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Peter grabbed his backpack and set it on top of the bed. He then unzipped the zipper and dug through the bag until he had found his camera. Clicking his tongue, Peter fumbled with the camera cord and plugged it into his computer and sat into his chair. The few pictures that he had managed to take uploaded onto his computer. When everything was transferred, he opened the first picture. His eyes scanned, thinking of all that need to be fixed. He moved his cursor around, picking out all the flaws, but when it landed on a certain person in the background, he instantly stopped. Peter selected the area and zoomed in. "Peter?"

Hearing his uncle's voice made him sit up and press the button unlocking the door. "Yeah, come in."

Uncle Ben slowly opened the door and peeked in before opening it fully. He walked his way over to the bed and sat down before looking at his nephew. "What does the other guy look like?"

Peter turned and faced his uncle with a confused look. "Other guy?"

"I wasn't born yesterday, Peter. I know a good hit when I see one."

Peter traced the large bruise that formed on the side of his head. "I didn't fight back, Uncle Ben."

Uncle Ben slowly nodded. He figured it wasn't an easy topic to talk about, but it had to be brought up. His eyes looked up to Peter's computer. "She's pretty." Peter looked where his uncle was focused on and saw that it was the picture of Gwen. "Have you asked her out yet?"

Peter snorted and shook his head. "I barely know her. And even if I did, I'm not good enough."

"Sure you are. You're a good kid, Peter, and just like your father." Uncle Ben stood and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "They would be proud to have a son like you."

Peter sighed and glanced down to the floor. "Where are they?"

Uncle Ben froze. He knew that this question was soon to arise, but even now, he still didn't know what to say. He sighed and looked at his nephew. "I wish I knew, Peter. I really do. But when your parents left that rainy night, neither of them spoke of where they were going, only that they had and urgent matter to attend to."

"They just never said when?"

"I'm afraid not." Uncle Ben watched him sink into his chair. "Here, I wanted to give you this." Peter turned and saw his uncle pull out a small picture from his shirt pocket and hold it out to him. "I found it while I was cleaning out the basement. I figured you should have it."

Peter took the photo and studied it. A small smile formed as he saw his parents standing behind him. Although he didn't remember much from his childhood, whatever he could was crystal clear. Most of them were happy, but there was one that always came back to haunt him. The day his parents left. "What I wanted to say all this time is please, Peter, no matter how much you look like your father, do not become him. He is my brother. I grew up with him and I saw a side that no one should ever have to deal with."

"What do you mean?"

"Your father believed that once you help one person, you help them all, but he believed revenge was the answer. I know it may not be the cool thing to do, but if that kid ever gives you trouble again, make sure you tell someone at that school. Otherwise, I may have to send your aunt." The two had a short laugh and soon led to silence. "Well, I better get to bed. I hope you have fun at OsCorp tomorrow."

"Good night, Uncle Ben."

"So, what exactly are we seeing here?"

"The splicing floor. I heard scientists are close to giving humans animal traits," Peter told.

"Why would someone want animal traits?"

"It's not like they're giving you a tail. It's more along the line of regeneration, curing diseases and those types of things."

Eddie laughed as he looked at the full height of OsCorp. From what he understood, this was the biggest lab in Queens, or even all of New York. He sighed and looked at the small pamphlet his teacher had given each of them when they exited the bus. He like science when he was the one doing it, not walking around and watching people do it. "Parker! I'm not finished from yesterday!"

The two turned to see Flash walking towards them. Eddie had to admit, the guy sure acted tough, but he wasn't stupid like most would think. "He doesn't give up, does he?"

Peter shook his head and waited for the man to get near. "I don't think we finished our little chat from yesterday."

"Leave him alone, Flash."

Flash glanced to the boy standing next to Peter. "Oh yeah? Who the hell are you?"

"You better listen to him, Flash." The three teens turned to see Gwen Stacy march her way and in between them. "I have had it with you! I'm done standing there and watching you torture him! You leave him alone or I will make sure my father finds out."

That's right, Peter thought, Gwen's father was the commissioner of the police department. Flash stood with his mouth hanging open. With a scuff, he turned and went to go hang with his friends. Gwen turned and looked at Peter. "I'm sorry. He's just so—"

"Infuriating?" Peter finished.

Gwen laughed and nodded. "Exactly. He didn't do anything, did he?"

"Nope, but you really didn't have to do that."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "I did. All these years I stood on the sidelines and watched you take it, and never once you stood up for yourself. I don't know whether you're brave or just incredibly stupid, but I like you, Peter Parker. You're a good guy."

Peter gave a sheepish smile, causing her to laugh once more. They locked eyes for a brief moment before their teacher began motioning them into the building. The students lined up single file and slowly made their way into the large facility. As each student walked through the door, they were handed a nametag and then moved into a large area. Gwen leaned over to Peter when one of the scientists began introducing himself as their guide. "You're going to love the splicing unit."

Peter then leaned over to her. "And how do you know that?"

"Just because I never talked to you doesn't mean I don't know anything about you. And because I work here."

"You work here?"

"Well, it's more of a shadow, but I get to see what everyone works on."

After a short introductory of the labs and of the few well-known scientists that worked here, the group was led up the stairs and straight to the splicing floor. Peter stood in awe at all of the technology he saw. "Hey, what do you say we ditch the crowd?"

Peter glanced up at Eddie, trying to figure out if he was serious. He looked and saw the guide in the very front showing a presentation on the common lab rat, or in this case, the uncommon lab rat. The two rats on this floor only had three legs and were being saved for when a regeneration serum is made. He didn't care about the rats, what he really wanted to see was what was behind the scenes. "Let's go."

The two quickly slip away from the rest of the group and began looking around. Peter watched the scientist work at their stations as they passed by each area. He suddenly stopped when he saw Eddie walk through a small door. "Eddie, I don't think you can go back there."

Eddie looked and around and laughed. "I don't see a 'Do not enter' or an 'Employees only' sign, do you?"

He had a point there. Even private building hung signs like that, right? Peter followed his friend through the door and found himself stopping dead in his tracks once again. In the middle of the room sat a canister that read, 'Serum A', in bold letters. But it wasn't the serum that had caught his attention. Instead, the small room at the other end that glowed a dull blue, made him curious. He found himself in a trance as he inched into the room. Small, glass containers lined the wall. Peter squinted as he studied each container. A unique spider was housed in each, along with its name and a small description. When he reached the end of the row, Peter noticed the container was empty. He searched again to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, but found it empty again. Must be out for testing, he thought.

Eddie found himself being drawn to the canister. He stood in front of it and looked around. There was no one else in the room expect Peter, so a little look wouldn't hurt. His fingers cautiously wrapped around the metal can and brought it closer. There were no labels, no warnings, just Serum A. "What is this?"

Eddie gave the can a shake, trying to listen to what was inside. It was some type of thick liquid. He shook it once more, only this time he heard a small clicking sound. His eyes shot open when the nozzle on top flew off and began spraying the liquid all over him. Eddie panicked and quickly threw the can and began wiping the serum off of his face.

Peter spun around when he heard a loud clang from the other room. He scurried around the corner and searched only to see the canister rolling on the floor. "Eddie?"

Peter looked around. He left me here, was his first thought. Dragged him away from the group and then abandoned him. With his luck, security or someone would find him. With a long sigh, he ran his hand through his hair when a sharp, burning pain erupted from his hand. Peter retracted his hand quickly and saw a small spider fall from his hand and crawled away. He stared at his hand, a lump already to form and ran out of the room, going to catch up with his classmates. Lucky for him, the group was where they were when he had left. "And that concludes this part of the presentation. You will have a fifteen minute break in the lunchroom and we'll continue after there."

Peter didn't waste any time. Once dismissed, he hurried down the stairs and into the break room. He grabbed a bottle of water and threw himself into one of the far chairs and cradled his head in his hands. "Hey, are you okay? You booked it out of there."

Raising his head he looked at Gwen and gave a short laugh. He quickly grabbed his bottle of water when he suddenly felt nauseous. His hands were beginning to shake and a cold sweat started to form on his forehead. Concern flashed over Gwen's face. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Peter, what's wrong?"

His heart began to race and his vision swam for a split second. Pushing Gwen out of the way, he quickly covered his mouth and ran out of the building.

This was one of the only times he was glad his aunt and uncle were both out of the house. The sickly teen stumbled into his house and quickly climbed the steps and collapsed onto his bed. He jammed his eyes shut and grunted in pain with each passing second. Peter felt his muscles twitch all over his body, and at one point it was almost difficult to breathe properly. His eyes rolled to his side when he heard his phone start to ring, showing an unknown number on the screen.

That was the last thing he saw before everything went black.