Author's Note: Hello, story followers and readers at Fanfiction! For those of you wondering, I recently rewrote and re-titled this story as Marvelous Web-head - previously called The Sensational Spider-Man - so if you haven't read the new first chapter I did, I'd suggest going to read that before diving into this chapter. Most of this chapter is the same as the previous first chapter I did, but with a few word tweaks and new scenes to fit the new story I have in mind. And for those of you who were looking forward to the previous story I had going, fear not! For I have made this story ten times better! So, without further adieu, I am hopeful you all continue to read and enjoy the story retelling the life of Peter Parker and his adventures as Spider-Man!

The next morning in Queens, the sun rose and showed through the blinds of every residence lining the neighborhood. Some were already awake while others slept in and dreamed, letting warm and fuzzy thoughts fill their heads. In the residence of the Parker's, however, things were different; books were spread out along Peter's bed of which he kept open all night using them as pillows. For Peter, this was standard sleeping territory on an average night before the first day of school.

Soon as the sunlight hit his eyes and his alarm clock went off on his bedside table, Peter snorted awake having realized he had been drooling into his newly bought copy of Seabiscuit much to his dismay. Taking into account his own strength, Peter slammed his fist down onto his alarm clock to shut it off, sat up, and yawned, fully aware of what day it was today. Today's the final first day of my public school life and I couldn't be more excited! Peter thought to himself. Things'll be vastly different. The friends I've come to know and love will be my backup dealing with bullies and we'll show them who's boss! Despite any happenings from the previous year, Peter remained optimistic about life and was open to infinite possibilities of what lay ahead. He couldn't wait to get his future started.

Jumping out of bed, he made his way over to his closet and opened it to find his red and blue spider-themed spandex suit he made himself. Ever so eagerly, he threw it on to leave under his unusual choice of long-sleeved clothing that was enough to make even Aunt May question why he dressed like that all the time even in summer - his only excuse right now in September was that temperatures were cooling. Grabbing his school stuff, books and all, he unlocked his self-made state of the art electronic lock on his door and made his way out of his room towards the bathroom where he took a good look at his own Caucasian appearance in the mirror. He smoothed his slicked up brown hair and looked himself clear into his own brown eyes knowing his looks were good even without his glasses. And so, he took off downstairs in anticipation to greet his aunt like the sweetheart she was.

"'Morning, Aunt May! How's the nicest girl in Queens doing this fine morning?" Peter made his presence known optimistically to Aunt May standing at the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I certainly slept well after you came home," Aunt May stated neutrally. "And how's my dear nephew doing?"

"Never better!" he said kissing her on her wrinkled cheek to which she giggled.

"I suppose you'd better hurry to the bus stop. Wouldn't want to be late on your last first day back now would you?"

"No ma'am. I mean it's only my senior year - which I might add is bound to be the best year ever!"

"You're certainly growing up. Seems like just yesterday you were off to your first day of first grade carrying your backpack and lunch to the bus stop."

"Those were the days," Peter looked off reminiscing. "Speaking of, do you mind if I pack my lunch for a change this year?"

"Oh, I almost forgot! I decided to follow tradition and pack your lunch ahead of schedule," Aunt May stated as she strode off into the kitchen to retrieve the item in question.

"Aw, Aunt May!" Peter exclaimed annoyed. "I'm seventeen not seven. I can handle a few responsibilities."

By the time he finished his sentence, Aunt May had already gone and grabbed the sack lunch she had made well before Peter got up, delightfully handing it to Peter with pride. "Oh, Peter. Just know that no matter what they say, you'll always be my little nephew," she said looking up at him with a hand on his shoulder. "Now hurry along, don't let me keep you!"

"Will do, Aunt May!" he responded grabbing his sack lunch. "Have a good rest of your day and I'll see you later!"

Heading for the door, Peter strode outside, holding his aunt in high regard for the way she treated him in spite of him causing her to worry the previous night. After all, his secret life had been gifted to him just a few months ago, and despite the downer circumstances it brought to him, it was the only way for him to now bypass the difficulties of riding/driving through the city by himself. At this point in his life, he was glad to have been bitten by a genetically modified spider that gave him powers that allowed him to become the very thing the city needed most. And so, after making sure no one was in sight, he hid well in some nearby bushes to navigate his backpack for his red mask with white and black eye lenses and some red and blue gloves equipped with his web shooters. Applying both pieces to his appearance, he proceeded to remove his clothes and put them in his backpack, uncovering his spandex suit and emerging from the bushes once more as the Amazing Spider-Man.

"One thing's for sure, despite what Aunt May thinks, I won't be taking the bus anymore. Nobody got time for that crap. Not while Spider-Man's still around at least," Peter proclaimed to himself under his mask. He then turned to fire his web shooters toward the nearest building, zipping along the web's trajectory toward the roof of the nearest residential building and running across it to the end. In a series of action moves, flips, and web zips he made his way beyond the Queens suburb and into the more commercial-oriented district where a train was stationed for eventual departure.

"Guess I'll just hang out here until the train moves along," Spider-Man thought out loud to himself as he proceeded to pull out his phone to check the time. "And what do ya know? For once it looks like I'll actually be getting to school at a decent time. Midtown Manhattan High, here I come!"

With a sudden nudge, the train began to roll out from its current position much to Spidey's surprise. As if it weren't already convenient enough for him to have a train to latch onto, the train's departure was the next best thing for him getting to school at a decent time. This seemed to be his only option as there was the bridge to swing across, which usually resulted in slower movement than the speed the elevated subway carried him. And so, without much to worry about he took a seat and chilled atop the moving train car, casually scrolling through his phone for any sign of a social media post from his high school clique. Surely enough, he found on Facebook yet another post of an overlook shot of the city from his best friend, Harry Osborn, stating "It's the last night before my senior year so I thought I'd take one last shot of the city during my time of freedom. #lastnight #saveme". Seeing this, Peter chuckled. He almost wished he could experience Harry's view from Oscorp Tower on a regular basis, but, then again, he already got enough of a thrill jumping from buildings all the time.

Before he knew it, the train had taken Peter to the other side of the bridge where his stop was located and so he packed his phone and took off. From there, he proceeded to swing off into Manhattan, calling out to the New York traffic below as he made his daily appearance to the amazement of pedestrians and kids looking out their car windows. With little time to focus on his surroundings, the Web-head mentally set a course for Midtown Manhattan High, soaring over buildings through use of his weblines and acrobatics. Web swinging his way to school on the first day couldn't have been more thrilling. But could he reach the building in time for the bell to ring? He wondered.

He shot himself over one last building and in plain view was the grounds of the aptly named Midtown Manhattan High in the heart of Midtown. From the many kids getting off the school bus to those convening in the cafeteria courtyard, the school looked busier than ever. As much as he was now tired of going there for now the fourth year in a row, Peter could hardly wait to get in on the action.

Setting down in an alleyway behind a nearby dumpster, Peter threw his street clothes on over his suit and made his way across the street and onto the school grounds where the entrance door was in sight. Just when Peter thought he was in the clear, his backpack strap was caught by a manly hand as thick as his "spider abs". With a jolt, Peter looked up to find the tan, slicked up blonde head of Fred "Flash" Thompson looking down upon him with a sly grin on his face.

"Well, if it isn't Puny Ass Parker back to claim his throne as 'top geek' at this school," the bully, Flash, taunted. "What's the matter? Are you nothing without your backpack?"

With a single tug, Flash pulled off Peter's book bag and claimed it for himself. Peter reached for it before Flash pulled it away, holding it high above his head for no good reason at all.

"If it isn't 'Flash' Thompson thinking he's all that just by keeping his backpack away from me," Peter retorted. "Seriously, I thought we called it even after I outsmarted you in a fight last year."

That was a day Flash hadn't forgotten about hardly at all. It was the day that Peter tested his new powers out on the bully and found out he now had the capability to put him in the nurse office with a black eye and bloody nose. "Oh, I'm sorry. I seem to recall you wanting to 'get even' that day. Now it's my turn!" he proclaimed before turning to his "jock mates" in matching orange and black Midtown jackets standing all around him. "Hey, guys! Let's line up in formation to play monkey in the middle!"

Without consideration for Peter's well-being or the fact that he was about to be late to class, Flash tossed Peter's book bag to the jock all the way across the circle. Peter followed his bag, but was unable to reach it before it got tossed to the next one in sight. Frustrating as this was, Peter wished he could utilize his enhanced speed to catch up.

Fortunately for Peter, another like minded soul happened to be walking nearby and strolled in on the commotion.

"Flash!" the voice of the blonde-haired, fair faced girl calling herself Gwendolyn Stacy - Gwen for short - called out. "What did we say about kicking Peter's ass on our final first day?"

"B-but, Gwen, that was summer school! This year things are different!" Flash replied. "And if you don't step out of the way, your stuff's next!"

"Please, Flash! If you could pass the ball under pressure, would we have lost to Staten Island Tech last year?" she stated sarcastically. "For all we know, you're too chicken to come grab my bag and start throwing it around yourself."

The surrounding jocks gave mixed reactions of "oohs" and laughed at the burn she just delivered inciting Flash to surrender to her womanly dominance. Right then and there, Flash handed the bag to his stocky black friend, Rand Robertson, who approached Gwen and Peter with the latter's book bag in hand.

"Dude, you want some aloe vera for that burn?" Rand asked in his signature chill voice before handing Peter back his back, which he had caught in the previous scuffle. "Here you go, Einstein. It's all you."

"T-thanks, Rand," said Peter. "I appreciate you being the most helpful of this group."

"Don't mention it. Just following family rule here," Rand stated, referring to his father who worked for a big name newspaper tabloid printing company in Manhattan.

"Good to know," Gwen said to him prior to the first bell ringing overhead, alerting them to class starting in five minutes. "That's the first bell. Better buck up if you wanna get to class on time, sweaty athlete!"

Her last statement was directed at Flash who slumped in shame over the smart girl's ability to outsmart him not only in intelligence, but in wits as well. She was often there to save Peter's hide in the midst of a bully scuffle ever since they formed a clique their first year of high school together. This often lead to Flash's attempts to bully Peter resulting in fruitless comebacks that left him ashamed of trying to bully a "nerdette" such as Gwen whilst she stood next to Peter. Because of this recent attempt, Flash was left to kick his backpack lying next to him in frustration while Peter and Gwen took off into the school, giggling under their breaths at the way Flash essentially humiliated himself. What a way for him to start off his first day at the head of the class.

Soon as they checked to see that the jocks took off in a different direction, Peter and Gwen turned to face each other. "Thanks for saving me back there, Gwen. I really owe you one."

"You owe nothing, Peter. I'm just doing my job as 'smartest in our class' like I always do," she boasted.

"Hey, now, who said you were the smartest?" Peter asked in a playful tone.

"I'm pretty sure you did all those times I helped you with chemistry homework last year." She was right. Peter might have been the next Albert Einstein in terms of intellect and capacity to ace science on a regular basis, but, without Gwen, his abilities and confidence were hardly that refined.

"Well, but… Okay, you're right, I did. But anyways, I'm, like, really, really impressed by your ability to turn the tides against Flash like that. I mean, seriously, how do you do that?"

"When your dad's a certain police captain who asserts himself to the criminals of New York, you learn a few things that other folk don't learn around here."

"Well, it's a good thing John knows what he's doing training you up the way he does!" Peter complimented.

"You know me too well," Gwen finished as they proceeded to walk into their shared first period physics classroom where students were already communing and talking amongst each other. Among them sat the brown curly haired Harry Osborn, Peter's best friend since seventh grade, and the red headed Mary Jane Watson, Peter's next door neighbor and childhood friend from whom he often accepted the nickname "Tiger". The two were muttering under their breath to discuss schedules with each other when Harry turned his thin face toward Peter and Gwen taking their seats at the counter next to him and Mary Jane.

"Hey there, Pete! How'd the final summer of your undergraduate life treat you?" Harry asked gesturing to his best friend.

"Oh, hey, Harry. Pretty boring summer I'll say," Peter said to mask the fact that he was now that Spider-Man guy swinging around everywhere.

"That's too bad. My dad was stuck in boardrooms all summer, which left me stuck in crappy boredom all by myself. I can't believe all this time we could've been bored together, but then again, what gives? This year's gonna be torture anyway," Harry stated pessimistically. He didn't really have the brightest attitude in the room, but he still had all the reasons to call himself Peter's best friend regardless.

"Don't be silly, Harry!" Mary Jane said nudging Harry. "As long as we're all friends here, it'll be the ride of a lifetime!"

"Well, maybe you're right. It's not like we're gonna be here much longer. Still…" Harry replied.

"Don't worry, Harry," she said laying a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here for you."

Hearing this, Harry smiled. He was almost certain there was a mutual connection between the two of them and, despite the butterflies in his stomach, he almost wanted to move forward to asking her out.

Gotta admit, both girls in my life really know their stuff, Peter thought silently. Between Gwen and MJ he almost didn't know who he liked better, but then again, MJ seemed to have more of a thing for Harry anyway. Moreover, Gwen had his back like a guard dog did its police officer. Why else would he give up trying to pursue her? He wanted this since the end of last year.

Right then, the bell rang yet again, signaling that all students should be in class, which, for a change, Peter thankfully was on the first day - Flash had always made him late in previous years because he was either dumpster diving for his bag or stuffed in a locker. Since he was more than lucky this year to still have Gwen on his side, there was almost nothing in the world that could potentially bring him down. Whatever were to happen next, Peter was about to his final school year at a brisk pace.

Oscorp Tower was among the tallest places in Manhattan. Up there, people could view for miles the expanse that Manhattan had to offer wealthy business owners and the common resident. While the view was nice, the place was also home to what many upon first glance would consider some of the deadliest science projects known to man. Many scientists took proper credit for their work. Others had it stolen right from under them.

Such was now the case with the slender, bald, and beak-nosed Adrian Toomes. As the man in an aging brown business suit marched his way up toward the CEO's office, his mind swirled with questions and accusations he knew he ought to lay flat before his horizons. Were he to let this go any longer, he would likely lose his sanity. On the verge of breaking, Toomes approached the tall, dark double doors, shifting to the side to hastily press the button on the gold intercom speaker to speak to whoever was inside.

"This is Adrian Toomes," he spat over the speaker. "I'm here to see Norman Osborn."

"You've come to the right place," the bodyguard over the comms rang back. "Please enter."

Suddenly, the doors swung open as if by magic, Toomes looking to either side in confusion over what was happening. He had never been to the CEO's office personally, but as he walked into the room, the desk by the window dominating his view, he noted the two bodyguards standing at either side as they shut the door behind him. No longer distracted by the interesting setup, Adrian stared down the broad built businessman sporting a dark business suit, striped tie, and v-shaped wavy hairline: Norman Osborn. The man was writing papers and signing contracts presumably for new partnerships inbound. However tempted he felt to manhandle him in that moment, he chose to keep himself under control for he sought to keep his job as an employee of Oscorp no matter what.

"I trust we are in for a pleasant visit today, are we Mr. Toomes?" Norman stated somewhat sarcastically. Clearly he could care less about what he was feeling in the moment.

Unfazed by his condescending attitude, Toomes slammed his palms on the desk attempting to break Osborn of his concentration. Norman didn't even flinch at the vibration it sent across his desk.

"Care to explain why you're suddenly promoting the prospect of your so-called 'tech flight' idea?!" Adrian asked somewhat erratically.

Norman assumed a neutral position, setting down his pen and folding his hands together darkly. "Mr. Toomes, Oscorp is on the verge of a technological breakthrough, one that I invented, and you seem to be here to point fingers at me. Care to explain yourself?" he asked rather obliviously.

"The answer is simple, Osborn-"

"Mr. Osborn, if you may…"

Toomes couldn't have been more annoyed. "Right. The answer is simple, Mr. Osborn. Tech flight was an idea I pitched to you several months ago, which you rejected. And now I hear all of the sudden it's your idea that you created?! Why don't you explain yourself?"

"Toomes, what you've laid before me is a serious accusation," said Osborn, examining his fingers. "Surely there's a misunderstanding here. You had the idea of tech flight, I merely just laid the plans for it. It's all a matter of action vs. inaction therefore I'm the one taking credit for it."

Already, Toomes' blood pressure was through the roof - something that wouldn't be good for him in the long run - but regardless, he fought to keep himself under control. "Any sort of intellectual property theft is still theft in my book! If anything, you're the one who should be asking for forgiveness instead of shoving me under the rug!"

Unmoved by his accusation, Norman Osborn resumed scolding Toomes for his unwillingness to let go and accept what was done. "Toomes, I've already done so much for this company that I simply do not have time for petty accusations from lesser employees like yourself. Let's face it, you've done nothing to advance this company for the greater good. Just look where inventing things for the CIA got you."

"Mr. Osborn, I-"

"No need for further discussion, Mr. Toomes. If you never accomplished much as a young man, then you certainly won't as an old one," Osborn stated coldly, causing Toomes to slink back in defeat. "Guards, do show Mr. Toomes the door. This'll be the last time he ever sets foot on my property."

Adrian all but panicked as the bodyguards approached him from either side, his dignity slipping with every step they took toward him. They pulled him away from the desk, Toomes turning around to face Osborn once more as they led him out of the office. "Very well then, Osborn! But if I can't work for you, just you wait and see what more I'll do to get back at you!"

Unfazed by this threat, Norman blew lightly on his fingers, this being the last thing Adrian saw him do before walking out the doors, which the guards shut behind him. White hot rage boiling in his system, Toomes kept himself from lashing out as they took him down the hall toward the elevator. Shoving Adrian aside, the guards left him to take the elevator all the way down to ground level where he turned in his employee ID at the front desk and walked out the automatic doors that led directly outside. The old man could simply not believe where his quest to call out his former employer had taken him. There was an air of unrest as Toomes began to think of all the possibilities of how he might for real get back at Osborn for selling him out so swiftly and unfairly. One thing was for sure: he wasn't kidding when he said he would find a way to get back at him.

Staring down at the sidewalk as he strode away from the Oscorp property, Toomes hatched the bright idea to get in touch with his former friend and colleague whom he knew turned to the criminal lifestyle. Using his old flip phone, which was all he could reasonably operate, he opened the contacts and proceeded to type in "Montana". The name "Montana Schultz" appeared and he phoned him up, waiting for the ringing to end. He turned a corner into an alleyway where no one would see him when, most surprisingly, Montana answered, his Southern accent ringing true over the speaker.

"Howdy, Toomes," he stated calmly. "It's been ages since I heard a word from yas. What's the deal with you today?"

"Hello, Montana," replied Toomes. "I was just let go from my Oscorp job for accusing the higher up of stealing my ideas tech flight. You are very much a feared criminal amongst the underworld. Is it possible you could help me find a way to extract my revenge on him?"

"Well, I'll be it! My boys and I have been looking to steal from Oscorp to meet similar ends. With your flight suit and our stolen weapons, we could become the most unstoppable gang force this city's ever known."

Hearing this, Toomes smiled sinisterly. "Consider me one of you."

Thanks to everyone for reading this new chapter ten months later! I am hopeful to continue soon whenever that may be!