AN: It's that time again with a brand new chapter! Hope you guys like what I got for you. If I'm not mistaken this is my longest chapter yet. So good for you.

Chapter Four: Wundagore Mountain

I lived over in Greenwich Village, not as bad as other places, but still. When I got home I didn't see my mom anywhere. She much be working late tonight. So I threw in a TV dinner in the microwave. I took off my hoodie and tossed it on the couch. Miles jumped up and I pet him.

Ding!

I walked over to get my food out and started to eat it. I lived in a two room apartment with my mom. Our rooms were on opposite ends of the place.

Our old house had three bedrooms, an office and a basement. My mom and dad tucked me in before bed with Bova, my doll. It wasn't the average teddy bear, it was a cow actually. My dad got it for me on one of his business trips. He told me that they didn't have teddy bears, but I loved it. It had black, beady eyes, it was a classic looking black and white cow.

I climbed up on my ceiling and hung upside down hugging the now, old cow. My black hair dangled down in the dark. I sat there until I heard my mom open up the door.

"Jessica, you here?" I dropped down and landed on my feet, tossed Bova on my bed, "Yeah, I'm in here."

"I'm exhausted," she said in her British accent. My mother undid her blond hair that was in a bun, letting it fall free, "How was your day?"

"Fine."

"Your Dean called and told me that you went to detention today?" I nodded, "Yeah."

"Something about throwing a dictionary at someone's head?"

"It was a notebook and yes. It was just some bully that was being an ass."

"That kid, Dash?"

"Flash. And yeah."

"Gotta watch the temper. It could be your down fall," she said pouring some pepsi in a cup, "You don't get that from me."

"Was dad an angry person?" I asked. She just scoffed, "He never even yelled at me."

"Then where do I get it from?"

My mom stared at me for a long moment, "I don't know."

Liar.


A woman with blond hair collected a spider. It was red and yellow with such thin legs like a widow. She placed it in a glass box. The woman stared at it and smiled at it, "Got you."

She walked down a dirt pathway up to a mansion, admiring the beautiful scenery around her. The sun was beginning to set making the sky look gold.

The woman came to the mansion and had an elderly woman servant open the doors, "Thanks, Bova. Her high heels clacked against the white marble floor as she went down the hall then into an atrium. A glass dome was three stories above her head, but on the ground surface were lab stations and a machine.

Toward the back of the lab was a man with brown hair looking at a computer screen. The woman went and set her glass box on his desk. He looked down and then at her, "Oh good, you found it."

"It wasn't hard. They love this mountain."

The man adjusted his his glasses as he tried to get a better look, "Well, you're braver than me when it comes to specimen collection."

The woman planted a kiss on his forehead, "Don't feel too bad."

"Norman Osborn is going to be visiting today," the woman went to sit on the man's lap. She rolled her eyes when said that, "Let me guess, so he can deny our funding."

"Hopefully he will offer us to go in the states if he sees our progress."

"Why do I have the feeling it's not going to be enough for him?"

The man hugged her close, "We'll just have to make it enough."

A few hours later a helicopter flew in and landed. The man and woman held hands as they waited for Norman Osborn to come up to them. Two more men dressed in lab coats were behind Norman.

"Welcome to Wundagore Mountain, Mr. Osborn," the man greeted.

"Jonathan, it's great to see you again," they shook hands, "This is my wife Miriam."

Norman looked at her from head to toe, "Pleasure to meet you," she just gave him a tight smile. Norman reached his arm out to the two men behind him, "These are my two best scientists, Dr. Curt Conners and Dr. Richard Parker." Dr. Curt Conners was blond with one arm and Dr. Richard Parker had brown hair and glasses.

Everyone exchanged handshakes and hellos. Jonathan welcomed them inside, "Please this way to the lab.

The group was in the lab in the back. They were next to a machine that shot out a laser, "As you can see, we have this laser set to blast a radioactive beam into our specimen. Miriam can you get it?"

Miriam got the glass box from the desk and set it up so it was in range of the laser. She walked back next to Jonathan.

"And what spider are you using?" Dr. Parker asked

"The Wundagore Widow. It's a very native spider around here. It is very aggressive and a deadly predator of it's domain."

"And what are you trying to accomplish by shooting it with radiation?" Dr. Conners asked.

"Cell regeneration. You see what makes the Wundagore Widow fascinating is that its DNA allows it to regenerate when a leg is popped off much faster than any other spider on earth. So by giving it radiation we are hoping it can make the healing factor twice as fast and then harness the DNA."

Norman looked at the glass box and smirked, "Then fire it up."

Jonathan pointed at one of his assistants to start the process. The laser lite up and was charging, then in a matter of seconds a straight blast was shot at the spider.

"Process Complete," the computer said. Everyone gathered around the glass box and saw the widow upside down, legs curled in as it slowly died.

Jonathan's face grew disappointed, "Damn," he mumbled.

A clapping was heard and everyone looked to see Norman Osborn smiling, "Very impressive, Dr. Drew."

No one could tell of he was being serious or was mocking him, "I do have to say it was a nice thought out plan, but how about this. How about you work closer to me and use my equipment. Not this cheap stuff Wyndham is having you use."

Jonathan looked at Miriam actually shock at his decision, "Besides, you will need to help Dr. Parker and Dr. Conners cross breed this healing factor once you are successful. What do you say? Come to Oscorp," Norman stuck out his hand.

Jonathan smiled at Miriam and shook Norman's hand, "You got it."


My alarm clock blared out awaking me from my sleep. I got up to go take a shower then blow dried my hair out. After combing it down I put on a white tank top and some dark washed jeans. I decided to wear my red high top converse shoes today. I normally switch it up between black, white, green and red. Today is a red shoe day to me.

I fed Miles and scratched the back of his ear, "See you later, fatso," I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle water and a bag of pop tarts. I wasn't much of a breakfast person. My hoodie was still on the couch.

Let me put that on, then my backpack. Did mom leave money? Yes, she did right on the counter. I stuffed that in my wallet, took my phone, keys and left the place.

The subway to school is always the same, Homeless man with dog sitting in the corner. Sharp dressed business man reading the news, group of dope heads, guy playing guitar for money, and lady with groceries in her arms, then other random people. I swear it doesn't matter what time of day it is, it could be 4 a.m. And that lady will always have groceries in her arms. You'd think she was feeding an army everyday.

I got off the subway and started to walk to school. Just the way that I left it, crowded and filled with people I don't talk to. I walked outside to go sit on the tables and wait for Gwen to show up. The cheerleaders are out practicing their "Go Team!" chant. Lame. Liz saw me sitting over here and scowled at me. Like I care how scrunched up your pretty face gets.

"You look lonesome," I heard a voice say. I turned my head to see Peter Parker standing right by the table, "Are you here you rescue me from my lonesomeness? I just don't think I can take it anymore," I mocked a helpless voice earning a light laugh from him. He's cuter when he smiles, "Didn't take you for a damsel."

"Didn't take you for a knight in shinny armor," I scooted over so he could sit down, "Thanks," he sat down, "So were you in big trouble yesterday?" He asked a little shy.

I waved my hand downward, "Wasn't my first rodeo and it won't be my last. I served my detention yesterday so it's out of the way. I can be free to go home earlier. How's your head though?"

"Wasn't my first rodeo either. I'm fine."

"Good. I worried about you after all that."

He smiled, "Thank you for yesterday though. Not a lot of people just stand up for me like that."

"I'm not a lot of people," I looked off in a different direction saying that.

"I don't think we have been properly introduced have we?" He said making me look back and smile, "No, I don't think so," I stuck out my hand, "I'm Jessica Drew."

"Peter Parker."

"Pleasure to meet you," I smiled feeling so dorky. His hands were soft. I went to take my hand away but he accidentally held on to it, "Oh sorry."

I pointed to his camera to make him not feel awkward, "I've seen a lot of your photos around. You're pretty good."

"Thanks. My aunt and uncle got me this camera for Christmas a few years back."

"Ever thought of making a quick buck taking photos?"

He smirked, "Well, I never really thought about it, but now that you mention it," I held out my hand, "Can I see it?"

"Sure," he took it off and handed it to me. I held it to my face and pointed it at him, "Say cheese," before he even got a chance to I took the picture then gave it back to him, "Five bucks."

I got a chuckle out of him. My stomach had this warm feeling inside it. The bell rung before I could dwell on the feeling.

"Come on, I don't want to be late."

We walked to our class together and I looked around for Gwen. No sign of her. When we walked in I saw her sitting in her seat. She waved to me and then noticed Peter was next to me. We got to our seats in the back. Flash came to sit too, "What's up, Freak show. Parker. How's the head?"

"Could ask you the same," I said to him.

"Eyes forward, Mr. Thompson," our teacher said. I took out my stuff needed. When I was focusing on the board I heard a click sound. I turned to see Peter aiming his camera at me, "Five bucks," he smirked. I rolled my eyes smiling at him.


"So where were you at this morning?" I asked Gwen when first period was over.

"Debate team had an emergency meeting this morning."

I gave a confused look, "About what? Debating if you're called novice debaters or master debaters?" I smirked at my stupid little joke.

"Ha ha. Like I haven't heard you say that before," we walked into Biology and sat down. The TV was out. Looks like its a video today. Mr. McDonald started the video about genetics.

"So you walked in with Peter this morning. What was that about?" She whispered kind of hopeful for me.

"Just being friendly. Can't a couple of social outcasts talk about being social outcasts with out being questioned? What has the world has come to?" I teased.

"Do you want to be social outcasts together with him?" She smiled. I quickly turned to her, "What?"

"Do you like him?" She asked in simple English.

"Eh," I lied.

"Come on, be honest."

"A little," I still lied.

"Jessica?"

"Okay, a lot," I blurted out at another quiet moment. Everyone looked at me, including Mr. McDonald.

"Sorry!" I quickly said sinking into my seat.

Gwen let held in a giggle, "It's fine that you like him. Peter seems like a great guy."

I started to doodle on my piece of paper, "Yeah, he does."

"You don't have to hide your emotions all the time. You should see the school psychiatrist."

My brain clicked together, "That was you!" I yelled this time. I instantly covered my mouth. Mr. McDonald looked me, "Jessica, is there a problem?"

"Nope, sorry. Shutting up now!" I started to write a note to Gwen, "You told Danvers I need to see the school shrink today?"

"No! You're seeing Dr. Samson today?"

"Yeah, Danvers found me after detention and told me a little "birdie" told her about my little spaz attack yesterday."

"It wasn't me. Why didn't you tell me you were going to Dr. Samson."

I shrugged then wrote, "It wasn't a big deal."

Gwen gave me a serious look before writing, "Yes it is, Jessica! You bottle everything up and keep it all to yourself and only let it out when a bully does something to tick you off."

"It's called letting off steam to people who actually deserve it."

"It's unhealthy!"

"It's also my way of handling things. Thank you!"

She sighed, "Still unhealthy."

We sat there not writing anything and looked at the TV for a moment. She picked up the pen again, "Dr. Samson is a really nice guy. I've talked to him a few times when he stops by the Debate team."

"Can I ask you one thing?"

Gwen nodded, "Is he a novice debater or a master debater?" She slapped my arm.

"I'm serious!" I whispered.

"No!"

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