Peter followed the others, watching the doctor suspiciously. It wasn't that the man was doing something terrible, but it was more instinct he couldn't quite describe. He pursed his lips as he followed, hands in pockets.

Harry had come back and bumped him. "Back straight."

Peter grumbled something under his breath indignantly as he straightened up. "MJ already scolded me."

"I don't care. No slouching. It's bad for you." Peter huffed, making Harry smirk. "Goof. Just relax. Oh, we're getting to the testing lab," He said excitedly. Peter raised an eyebrow, to which Harry blushed and rubbed his neck. "I like labs. They're cool."

"But they're your dad's. I thought you hated everything Oscorp." Peter tilted his head as he spoke, studying Harry curiously. The boy shrugged as they walked. He sighed and watched MJ talking to Octavius. "You didn't say anything about the other night."

"Yeah. I'd passed out, sorry. I feel better at least. I think it was shock and a cold, honestly," he confessed. Peter frowned as they walked. "I'm okay now."

A shudder ran down his spine as he watched Harry's reactions. There was something that wasn't being said, that much was obvious.

As they entered the lab, Peter followed the others behind the doctor. "Spiders?" MJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We find that their DNA is a bit easier to track. Ironic given their small size," Octavius stated with a small laugh in his voice. "Their silk actually contains more than half of the DNA needed for analysis, testing, extraction, and so on. So-" He gestured to the tanks that held the spiders, all filled with webs. "When they produce their webs, we would just need to take chunks as needed. We do try to stay away from the spiders themselves so as not to disturb them."

"Has anyone ever been bitten?" MJ asked. Peter blinked and gulped at that.

"Only one person so far, and unfortunately...the results weren't so great. It was a genetically modified spider so its poison was more...reactive to his bloodstream. As a result, we didn't have an antidote at the ready. He was a great loss to us. Having said that, science always moves forward, and we were able to learn from our mistakes," The doctor explained.

Peter blinked in surprise as MJ beamed. "Doctor, for the paper I mean, could we take a picture?"

"Yes, sure! That sounds wonderful. Hope your teachers will forgive the...not-so clean-shaven face. Been more focused on work than personal cleanliness."

"All good. Definitely looks better than when Peter growing out facial hair."

"Hey!" Peter huffed as Harry snickered. Peter got his camera ready as they posed beside the tanks. He smiled at the beaming expression on MJs face as he took the picture. "Oh. And with the youngest Osborn!"

"Yes!" MJ squeaked as Harry groaned. "C'mon, Harry. It'll look great!"

Harry sighed and stood between them. He'd straightened his shirt and gave his best trademark Osborn Smirk. Moments after the photo was taken, alarms went off.

Octavius frowned and took control. "Alright. Everyone, let's get out of the lab. Move slowly and orderly. Kids, time to go."

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Could be minor but that's the fire alarm. Chemical explosions are common in the appropriate labs but safety first," Octavius stated as he guided the kids ahead as they left. They aimed for the stairs.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling below them, making them freeze. Peter reacted first before he felt it. He grabbed Harry and shoved him to the wall before the floor caved. Shrill screams rang out before he blacked out.

As he came to, smoke was billowing above him and someone was shaking him. He mumbled before shooting awake. "Peter! Oh, thank god!" MJ gasped and hugged him tightly.

Peter grunted and hugged her. "Shit...I gotta stop falling through floors," He mumbled, back aching now. "Let's...Let's get out of here."

MJ nodded and made to stand but yelped in pain, favoring her leg. Peter gulped, seeing the gash on her leg and got up, using himself as a crutch. "Fuck. Pete, my leg."

"I know. Let's keep moving."

Peter led her through the floor, growing pale as he saw the debris and smoke around them. He looked around for an exit, anywhere. He started to holler for help, hoping someone could hear him.

Duck.

Peter dropped down with MJ as a fireball flew over their heads. MJ yelped in pain as they hit the ground. He turned quickly to see a giant flame walking towards him. He blinked, processing what he was seeing. It was a man engulfed in flames! He wasn't screaming or hollering or anything. He just simply was!

The man seemed to be glaring at them before stalking by. Peter shivered and tried to pick up MJ who was now unconscious. "MJ...MJ, wake up...MJ!" Peter tried shaking her. He shivered and got her up. He growled in frustration before scooping her up and carrying her down the hall. He did his best to avoid the debris, only stepping over the fallen beams. "I've got you...I've got you."

He moved slowly, unwittingly following the path of the fire-man. He gulped as the man stood at the end of the hall, meeting his gaze. Peter shivered and licked his lips. The man continued on and Peter followed. He was being led to a stairwell, he realized. Once he came to it, he found the smoke lesser and gulped. He heard the groaning of the building behind him and looked, seeing the man walking away.

"Hey!" Peter called, getting his attention. "Thank you."

The man simply nodded before carrying on. Peter hurried MJ down the stairs the best he could. Once getting to the ground floor, he was met with the sight of paramedics and the fire department scrambling around the ground floor until one saw him.

"Hey! Got two kids!" One called as they hurried over.

"Her leg! She cut herself on something," He told them as he coughed hard, being led outside.

The medic took MJ from him, getting her on a stretcher. MJ looked around desperately, trying to find Harry. Instead, he found Norman hurrying to him. "Peter! Hey. Oh, thank god. Harry, have you seen him?"

Peter stared at him for a long moment before stepping back and hurrying back in. "Peter! Peter, no!" Norman yelled, trying to follow, but a police officer stopped him from entering the building. "Peter Parker! Get your ass back here!" He yelled over the clamor of orders being told to him. Peter had vanished from his sight into the building. "Shit...Shit, shit, shit!" He snapped under his breath and rubbed his face.

Peter hurried back up the steps, trying to get to the last floor he saw Harry. He looked around, trying to squint through the flames before jumping over some fallen debris. "Harry!" He called over the roar.

He tried to see his best before blinking. There was no clearing for him and debris fell behind him, blocking his old path. He tried to think when he squeezed his hands, remembering the underground lab. He pressed his palm against the wall then the other, crawling his way up the wall and around the debris. He blinked in surprise and smiled as he crawled on the walls, making his way through the area.

A shout echoed in his ears and he hurried, rounding the corner. He paled as he saw a black beast fighting the fire-man.