Disclaimer: If I owned either Spider-Man OR Back to the Future, well, then there wouldn't be any reason for me to write a fanfic now, would there?
The DeLorean, with Marty inside, suddenly materialized. Somewhat dazed, Marty blinked in confusion, and looked around. He knew that he was in New York, in the year 2002.
It didn't really look all that different from Hill Valley, except probably with more tall buildings around, and a LOT more cars. There were a lot of people around, it was a miracle nobody had seen him. Marty didn't dare try to teleport again right here. Not like he could, anyway, Doc had said that the emergency transport button could only be used every few hours.
So, with no other option, Marty started up the DeLorean (the keys were inside), and started cruising along slowly in the long line of cars.
"So, this is New York, 2002." Marty observed. "It's-busy." He finally managed to get out of the line of cars, and cruised around, looking for an isolated place where he could start up the DeLorean, and go back to Hill Valley, 1985.
Easier said than done, he soon realized. He guessed that people in 2002, or, at least in New York, must be really good at multiplying, since there were people everywhere.
Finally, he gave up, and parked the DeLorean near the curb.
"Now what?" he asked out loud. He looked out the window-and did a double take.
Right outside, there was a large, impressive-looking stone building. It seemed to be a laboratory of some sort, and there were a bunch of teenagers, all about Marty's age, spilling in. He guessed they must be there on a class trip.
He waited until the last few had gone in, then came out of the DeLorean, taking the keys with him.
Why not? He mentally asked himself as he climbed up the stairs. It could be cool. Besides, it's not like I have anything else to do right now.
Reaching inside, he started strolling around, trying to go unnoticed. Some of the stuff they had there was pretty cool. There was an electron microscope, and some kind of ray gun. A woman, who Marty guessed worked there, was giving some kind of lecture about spiders, but Marty didn't pay much attention to that. Frankly, he didn't care much for spiders.
After a while, the woman and all the students left. Well, all, that is, except for two. There was a nerdy-looking boy with brown hair and glasses, and an attractive, redheaded girl wearing a green jacket, purple shirt, and headband.
The boy started talking to the girl, something about taking pictures of her. Marty couldn't help but smile as he watched them. The boy must've had a serious crush on the girl; Marty could see the way he looked at her even from where he was standing.
Kind of reminds me of Jennifer and me. He thought to himself. He then noticed something dangling above the boy. A spider.
"Hey kid!" he shouted out before he could stop himself. "Above you!" The nerd, hearing Marty's yells, looked above him, and saw the spider dangling down to him. Letting out a surprised cry, he batted the spider away.
"Thanks." He said to Marty.
"No problem." Marty said.
"Well, come on Peter, let's go." The girl said. "The others must be way ahead of us by now." Marty watched as they left, unaware that the same spider he had warned Peter of was now crawling up his pant leg. He guessed he had wasted enough time in this day and age (literally). Turning, he started to leave the museum.
Then, just as he was out the door, he felt a sharp bite on his hand.
"Ow!" Marty said. He looked down at his hand, and saw the same spider on it. Disgusted and horrified, Marty brushed the spider away with his other hand, and looked down at the place where the spider bit. It left a big white sore on the back of his hand. Marty was suddenly worried, what if its fangs were poisonous?
"I've got to get back home!" he said breathlessly.
AN: Oooh-the plot thickens! Review, please!
