning, Peter brings out his old board, skating around the New York docks. He makes rapid turns – turns he couldn't do without his spider like abilities. He wraps his shoes around the board, leaping up, 5x higher then any normal human could jump, leaping over a crate, using his agility to flip high in the air and land back on the ground, boarding around.
That is incredible. What am I doing? This is awesome?
Letting go of his board, Peter leaps off, clinging onto a crate with his bare fingertips, as his board crashes behind him. 'That is amazing' he marvels at his incredible abilities. He scales to the top of the crate, rushing to the edge, leaping off and crashing into another crate, landing down on the ground and feeling no discomfort whatsoever, confirming his invulnerability.
He continues, performing extraordinary feats with his abilities, until 2 hours, when he's gotten board, and he approaches a hot dog stand with his board. 'Hello, how may I help you?' The hot dog owner, Steve, asks.
'Could I please have a hot dog with tomato sauce and mustard?' Peter asks, kindly.
'Sure can do' Steve approaches the back of the stand to bring him a fresh hot dog. Peter turns to his side, to find Flash Thompson beside him, grinning. 'Hey Flash' Peter says, sounding less happy then he previously did while ordering the hotdog.
'I heard about what happened' Flash says. 'Look, I'm sorry about the robbery. If you need any help, you can come to me' he says, obviously mocking.
'Flash, just shut up' Peter responds, as Steve hands him his hot dog. 'That'll be 4 dollars 50' Steve notes.
'Sure' Peter takes out his wallet, scrolling through its contents and handing Steve 5 dollars. 'Thanks for the tip' Steve jokes, directly afterwards handing Peter the change, which he places in his wallet, sealing it and placing it in his pocket.
'Thanks' Peter walks off, as he sees Flash ordering his hot dog. From a distance, Peter sees a poster, advertising for participation in a match against Crusher Hogan. Apparently Crusher is tough. Apparently, you can earn 500 for participating and winning. Apparently, all you need to do is rip off the tag and take it in to participate. Apparently, Peter doesn't care.
You'll have it someday Flash. I'm not timid Peter Parker anymore. Heh, how long would it take for me to take him down? My guess, two seconds.
- The End -
Notes- Ta da! And there it is, I hope you liked it. A lot of hard work and effort was put in to made this, so please review after reading, and give me some of your feedback. I love both praise and criticism, and that is as long as it's constructive, so feel free to point out any spelling mistakes if you find any, and tell me what you liked and what you didn't like. Thanks for reading.
- Notes on character depictions – (Credit goes to L-Dog Z for thinking up of this idea, and allowing me to borrow it.)
Peter Parker: Peter is probably one of the most fun to write. He's kind, loving, caring to all of his friends and family, and as seen in the bank scene, he's willing to help fallen strangers. Unlike some other comic books, Peter sticks up for himself in this fic, but unfortunately, fails. For my Peter, he's mainly interested in science, and space studies (which was told from the cardboard cut outs in his locker). His two closest friends are MJ and Harry, but the two people he loves the most are his Uncle and Auntie. Another thing I'd like to point, this Peter thinks a lot about his parents, but never speaks it. I wanted to modernise the character, give him some tweaks, but I obviously didn't want to change him too much. Another thing, this Peter isn't a jerk, something I took to changing. The only reason he didn't stop a crime wasn't because it's 'not his policy' but because he was afraid for himself, and he wasn't sure what limits his powers reach.
Mary Jane Watson: Mary Jane Watson is a fun person. She's social, and loves talking and making friends. She's loving, caring, but she's also capable of sticking up for herself, but she rather avoids conflicts and violence, which is why she usually interrupts fights between Peter and Flash. She's willing to help people who are in need, and is in no ways selfish. I admit, I may have not explored her character as much as Peter, but she had her moments. Oh, also, on another note, she can get serious at times.
Harry Osborn: Harry Osborn, i've kind of went with a modern version of Spectacular Spider-Man Harry. He and Peter aren't like friends, they're like brothers, and MJ isn't like his friend. She's like his sister. In this fic, Harry loves his father, yet he doesn't have much time to spend with him. Also, I tried to make Harry like Norman's conciousness. He's worried about his father, and while he believes he is a good man, he doesn't want him to make a huge mistake.
Norman Osborn: Norman Osborn had a lot of concentration devoted to him. He may have been more main then Harry, but there is a reason to that. I don't want to accomplish Norman Osborn as 'just a villain' and so when I introduce Green Goblin, I don't just want Norman to have been a build up. As for personality, in this fic, Norman is actually a kind, nice guy, but he's easy to lose his temper when it comes to losing projects he worked hard for, as seen when he nearly chocked Justin to death. So, he's not a villain, he's not a bad guy, not yet at least, but if he ever does become one, I want it to be a drastic change, not that he was evil all along, so my Norman is kind of a good guy.
Uncle Ben: I'm trying to build up Uncle Ben, since I love building up characters, so with his personality, I wanted to make him a fun Uncle. If he ever is free and he has the opportunity to leave the house or go do something like get ice cream, he'll take it. He's nice, caring and he loves his family, but there isn't much to say about him.
Aunt May: I admit she didn't have enough characterisation, but there wasn't much I could do for her. At this moment, she is really just a legal guardian, but I hope to explore more of her later on. Hang on Aunt May fans, you will she more of her.
Flash Thompson: Flash Thompson is a straight up jerk, but there's a story behind it. He's a friend turned bully, but there's a reason, and whoever said reasons had to be good? For now, he's a main/supporting character, if that makes any sense, but we'll hopefully see more of him. He doesn't shy from both verbal and physical bullying, but only bullies non popular people.
Liz Allen: Liz Allen is a lady version of Flash, accept sometimes, she can get more intense. She's mean, yet she's popular. There's not much to say about her, but she'll be recurring every now and then.
Randy Robertson and Kenny Kong: Not much to say about these people, but Kenny is a bully while Randy is more of a cool guy who can sometimes be mean, but very rarely.
Justin and Spencer: Just some employees, but Justin and Spencer will show a lot, until i'm done with them.
Notes- I hope you liked how I modernised all the characters, but didn't try changing them too much.
Notes- Not that this is relevant in any way to this issue, but I have plans for either an Edge of Time arc, accept have Noir instead of Spider-Man 2099, or I might just give Noir his own individual arc. I'm not sure when, but i'd really like to write for noir spider.
Notes- There isn't really action in this first chapter, but this really is just an origin story. On another note, I didn't want to make Peter a jerk.
Notes- Be sure to vote on the poll on my profile page to tell what you thought about the first chapter. PM me for any requests, or you can write it in review form.
Notes- Which one did you like more? The Amazing Spider-Man Volume 1 or Spider-Man: Unlimited? Tell me your thoughts.
Notes- The proportion of this was written with Microsoft word, while the rest was made using LibreOffice. I like LibreOffice more.
Notes- Updates may not be so regular, but when they are here, the chapters will be just about this long. I like long fanfics, since you can fit a lot and there isn't much of a time limit, and you can explain more and add more details.
Notes- As for Richard and Mary Parker, I made references to their past, but their history will be explained later on in a future arc, involving the avengers.
Notes- Anyways, I hope you liked it. Read, review, favourite, follow and annoy me on PM. Thanks.