Welcome, readers and true believers. Well, here's basically the next chapter of Spider-Man Evolution – now that we've moved out of Origin Phase, kinda, well. But, yes, Peter Parker hasn't completely become Spider-Man yet. And there's a lot to get done with this chapter. This chapter – titled Spider-Man: Evolution – is a major move in the series, covering a lot of ground and expanding vastly on the universe and Spider-Man mythos that I've been building – so prepare for a lot of character introductions and plot elements, meaning this chapter will be long. So I apologize for those who found it too lengthy, but as is said, there's a lot to get done.

I really would like to thank all you guys for the continual support. I'm always glad to see you guys have been enjoying the series so much. I really appreciate every review I can get – not only because I'd like for my review count to go out, but it helps to get feedback every now and then. Special thanks to LucasA for reviewing each and every chapter of this series, and just thanks in general for those who have read, reviewed or even chosen to favourite or follow. There's a ton of characters to cover, and this chapter will introduce a lot.

On another note… TASM2 on August 14th! Whoa! I'm so excited. Loved the film and can't wait to be able to re-watch every day. LOL. Kidding, well… kinda kidding. Loved the film. Anyways, again, think you guys and girls. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! Thanks guys, and sorry for the wait!

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THE VIGILANTE'S VENGEANCE

The room was small; the only place you would keep a criminal, a convict even. The bed was rusty- they don't pay too much for the guy. Doctor Curtis Connors, resting his bed on the rough and dense cushions, the viridescent scales on his neck replacing the human skin that was once present- growing and expanding. With his cybernetic, mechanical arm now removed, he runs his fingers against the hide – feeling the thickness and rigidness of it. Becoming something he isn't, transforming into some sort of monster. His solitude is short lived, it's another visit again. Without a knock, and without a warning, Connor's cell goes open, a coated, fedora wearing man who steps inside. Connor's breathing becomes stiff, watching as the man removes his hat, stroking its surface, the dark silhouetting his frame.

'Mister Connors' the man silhouetted my shadows speaks coolly, cracking his knuckles, surveying the small area. Real small; as if the walls would almost close in on them. Almost. 'Be my guest, how has the transformation been coming in?'

The line piques Connor's interest. He mustn't be another guest, he must be aware of the classified reasons – just why they've been keeping him there, maybe even when they're intent on opening the door, when they're intent of letting him free. 'No…' Connors slowly lowers his arm, raising his posture, carefully getting off his current, slouching position, seating himself on the bed, staring onto his missing, de-existing limb. 'Tell me… why have I been in here all this time… what about the amnesia? Why have you been keeping me here? What is here?'

The man in shadows throws his hat back on, standing straight, lowering his arms. 'So many questions… so little space for answers. Truth be told, it's your lucky day. And truth be told, you're almost no use to us.' It's Connor's lucky day, not Judgement Day, not the exact words he'd been expect. But he'd be set free now, presumably. OsCorp were no killers. Doctor Connors held a special place in his heart for Connors. 'You've been given a ticket, a passage out of this damned place, you go home, and you don't say a word. You do… and maybe you won't see Billy again.'

Connor's wasn't pleased by the utter mention of his son. This man – this man in shadows – the one bearing a sinister tone, wouldn't touch Billy. But nor would he, nor would Connors, if he talked against his wardens. 'Well, good, you'll find your things outside' the man grinned, but that grin wasn't very present. Doctor Curtis Connors stood, nodding and walking past the man in the shadows.

'I'm glad we could come to an agreement' the man in shadows grin faded, as Connor's walked outside, and he placed his hat back over his face. We're gonna change the world.

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'Okay, Ahab, time to go' a figure emerged, approaching Peter Parker, who was overwhelmed by the tons of rubble and debris holding him down to the ground, the destroyed building, torn into pieces by a bomb. The man, or a boy, was around Peter Parker's age, similar in features, the style of hair also resembling. 'You haven't got much time, you gotta get out' the man of toned build extends his hand to the Parker boy, held down by all the destruction. 'Ugh… okay' Peter's unable to extend his own hand, and so he wrestles against the rubble, emerging from all the destruction and standing straight, helped by the man.

'Who… who are you' Peter walks off, raising his set of binoculars, and scanning the area in front of him, lowering the binos as he catches site of a figure sprinting off into the darkness of the night. And so Peter raises his hood, sprinting off and followed by the man who almost looks just like him.

'Well me… you can call me Reilly. Ben Reilly' the boy follows Peter, who sprints behind the guy who's already managed to cover a lot of distance, and Parker's followed by this Ben Reilly boy. Peter Parker jumps over benches, also managing to cover a lot of distance in a short amount of time – he moves at great speed. Strangely, Reilly is following with ease.

'And why are you watching me? Who are you?' Peter Parker throws his earphones on, crossing the road, still un-left by this Ben Reilly boy, who simply chuckles. What sort of a man is he to bear such resemblance?

'Been watching you for your whole life' Ben Reilly replies, to which Peter simply chuckles, still following the man's trail, who doesn't seem to stop running, but Peter's catching up to his supposed Uncle Ben's killer.

'Heh… doubtful' Peter smirks, whipping his head to stare at Ben Reilly, who is already gone. He's simply vanished – he isn't there anymore. What was that? Peter Parker takes to the roofs, scaling the building with his bare digitals, then leaping from one building to another, easily beginning to reach the man. Quickly, Peter Parker is already coming close, almost reaching Dennis Carradine – or who should be him. Once Peter Parker is close enough, he leaps from the building, tackling Dennis Carradine, who draws a knife, and holding him to the ground.

'Not so fast!' Peter threatens, sinisterly, strengthening his grip around his Uncle's killer, locking eyes with his, as he holds his two arms.

'Who the damn are you!?' Dennis aims his keenly refined dagger, attempting to drive it straight forward, to which Peter Parker continues to exert further pressure.

'You're pointing that knife in the wrong places' Peter quickly reaches one of his arms, dragging the knife off, driving his elbow forward to hold the criminal's right hand down, but pointing the dagger to his heart. 'You… you killed him… you killed BEN PARKER!'

'What… who is Ben Parker?' Dennis Carradine doesn't seem to be lying, he seemingly doesn't watch the news. He hasn't heard of Ben Parker. Yet there he is… held in Peter Parker's arms. He could end Carradine's life now. He could drive the knife right into his heart. And then… and then it would be over. He could be relieved again, relieved from all the stress. He'd be free. The whole world would be free. 'Ah!' Peter almost drives the knife forward, until he hears vehicles advancing, alerted by his sharp senses. Peter flings his head back – its cop cars advancing.

Now isn't the time. Now isn't the moment to take down this criminal, this thug – not now at least. 'I'll meet you again' Peter Parker tosses the knife aside, deciding it wouldn't be best to do it now. Even if he webbed him to the ground to be taken by cops, then… then maybe they wouldn't meet again. Peter extends his arm, firing a strand of webbing onto a tall building, pulling himself up, thrusting high into the air, swinging off and into the dark skies.

He enjoys the feel of the wind against him, the sense of the wind – the wind he embraces, the fresh and thick air, firing bio-cable after bio-cable, somersaulting and flipping his way through New York City, flinging himself around. He had a quest to complete.

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Almost a fortnight has passed since the death of Uncle Ben; yet nothing seems to have changed. There isn't any recovery. Just suffering. Pain and suffering; tears and regret – guilt, guilt that he let the Dennis Carradine go. And it'll never get better… the scars will never heal, you'll always dread the guilt, but it will always be there. You just have to work with enduring; with adapting, but you'll never forget. Days and two weeks trying to hunt down the man who killed his Uncle. He was so close, he almost ended it. But… but he didn't. It wasn't yet the time.

And so Peter swings into Midtown High School, removing his web shooters and stashing him into his bag as he walks through the school gates, walking past the student body, finding his two friends – Harry and MJ, sitting with another blonde stranger on a bench. Guess they've replaced me, Peter walks onto his friends. 'Hey guys, how's going?' Peter asks, grasping his friend's – and the stranger's – attention.

'Hey, Peter' MJ gets up, hugging her friend, tightly. It's nice – the comfort of someone else around you. Of someone else caring for you. 'We were so worried about you' MJ draws back, and Peter notices a bruise running through her eyes.

'Hey, hey… what is that?' Peter points to the bruise. 'Were did that come from?'

'Ugh, don't worry about it Pete' MJ shrugs. 'Just take care of yourself and the world will be fine' MJ warmly smiles. The bruise… it's her father again. That damned, alcoholic, abusive and cruel father.

'Let me have a look' the blonde stranger gets up, looking onto MJ and examining the bruise. 'Looks serious, might wanna check with a nurse if the pain insists.'

'Hey, Peter, I think it's time you meet with Gwen Stacy' Harry gets up, introducing the two. 'Gwen this is Peter. Peter this is Gwen' Peter looks eyes with Gwen, who turns from the bruise. Very attractive… very radiant. There's something special about her. Something smart – some sort of intelligence. Just can't really place his finger on it. She looks like the sort of strong woman.

'Hi, Gwen… I'm Peter Parker' Peter introduces himself nervously, hands now deep in his pockets. 'It's, um- it's nice to meet you, Gwen. Are you new in New York?'

'Oh, kinda. I mean, yeah, heh, I'm new around these parts of NYC, but I'm an old friend to MJ's. You know, just for convenience, distance and work, my mother and father decided it was best to move me to a school that's more, well, here' Gwen Stacy explains to Peter, who slouches a bit. 'And… I work at OsCorp.'

'OsCorp, huh?' Peter Parker seems to express interesting. But still, he sounds quiet dull. It's his Uncle death, the tragic and horrifying event. 'His father actually owns the company' Peter points to his friend Harry, chuckling a bit. 'But OsCorp make some cool stuff. I'm interested in science myself and I'm kind of a tech wiz.'

'Oh, they told me about all you're a's and b's' Gwen nods. 'You're interested in science, right? You should come over to OsCorp. They could use interns.'

'Oh, really? There's internship?' Peter asks, his interest immediately piqued. 'That's- um… that's very nice. I'll… I'll come over.'

'Actually' Gwen took Peter's hand, grabbing a pen and scribbling a phone number on the back of it. 'That's the number for the guy you should call concerning internship. He's um… he's a really nice guy. His name is Alistair Smythe.'

'Alright then, hopefully you'll get the job' Gwen smiles. 'Then you'll be second in the labs, I guess.' Gwen jokes around.

'Second huh? You sure about that?'

'I'm pretty sure.'

And then, the bill rings; time to head off to class.

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It's a long, double period in science. For the whole lesson, Miles Warren ranting about physics, reptiles and other stuff Peter Parker isn't very interested in, which thoughts about how close he came to his Uncle Ben's killer running through his mind. Class is finished, and Peter just walks outside with his books, knowing that A) its recess and B) he's got work to complete and a criminal to catch again. Before he goes on about his work, he sticks his earphones into his ears, listening onto the police radio, as he throws all his books in his locker.

Before he can walk off, he's confronted by Flash. 'Hey, Parker, what's up?' Flash talks in a suspiciously modest tone. Basically, he isn't speaking like Flash Thompson. He's speaking like the nicest guy in the world.

'What do you want, Thompson?' Peter replies, expressionless, as Peter walks to the gates.

'I don't know, Parker. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry that your Uncle Ben died' Flash sighs. 'He was a great man – you're kind of like him, I guess.' Peter continues to walk, nodding as he does so.

'That's very nice of you Flash' Peter throws his hood on. 'Um, yeah, thanks Flash… that's very nice of you' Peter runs off, passing Flash Thompson, Hobie Brown, Kenny Kong and Randy Robertson, and sprinting outside of school gates, jumping onto a building, beginning to scale it, reaching the top and jumping form building to building to get to the next suspect. Maybe he'll reunite with Dennis Carradine again.

In a matter of minutes, he's reached his destination, a shady guy, looking similar to his Uncle Ben's killer, and beating down a man to his ground. Time to hunt me a killer, Peter Parker dives down, aiming directly for the criminal, landing onto his chest and pinning him down. 'GO!' He tells to the innocent guy, who just runs away. This leaves just Peter and the criminal, and damn… it isn't his Uncle's killer.

'I don't wanna catch you here again' Peter gets up, spotting surveillance cameras planted all around the area, with logos branded on him, to which Peter doesn't have time to sit around and recognize, considering the police could be here any second. And so he just sprints off. Yet another suspect that isn't his Uncle Ben's killer.

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'Well, look at this…' Norman Osborn stares onto his computer screen, streaming recorded surveillance of a hooded man leaping off of a building, diving onto this blonde, pony tail wearing criminal, then running off in some sort of realisation. Strangely, the hooded man is Peter Parker, his own son's friend. 'Now what is this?' Norman turns to his assistant Justin, who is also occupying the vast grounds of Norman Osborn's living room.

'Sir, it seems you know this boy, don't you?' Justin asks, prying a bit.

'Yes' Norman replies. 'It's… It's Peter Parker. His strength, his speed… AH!' Norman gets up, smashing his computed off of the table, smacking his hand on his table, where he has set his beer, and his glass if filled up. 'THE SPIDER BIT PETER PARKER!' Norman rages, stomping on the ground. 'AND NOW… NOW MY RESEARCH IS LOST! AND OTTO IS OUT TO KILL ME! WE LOST THE RECOMBINATOR! THE RECOMBINATOR WAS MY ONLY HOPE TO BECOMING THE NUMBER ONE COMPANY IN THE WORLD!' Norman calms, staring Justin with his blood shot eyes.

'I'm gonna tell you what we're going to do' Norman sits against his couch, grabbing his glass of beer and indulging in its contents. 'We're going to hire Peter Parker to defend me against Doc Ock, and when we won't need him anymore, THEN we'll analyse his skills, determine if we'll need his blood, and if we do, we'll extract the venom.'

'Um, okay, would you like me to get Peter's number?' Justin asks.

'Yes, but I presume it'll take some time. And could you do me a favour? Alert Alistair for me' Norman finishes off his glass.

'Well, I'll see what I can do, sir' Justin walks off.

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Once school's finished off, Peter Parker rides his board to home. Once he's at his door step, he gets off his skate board, gets out his own pair of keys, fits them into the lock and opens up the door, kicking the board inside and walking into the Parker Residence, where his Aunt May is in the kitchen. 'Hey, Aunt May' Peter shuts the door behind him, approaching his Aunt May, and giving her a hug, clutching her, then separating.

'Um, hi dear, how was school?' Aunt May asks, cutting up tomatoes for a salad.

'Yeah, it was fine. Saw MJ. Saw Harry. Nothing much, you know' Peter Parker lies, sitting up on the kitchen bench.

'Why you even sit there, I'll never understand' Aunt May complains.

'Because we're reckless teenagers' Peter chuckles. 'Anyways, I have to ask you a question, Aunt May' Peter's voice is now more subdued and solemn in tone. 'I- I mean… I have to tell you something. I was… I'm responsible for Uncle Ben's death.'

'What!?' Aunt May cries, dropping her knife and turning to face her nephew, who just sighs. 'No way, Peter. What are you thinking?'

'I saw the guy' Peter begins to explain, tearing up. 'I saw the guy – I saw Dennis Carradine and I let him go – hear? I'm an idiot, I'm stupid and I'm arrogant. The guy at the front told me to trip Dennis over, but I just didn't. Actually, I called the elevator to allow the guy to escape, because the register man charged me extra.' Aunt May's jaw slowly goes open, as Peter continues to sigh, and breath heavily; tearing, and getting down from the kitchen bench. 'I… I MISS HIM SO MUCH!' Aunt May hugs Peter warmly.

'I know, son… I miss him too' Aunt May holds her nephew tighter, she too sharing the same emotions. 'It's not your fault, and I'm here for you… we're here for each other, okay?' Aunt May cries, separating from her nephew. 'Yeah…' Peter nods, turning and walking off and out of the kitchen, sprinting up the stairs, and going to his bed room.

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'Ah!' Peter smashes his bedroom wall, mourning on his Uncle's death. 'I'm such an idiot!' Peter aims his web-shooter onto his closet, firing a web onto it, flinging the door open and chucking the case with his Spider-Man costume into the closet. Before he shuts it close, he finds something interesting in there. A briefcase, marked with the initials MP – Mary Parker. Peter's tearing calms down, as he approaches the closet, kneeling down and grabbing the briefcase, walking off to his bed and throwing it on there. Removing his web shooters and tossing them aside, Peter opens up the briefcase – a lot of stuff are inside.

There are documents, a calculator, his father's glasses, a firearm, an envelope, some papers with equations and formulas written around them, a family photo and some other useless stuff. 'Huh' Peter grabs the documents, scanning through them. They're just some files on some CIA's most wanted. Because, yes, Peter's parents were CIA agents, or something of the sort. 'Huh' Peter says again, placing the documents aside.

Then he grabs the family photo, immediately flooded with the feels of nostalgia. It's a younger him, alongside his mother and father. 'Dad… mom…' Peter tears a bit, wiping it off, and placing the photo aside. After looking through a set of other stuff, some formulas he's able to diagnose, and then he picks up the envelope, unfolding it neatly. Once he stretches it open, he reads its writing:

Norman Osborn is a maniac, a lunatic and a psychopath. After years of working for the man, it became evident that he was carrying on with ulterior motive, the man wanted to rule the world. He's construction weapons – both biological and mechanical. Someday, he aims to maybe kill the president. Maybe become one. President "Osborn." Could it ever happen? He keeps his research in a lab, although I'm not sure just exactly where it is. However, we must use our espionage skills and eliminate Osborn's cynical plans. We will come over to Afghanistan. Thank you, Mr Fury. We will take the plane there in a matter of days.

'Oh my… OsCorp' Peter mumbles, continuing to re-read the document. 'Who… who is this Mister Fury?' Peter takes the document with him to his computer, sitting on the chair in front of it and Googling up'Mister Fury.' He doesn't find anything accept on this character called Mister Furious from this movie called Mystery Man. 'Okay, then…' Peter googles up OsCorp, entering their website, scanning through archives and looking into internship.

Apparently, if you arrange internship, you can show up the day after and be shown around OsCorp grounds. Interesting; very interesting. But he has to get more close and personal – maybe assign himself as Norman's bodyguard. And so he picks out his phone, dialling the contact number for Internship, awaiting an answer.

'Hello- this is Alistair Smythe, how may I help you' the man on the other line projects his voice energetically, as if he loves his job to death.

'Hey, I'm Peter Parker, science major at Midtown High School' Peter eats on some Chinese food. 'And I'd like internship at OsCorp. You're Mister Smythe I presume?' Peter Parker tosses the Chinese food into a ben, resting his two legs on his desk as he waits for a reply, and he takes time to get one. 'Smythe?'

'Peter… Peter Parker?' Alistair pries, interested for some reason, and so Peter raises an eyebrow. Maybe this Alistair is familiar with the Parker family. 'Yes, sure, I'd be happy to give you internship – would you be content with beginning tomorrow, or maybe the day after' Peter is taken aback by Alistair Smythe's enthusiasm into letting Peter Parker onto OsCorp grounds. Peter raises his eyebrow… the other one, so that both are held up, kicking back his chair and lowering his two feet, turning back to the briefcase.

'Okay, I'd happily start tomorrow' Peter replies clicking a pen. 'Uh huh, yep… yes, Mr Smythe… alright, tomorrow? Okay then' Peter switches off the phone after a short discussion, placing it back into his pocket. 'Oh, well… tomorrow's a new day' Peter rests his head back, the thought of his Uncle Ben's killer still resting in his mind, and that Reilly kid – whoever he was.

'Damn you!' The shouts become annoyingly obvious from the house next door – MJ's house. It's the shouts of her alcohol father. Lord knows how much booze he's had today… and now he's lashing out on MJ. 'You're pathetic!' Peter then hears a wild slap, and then an 'Ah!' From MJ.

'Oh my…' Peter stands, staring out of his window as Mary Jane exits to the balcony, some fresh blood running through her cheek, as she cries loudly. If only he could do something. If only he could ask her if she was okay without making it look awkward. Well… maybe he'll just have to don the suit again, Peter fires at the briefcase holding his costume, pulling it forward, laying it on his bed and unlocking it – opening it up. And there it is. The costume he designed with the web strands running through.

'Make a good first impression' Peter tells himself, as he begins to assemble his suit on, choosing to don it after promising never to again… a promise he just couldn't keep.

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'What am I… What am I?' MJ cries to herself, her head held down. All the anger, all the venom, all the abuse, all the sorrow and all the sickness and tiredness in the world, in a 17 year old girl.

'Is something going wrong here?' A silent yet charismatic voice filled with charisma, as MJ's head goes up – it's The Amazing Spider-Man, balancing on her balcony rails. 'Sorry for hopping aboard the Mary Jane train without a ticket. I'm guessing you'll charge extra' Peter decides to add some warmth into the situation – maybe it isn't the best for her to be rough around the basement at times like these.

'Wow…' MJ stares onto The Amazing Spider-Man, admiring his toned build as he hops down from the rails. 'Wow… you're Spider-Man, and you know my name…'

'Your father was screaming from all the way to the block… yeah well… it's the Spider logo isn't it?' Spider-Man jokes around. 'I was thinking of cutting it out so then it'll add more authenticity to the "just the most interesting man you'll ever meet" but then I'd look naked.

'I can't… I cannot believe my eyes' Mary Jane's eyes go wide open, her jaw separating. 'Is it really you?'

'In the flesh' Spider-Man smirks beneath the costume. 'Courtesy… for the most interesting red headed stranger I'd meet in my life' Spider-Man continues to talk, as MJ walks up to him, running her hands around his chest, feeling his abs.

'Am I really?' MJ asks, as Spider-Man raises a finger, wiping some of the blood on MJ's face. 'Am I really the most interesting?'

'Well, I don't really let girls touch my washboard abs on first date, so I guess that counts for something' Spider-Man's smile fades away, locking eyes with his friend – the one who is so unaware it is him.

'Hey, listen, don't let any bad dads let you down' Spider-Man comforts his friend, his emotive mask evident of his smiling. 'Nothing's worth your sadness. Nothing in this world' Spider-Man continues to solace his friend, who runs her hands all the way to his mask.

'K- Kiss me' MJ says, biting her lip. 'Just… just my personal way of saying thank you' MJ smiles, conflicting Peter.

'Take off the mask' Peter chooses to confide in his best friend, who simply nods, clutching the mask from beneath, slowly raising it, but just exposing his lips. She wouldn't want to know this mysterious man's identity. Then, both her hands go on his cheek, as she leans her head forward, shutting her eyes and just kissing him. Until… until nothing means anything, something means nothing and nothing is even there anymore.

MJ kisses with her tongue – she's a French kisser, even on first date. Spider-Man clutches her rear, pulling her forward, but not removing his lips from her ones, as if they're connected to one another. 'Mmm…' MJ says between kisses, planting soft ones on his lips, and then planting kisses around his neck, as she moans, slowly moving her head from the man's.

'I hope I made your day…' Spider-Man smiles, as she lowers his mask.

'You made mine' MJ fixes his mask into place. 'Thank you.'

'Don't worry' Spider-Man separates from Mary Jane. 'Stay safe, and if your father does anything to harm you or your mother, just snap a pic… then I'll deal with it.'

'Um, okay' MJ nods, as Spider-Man hops onto the rails.

'My number one fan' Spider-Man jumps off, falling down and off of the building, firing a web and swinging through the streets, setting high into the air, enjoying and indulging in the sheer freedom of his abilities. Hopefully, it won't all end someday. Hopefully.

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After a night of swinging, Peter Parker returns home, gets out of his costume and prepares for internship at OsCorp. He gets all his stuff ready and into his bag, including his costume, which he might need if he'll be peeking his noses into other people's business. That's the only way he can discover more about his parent's research, maybe finish off their work and destroy Osborn's inventions. Once everything is in his bag, Peter grabs his board and paces down the stairs, walking up to the kitchen and grabbing an apple, biting off it.

'Where do you think you're going?' Aunt May asks curiously, and Peter just mentally curses himself, shrugging.

'OsCorp' he replies simply, slouching.

'What… OsCorp?'

'Yeah, Aunt May, I got an internship there.'

'You got internship at OsCorp!?' Aunt May cries, walking up to Peter, treating him to a bear hug. 'Oh my, Peter… I'm so proud of you' Peter smirks – an unexpected response, as she breaks the hug, both her hands on his shoulders. 'Honey, I'm so proud of you…'

'Thanks, Aunt May' Peter smiles, kissing his Aunt on the forehead, taking his board and walking off. 'I'll be back at 2 o'clock, see ya' Peter exits the house, leaving Aunt May, tearing to herself – now she's just lonely.

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Welcome to OsCorp, Peter Parker enters the vast grounds of OsCorp, several people scattered around the area, working their way from one place to another. A grin marks Peter's face – his dream's accomplished. He'd always wanted to work at OsCorp, and it was still really suspicious just how easily Alistair let him in on internship. But, still, he wasn't here for the fun of it. He was here to infiltrate OsCorp, discover more about his parent's research, and many even bring some of Norman's down to the ground. 'Hello' Peter walked up to the lady at the register. 'I'm Peter-'

'Peter Parker?' The lady cut him off. Turns out I'm hot topic, 'Yes, Alistair Smythe specifically wanted to speak to you. I'll call him in' the lady picked up her phone. 'Mr Smythe, I've got Peter Parker right in front of me. He's the kid you wanted to speak to, right? Okay… thank you… bye' the lady lowers the phone. 'He'll be here in a minute. You can take a seat.'

Peter nods, walking off a couple of centimetres and staring around at the vast holographs occupying the wide area. For one, there was a large holograph of Norman Osborn's head and some of his neck and chest, with his hand – holding a globe. Real fancy, Osborn, Peter couldn't help but become reminded of his mother's letter. This man, his friend's father, wants to rule the world. And then there was the kiss with MJ. Her lips tasted so nice… but it didn't mean anything. She was at a weak point, she wanted some comfort. Nothing else to it.

'Mr Parker' Peter was approached by an 18 year old man, his posture straight – a sign of confident – and dressed in the sort of clothing you'd see a OsCorp employee wearing. 'I'm Mister Alistair Smythe' he shook Peter's hand. 'Nice to meet you; you must be Peter?'

'Yeah, I'm Peter Parker' he nods. 'Nice to meet you, Mr Smythe.'

'Ah… you can call me Alistair. No need for the formality' Smythe says, smiling. 'Now, Mister Osborn is very eager to meet you. Something he'd like to show you, but some important people I'd like you to meet along the way' Alistair walks off, followed by Peter Parker. They take the escalator to get to the next level, and Alistair chats a bit on their way up. Once they reach the second floor, Peter is treated to the sight of some amazing inventions/creations and trophies. Even a hologram that-you-can-touch technology. Alistair walks Peter to meet two females – one who Peter recognizes, and one he doesn't.

It's Gwen Stacy, and this other girl around their age, black haired, attractive and confident and smart-looking. 'Peter Parker, I'd like you to meet-'

'Gwen Stacy' Peter interrupts, turning to face Gwen, then to the other lady. 'I'm Peter.'

'Felicia Hardy' she smiles, introducing herself, shaking Peter's hand. 'New to OsCorp, I presume?' Peter nods.

'Yeah, I'm- I'm, yeah, I'm new to OsCorp' Peter's never been very good talking to girls – and that's awfully evident. 'Nice to meet you Felicia.'

'You, Peter, will work with Felicia and Gwen' Alistair explains. 'Your desk it right over there' he points.

'I guess we'll be taking care of you' Felicia speaks to Peter.

'I think so' Gwen nods.

'Okay, well, better. Wish we could hang around for longer but you've gotta meet Norman Osborn now' Alistair says. 'He's been waiting. Thanks Gwen and thanks Felicia' Alistair walks off, followed by Peter. Evidently, Alistair is grinning.

'She has that effect on guys' Alistair comments.

'Uh… excuse me?' Peter asks.

'I get it, Felicia's hot. Nothing to be ashamed of' Alistair says.

'Um… I don't know what you're talking about' Peter chuckles.

'Of course you do' Alistair says, as they arrive to Norman's office. 'I'll be waiting outside.' Peter nods, placing his hand around the doorknob, twisting it open – Norman Osborn is inside, drinking beer, and turning his face to look at Peter Parker, grinning.

'Peter Parker…' Norman remarks, lowering his glass. '… Just the guy I've been looking for' Norman sits straight on his chair. 'Have a seat' something sounds strange about this – not everything feels right. So… he was looking for Peter? Nevertheless, Peter sits down on a chair, thinking it best not to ask questions – for Norman's the one at an advantage right now. Peter almost tries to form words, but nothing comes out… what if he wants to kill Peter, and then kill May, so that there shall be no more Parker's left. Revenge.

'You were… you were looking for me?' Peter whispers.

'Of course' Norman answers Peter's question, pouring himself some more wine. Peter stares into his cold, blood shot eyes.

'You were looking for me… for what?' Peter swallows, fearfully.

'Because I want you to explain this' Norman Osborn points a remote to his projector, switching the screen on, displaying the surveillance footage of Peter Parker tackling his Uncle Ben's killer suspect. Oh my… Peter's jaw drops slightly, as he watches the surveillance – his own face is crystal clear as he runs off from the screen.

'What… what is that?' Peter asks.

'You tell me' Norman smirks. 'That leap… your durability in the landing… what is that?'

'I don't… it's not me' Peter lies. 'It's not me. There are seven billion people in this w-'

'Don't insult me' Norman drops the remote. 'Would you like me to replay?'

'No…' Peter just wants to smash Norman to the ground and beat the living crap out of him, but then his chance of infiltrating OsCorp is gone. 'Norman… what do you want?'

'I want you to defend me from the man they call Doc Ock' Norman reaches under his desk, then bringing his hand out, holding a silenced gun.

'Holy!' Peter dodges a bullet, which pierces the wall behind him.

'Just like you did last time… Spider-Man' Norman lowers the gun. 'Can you do that for me… or does this tape need to go public? Oh, and maybe I should pay a visit to your Aunt May… shall I?'

'Okay… I'll do anything. Just leave my family alone' Peter clenches his fist, to which Norman just rolls his eyes, chuckling quietly, then pouring himself some more beer. Of course, there's more to come, as Norman puts his beer down.

'And… I need you to take down your Uncle's killer for me' Norman precedes. 'And the next word that comes out of your mouth… can't be a question.' Surely, this a lot to take in one single moment. You find out this guy who wants to rule the world knows your identity, wants you to hunt down a tentacle wearing antagonist, and blackmails you and your family, and now wants you to hunt down your own Uncle's killer for him, for an unidentified reason.

'Good then… because we need you on the job' Norman smirks. 'Make us proud.' Peter Parker gets up, still in shock, nodding and turning off, walking slowly to the door, and then, grabbing the knob, he exits the room, shuts the door behind him and turns to Alistair. Peter walks off, silently, not saying a word, and to Gwen and Felicia. Knowingly, he'll never be same.

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-More shorter than the intended word count, but hey, it's always great to build up suspense and all of that with a cliff hanger.

-Thanks to all you guys who have stuck with me since the start. I've had some great – and some difficult – moments writing this fic, but eventually, you guys always make it worth. Thanks to those who have reviewed, and those who have chosen to favourite or follow.

-Yep, the first kiss happened. Admittedly, I'm not very proud if it myself; I'm not completely with Peter Parker kissing MJ as Spider-Man, but it was organic to the story and how it's progressing, and so I decided not to take it out.

-Well, that's it guys. Hope you enjoyed and please leave a review. Requests are also welcome. See ya next time!