Hey guys, I reposted this chapter because of grammar mistakes from uploading from my phone.

The TV was black for a few moments before the blurry image of a room began to appear. There were several untidy tables with upturned cups and stacks of papers strewn all over them. The scene blurred again as the camera was picked up by a man with dark circles and tired eyes that were framed by his messy brown hair which stuck to his forehead.

He began speaking and quite contrary to his appearance he had a calm and gentle voice."Stage two is progressing quite well actually, we managed to scrounge together enough materials to make two samples. The first round of trials comprising animal experimentation was a resounding success. Readings were as expected and the subjects have shown no abnormal activity. The extraction process is scheduled for tomorrow and hopefully none of them dies during the process."

"On a similar note, while observing the current data I have discovered some faults with the prototypes which were taken from us.I can only hope that they sort it out."

Taking some papers, he began to explain the various processes he had gone through to develop the current prototypes.A small frown appeared on his face as he got into the more intricate details concerning their project. While explaining the process for bonding the prototype to a subject the geneticist looked at the camera with an uncertain expression.

"Unfortunately the prototype has significant difficulties in interpreting the host's commands for conducting complex actions, as such we have decided that the current method is not ideal for experimenting with larger organisms. We are planning to use research from the Stark industry microsurgery departments recent nanobots. Dr. Connor has agreed to arrange a meeting with one of the lead researchers. If all goes well, we might be able to replicate their nanites with a biological version."

"Rick! where did you put the cold storage unit?" A much rougher voice called out.

"Its near the refrigerator." The man yelled back.

The TV flashed before the screen went dark again.

'That was interesting, to say the least.'

He was searching for his misplaced prototype web shooters when he came upon a box labeled Project V. He didn't figure out what the V stood for until he went through the contents were eye opening to say the least. This was another variable he hadn't accounted for. Richard Parker and Eddie Brock were the creators of the venom symbiote. What a plot twist.

Their research would have revolutionized the world if they had succeeded. Unfortunately the company they were working for claimed the research for themselves while they were at an important stage.

Not willing to give up, both men put together their own funds to create a second and improved version. They had different interests regarding their research. Richard focused on streamlining it into a medical cure it all while Brock was more interested in combat applications. Unfortunately that project was abandoned. Brock died in a plane crash while carrying the stage two unfinished prototype and Richard didn't have the heart to continue the research after that.

Along with the video tapes were some of his father's possessions. One of them included his Oscorp ID and a newspaper cut out of him and .

'Maybe I should pay him a visit.'

Getting out the basement, he went to the kitchen. May was over at Mrs. Watson's house helping her clean up which meant he had the whole house to himself. 'Yeah, I flunked out. No way I am gonna clean that mess up.'

On the bright side he made some headway on his wall sticking powers, to the point that he could walk up walls, even while wearing his shoes. It became a lot easier the more he practiced it.

Opening the refrigerator with a finger, he looked around for some food.

'Ah empty as always. Maybe it'll be different after ten minutes.'

Humming to himself, he climbed up the stairs and went to his room. 'Might as well start training.' Taking a piece of paper, he began to concentrate. He had been practicing for hours by now. Focusing on his hand, Peter flipped a mental switch in his mind causing something to rush towards his hand. It was partly inspired by a show he had watched during his previous life. The only difference was that he was using paper instead of a leaf, and trying to exercise his power over charged particles. A few days ago his control was abysmal, but he was improving everyday. Despite the lack of instructions he had manage to get rudimentary understanding on how to use his powers. Wall crawling was an instinctual use, a brute force reaction, but there was so much more to his ability.

He was learning to harness it for different purposes. Mainly because he thinks it would look super cool to have lighting hands, but back to the moment in hand.

Visualizing what he wanted and consciously tapping into his power was the first step. The rest just came to him. Electrons and protons moving in sync under his will. Manipulating the building blocks of existence. The electrical field holding together all the atoms in the universe. He began to feel something. It was slight and he didn't know what it was, but it was there.

Back in the junkyard, when his hands were in contact with the wall, he had felt something rush through his body an onto his hand. It had left a faint hand print on the wall. Almost like a bastardized version of the mark of Kaine. Trying to replicate the same feat, he began pouring out more power, the hairs on his arms began to stand up as the paper began to crinkle. Electrons have no mass. They have the properties of both particles and waves. If he can control them in that third state where it can take the form of a seemingly solid state- There. Suddenly it all clicked.

'come on, just a little more.' A liquid warmth burst forth from the back of his neck and spread through his torso. A soft crackle was the only warning he received before high speed electrons burst the paper into flames burning his hand slightly.. Yelping the startled teenager threw down what remained and furiously shook his smoking fingers.

'Yes, I am the man bitches' Looking at a nearby mirror he did a hip thrust

'The theory was correct after all.'

'Move over Magneto, there's a new kid in town.'

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'huh, that was fast, May should have taken a lot more time to finish that mess.'

Jumping down the stairs, he quickly reached the dining room when his phone rang. Answering the call, he made to the front door when the bell rang again.

"Hello?"

"Hey Peter, something came up. I'll be arriving a bit late today."

"No worries. I knew it would take time."

Cutting the call short, Peter put the key in and unlocked the door. Just when he was about to open it, He froze.

'If May called me right now, then who the hell is at my door?.

Confusion swam across his features, until realization dawned on him.

'Fuck, it's Kasady isn't it?'

The super powered teenager ghosted his fingers over where the web shooters would be.'where is it when I need it?'

Tensing his body, Peter quickly jumped up to the ceiling. Praying to god he was wrong. He called out to the visitor.

"Who is it?"

He waited for a tense few seconds as he prepared to run the other way.

"I am Madeline. I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to street 37?"

Bursting in relief, Peter jumped down and opened the door.

'oh man this is who i was so nervous about? ugh, my spider sense would have alerted me if a serial killer was at my doorstop. how dumb can i be?'

A middle aged woman under five feet five greeted him. The brunette was one of the most docile looking women he had ever seen. Oddly enough she looked very familiar, though he couldn't figure out why.

"After that just take a left." He finished while observing her face. She is definitely familiar.

"Thank you so much." She replied.

"Sure miss. Have we ever met before?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile.

"I don't think so. I am sure I would have remembered meeting you."

"Oh well, Have a safe trip.."

"I'll be on my way then."

She left and Peter went back to his basement thanking god it wasn't a Kasady.

Madeline got into her car with her daughter.

"Did you find the way?"

"I did. You might want to note that address down. That boy was a tasty hunk."

Smirking at her groaning daughter, Madeline drove the car towards her sister's house.

Hey guys hows it hangin? I know what you are thinking.. where's carnage? Relax I gotcha. But we have a bigger question today...Who is Madeline?

Peace.

p.s whoever can guess the training reference gets a cookie