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On the inside of the ESU, Warren was seen in his office holding a piece of vial contained in his hands, looking at it with pure interest.

Warren: Well…so far none of these so called 'supervillains' still haven't managed to put down Spider-Man yet. Though granted some managed to put him out, but only temporarily...it's probably for the best if he stays alive, for now.

Though now he was glad he was getting the resources he needed to finish the C project

The process was going well on it's own terms which was great and everything, but the one thing that worried him the most was if the project would be enough to permanently take out the red and blue Web Head.

Warren: I am no expert when it comes to fighting, but even I know that Spider-Man is no pushover to deal with. He managed to take out 6 members of villains all by himself not just once, but twice. Along that, he took out all the crime bosses as well. Now that the blood sample Hobgoblin gave me the other day is all I need to start, I still worry if it's enough for them to deal with him once and for all...though I wonder, maybe I could try to take him out?

He thought about how Kraven the Hunter, before he turned into a monster, had asked him for his help after a misunderstanding that he thought he was the one who created Spider-Man (which clearly hadn't been the case) and the serum he gave him did indeed give him the powers he needed, it didn't turn out like how both of them wanted it but if this was good for him then it was good for him as well. After all, it gave him super strength, speed, agility, and all of his enhanced senses. It did turn him into a monster but it was a price he was willing to pay, and he didn't seem to mind it anyways.

Warren: Maybe I could use the same serum like I did with Kravenoff? That could work, but it would take some time. Can't exactly use it on myself. That could be risky so I would have to use something else instead.

[Midtown High]

Peter was rolling his fingertips so he could get through his combination combo and get the stuff he needed for his next class to start before Gwen came up behind him, and Peter turned around to face her.

Peter: Oh hey Gwen, what's up?

Gwen: Hey Pete, listen, could I talk to you about something?

Peter: Sure but uh, could you make it quick? Cause the next class is gonna start soon.

Gwen: It's about Harry. He's been acting a little strange for the past few days.

Peter: Oh…what's happening to him?

Symbiote: 'Oh well this can't be good.'

Gwen: It's just that, he looks as though he doesn't wanna talk to me at all. I kept trying to text him, calling him but he's not even answering any of them even though he did saw them. He barely talks to me in person as well. I don't get why he's acting like this, he hasn't done this before

Peter: What? Why?

Gwen: I really don't know. I thought that maybe you could try talking to him instead.

The bell starts to ring in which everyone starts to get where their next class is supposed to be. Peter closed his locker.

Peter: I'll try to see what I can do.

Gwen: Thanks Pete, knew I could count on you.

[scene change]

School had now finished as everyone else started to leave to go back to their homes. However Peter did try to find Harry so he could talk to him. Fortunately he found him pretty quickly as he was walking on the pavement floor by the sidewalk. The teenage superhero walked by him trying to give off a smile.

Peter: Hey!

Harry: Hm...oh hey Pete.

Peter: Hey, so uhm, you mind telling me what's wrong?

Harry: Huh? What are you talking about? Everything is alright.

Peter: Are...you sure about that? Gwen told me that you haven't really been talking to her lately? You look like you're giving her the silent treatment. Did something happen between you two or…?

Harry: Nothing happened between us okay?! Man you're like her, you just keep asking questions over and over!

Peter: Geez dude, calm down I was just asking! We're just worried about you, that's all. So what exactly is going on with you?

Harry: (groans) Fine already! If you really wanna know, then here's the thing! I'm mad because there's some guy that took over as the head of Oscorp, instead of me now!

Peter: Huh?!

Symbiote: 'Seriously?! That's what he's mad about?!'

Peter: Wait...how exactly?

Harry: I don't know! I was supposed to take over when I turned 18, but this guy named Alistair Smythe or whatever took over everything!

Peter: H-Hey I know you're a little mad but, m-maybe you could try talking, so you could get to know him better?

Harry: As if!

Peter: Look, I don't know about this Alistair guy but I don't think he really meant to hurt you in any way. Just...try talking with him for a bit. Maybe he's not as bad as you think he is.

[scene change]

Harry managed to get back home on his own. The redheaded teen got inside the living room throwing his backpack at the couch, before he sat on it. His mind wandered back to what Peter said which had the young man scowl. And speak of the devil, Smythe came out as well holding a cellphone to his ear as he kept talking to someone before he ended it. Alistair then looked at Harry, and he was slightly surprised to see him here. The new head of Oscorp now felt awkward of the situation that they were alone here.

Alistair: Oh uhm...hello there Harry. I didn't notice you were here.

Harry: Gee thanks, I wonder why…

Alistair: (coughs awkwardly) Ah, uhm...so...Harry, I did notice that you don't particularly seem fond of me, and we haven't really gotten along well.

Harry: I wonder why. Maybe it's because some guy I never met before appears out of nowhere and decides to take over my father's whole business for himself when it was supposed to be mine! Maybe that's why!

Alistair: Ah I see, so that's the problem. You're still grieving over your father's death aren't you?

Harry: Oh shut up! What do you know anyway?! How could you know what it's like losing a dad?!

Alistair:... Because I did.

Harry:... Huh?

Alistair: Believe it or not, I do know how you're feeling. I know what that's like, because I lost a father of my own as well.

Harry: Wait...you actually did?

Alistair: I did indeed.

Harry: How?

Alistair sighed as he took time to sit down next to Harry, with his hands crossed together.

Alistair: He died from radiation poisoning during a lab accident he was in years ago. I was a little older then you when that happened, around 20 years old during that.

Harry: Really?... So, h-how was he like? Your dad I mean.

Alistair: Well...it's a bit complicated. My father was always going somewhere to do his work, leaving me alone most of the time. I usually just spend my time alone just working on some machines, building on some stuff as well. My father was called a genius, and I could see why. His work was just absolutely incredible, and I held admiration for him because of that. I was called a genius as well in my younger years as well, especially in high school and college since I was his son. Unfortunately, my dad considered work more important then to spend time with his son, so our relationship with one another...wasn't exactly the best we had.

Harry: Wait, hold on. If you and your dad never get along with one another, then what about your mom? And your friends? You had to get along them didn't you?

Alistair: Well...not exactly. My mother died after I was born so I never had any motherly influence while growing up so my father had to leave work for a while to take care of me till I knew how to take care of myself. That and he hired some babysitters as well. I didn't start to take care of myself till I turned 12 years old. That was the point where I was left alone nearly all the time, and I didn't manage to see my father much in my life. My friends...weren't exactly that great to have, as I was considered the son of Spencer Smythe I was only used by them just so they could look "cool" in front of others that they knew.

Harry: That's...just horrible.

Alistair: Eh, the past is the past. Besides I never could get along with them too much anyways. The only reason why I even hung out with them was because of the social ladder. Didn't go too well. However the only real friend that I could call would be Curt Connors.

Harry: Wait, THE Curt Connors?!

Alistair: The one and only. I see that you're familiar with him.

Harry: Actually, some of my friends there worked with him.

Alistair: Really? You mean that Curt is here?

Harry: Uh...not really? He kinda had to move out somewhere, from his lab. Some other guy took over there. I don't know why though

Alistair: Oh...well that's disappointing.

Harry: How did you meet him?

Alistair: Long story short, we met back in college, at Florida. It was fun being with him. We had some fun debates with one another that usually regarded being with biology vs technology. We were also roommates as well, competing with one another on who could build something the best and the fastest. Hehe, those were good days...but unfortunately he moved out of Florida to start his work, and we haven't even seen each other for years now.

Harry: Gee that's...really great and all but how does this relate with your dad?

Alistair: Ah right, I got off topic a little bit. Anyways, like I said before, my dad and I could never get along from so much absence he held from me. However, it wasn't until the end of high school and the beginning of my college years was when things began to change for the better. My father actually tried to make up for what he's done for the past several years. Such as; He started to visit me more, spend more time with me and all such. It was all so sudden. I still remember being surprised by all of that, though of course I couldn't complain much. After all, this was the happiest I ever felt in my life. Of course he still had to work a lot but hey, nothing is perfect. However...tragedy struck one day and...he died from the radiation poisoning...those were difficult times for me to handle. I grieved for his death, and I became a mess for a while.

Harry: I…I don't know what to say. But I do have one question; How can you just...move on from everything that's happened?

Alistair:...You don't. While I was in the middle of my grieving, I found something interesting one night, something my father left as present to me. It was a video recorder, as he apparently somehow expected that he might die one day. To make it short, it was an apology video, in his final words he told me that he was proud of me, and if I could continue his work that he passed on to me. From that moment on, I used his death as my motivation to continue his life work. It was quite difficult to grasp at first, but once I figured out how it works, I was determined to make his research known to the world, and save it.

Harry: Wow, that's just, incredible. But, hold on a second, what exactly is this work in the first place?

Alistair: Well, I'm not exactly sure if I should be telling you this, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt anyone. This work I'm working on still are nano machines.

Harry: Nano machines?

Alistair: Indeed it is. Technology is improving in this world faster and faster. Why not help by adding nano machines in it. I prefer to use robots more then biology to help, as biology can become rather...unpredictable at times. I prefer to have something that has better control.

Harry: So what exactly are they for?

Alistair: Well...that's a story for another time. I'm afraid that I have to go back to work now. I'll see you later Harry.

[scene change]

Spider-Man was now swinging throughout the city but this time he wasn't alone in this. This time, Prowler was travelling by his side albeit a bit slow with him trying to pick up the pace.

Spider-Man: Am I going a little too fast?! You want me to slow down a little?!

Prowler: No, this is fine! I can keep up!

Symbiote: 'Are you sure you should bring him in to some crime stopping right now? I mean, if he's having trouble keeping up with just web swinging then we're gonna have some problems in the future.'

Spider-Man: 'Relax, I'm not gonna have him do anything too insane. We're just gonna stop some petty thieves here and there and we'll be on our way when we're done. I mean, it's not like we'll be fighting some super powered maniac or something.'

Symbiote: 'You better be right this time…'

[scene change]

Michael: There you are! Sheesh, where were you? I had to wait, for like nearly 2 hours for you to come by. What took you?

He remarked in slight annoyance seeing that Warren had now finally decided to show himself as the elevator doors opened up revealing his 'lab partner' so to say

Warren: My apologies. It's just that, the internship lasted a little longer then expected.

Michael: Eh, fine. I guess I could accept that. So anyways, what exactly are we supposed to do now? I mean, we got Spider-Man's blood sample like you wanted for your C project. Actually, now that I think about it, you only kept mentioning it, but you never told me what the C project is, really. More then that though, what's it even about?

Warren: Well, that's a bit of a classified information per say.

Michael: Oh come on! After all that time we spent working together, don't you think that I deserve to know something?

Warren: Hmmm...well...I suppose you could know something of it. The best I could offer you is a hint; So let's just say that, Spider-Man and his powers are heavily involved in this project. More then you think.

Michael: Oh sure, that's "totally" a good hint. Anyways...what are we gonna do now? I might have run out of ideas on what kind of "villains" we could continue to make. So, I was hoping it you had any ideas by any chance?

Warren: Well, I cannot be sure myself. Actually wait, there is one idea that I have.

Michael: What is it?

Warren: Have you ever thought about having some powers of your own?

Michael: Wait...what? Hold on, you mean to tell me, that we should get powers of our own?

Warren: Something like that, yes.

Michael: Uh...well...it sounds pretty interesting and all, but I'm not really sure if that sounds like a good idea. It would be useful if we had powers of our own. Except, there's just one problem, what if something goes wrong and we go insane? I don't think either of us want that.

Warren: Well then, there's one way to find out won't we?

Michael: I'm still not sure about this. But I suppose we could try. So where exactly could we start?

Warren walked over to Michael as he looked over thinking what kind of tools he could use. If he tried to turn around he would have seen that Warren was holding up a serum as he got behind him. Then Warren forcefully put the serum on Morbius's neck, injecting the orange liquid inside him. Needless to say, Michael was not pleased by this as he backed away holding his neck

Michael: Hey! What was that for?!

Warren: You'll see…

Michael seemed confused by what he meant when suddenly he looked at his fingers and to his horror they started to grow sharper. He held his pain as he howled in tremendous pain he was feeling as fell down on the floor. Some of his teeth grew into sharp fangs and along that his skin started become pale, extremely pals as it became bleached where the skin was pure white. Then his eyes turned red before they went wide as saucers as the pupils turned into slits. Michael gave heavy breaths as the pain stopped before he got up. He took a look of glass to see himself that his physical features now resembled into more of a vampire.

Michael: What have you done to me…

Warren: (folds his arms) Well, I did what we said we'll do. I gave you powers like intended.

Michael: Are you kidding me?! I look like a freak! And what is it with you?! I never even said that I would be the one to have this! You just went ahead and-and backstabbed me just like that?! You're going to pay for this!

Warren widened his eyes when he saw Morbius jumping at him which looked like he was about to get him but fortunately for him, Morbius overshot his jumping missing him which in the process he crashed through a wall. Warren did not waste any time so he quickly ran to the elevators pressing the button before the doors opened up and closed up as it started going to the higher floor. Morbius got through the opened hole he caused as the hybrid bat creature glared at the elevator. He wished he could go after it somehow when suddenly he started to float on the ground. Morbius was surprised by this but nevertheless he started to fly up to hunt down Warren and make him pay for what he's done to him.

[scene change]

Spider-Man and Prowler kept on swinging together throughout New York as they continued to search through any more crimes they could stop, to which they were doing a decently good job at it. They have been going at this for about an hour or so before they rested at top of a skyscraper rooftop.

Spider-Man: You know, I think you're doing a good job at this Superhero stuff so far.

Prowler: Eh...it could have gone better. I mean, I could have been a little faster at taking down those thugs. You were the who was doing a better work.

Spider-Man: Hey, you weren't that bad. And besides, you're just starting out. You'll get better in no time.

Prowler: Well, I guess so…anyways, are we gonna keep going with this?

Spider-Man: I was just about to. Think you can go on?

Prowler: I should be- wait…are you seeing that?

Spider-Man looked over at the direction his new partner was looking at, which was the front view. Though it seemed a bit hard to look at he could swear that he was seeing a silhouette of some...figure that was flying if that seemed possible.

Spider-Man: What the...what is that?

Prowler: Should we check it out?

Spider-Man: Definitely. I don't know what that thing is, but I just know I'm getting a bad feeling already.

[scene change]

The newly transformed Morbius was seeing Warren running on the sidewalk, trying desperately to get away from him. But with his new powers, escaping him would be very difficult. Although he was having somewhat of a trouble to control his flying, he was getting used to them pretty fast. He was hovering himself as low as he could till he managed to snatch Warren by his hands lifting him in the air.

Morbius: Now you're mine...it's over you!

The vampire opened his mouth as he was about to bite Warren's neck who was struggling to get out free from his grasp. But before he could do so, he got delivered a swift kick in the face which accidentally forced him to let go of Warren. Morbius crashed to a building and he looked at the person who just kicked him. To his annoyance and frustration he saw that Spider-Man was the one who did it as the Web Head crouched down on a lamp post. However, he also saw that Warren had been rescued from hitting the ground by Prowler who caught him with his hands before putting him down to his feet.

Prowler: You have to get out of here. We'll handle this!

Warren nodded his head as he dusted himself off a little before running away from here so he could get somewhere safe.

Spider-Man: So, who are you supposed to be? Wait uh, let me take a guess, you're-

Michael: You fools! What have you done?! You're letting him get away!

Spider-Man: Yeah it's not like we had to save him cause you were gonna eat him or something!

Morbius glared at the Wall Crawler before he got himself up and lunged at the red and blue figure with surprising speed which nearly caught Spider-Man by surprise as he jumped out of the way by web zipping in time. Then Spider-Man webbed Michael's back and he charged at him with his leg raising, preparing for a roundhouse kick and he gave a successful hit by kicking him in the face. Morbius got thrown back to a building again forming cracks in doing so. Morbius hissed at the pain but it didn't stop him from fighting back as he got back up quickly and lunged at the Wall Crawler by grabbing his shoulders before he could react. Morbius then bit Spidey's neck, as he started to drain his blood making him yell out. This didn't last long as Prowler fired two daggers at the vampire's beck, making a piercing sound as it cut his flesh. Morbius hissed painfully as he backed his head to glare at Prowler but this proved to be a mistake as Spider-Man webbed his eyes and raised his knee, hitting him square in the jaw which forced the vampire to let him go as Spider-Man landed on the ground as he held his neck.

Prowler: Are you alright?

Spider-Man: Yeah…I think I lost a bit of blood, but I'm still fine.

Before Hobby could respond back he saw Morbius flying towards them. Spider-Man fired Web Barrages at him which prompted Morbius to cross his arms together to defend himself till Spider-Man fired two web lines at Michael's arms before jumping at him. Morbius pulled out his arms to see Spider-Man doing a flip before kicking him in the face which send him down to the streets where Spider-Man crouched down at him.

Morbius: Get off me you fool!

Morbius then slashed Spider-Man's chest horizontally with his claws which had the Wall Crawler hiss, as he jumped backwards. The symbiote in him immediately repaired the scratches that were on him. Prowler fired an electric net at the vampire who evaded out of the way just in time.

Morbius: Would you two just get out of the way already?!

Prowler: Why do you want us to do that so much?!

Morbius: Don't you get it?! That rotting backstabber Warren did this to me! I have to make him pay for this!

Symbiote: 'Wait, he actually did that to him?!'

Spider-Man: He...did what?

Prowler charged at Morbius, as he jumped in the air doing a spin kick to land a blow on Morbius, but to his dismay his leg got grabbed by the vampire before he got slammed on the ground and thrown to a car next to them, causing a dent in doing so along with the windows that get broken from the impact.

Spider-Man ran at Morbius, at speeds that were faster then Prowler and because of this, Morbius couldn't defend himself in time when he got double kicked, sending him back rolling on the ground.

The vampire barely got up in time to see the red and blue figure flip over him before landing a spin kick to his back. Spider-Man unleashed a fury of punches on Morbius. He threw an uppercut at his chin, then he threw a roundhouse kick at his side before punching him in the gut. The blows he kept landing on the vampire hurt more then he ever felt before. Then for the last blow, Spider-Man leaped at him bringing his leg down before he kicked him in the head hard enough for Morbius to fall down on the ground on his back. Spider-Man watched as Michael turned back into his human form before he went unconscious. Spider-Man went to where Prowler was and he saw that he was still on the car but overall still conscious. He extended his hand to help his friend to which he accepted.

Spider-Man: Are you alright?

Prowle: Well, besides my back being in pain and my pride being damaged, I'm pretty much fine.

Spider-Man: Good to see you got some sense of humor now.

Prowler: Whatever. What happened to the vampire guy?

Spider-Man: He's unconscious right now. I'm sorry you got involved in this. I wasn't expecting that you could have a fight with your first super villain so soon.

Prowler: It's fine. That was kinda harder then I thought it would be. And you get to fight guys like those on a daily basis?

Spider-Man: Well...yeah. But most of them are locked away in jail now so…

Prowler: How do you even handle that?

Spider-Man: You...just get used to it I guess. You'll get better, eventually. Wanna go home?

Prowler: I think I will. I think I had about enough excitement for one day.

[scene change]

As the events of the New York City were transpiring, meanwhile in Florida, Curtis Connors was in his new room holding what seemed to be a vial of an all too familiar lizard vile. He sighed as he remembered that it's been a few weeks now since he and his family had moved in here. Luckily for them it wasn't anything bad they lived in. It was simple decent house with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and the kitchen.

Right now, as of this moment he was trying to figure out if he could control the beast that once took him over. He knew the results nearly ended up as a disaster since the last time he tried this. However there was a voice in the back of his head that was holding him back from fully doing so.

Curt: 'Should I...really do this? Is this any worth?'

Billy: Hey dad! Mom is calling you over to have dinner!

Curt: I'll be right there!

Connors put the vial back in his lab pocket and he went on to have dinner with his family.

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Well...hope you guys and girls liked this chapter...cause I didn't have much fun writing this to be honest. Can you give me some other ideas on what to write next? Cause I have little to no ideas on what to write next.

...Please?