Author Note: Hello, friends! Hope you enjoy the story, I should warn you I do this casually for fun and a hobby (That I am new to so sorry for the mistakes. If anyone has any good tips I would love to hear them). I'm not a writer. I don't upload a lot or with a schedule. Also, Spider-Man is BIG there are lots of different types of characters who all act differently. I've read the ultimate Spider-Man comics watched the cartoon when I was like 12 and watched all the movies but that's where my knowledge ends, oops. Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1: Peter Parker

Peter walked into Midtown high school with a bag hung over his shoulder and deep bags under his eyes, he was surrounded by fellow students entering the building like cattle being herded. It was far too early for school, he spent all last night as Spider-Man and one of his web-shooters broke mid-swing so not only did he have to walk home but also got a limp because he hit a trash bin on the way down. Suffice to say it wasn't the best day in the world. Turns out that even super-people need sleep which was a lesson that Peter refused to learn.

"Peter!" A voice from the crowd called his name. From the crowd of people, Peter could make out a head of greased brown hair approaching him. The boy wore a navy sweater vest over a white button-up shirt that no doubt cost more than Peter's whole outfit. In Peter's defence though he got these clothes as a gift from an actual drug dealer. "Hey Peter, You look like shit." Peter eye twitched from his friend's lack of subtlety and was a little irritated by his smile when he said that but he couldn't really argue.

"I didn't get much sleep, okay?" Peter had retorted.

"For what? A week?" Peter's eye twitched more because he was probably right. Peter murmured a curse under his breath before walking into the school with Harry following behind. Harry was Peter's best friend and Peter his. Harry was a nerd in rich clothing who found talking to others difficult probably originating from his daddy issues and Peter was generally unpleasant and always slept in class yet still got A's in exams much to his classmates' dismay. Peter and Harry soon became close friends after realising they were the best either could do.

Peter and Harry walked through the halls in the school invisible to their peers. While walking through the halls of the school Peter overheard all the annoying chatter of his classmates. The most popular topics often involved sporting teams, Iron-Man vs Captain America or bragging about how much they drank on the weekend. It, fortunately, didn't take long for Peter and Harry to reach Peter's locker.

"What do we have first?" Peter asked Harry. Peter turned to his locker, the classic metal locker was old and squeaked so loudly that opening it hurt anyone's ears within a meter. Although, under closer examination, Peter noticed small little specks of glitter on the handle and locker door.

In the background, Harry was complaining about not being invited to a party by a person who he didn't even speak to so at that point Peter started to tune him out. "Uh-huh," Peter responded looking closer at the locker. That's weird he couldn't remember using glitter for anything. But then again Peter did use glitter more than he would like to admit, and it was recently the Prowler's birthday. Peter always did overdo it with birthday cards. "Hang on one sec. Stand back, Harry."

"Why?"

"Fine by all means stand there." Harry gave it a moment of consideration looking at Peter. Opting just to listen to his friend he stepped away from the locker. Peter himself eyed it intensively. He put his combination in turning the lock hearing the lock unclick, it was only when he started pulling the handle back to open the squeaky locker did his spider-sense flair up. Jumping behind his open locker's door he avoided getting hit by a torrent of purple and pink glitter exploding outwards of his locker. Peter was able to avoid the sudden surprise glitter attack.

"What the fuck!" The same could not be said for the group of girls who walked up behind Peter.

"Sorry." Peter quickly added, it wasn't his intention but he will admit it was pretty funny. Well, it was funny as long as it didn't happen to him. Peter gave Harry a quick look for help but was met with only his back. Harry had quickly turned around the second the glitter bomb went off and was busy he was pretending to talk to no one. How so very noble of him.

The girl who suffered the most with pink and purple glitter is currently giving the teen girl some nice little sparkles on her denim jacket. And who doesn't like glitter lip gloss, granted it covered her entire face but Peter preferred to look on the bright side. Though by the anger on her face Peter assumed she didn't view it the same way.

"I-, You-, I'm- Fuck!" She swore unable to come up with words to scream and instead had a mental overheat and just looked and Peter wordlessly before storming off. Her friends who had also taken some explosion's aftermath from the glitter explosion and glared at Peter who gave a small wave. They responded with gestures that weren't particularly kind before following their friend.

Harry who finished his conversation with his imaginary friend decided to turn back to Peter. "Phew, that was close. Do you they thought it was our fault and not just your fault?" Of course, it was his reputation he was worried the most about. Peter sighed opting to stop hiding behind the locker door and look inside. Thankfully Peter generally kept his looker empty and only really used it to keep his bag away from others during the day.

The locker had looked like a unicorn had thrown up in it, pink and purple sparkles were everywhere. There in the middle of the pink and purple disaster was a little card that had been covered in pink and purple fingerprints. Peter had a good idea's who they belonged to. Reaching in and picking up the card he opened it up. All there was inside the card were the words 'You got flashed'.

"He's really going to have to rethink his catchphrase," Peter remarked. Flash had done some poorly thought out ideas but telling people he flashed them wasn't going to be the best.

"Flash?" Harry had asked, well more so grumbled. Harry was also more than familiar with getting 'flashed'.

"Who else?" Peter folded the card back and placed it through the vents of the locker next to his so he wouldn't have to deal with the card. Peter slowly and carefully put his bag into the locker trying to get a little glitter to stick to his bag as possible. Examining his work he shut the door to the locker.

"I swear one day I'm going to get back and Flash and it's going to be amazing. Then I'll throw a party and invite everyone but him-"

"Then your going to ask the cutest person in school out and become prom queen. Right?" Peter interrupted his friend who gave him a flat glare back.

"Piss off," Peter smirked at his reaction. Harry was about to open his mouth but was quickly cut off by the sound of the bell ringing. Harry let out a frustrated humph glaring at the bell. "Look I'll see you in bio, see you then. But we are not finished with this."

"Yeah, I'll see you then." Peter watched Harry leave most likely to go to his own locker. Peter shut his own, some remanence of pink and purple glitter still on his hands. The Janitor was going to be pissed when he looked at the hallway which had been mercilessly attacked. Oops.

Whatever wasn't his issue to deal with. Peter simply walked away from his locker and the sparkily crime scene. To be honest, Peter didn't mind it too much, yeah sure cleaning the locker was going to be a pain to deal with but he's put up with worse from Flash. Speak of the devil.

Flash, quite expertly filled out his role as a stereotypical jock. He had wide broad shoulders that even managed to stretch his school sport's sweater. Even Peter had to admit that objectively he was attractive. A strong jawline, shiny blonde hair and pearl white teeth with a body of an athlete. Kid lucked out with the gene pool and the only way the universe could balance this amazing body was with a shitty personality.

Flash was walking down the hall with his girlfriend. Mary Jane or more commonly referred to as MJ. She had been his neighbour till his house had burned down when he was so young that he could barely remember it. MJ looked like a girl who was trying too hard to be liked, she was far from unattractive but to Peter, she always wore too much make-up, too much jewellery, she always drank too much and was always trying to be too close to the popular kids.

The two strolled down the hall talking about Liz's birthday coming up. With his super-hearing, she overheard MJ trying to get Flash to get everyone to show up fashionably late at the same time while Flash would rather not have to deal with times and just show up when he can.

Flash happened to spot Peter walking by and gave him a toothy grin. That kind of smile that reeked of arrogance of I know something that you don't. Seeing as Peter didn't look like someone from a 1980s disco Flash must have thought Peter hadn't found his hidden surprise. Peter gave Flash a smile back and a small wave as he walked past. The muscle brained boy stopped to turn to Peter but before he could open his mouth MJ was already pulling him away by the arm to overcomplicate simple things. Peter didn't pity him.

Harry wasn't sure what to expect when he met Peter in biology. Okay, that was a lie, he expected biology. He expected the fan to irritate him either being too high so it sends his work everywhere or to be too low so he sweated through his sweater. He personally thought that the sweater look would work well in school. It most certainly did not and just make him sweaty and itchy, but it was kinda his thing... right. People liked it. They had to or why would he wear a sweater all through summer. Yeah, they liked it... he hoped. They did. Maybe?

Regardless, when Harry walked into biology and sat next to Peter he was surprised to see his best friend hunched over his desk screwdriver in hand messing with some sort of metallic bracelet at the back of the class. He thought that if he sat at the back Harry would be able to befriend the cool kids. They chose to sit closer to the front.

"Peter what are you doing?"

"Spiderman's web-shooter broke a few stories up and he is a little pissed at me, so now it's my problem." Peter talked in a hushed tone but no one was paying attention to the two boys who sat at the back of the class. Harry had known Peter was the engineer behind the infamous Spider-Man's tech. Admittedly, Harry had known about his own father's less than legal business practices. When his father couldn't find certain materials or chemicals on the legal market or for a price he deemed "reasonable". One thing lead to another and it wasn't long till Harry met Peter. Harry knew Peter from growing up in the same primary school but only when their fathers became business partners did they start to become friends. Learning that his classmate was the son of a crime lord was a surprise but he wouldn't say no to a free best friend as a kid. Peter would show up delivering some illegal chemicals for his repeated experiment, occasionally helping in them too. Peter was more gifted at weapon-making than he would ever like to know. Harry wasn't too fond of his father's choice in business partners and even less so when his only friend was making grenades in his room. He was, even more, less thrilled when Peter 'accidentally' dropped them and said "did I remember to disarm that?"

Considering Peter's history of weapon making and involvement in crime he wasn't exactly shocked when Peter told him he was the tech support of the infamous criminal Spider-Man's suit after one day catching Peter in a Spider-Man mask when he came over to play Super Smash Bros. So seeing Peter work on Spider-Man's web-shooters wasn't too much of a surprise.

"So what are we going to do?

"What?" Peter raised an eyebrow at harry.

"About Liz's birthday."

"Are you serious?"

"She's invited over half the year!"

"Then not going should make you more special."

"I don't want to be special I want to spend my night's drinking and talking to girls. Being special and unique means nothing if no one cares about it." Peter took his attention away from the web-shooter in his hands. Harry was a kid genius but to Peter, he wasted his time with other people's opinions of him. He was the heir of a billion-dollar company and was too busy focusing on people who peak in high school and ends up in a broken-down apartment with needles in their arm.

"Well, what do you want to do about it?"

"Can't you do something?"

"Me?"

"Yes you, can't you make some sort of mind control serum? A hat that makes you more popular? Surely you can get Spider-Man to make a post on Facebook saying how cool we are."

"A hat the makes you more popular? Spider-Man? You really think that would help?"

"Well, it couldn't hurt! And I notice how you didn't say anything about mind control serum."

Peter slapped his forehead which unfortunately got the attention of the class. A quick apology and his peers were back to not paying attention to him real quick. "If you want to get invited so bad just do her math homework or something."

"You really think that would work?"

"You had a hat that makes you popular locked and loaded but doing her homework is out of the box thinking?" Peter didn't know whether that was charming or pathetic. He had a feeling it was more on the pathetic side.

Unfortunately there lovely discussion of doing the popular kid's homework to get invited to her party was interrupted by their teacher. "Next week we will have an excursion to Oscorp." Harry let out a groan. If there was one thing he hated more than being a no one was being his father's son. Peter gave a little smirk to his friend knowing his embarrassment, it was enjoyable to see Harry hide his face in his hands. Although, Peter wasn't thrilled either at the idea of going to Oscorp. Peter visited Oscorp too often to help with Mr Osborn's more ethically ambiguous parts of research, he saw no real value in going with his classmates to a place where he would be bored out of his mind for six hours.

"Hey look on the bright side maybe people will think your cool if they see all the stuff at Oscorp." Peter tried to cheer up his friend who was currently mortified. The truth is that the class going to the business owned by his dad wouldn't do anything to his already less than stellar reputation, but a teenagers mind has an incredible ability to make people's thoughts wander.

"Everything at Oscorp is classified, Dad keeps everything secret from everyone. I don't think most people at Oscorp even know about half the shady stuff that goes on in there, not everyone is a mad scientist like you two. The only thing a tour sees at Oscorp are all the cute little animals with slight genetic differences. It's more of a cute little zoo of bunnies and lizards cause that's better for public opinion. We especially aren't going to see anything of lots of value after the break-in."

"Break-in?" This was the first Peter had heard of someone being stupid enough to try to rob Oscorp. "Where did you bury the body? I haven't heard about any specious murders on the news." Harry didn't look appreciative of Peter's assumptions.

"Oscorp doesn't murder people. No one died... mostly cause they got away. Along with some technology."

"No way," Peter was shocked, someone actually stole from Oscorp. Peter didn't even think he could pull that off. Well, at least not the classified stuff. He was the one who helped design the firewalls with Osborn, well it was mostly Osborn, he was the one who taught Peter most of everything he knows. "What did they steal?" He asked, he didn't want anything important stolen. He may have also ever so slightly cared that someone beat his security system but that wasn't that important. It was a little important. Okay, it was very important... He would literally kill to know.

"They stole a wrist grapple, an expensive durable aerodynamic suit and high tech goggles. The worst part is whoever they are filled the fountain in the lobby with orbeez. It's overflowed and it's just a sea of orbeez on the ground floor." Peter couldn't keep his laughter in. It was even better as nothing important was stolen and most importantly Peter's security is still all good, he isn't responsible for normal Oscorp products.

"Who even does that! It was completely childish. Was it you?"

"What, are you serious?"

"You've done stuff like this before. You're also part of a gang. A gang that thrives on the drug and weapons trade. Also, thievery, see where I'm getting at."

"I didn't steal anything. Nor did anyone from the Kingpin's gang."

"Relax I'm kidding... I mean I wouldn't want to end up sleeping with the fishes, right?"

"I hate you."

"Hate me enough to break my legs? Are you going to make me an offer I 'can't' refuse?"

"You saw the Godfather once, you don't know how crime works. Stop pretending to."

"Revenge is a dish that tastes best when it is cold."

"You're an idiot."

Norman Osborn was a man of many many talents. Graduate of top of every class he had ever taken, a political and scientific genius. If it wasn't for Tony Stark whole heartily he would be the face of technological evolution. As much as he loathes to admit it Tony did deserve his place as the smartest man alive. An arc reactor was a feat even a genius like him couldn't replicate, and all attempts often ended in... strong reactions. He had to cut the arc reactor replication project off after some unfortunate unforeseen explodey consequences. No matter. Norman was a genius. A genius thrives in failure. Tony Stark was admittedly a foe he couldn't out-compete, he was loved as Iron-Man, rich beyond measure and was capable of creating weapons governments were envious of. No Norman wasn't a shallow man who couldn't admit he was bested. Yes, it was unfortunate but Norman would bounce back. He was Norman Osborn after all. If he couldn't lead the world in technology he would take a different approach. A more natural method, or unnatural as some would see it.

Genetic superiority. The thought had come to him after watching a Captain America documentary, a super-soldier who was unparalleled in patriotism. Tech had reached its apex with the arc reactor and suits. But genetics? The world of genetics had unlimited potential, mutants, animal hybrids and obscure monsters like the Hulk. The science of genetics was an untouched goldmine. Oscorp had become the figurehead of genetic progression. Much to a lot of protestors, but progress will march forward crushing the weak below its cruel boots and if he doesn't achieve it someone else would.

Norman stood alone in a private Oscorp elevator that was in his office. It had face ID, fingertip recognition, a password that would change daily, eye sensors and if any of those were incorrect the elevator would lock and fill with hydrogen sulphide. Exessive? Maybe. Necessary? Definitely. This elevator went deep into the earth below Oscorp. The lowest floor. Norman Osborn's private experiments. Not even Kingpin's child who he had made his own sort of apprentice knew about what happens on the lowest level, this was strictly only Norman Osborn's research.

The elevator lowered and lowered towards the bottom floor with the only sound being the screech of the elevator travelling down, illuminated by a single lightbulb. It wasn't long till he reached his lab, the elevator opened to reveal a long corridor. It was more reminiscent of a bunker made with deep thick concrete and strong heavy-duty lights that could last weeks. With the solidarity tapping of his leather shoes against concrete.

Norman reached his destination, one of his multiple personal labs down on this secret level. This one was his favourite, it was the one where he worked on his primary focus. Project Rogers. The name was lacklustre but was appropriately named as it was the lab where he worked to recreate the super-soldier serum Steve Rogers used. There were large whiteboards and desks covered with writing and papers with incoherent scribble on them that would make sense to anyone just glancing at them. There were workbenches with pieces of scrap metal and lots of metalwork tools and along the walls of the private lab was cells. They used an energy field that worked better than steel to keep the experiments inside. The experiments in the cells were grown adults stripped naked, though some had deformities. They were all his failures. A constant reminder. In total there were sixteen cells but only twelve had people in them.

Harry wasn't a monster, he was a genius. It may seem cruel but these people were all rapists, murders and pedophiles that his business partner Kingpin acquired for him. No one will miss them. The only thing that their miserable lives were worth was the experimentation of different serums. The experiments in cells one, two and three were his earliest projects, the ones that lived that is. Most didn't survive. The first three were completely insane with no physical enhancements yet observed but had become insane. Number four to eight had a slight increase but nothing not worthy or unachievable through drugs like steroids. They were also completely insane incapable of coherent words. Number ten and eleven had no physical improvements but they weren't insane... at first. They started normal but an alter ego they call the Goblin started to show. This other personality soon took over and now all they do is laugh to themselves and murmur to each other. Number eleven was his most successful physically, he could compete at an athlete level and had the best resistances of all his subjects. Unfortunately, his skin was green and rough. He even developed small horns on his head and was also completely insane. Finally, number twelve Norman tried to get rid of the insanity issue. It worked fortunately as number twelve was sane after experiencing the serum, although his mental capabilities were significantly lowered. But, the serum did nothing to improve any physical capabilities.

In the centre of his lab was a large glass container that had gas pipes connected to the inside and one of those metal tables that people would be strapped to for torture. Walking towards the glass box his experiments realised who was approaching and dived towards him in their cells being stopped by the force fields which glowed when their bodies made contact. The forcefield shot electricity through their systems sending them back, but, number eleven could resist the electricity and remain pushed against his cell constantly being shocked.

Walking to the glass box he looked to the naked man with only a metal collar on and was strapped to the table in the middle praying to myself. The man looked to Norman with pleading eyes, "Please I'm sorry for whatever I did I won't do it again just let me go! I'm innocent I swear!" The man had tears in his eyes and was struggling against his restraints.

Norman walked over to his note scattered table picking up a file from near the top. "Mark Brown," Norman didn't think he had ever seen a more boring name. "Age twenty-three, blood type O positive, height 1.76 meters, weight 165 pounds. At the age of twenty-two, you killed your girlfriend and locked your bastard six-year-old daughter in a dog cage for a week and threatened abuse if she ever went to anyone for help." Norman put the file back down before walking back over to the glass box to look the man in the eyes. "Does that sound like an innocent man to you?"

The man was too stunned to speak. The only sounds he made were whimpers and whispered silent apologies. "Relax, 'Mark'. You, someone, who has failed their entire life is about to contribute to something extraordinary. I've started to understand the balance between power and insanity. So take solace in the fact that you will either keep your sanity or you will be able to bend steel bars with your toes." Norman typed in a few codes into his computer which was connected to the glass box. First security. The metal collar on the trapped man started to make a beeping sound. The glass box would be filled with paralysing gas after the experiment if he breaks loose of his bounds, If he proves to be too strong to gas the collar will use a lethal injection.

But now was the time for progress. Norman entered the code into the computer to allow for his new super-soldier serum in gas form to fill the glass box. His vision was completely obscured by the gas so he could no longer see the experiment take place. But he could hear the screams. The blood-curdling screams. There was no pleasure in extending this man's suffering. There was no pleasure in this at all. This was merely a necessity, for the sake of progress. This man's suffering and Norman's own will pave the path for a better future. Norman was a genius and he would succeed no matter the cost.

And that's chapter one. Nice. There wasn't much Spider-Man or his relationship with Wilson Fisk, but I wanted the first chapter not to include any Spider-Man, this is a fanfic of Spiderman so it's not like I won't have lots of him already anyway. Hope you enjoyed.