Author's Notes:
Hey, this is Keiya992! And this is my 3rd fanfiction, Spider-Man the series. This series will last for 7 parts. Well, this is chapter 3 of part 1, enjoy! The series might not somehow be the same as the original. I might change certain parts and keep certain parts.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Spider-Man. They rightfully belong to Stan Lee and Marvel.
Story:
Left without any parents at a young age, Peter Parker lives with his beloved Uncle Ben and Aunt May in Queens, New York. Leading a normal life as a High School Student and working as a part-time photographer for the Daily Bugle, Peter will soon face the greatest change in his life after being bitten by a genetically-altered spider…
For Reviewers:
Spiderswing432 - Hey! Thanks for the review! Well, this story is in both the comics and movie universe which means i'm taking details and ideas from both comics and movies!
Spider-Man: Origin
Chapter 3: Origins (Part 3)
In schoolStraight after the 1st lesson, Peter went out to find Harry. "Hey," He walked up.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" Harry turned around and smiled.
"I err…Could you lend me some money?" He went straight to it.
"Yeah sure… What do you need them for?" Harry frowned. Peter hid his expression and smiled.
"You know… the science fair. We need some funds and stuff." He nodded as Harry thought over it for a second. "Well?"
"How much do you need?"
"Five thousand." Peter replied. Harry was shocked and confused.
"… Five thousand?" He gulped. He smiled and chuckled. Then he looked back and forth and stuck out his tongue. "What's going on?"
"Well… We're just going broke I guess…" He smiled.
Harry smirked. "Pete… Sorry I can't. I'm sorry." He swung his hands backwards. "That's too much, I can't get it."
Peter felt disappointed. "…Nah, its okay." He walked away slowly. "I'm fine." And now, he has to find some other ways to get the sum of money.
-- -- --
After school…Peter ran out of his classroom, hoping to find a way to make money in the shortest time. Just as he went out of the school gates, someone called out to him. He turned.
"Oh, MJ!" He smiled, still thinking in his head.
The red-head grinned and walked with Peter. "So how's your day?"
"Fine," Peter grinned. "You?"
"Mine's good too." She nodded. "For now I guess…"
"Hey, cheer up!" Peter said. "Always think on the bright side."
"Well… I'm trying." She murmured. "Anyway, I just got a part-time job. So at least I can take a break from all the problems while working."
"That's good." He stared. "That's… Brilliant!"
"What's wrong?" MJ chuckled. Peter shook and smiled.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you have any jobs you could introduce to me," The nerd was high with hopes.
The red-head pondered. "Well… not really. Still, you can always check the papers for jobs!"
"… Okay," The nerd thought for a moment. "Thanks, I better get going!" He started running. "Good luck at work!" MJ gave a silly frown and giggled at the nerd as she bade goodbye.
As Peter ran, he saw a nearby stand and stopped before it. He ordered different newspapers and went home as fast as possible.
Back at home…A loud crash could be heard at the main door and Uncle Ben went out to check. "My goodness! What has gotten into you?" He stood frozen on the spot.
"Hey Uncle Ben…" The nerd got on his feet with stacks of newspapers all on the carpet. "I err… need them for projects!" He smiled. Uncle Ben sweated and sighed.
"Just don't stay up all night trying to finish all that." He went back to the kitchen.
"Yeah sure!" He picked the papers up and hurried back to his room. Again and again, sounds of papers dropping on the floor could be heard. Uncle Ben continued with his bowl of cereals while Aunt May washed the dishes.
"What is going on?" She laughed.
"Well, teenagers nowadays…" He sighed. "You will never know what they are up to."
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Peter threw the stack of newspaper on his bed as he dropped on the floor on his butt and took deep breaths. "Phew… that was tough…" Then, he took a seat before his computer and flipped through the papers. He never stopped and continued running through the papers thoroughly. Then, as he threw 4 stacks of papers away, he sighed. "This is tiring…"
He stared at the papers on his bed that was pretty far away from him that he had to stretch further to reach. All of a sudden, his fingers bent a little and something shot out from his wrist and onto the papers. Freaked out, Peter pulled back and the papers flew towards his face and he fell down. "Whoa!" he cried, followed by a loud bang.
"Peter, are you okay?" Aunt May asked out of concern as she headed up the stairs.
He got up again as he stared at the papers, attached onto his palm. "Yeah…I'm fine." Aunt May heaved a sigh of relief as she went back into the kitchen. Peter stood up slowly as he placed his palm facing downwards. The papers slowly lowered down with small nearly invisible silk-like substance could be seen stretching downwards. "Whoa…"
He stood up in a hurry as he pulled the papers off and realized the sticky substance was actually web. "I can shoot webs?" He stared at his wrist and noticed a small opening that seemed to look like a scar. "This is getting wild." He swung his hand and the web hit the television button and the television went on. Then, he tried shooting again but the web didn't come out. "That's strange…"
Peter stood up, and selected a target. He scanned around and saw a poster on the wall. It was a poster of a male model in his underwear. He smiled as he pointed his right hand towards the poster. Then, he did many different patterns. First, he did a good hand-sign. "Holly up!"
He bent his little finger and ring finger. "Go, go!"
He did a gun with his hand. "Bang web!"
He pointed a middle finger. "No! Not this one!" He quickly hid his hand. "Sorry."
Then, he bent his middle finger and ring finger. Something shot out of a sudden and it hit the underwear. Peter stared again at his wrist and the poster back and forth. "I think I've got it."
"I am Crusher Hogan! Anyone who think that he is capable of crushing me, you're welcome into the ring!" Peter turned as he saw a wrestler on TV. "I am Crusher Hogan!!"
"You heard him! Competitors are welcome to come into the ring and face Crusher Hogan and walk away with Five… Thousand… Dollars!" The host said on TV.
"…Wrestling…" He thought for a second. He quickly left his room and into the kitchen. "Uncle Ben!"
"Peter?" The old man looked up with his old specs.
"I'm just wondering… will you be going to the wrestling arena any time this week?" Peter asked.
"Well… Yeah this coming Sunday" Uncle Ben answered. "Why?"
"I'm wondering if you could bring me along?" Peter said.
"Yeah… I suppose I could…" Uncle Ben raised an eyebrow.
"Great! Thanks Uncle Ben!" The boy hurried up the stairs, leaving Uncle Ben in a daze.
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OscorpThe man sat before the huge windows that showed the view of the city. He was frustrated with his company's loss after the failed experiment. Then came a knock at his door. "Come in," Norman said.
A man wearing sunglasses walked into the office as he carried a suitcase. "Good afternoon, Professor Osborn." Feeling surprised, Norman turned around and stood up in a hurry. "I am an agent from the military and I'm here to discuss a confidential case with you."
"From the military…" Norman wondered to himself as he asked of the agent to sit. "Well… what is it?"
"The military is thinking of training a new batch of highly-trained commandos that will possess supreme physical fitness and of course, high-tech weapons." The agent explained. "And we need your help."
"Me?" Norman frowned. "I hope you do know that---"
"Oscorp is going broke because of the previous experiment that failed, resulting in the stop of all sponsorships for the company. And of course, all contracts have been cancelled." The agent smiled. Norman nodded. "Despite all that we have chosen you, Professor Osborn, to help us because you are a promising scientist."
"…Why thank you," Norman smiled. "But we don't have the enough funds—"
The agent opened his suitcase with a check in it. "This should be enough and in return, the rest of the money along with five hundred thousand dollars would be transferred to your company's funds…"
Norman stared. Slowly, he looked up and smiled. "That's a deal then." Then, the 2 of them exchanged smiles…
-- -- --
At night, back at Peter's house…"Rule one, every wrestler needs an identity…" Peter read. "…Identity?" He looked around and took out a comic book on superheroes. "No way am I gonna put an underwear on the outside!"
He tried and recalled the many changes that occurred to his body. "Physical fitness… Clinging onto walls… Leaping ability… Great reflexes… perfect eyesight… and web…" He smiled. "That's gotta be a spider!"
Soon enough he took out several pieces of plain paper and colored markers. "Here I go… S-pi-der…" He though for a moment, "Spider-Boy!" Then he continued reading the book. "Rule two, every wrestler needs a mask and a great costume…"
He then thought for a moment and started sketching his costume on the papers. "Webs… there…" He continued for hours and hours, throwing away several designs that seemed too exposing or childish. Then finally he was done. "And here needs a whole form my web." He stretched himself. "Done!"
Lying on the table was a paper with a costume design on it. The mask was red with huge eyes and black lines representing webs. The costume was filled with designs of webs, red and blue color. And the best of it, there was no underwear.
He smiled. "Alright, time for the costume-making."
-- -- --
Sunday Night"Peter, I'm sorry but you have to go to the match on your own." Uncle Ben apologized. "I need to head for work, that's the only way to keep the job."
The boy came out from the cab, carrying a bag with his costume inside. Then, he went into the building and head straight to the counter. "Excuse me uh… I'm registering for the competition against Crusher Hogan." He smiled.
There was a lady at the counter who stared at Peter. She chuckled as she pointed her pen at Peter. "Fill up this form alright," She continued watching Peter. "And kid, you might want to think twice before even entering the changing room. You might die out there… I can assure that."
"I just need the sum of money and I assure you, I won't die." Peter smiled.
"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." She sighed. Then Peter handed the form to the lady and left for the changing room. "Man, kids nowadays do really stupid things for money…" She laughed.
-- -- --
Minutes before the match"Alright everyone! It's the moment we've been waiting for! Our new challenger for Crusher Hogan!" The host said as the crowd cheered. Then, he whispered to Peter who was behind the entrance. "Kid, what's your name?"
"Spider-Boy." Peter answered.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we have the amazing Spider-Man with us!" Then, Peter came out from the entrance with the crowds all staring at him.
"Hey! I said the Spider---" Before Peter could continue, the host pushed him towards the ring. Peter looked up in irritation as he saw a shadow casting over him. That was a giant figure reaching out to him and pulling him into the ring. "Whoa!" He was threw into the ring. Peter could hear many people throwing their food towards him and yelling for him to get down the ring.
"So, you're a freaking skinny ass…" Crusher Hogan laughed.
"…Hey, what skinny ass?" Peter smirked. Then, the wrestler ran towards Peter as the boy jumped onto the other side, leaving the big guy to bang into the post and fell onto the ground. "Oops…" Peter watched.
"Oh, Skinny ass sure is something to let our Crusher Hogan hit the post!" The host commented.
"I'm gonna kick your ass flat!" The big guy got up and caught hold of Peter's arm. Soon enough, he held the boy up and threw him on the ground. Peter fell flat and yelled in pain. The crowd gave disgusted looks as they watched.
"Ouch…" Peter got up. "Hey, chill man, I'm just here to---" Crusher Hogan ram Peter and the boy flew out of the ring. "Whoa!" Peter hit the floor dead hard.
"Guess it's the end for our new challenger!" The host laughed.
"Skinny ass goes down!" Crusher Hogan climbed up the ropes and decided to jump onto Peter. The crowd got all excited as they watched. Peter on the other hand, was stunned.
The big guy jumped from the ropes but Peter, with his good reflexes, did a leap to the front and climbed onto the ropes. "That's some major come back alright!" The host said.
"Coming up!" Peter climbed the ropes. He winked at Crusher Hogan who was still in pain from hitting the ground flat. "Going down!" Peter jumped and elbowed the wrestler.
Crusher Hogan blacked out as Peter stood up in a heroic manner.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We have a new champion tonight!" The host held up Peter's hand as the crowd cheered.
-- -- --
Peter walked up to a man who was counting the money. Still having his mask on, the boy asked for his reward. The man looked up and gave three thousand dollars to Peter. "Hey, I thought it was five thousand dollars?"
"Kid, just take the money and go." The man said angrily.
"I'm not going until I get my money." Peter gritted.
"Listen kid. Right now, I don't have enough money. So it's either you come back again tomorrow or I'm gonna kick you skinny ass out of here." The man hissed.
"Fine, I will come back tomorrow." Peter snarled as he stomped back home.
-- -- --
Back homeFeeling tired, Peter rested on the bed throwing his bag of costume on the floor. Then, as he looked out of the window, he noticed Gwen just passing by opposite his side of the road. "The money…" Peter took the money and left his house to see Gwen.
"Hey!" He called out. The blonde turned around as she soon saw the boy.
"Hey Peter!" She smiled. Peter smiled back too.
"I just wanted to pass you this." He handed the money over to Gwen. The blonde was shocked.
"Peter, I can't take this." She said. Peter pushed the money back to her.
"You need the money." He replied. "Just pay up and get away from those guys."
Gwen looked at the money and went teary. "I don't know what to say… Thank you…" Peter smiled.
"It's okay. But that's only there thousand dollars, and that's not enough to pay off your debt." The boy sighed. "I will get the rest tomorrow."
"No, it's okay." Gwen smiled. "I managed to get my hands on two thousand dollars from my father. I can pay up already."
"That's great." Peter smiled.
"Well, I gotta go." Gwen said. Then, the two of them smiled as Peter stroll back home, feeling rather happy.
-- -- --
As he entered his room, he noticed Uncle Ben sitting by the computer. "Hey Uncle Ben, what's up?" The old man looked up with a disappointed face. "What's… wrong?"
The old man then held out a piece of paper that seemed like a entrance ticket to the wrestling arena. "What's this?"
"Well, I went to the match on my own since you couldn't make it." Peter smiled. Uncle Ben stood up and walked towards the boy.
"You did go… But you entered as a competitor." He said. Peter was speechless.
"… I-I can explain." Peter stumbled as Uncle Ben sat down depressingly.
"If you needed money, why didn't you ask?" He asked sadly.
"I know that Aunt May and you are in financial difficulties so I figure that I should get it on my own…" Peter answered.
"Peter, it's my responsibility to take care of this family, you know that very well." The old man said sternly. "And what disappoints me the most is that you had to enter such a dangerous competition. I have been worried about your weird behavior lately and now you are making me even more worried?" The old man headed for the door. "Peter, you are never to go to that place again, do you hear me?"
Peter was feeling very upset as he yelled. "Responsibility is always your excuse! That's all you can say and the truth is that it doesn't mean anything! There's not yet anything you can do to help this family and you are still with that crap about responsibility! It doesn't mean anything if it doesn't help in any way!"
Uncle Ben stared. "Peter… I'm terribly disappointed in you…" He bit his lips in dismay. "I just wish that you would remember… With great power comes great responsibility…" He left the room and closed the door quietly.
Peter took deep breaths as he sat down on his bed. "Damn it!" He kicked his bag away angrily. "I have to go back… The money will be of great help to us."
-- -- --
The following nightUncle Ben wanted to have a nice chat with Peter after what had happened so he went up stairs. "Peter…" He knocked on the door. "Are you there?" There was no answer. Then, he tried the door and it opened. No one was inside the room. "Peter?" The old man looked around as he soon noticed the window was already opened. "Don't tell me that boy…" He left the room in a hurry and left for his car.
-- -- --
In the buildingPeter wore the mask again and stopped before the man again. "My money," He stared. The man looked up and then down again, continuing to count his money. "I'm asking for my money," Peter sounded impatient.
"Hey, you're irritating me! Get lost!" The man yelled. Peter banged the table angrily as he glared at the man.
"Give me my money and I will leave." He gritted.
"Hey, I ain't giving you any money alright!" The man stood up with a knife pointing at Peter. "So it's either you get the hell out of here or I will stab your ass red!"
"…You're gonna regret it." Peter walked away helplessly and angrily. As Peter went up to the elevator, a man ran from behind in a hurry and ran into the elevator. The man earlier was chasing behind.
"My money!" The man yelled as he noticed Peter by the elevator. "Don't let him go!"
Peter looked at the criminal and looked back at the man. Soon, the elevator door closed and it went down. "Serves you right…"
"Why didn't you stop him?!" The man scolded Peter.
"It was none of my business…" Peter walked off, smirking away as the man cried over the robbery.
-- -- --
In the cityPeter came out from the building, back in his normal attire as he noticed a crowd of people before him. Feeling curious, he went up to see and realized something catastrophic has happened. Uncle Ben was lying on the ground on a small pool of blood. "Uncle Ben!" Peter ran up to his uncle. "Uncle Ben! No! No! What happened?!" He was crying already.
"Pe..Peter…" The old man said weakly. Peter's tears dripped down onto Uncle Ben's cheeks. "I'm…glad that… you're okay…"
"Yes, I'm okay…" Peter cried in pain. "What happened… Uncle Ben, please don't die…"
Soon enough, the medics and the police came. Uncle Ben uttered. "Pe…Peter… please take good care… of… your… Au-Aunt May for me…" He smiled as Peter nodded vigorously. Then, Uncle Ben took his last breath and went away.
Peter placed his uncle down and stood up. He wept his tears away and pulled one of the people in the crowd. "What happened here?! Tell me!"
"A man shot him and drove the car away!" The man said trembling. Peter let go of the man and walked away. Slowly, he ran towards the dark alleys as he climbed up the walls and onto the roofs. The more he went, the faster he climbed. Then, he was onto the roof, already in his costume.
Under the full moon was a boy, a boy desperately searching for an answer to his misdeeds. He looked down at the busy streets with his eyes were all onto the running vehicle. He had the anger and sadness kept within him, something that he started to fear so much. He was at a loss as to what he should do now.
"…Uncle Ben…" He gripped the mask. He continued staring until the car was out of sight. Then, he held his mask high up and plunged it towards his head. With his face covered, he jumped down the ceiling and into the busy streets.
With great power comes great responsibility…
A/N: Hey, this is Keiya992! This is chapter 3 of part 1, Spider-Man: Origin. I hope that you would enjoy this chapter pretty much. Thank you! Read and Review please!