Chapter 4
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Hey everyone, I would like to apologize. Last chapter I uploaded was not meant to be the 'Vision's' version of that. That is one of my earlier drafts and I thought I got rid of it. I didn't mean to upload that version, but it has since been fixed.
Also, separate topic. Due to a very specific reviewer who I shall not name, I wanted to make a poll. In Avengers: Infinity War (Spoilers btw if you've yet to see it.) Captain America grabbed Thanos by the Pinky finger and the Thumb. Thanos looked at Cap with a furrowed brow. Was that in confusion that someone was actually trying to stop him? Or Pain because Captain America has an amazing grip that was actually capable of injuring Thanos's hand despite the fact that he had just fought Iron Man and barely even got a scratch?
The Poll is up. I won't say Skullcrusher1234's name because that would be a dick move, but said reviewer believes that Captain America is strong enough to injure Thanos just by squeezing his purple fingers.
Anyway. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Not much action, but there is power gathering.
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"Hello?" I hear from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, is this Mr. Aldrich Killian?" I ask as I drive through the crowded streets of New York City. Or I should say more specifically. Towards Brooklyn and a Spider-Themed heroes house.
"This is he, who's calling?"
"Yes, my name is Dr. Alexander Osborn, and I was wondering if I could borrow a few minutes of your time."
"Osborn… From Oscorp?" He asks. "If you want to talk to me, you can make an appointment with my secretary. Good Day-"
"Before you hang up, I just wanted to let you know that I have a burning desire to talk to you in person. I'm quite certain our discussion may become heated, but I'm sure we could learn a lot from each other."
I could hear a pause from the other end as the scenery changes from the big city to the cookie cutter houses in the suburbs.
"I'm afraid I have an appointment in a few moments, so I won't keep you, Doctor. Should you wish to contact me again, just use this number."
Hanging up, I sincerely hope that he's clever enough to get my not so subtle hints.
But for now, I had an appointment with a certain Wall Crawler.
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(With Peter Parker.)
When Peter Parker woke up that morning, he was expecting a simple day. Take a few pictures for the Bugle, maybe stop a few crimes, grab a pizza if felt up to it.
He was not expecting Alexander Osborn in his Aunt's kitchen helping her make lasagna.
"Oh, Peter! I thought you said you were working a little bit later than usual?"
"I was, but it seems even Spider-Man needs a break once and a while." Peter replies as he hugged his Aunt.
"Ah, Peter. Nice to meet you." Osborn says with a winning smile, though wearing a 'Kiss the Cook Apron, he certainly made a sight to behold. "I hear you're quite the scientist. I hope you don't mind the late reply, but I figured it would be best to take care of this personally."
What was Mr. Osborn even talking about?
"Sir?"
"Your internship." Mr. Osborn replies with a smile as May returns to the kitchen. "I know you applied a while back and I wanted to see if you were still interested. A mind like yours shouldn't be put to waste."
As he said that, Peter noticed Mr. Osborn's hand slowly shift out of May's sight before his ring and middle fingers pressed against his palm.
Just like how he used his web shooters.
"If you would like, we could take this matter somewhere more… private?"
"Yeah..." Peter said with a small gulp. "That would probably be best."
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As Peter led me downstairs to his unofficial basement lab, I try not to let a smirk appear on my face.
I've finally met Spider-Man. I do wonder though… how will this affect Homecoming or Far From Home? Will The Amazing Spider-Man events happen? Will different Spider-People replace Spider-Man or will this Spider-Man have to deal with the events of all of those movies himself?
"I don't remember applying for an internship, Mr. Osborn." He says as soon as the door shuts behind him.
"You didn't, but I wanted to talk to you and your Aunt, bless her, wanted a reason for my visit. I can take you on as an intern if you would like, but that's not why I'm here."
"Then why are you here?" He asks me as he leans against what looks to be a work bench. Strewn across the workbench seems to be some blueprints and several chemistry sets.
"Because I know who you are, Peter Parker. I know that you are Spider-Man."
His eyes widen in shock for a split second before returning to normal.
"I don't know what you're talking abou-"
His eyes widen once more, though not because of shock, instead he reacted on instinct, catching the rubber ball I threw at his head.
"Nice catch." I smirk. "If you aren't Spider-Man, I have to admit, you have some good reflexes."
Uncrossing his eyes at the rubber ball, he tossed it aside before sighing.
"Fine, I'm Spider-Man, what do you want?"
"I want you to come work for me. Obviously you could go and be a hero whenever the need arises, but I wasn't lying when I said a mind like yours shouldn't go to waste. That web fluid, once modified, can be used for so much. Instant casts, stronger ropes, fabric, etc. If you can make that on budget, I wonder what you can create with Oscorp's funding?"
looking at me with the most dumbfounded look on his face, Peter looks like the definition of the word confused.
"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. You said what now?"
"I want to hire you. You'd get paid more than what Jameson is paying you, you could still play hero, and you'd be working alongside some of the greatest minds on the planet, not to mention the healthcare plan. It's up to you though. If you say no, I swear I won't tell a soul about your fascination with a certain arachnid."
"Oh, wow..." He says as he sits down on a small stool. Now that I'm thinking about it, he kind of looks like Tom Holland's version of Spider-Man.
"You don't have to answer me now, but I would like an answer by the end of the week. If you want the job, you can reach me at this number." I say with a smile as I hand him a business card.
"Thank you, Mr. Osborn." He says as he looks at the card. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he struggles with the decision.
"You're welcome. Just remember, one week."
And with that, I leave to let Peter Parker decide his fate.
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Okay, so maybe that was a little dramatic.
Leaving the quaint little home, I hop back in my car and head back to the lab.
Time to get Liv up to speed.
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"He is a child." Liv says as she works on a side project I asked her to check out.
"He's a smart kid-" I try to say before being cut off.
"He looks twelve!" She scoffs.
"That's completely besides the point!" I reply.
"Does he even have any experience working in a lab setting?"
"No, but he can learn."
"I won't be baby sitting for you, Alex. If he so much as steps one toe out of line, he's out." She says as she fiddles with some formula, trying to get it to work right.
"I wouldn't expect otherwise. Besides, the most you would have to worry about is his odd hours."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"He's Spider-Man."
Stopping what she was doing, she turned to me.
"You're kidding me."
Chuckling at her response, I walk over to where she was working and leaned against the table.
"Yeah, the kid's Spider-Man. He made a pair of web shooters in his basement with a broken watch and the web formula with some dish soap and some deodorant." I say with a shrug. "The kid is scary smart, but he needs someone to guide him. I'd have lost him if I kept him from being Spider-Man, so I improvised."
Using one of her arms, she pushed me away from the table and herself.
"He still looks like a kid."
"Fair enough."
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Turns out, the promise of money is something that even Spider-Man isn't immune to. Add the promise of working with some of the worlds best minds and throw in some health insurance for his Aunt and he was sold and ready to go the next morning.
It was absolutely hilarious when Olivia did her big reveal with her Octo Arms. Lab coat falls off showing her skintight protective suit, arms extend and lift her into the air, switching the glasses for goggles.
He geeked out so hard.
But, we had work to do, so I immediately set him on showing me how he made his Web Fluid.
When I told Olivia that he made his web fluid out of dish soap and deodorant, I wasn't far off. Add some bleach and some other house hold chemicals and you've got instant Web fluid.
After that, I gave him his own little corner of the lab with some mechanical components and an order to have fun. This was a think tank, their job was to go crazy. Considering I only had Peter and Olivia in here, it wasn't much, but hopefully in the next few years it will grow.
And Lord help us then.
Killian had taken my bait and called me back almost as soon as I left Peter's, demanding to know how I knew of Extremis and what I wanted.
I told him the truth.
Sort of.
"I just want to meet and share notes. Extremis and the Oz Formula. See which one is better, could they be overlapped in some way, could they enhance one another, etcetera." I say over the phone. "Just in a purely academic fashion I assure you."
"Fine. I've got a mansion in Miami where we could meet. I'll send you the address."
And with that, he hung up.
I was honestly surprised. If Killian was inviting me to his home, than there were two possible endings to this. One, he just wants to talk business and potentially buy the Oz Formula from me.
Or two, he'll attempt to take it by force.
Neither of which were preferable, but if I played my cards right, I could potentially get Extremis far sooner than I had originally planned.
Hopefully by the time Hulk and Abomination start breaking off bits of Harlem, I'll have Extremis perfected for when I get the Hulk's blood.
Just another step towards survival.
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"I saw young Americans killed by the same weapons I created to defend them and protect them. I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability." Tony Stark said on National News.
Tony was back. He was back and he had shut down the weapons division of Stark industries.
And I was going to take full advantage of that.
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Hey y'all! Another chapter done! Hope you enjoy! Btw. In the last chapter I asked if I should make a . Due to how ff works, y'all just saw a blank space. So I will ask again, just differently.
There is a website that starts with a p. Using this website, you give me money in exchange for goodies. i.e. spoilers for future chapters, special content, etc. again, this website starts with a p and ends with a atreon.
n.
I wonder if that works…
Anyway, should I make one? Would y'all support me?
Hope y'all enjoyed!
The Nameless Scribe
