Author's Note: HEY! Welcome back (if you're reading chapter 2). I just wanted to thank those of you who have subscribed and added this story to your favorites. I promise that you will not be disappointed. Off to a bit more about me, as i may be doing these at the start of the chapter just so that you get a sense of who I am, My lifetime role model is the great Stan Lee. Spider-Man is an amazing and very personal character that has made a big difference in my life. I love all of Stan's different heroes, but Spidey is of coarse my favorite. And yes Stan, i agree with you that the person who thought of the idea is the master of that idea, not the one who drew it and brought it to life.

Anyway, Thanks again for following this story you guys. I hope to have more. I'd appreciate it even more if i got reviews and i love hearing all of the ideas that people offer me. i'm the type of guy that'll write upon any request. This chapter is a bit longer than chapter one, i hope you don't mind. Anyway, without any further delay, i give you Chapter Two of Spider-Man: The Ties That Bind Us. Enjoy it, Web-heads! EXCELSIOR!

Chapter Two: Welcome to Oscorp

This… isn't exactly how I wanted my day to start out. Spider-Man thought to himself as he was clutched in the large, reptilian hands of The Lizard. The call came in about an hour ago about a giant crocodile roaming the streets of New York. He fled, but Spidey knew exactly where The Lizard was headed. The sewers. YUCK!

"So, Connors. I see you've been… ugh… keeping up with your hygiene." Spidey said as The Lizard hissed.

"Parker. Why have you followed me down here!" The Lizard shouted.

"A giant lizard running through Manhattan isn't exactly the most common of 911 calls, genius." The Lizard roared and threw the web-head against the wall, forcing it the crack. Spider-Man got up and shot a web into The Lizards face, forcing him to fall back into the water. He jumped on the wall and started rushing away, but Spidey caught him by the tail with his web… and that was his first mistake.

"Haha, got you now you- WHOA!" The Lizard swung his mighty tail, swinging Spider-Man around and making him fall in the water. The webbing disintegrated slowly and the Lizard turned, a smile creeping across his face.

"I could kill you right here, right now. Just leave me be, Spider." Lizard said. It seemed like he was trying to avoid conflict… like he was trying to get somewhere in a hurry. That couldn't be good. Spider-Man jumped out of the water and onto Lizard's back. As the Lizard rummaged from side to side, Spidey kept punching and punching him. Suddenly, the Lizard wrapped his tail around Spider-Man, squeezing him tightly, and ramming him into the ground.

"AAAAAHHH!" Spidey shouted. It felt like his left arm had just broken. Nevertheless, he rolled to a stand and let out a barrage of web ball attacks at the Lizard's face. He fell back and that's when Spider-Man jumped to the ceiling and covered the Lizard in enough web to keep him still for days. He struggled, but after a strong punch from Spidey's right hook, The Lizard went limp and slowly formed back into Dr. Connors.

"Connors… How did you get out of that mental institution?" Peter asked himself as he removed some of the webbing and threw Connor onto his shoulder. He winced in pain at his left arm; it was probably a sprain… a really bad sprain.

Spidey hopped out of the sewers where the cops waited for the villain to be apprehended. When they caught a whiff of the web-head's stench from the sewers, they all backed away in disgust.

"What? Is it something I… oh." Spidey said as he realized how horrible he smelled. He left Connors on the hood of one of the cop cars and shot a web to the skyscrapers above. It was only a few minutes to his house, but he would have to be quick about it. His appointment with Norman Osborn of the world famous Oscorp was in just an hour.

Oh god I hope Aunt May isn't-

"Good lord, Peter Parker! What is that… HORRID stench!" Great… Peter slapped his forehead and then locked the house door behind him. May walked over to him with a horrible, disgusted expression on her face.

"Um… Me and some friends were… playing football?" he managed an excuse out of nowhere. There was a long period of awkward silence and looks up and down from May. Finally, she gave in, whether the smell was too bad for her or she just had no idea what to believe, she left it at that.

Peter ran upstairs and threw his clothes in the washing machine, being sure to lock the laundry room door in case Aunt May wanted to open it and ended up finding his Spider-Man suit. While that was washing, Peter rushed into his shower, scrubbing every nook and cranny to relieve the stench from his body. After a half hour, he finally was out and felt refreshed. He threw on a dress shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers and rushed to Oscorp.

Norman Osborn was an extraordinary scientist who ran Oscorp, a technologically advanced corporation that's dedicated to the study of science and using next gen technology in the current gen world. Their building is the second tallest in all of New York, only bested by Tony Stark… of course.

"Mr. Osborn. We've completed the calibrations for the G-106 project. When you've got the time, we've left the statistics on your office desk. Oh, and Dr. Smythe would like to meet with you in an hour to in his office." A fellow scientist informed Norman. He nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Kingsly. Your hard word is appreciated." Norman said, dismissing the scientist. Kingsly turned and resumed whatever it was he was working on. A moment later, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, walked into the room. He definitely stood out, wearing a pair of brown cargoes, black sweater vest, green shirt, and a pair of black shoes instead of the suit his father wore or the lab coats everyone else wore. But he was no scientist and certainly was not the man who ran things, so he saw no point in dressing up.

"Ah, Harry. At least you have graced us with your presence." Norman said, looking at his son with a disappointing look. Harry sighed and walked at his father's side down to the main lobby, where the newest intern would be waiting for them. Peter Parker.

"Now, I want you to pay attention to everything that goes on when I give this young man the grand tour. This will be your company someday." Norman Osborn said. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I know dad. I'll pay attention." He said, thrusting his hands into his pockets. They spotted the intern just walking in now, and Normal raised his hand so he could see them. Peter jerked his head up in acknowledgement and then jogged across the main lobby to where they stood.

"Well don't you look spiffy? Good start, young man. Appearance is the first step to success." Norman said. Peter nodded, fixing the bag on his right shoulder instead so that he wouldn't feel the pain from his sprained left one. Suddenly, Peter got a sense that danger was close by.

Whoa, my Spidey Senses are tingling. Something's off here… Peter thought. A moment later, a man in a black hoody bumped into his left shoulder without even turning to apologize.

GAAAHHHH! Good god, why! WHY! Peter kept the pain in his head, trying his best not to show it.

"T-Thanks Mr. Osborn. And thanks again for this opportunity to intern with you. It's… it's kind of a dream come true for me." Peter said. He was a bit embarrassed admitting it, but he always talked a lot whenever he was nervous. Norman laughed and patted Pete's left shoulder, unaware that it was sprained.

! SWEET MOTHER OF-

"Good, good. Very good indeed. Well, let's be on our way then. I want to give you the grand tour, personally. Oh, before I forget. This here is my son Harry. Harry, this is Peter Parker, Midtown's best and brightest student." He said. Harry smiled and shook Peter's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. Guess you're into all this science stuff." Harry said. Peter nodded.

"You could learn a thing or ten from Mr. Parker, Harry. Anyway, let me take you to where the action happens." Norman said. Peter followed the two into the large, elevator that led to the labs upstairs. It was a high quality, very intricate elevator that was surrounded by glass so that you could see every floor you were passing.

Peter's mouth was open in awe as he saw the amazing tech that was held on every floor. Prosthetics, plans for effective fuel transitions, robots of all kinds, medical advancements.

"Wow, this is crazy Mr. Osborn." Peter said.

"And it gets crazier."

The elevator doors opened and they arrived at their destination. This was just the first floor of Norman's department of technology. All around were scientists working on such amazing technological innovations. Immediately, one of them ran to Norman, seeming to be concerned with something.

"Um. Mr. Osborn. I wanted to talk to you about the side-"

"Not now. I'm with a guest." Norman said, holding an authorities hand up. The man nodded and then went back to whatever it was that he was doing. Norman proceeded with Harry and Peter close behind. Norman led them to a room where they were currently testing out a new exoskeleton for the military. Through the bulletproof glass to the side was an army green exoskeleton that defines the muscles and other details of the body it would be encased in.

"3…2…1… fire" said the tester in the room. Immediately, a barrage of gunfire and flames tore through the suit. Or… tried to. When the smoke cleared, there was no sign of damage whatsoever on the suit, not even the slightest dent or tear.

"Wow, that's incredible. How did you get it to be so durable as well as portable. Metal would be too heavy for actual combat and even then, there would be dents and scratches. And no other material can really take that much hurt." Peter pointed out. Norman smiled, impressed with the boys curiosity.

"Correct. That is why we here as Oscorp have developed a new type of material. A sort of… second skin if you will. With the help of my partner, Alistair Smythe, we have been able to integrate Nanotechnology as well as organic fabrications to create what we call The Goblin suit." Norman said. Peter's brows furrowed.

"Why the 'Goblin' suit?"

"Because it's green." Norman said. Simple and clean. Norman led Peter and Harry to the next room where others were working on less technological things and more chemical orientated projects.

"In here is where we are working on an experimental drug, G-106, a temporary name for now. It will revolutionize modern medicine."

"How so?" Peter asked. He looked over to Harry; he was looking at the beaker of green fluid on top of one the work tables. It was green and moved with the density of water. Peter could only assume that this was the G-106 serum that Mr. Osborn was talking about.

"It has the capabilities of curing wounds quickly, enhancing your speed, agility, reaction time, strength, mental functions. We're hoping that once it is refined and tested, we can ship it out to hospitals. Imagine, a man paralyzed from a lifetime of war… finally being able to walk again. You see, this is my goal in life Mr. Parker. This is what I live for. I want to see the world in the brightest of all lights. I want to make a difference, change a life. I want to make this world a better place." Norman said.

"Yeah. My father has this saying. How does it go, dad?" Harry asked. Norman smiled, raising his hand.

"Haha. It's… You cannot escape the responsibilities of tomorrow by evading it today."

"Abraham Lincoln. Very nice." Peter commented. Norman smiled and threw his arm around Peter.

"Ah Peter, you're already making your way to my list, a very good list to be on. Harry, you could learn from this boy. Why don't you two hang out, maybe tutor him in the ways of science. Harry gave his father a dirty look, but then gave Peter a friendly smile.

"Sure, it would be cool. We go to different schools but I'm sure we could meet up sometime. Like my father said, I could really use help in my sciences." Harry said. Peter nodded, about to speak… but then he felt the same sense of danger as before.

Spider Senses again… what the heck is going on around here? It didn't take long for Peter's question to be answered. Standing in the elevator was the hooded man who had knocked into Peter downstairs. He removed his hood, revealing a bald head with what seemed to be a number of scars on his forehead that traces all the way to the back of his head. Everything from his nose down was covered in a strange black and dark green armor… and so was the large, scorpion-like tail the crawled out from behind him.

"What… is that?" Harry asked aloud. Norman grabbed Peter and Harry and pushed them to the side.

"Get out of here, now! It's too dangerous!" Norman shouted. Suddenly, the tailed man screamed in anger, swiping his tail across the room and cutting everything in sight without any sort of strain. Then he dashed forward into Norman Osborn, spilling the G-106 chemicals all over his face and clothes.

"Who the hell are you!" Norman shouted, coughing from swallowing some of the serum. The man brought the edged tail to Norman's face, hissing slightly as he did it.

"You don't remember me, Osborn? I'm your dirty… little… secret… I was the man who's life YOU RUINED!" He shouted. Norman grunted in disgust. The man's pale face looked like there were green veins popping from near his dark, devilish green eyes. He was slim, but packed enough muscle to be called fit. And the suit added on to those characteristics. He was a true monster.

"Peter, we've got to do something! My dad's gonna get killed! Peter…? Peter…?" Harry called out quietly, but Peter had vanished.

"Crap!"

"Get it off of me… Get it off of me! Get. IT. OFF!" He shouted. Suddenly, a sticky white substance shot onto his face… (Oh come on, get your mind out of the gutter.) When Norman and the attacker looked up, Spider-Man was there, his red and blue a blessing to those in the office.

"Whoa there pal, if you wanna get that close…" Spidey kicked off the wall and punched the attacker hard in the jaw, forcing him back and over the work tables.

"You should at least buy him dinner first." Spidey said, landing crouched beside Norman. He zipped his web out to the towel on one of the nearby tables and handed it to him. Norman nodded in acknowledgement and got up, rushing to where he pushed Peter and Harry. Meanwhile, the attacker stood up, hunching over as his tail rose higher, touching the ceiling and ripping it as it slowly moved toward Spider-Man.

"You wanna watch where you're pointing that thing buddy?" Spidey asked. A second later, the tail dashed forward with incredible speed. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five times. And then a sixth. If it wasn't for Spider Sense, Spider-Man would have been toast. Luckily, he dodged every attempt, and landed and nice web ball to the face and knee kick to the stomach on the attacker.

"I guess I know what to call you, The Scorpion!" Spidey said. The Scorpion roared and then the curved blade of his tail began to glow a red color.

Spider sense is going off the charts. What the heck is that! Just then, a laser shot out from Scorpion's tail and damn near went right through Spider-Man's chest. It was a good thing that by the time the laser fired, Spidey had already web-zipped to the ceiling and jumped onto the Scorpion's tail. He swung it in all directions, trying to get the spider off of him.

"Yeeeeee Haaaaaaawww!" Spidey shouted in excitement. Before the Scorpion could do anymore damage, Spidey web grabbed him from the back and kicked him out of the Oscorp window... where they proceeded to fall from just a few floors below the top. It would be a long fall down…

"I WILL KILL YOU, SPIDER-MAN! YOU WILL DIE!" Scorpion shouted, swinging his tail wildly. It forced him to twirl in the air, not being able to control any of his movement. All the armor and that extra umm… limb made him unresponsive in the air. Disadvantage for him, but not for the web-head. He brought his arms to the side and sped like a bullet towards Scorpion. His left shoulder rammed into the Scorpions gut, and they both yelled out in pain.

"JESUS, WHY IS EVERYONE SO HARD!" Spidey shouted. He threw his arms out and kicked The Scorpion, forcing him into a constant spiral. During that spiral, webbing encased him. Once his arms, legs, and tail were secure, Spider-Man web zipped onto Scorpion and let loose what looked like a hundred and one punches before he finally shot out a bunch of webs to the surrounding buildings to stop their fall.

"And that's it for today folks. Feel free to knock this piñata around before the police wrack him up. Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!" Spidey shouted out loud, bowing to the people of the citizen who watched him in awe. Only when he looked again, there was really only a few people, and they were more interested in the thing tied up in the Web than the man who spun it.

"Oooook then, guess I should get back to Oscorp."

"Dad, are you alright?" Harry asked, helping his father sit right in his chair. His hands felt weak and his face was a bit warmer than usual. There was also a burning sensation in the back of his throat.

"Yes, Harry. I am fine. Where is Peter?" Norman asked. His question was answered when he heard the nervous voice of the teenage boy.

"O-o-over here, Mr. Osborn. Sorry, I thought that if I got further away I could maybe call for help. But I guess Spider-Man came just in time." Pete said. His eyes opened wide when he saw Norman's usually light skin burnt a bit to a red tint.

"Are you okay, Mr-"

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM FINE!" he shouted, banging his fist on the desk. An instant later he slid his hair back and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry Peter I just… we've lost a lot of work today. A lot of hard work. Years of experimentation and development. At least we have the few back-up vials in my personal lab." Norman said. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, dialing the number for agents and insurance to fix up this mess. He looked over to Peter who was checking a text from his phone.

"Um, you can go ahead home Peter. I'll let you know when you can come in. You've had one hell of a first day. Harry, would you escort Mr. Parker to the front lobby?" Norman asked. Harry nodded, walking with Peter back to the elevator. The amount of destruction made Peter and Harry wince at the same time.

"Well, that was unexpected." Harry said, clicking the first floor button for the elevator they entered.

"Ha, you can say that again. Who was that guy anyway? He seemed to know your dad." Peter asked. Harry didn't answer, only leaning against the elevator wall. It came to a stop, and then an older looking man walked in. He was bald at the top but had grey hair circling around the back of his head. On his face we rectangular glasses, and his uniform looked a bit different than the others. He had some sort of weird tech hanging from around his neck. It looked like a laptop mixed with other accessories. He looked harmless enough, and it seemed he was going to the first floor as well.

"Um, I don't know anything about it. Anyway, at least everybody's safe." Harry said, swiping his brown hair back. Peter nodded, even though he knew that Harry was keeping something from him. He took out his phone and looked at the message from Gwen once again. Peter, I'm at your house. Aunt May invited me over to help her cook, so I'll see you when you get home. By the way, I've got a surprise for you. Smiley face, x o x o. Interesting… Gwen Stacy is in my house… cooking with Aunt May. This can't be good. I hope she doesn't break out the baby pictures.

"Aunt May, I'm home!" Peter shouted as he walked in the house. When he turned the corner, he saw his Aunt and his girlfriend looking at the giant, forbidden photo album.

"And this is when he took a big one so bad that we had to toss him in the tub right away. Ha, look at his little winky!"

"AAAH, AUNT MAY! WEEEEE Can put this way now nothing to see here nope nope nope come on Gwen let's go upstairs please please please erase all that you saw from your mind at this very moment r-r-right now please." Peter spoke faster than she could fully understand, half because of the speed and half because she was still laughing at Peter Parker as a little baby with poop all over himself. He dragged her upstairs and waited six minutes until she stopped laughing.

"Ok, ok. I'm good now. Soooo… how was the first day working with Mr. Osborn?" Gwen asked, twisting her fingers with Peter's. He shook his head and sighed as she slithered her way into his arms and kissed his neck gently. He giggled slightly as she breathed in and out, feeling it on his skin.

"Well, I certainly made a good impression. Unfortunately, I couldn't really get that much of a head start because of some wacko who attacked Mr. Osborn." Peter said. Gwen pushed away slightly to look Peter in the eye.

"Someone tried to attack Norman Osborn? Were they… on crack or something? Why would they do that?" Gwen asked. Peter shrugged his shoulders, then felt immense pain when he did.

"OUCH!" he shouted. Gwen jumped back, but then came back and felt his shoulder gently.

"Oh my god, are you hurt?" Gwen asked. Peter shook his head, sitting on his bed as she sat on his lap.

"Nah, it's just a sprain I think. The Lizard can be one tough cookie when he wants to be." Peter said, wincing in pain once again. Gwen smiled and then started to unbutton his shirt slowly.

"Two baddies in one day. You're on fire, bug boy." She said. Peter laughed at how she continuously called him bug boy… but then went silent as he looked into her amazing eyes. His shirt was off now and he only had a beater on underneath. Gwen slid her fingers across his bruised skin and sighed.

"I don't like seeing you like this." She said as she felt the swollen area of his left shoulder. Peter laughed a bit.

"Shirtless?"

"No. Hurt. I can deal with shirtless." She said matter-of-factly. Peter smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh you can?" he teased. She was an inch away from his face and they gently lowered themselves to the bed.

"Oh yea I can." Gwen finished, bringing her lips onto his. Both of their hearts skipped a beat, and they ran out of breath quickly… but none of that stopped them. Peter let his hands wander, and allowed them to trail up her back and around her sides. She fixed herself so that she could kiss him more comfortably, and now her legs cocooned over him. She could feel him getting more and more excited, and started kissing on his neck. That's when Aunt May called up.

"Peter, Gwen! Dinner is ready!" Gwen got up and sighed with a wide smile on her face.

"We'll be right down!" Gwen called out.

"I don't want any hanky panky up there, I'm too young to have a nephew!" Aunt May teased. Gwen and Peter laughed and got up from the bed. Peter grabbed a casual blue t-shirt and then grabbed Gwen's hand, walking downstairs with her to eat. But before they walked down, they made sure to share one last kiss.

"Humph, you are something else, Pete." She said. Peter laughed, looking down at his hands.

"You're telling me."