OSCORP INDUSTRIES

If it wasn't for the Avengers Tower, Oscorp's building would be the king amongst the city. But don't get it confused, it was sitting second in command. And in recent years nearly tipped its way to first.

So here Beca was, standing outside the giant skyscraper of a building.

"Well damn if I didn't already feel short..." She trailed off, gazing at the structure before making her way round to the side.

Stopping at the back of the building, she roamed her eyes above looking for a way in. She had decided this was the best way to gain entry as there was no way she could make it through the main lobby without being questioned.

Her eyes landed on the air vent that led inside. Checking that no one was watching, she webbed the vent, pulling it off its hinges before crawling her way up and in.

"Cosy." She mumbled and she wedged herself in the steel structure. "I'm guessing the only way is up..." She figured, her eyes glancing in that direction.

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After a serious amount of climbing, the webhead made her way to an opening of the air vent. It led into what looked like a maintenance closet.

Pushing open the vent, she gently dropped to the floor. Webbing the vent closed as she did.

The room was dark, spare for the lone light that shone through the small window on the door. Her eyes followed the light and gazed over the employees muttering and working as they zoomed past the door.

Switching on her phone's torch to help see in the darkness, she flickered her eyes around the closet. After a moment they landed on a stack of name tags, shuffled in a tray.

She ran her hand through them, reading them as she went.

Immanuel Dalton
(Visitor)

Roland Chan
(Visitor)

Cynthia Rose Adams
(Visitor)

Florence Noble
(Visitor)

She guessed they were for a visit that happened recently. Hoping that it would cause less suspicion, she picked one up that read 'Anna Parker,' before clipping it onto her shirt and heading out through the door.

Damn, this place is busy... She thought as she wandered her way through the stark white halls. She wasn't too sure exactly where she was heading. But her hopes were on that maybe she could try log onto one of the computers.

Maybe get some classified information on the attack.

Here's to hoping.

So far, she had only gained a few strange looks from a couple of employees, but thankfully they continued on with their day instead of questioning her.

Her senses were in overload as she overheard conversations left and right. Some on data work. Some on electrical grid designs. Nothing though about a certain recent carnival attack.

She shyly made her way up to a glass door that looked into a laboratory room, filled with white tables and desks, with high-tech computers on top. Lifting a hand to the door, she gently pushed it open before checking her peripheral for employees watching.

The door smoothly eased itself open, the cool air conditioning whooshing over her face as she entered.

Blue eyes darted around the room checking for any trouble that may appear but gratefully finding none. She darted her way over to a computer that sitting at the back of the room, behind a few tables and lab desks.

Clicking on the space bar, the screen booted up.

"Welcome back Mr. Osborne." Came a voice from the computer.

"Oh shit," Beca mumbled low to herself.

She paused wondering if she should continue. But curiosity got the best of her so she browsed around the desktop. There wasn't much on the screen at first as she roamed about it.

Then her eyes flickered across the opened tabs along the bottom.

Data_Oscorp

Special_Projects

The latter of them caught her attention. Clicking open the tap, her expression morphed into one of confusion.

"What is this..." She muttered, running a hand through her hair as she read through the files.

PROJECT SYMBT
PROJECT GBLN
PROJECT VLTRE
PROJECT OCTO

There was a video attached to each of the files. Clicking on the first one, her eyes widened at what she saw.

"What are you doing to me!" A man cried out. He was trapped in a glass cell, his arms locked behind him. He was standing alone in the middle screaming at the men behind the glass.

Without even a glance towards the man, a monotone voice answered, "We are curing you." as he clicked away at the buttons on the computer in front of him.

After a few beats, the door to the chamber had a small section slide open and one of the men threw in a container that had a black goo inside.

The door closed tight as the container shattered to pieces. The black goo spilling out.

Suddenly it began making its way towards the man in the cell.

"W- what is t.. that!?" He stuttered out as it slithered its way nearer. His feet shuffled backwards before his back hit the other end of the glass wall. "HELP!" He called out, "PLEASE!" The slimy black goo engulfed his foot. "HELP ME WHAT IS THIS!" As it crawled its way up the man's body, he violently began to hit his head of the glass wall in hopes of it breaking.

His head split open, blood gushing down his face as he continued to break the glass.

But it was too late.

The black goo smothered his entire face, his screams being deafened as it slithered into his open mouth before completely disappearing inside of him.

The men outside the cell watched as he fell to the floor, motionless.

"Another failed attempt-" One muttered.

"Bring in test subject 65!" Another called out.

Beca stood in shock. She was horrified at what she had just witnessed. It was like a real-life nightmare.

The brunette shut her eyes tight, shaking her head before opening them again. Exhaling, she dared to click onto the next file.

But as she was about to, the door to the room suddenly opened, startling her.

Beca ducked down behind the desk as two men entered the room, voices low as they spoke to one another.

"We don't need more time!" One of them hushed out, in a hurriedly manner. Beca snooped over the desk, watching as he looked through scattered papers and folders along the front desk. He was in a dishevelled state; his hair a mess and sweat droplets fell from his forehead.

"No, we do need more time, Dr. Osborne," A tall man replied. He was in a white lab coat, his dark hair slicked back as he confronted Dr. Osborne. "Human trials were unsuccessful, it's too dangerous-"

"I don't care!" Osborne interrupted, "I am running out of time," He cried out. "This is my only chance of survival."

"I know sir," Patiently replied the scientist, adjusting his glasses before continuing, "But you saw what happened to our last subject. The carnival attack was a minor incident but if we don't put this project on hold right now-"

"I know what happened, Connors," Osborn said, "But they were weak. I can handle this." He stated, grabbing a few papers before standing up to face Mr. Connors. "Get the lab ready for next week. I want it done. No questions asked, you hear me?" He explained, his facial expression stern as his eyes bored into the others.

Weakly shaking his head, Mr. Connors agreed, "Yes sir," while Dr. Osborne's heels clicked off the marble floor as he swiftly exited the room.

Beca listened as Mr. Connors sighed loudly before making his way out the door. She sat back against the desk, trying to wrap her head around everything.

Lifting her hand into her back pocket, she fished out a USB flash-drive. Quietly easing herself back up to the computer, she plugged it in. Transferring and copying the files from Special Projects onto her USB.

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Chloe Beale is typing...

Chloe Beale: Did you get anything from Oscorp?

Beca Mitchell: Yeah

Chloe Beale: Are you okay?

Beca Mitchell is typing...

Beca Mitchell: Yeah no sorry, just found some weird stuff is all. Lets just say Oscorps been hiding some sketchy shit from the public

Beca Mitchell: Gonna look more into it

Chloe Beale is typing...

Chloe Beale: Just be careful okay

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Making her way off the train, Beca shuffled her way towards her neighbourhood. She carried the flash drive in her pocket ready to dive more into the research once she was home when suddenly her phone buzzed.

MOM flashed across the screen. Accepting the call, she brought the device to her ear.

"Hey mom," She greeted. "What do I owe the pleasure of this lovely call?" She asked, as she continued walking towards her house.

"Hi honey," Mary Mitchell piped up gleefully through the other end, "I was calling to let you know that we need more eggs and milk from the store if you'd be able to pick them up on your way home?"

"Yeah of course," Beca replied, now turning on her heels, "Anything else?" She asked, making her way towards to 24-hour convenient store.

"No, no that's all," Mary answered, "Thanks honey, see you soon."

"Okay, bye mom."

Ending the call, she waddled her way through the sliding doors of the store. Lifting the eggs and milk, she went towards the main cashier desk, grabbing some gum on the way.

She mumbled a polite hello to the woman behind the desk while she paid for the items. But just as she lifted the bag off the counter, her ears perked up and she stiffened.

Setting the bag back down, she glanced around the store. Her eyes flickering along each aisle.

"Everything okay miss?" The cashier asked, snapping her back to reality.

"Yeah..." She trailed off, "Yeah of course, thank you." She shook her head, smiling as she grabbed the bag before exiting the store.

When she made her way along the sidewalk, her spider senses kicked off and she snapped her head back round to the store to see a flash of green and bright yellow eyes staring back at her through the window before a bellowing loud explosion suddenly boomed throughout the street.

Her instincts kicked in as she ran towards the explosion. A tall building above had its windows blown out, the glass having shattered and fell along the street below. She watched out for the goblin attacker but they were nowhere to be seen.

Ripping her shirt off she suited up behind a wall, before leaping into the air. Webbing at the building before catapulting herself towards the flames.

The panicked screams and cries were deafening as she heard them coming from within.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" She called out.

"Please over here!" A woman cried out from nearby, fear evident in her voice. Spider-Man made her way over to the girl, who was trapped under a fallen ledge. "Hold on, we're gonna get you out, okay?" She reassured. Grabbing the wooden ledge, she hulled it up and over to the side. "Come on," She lifted the woman into her arms, "Hold on tight for me!" She said making her way towards the window.

Snapping a web, she lowered her and the girl to the ground below, where police officers and fire fighters now stood by.

"I don't know how many more there are up there," Spider-Man explained to them, gently easing the woman back to her feet. "I'll try get as many as I can but I need you guys to get up there ASAP."

"We've sent our squads up already," One of the firefighters answered.

Not wasting another second, Spider-Man leaped back towards the explosion. Diving in through the window, she called out once again, this time hearing a child cry for help.

Coughing through the smoke, she ran towards the sound of the kid. "It's okay, I'm here to help!"

"HELP! I WANT MY DAD!" A young boy screamed out, it was muffled and strained but Spider-Man was able to catch it. "I'M COMING!" She reassured stopping outside a closed door. It was locked so she kicked it in but in doing so a flame shot out at her.

"Arghhh!" She winced, as the latex of her suit began to smoke on her right arm, having caught on the flame. "Son of a bitch-"

Flailing the arm around, she got the flame to ease as she bounded her way towards the child's screams.

"HELP!" Came a yelp from a closed wardrobe door to the left of the room.

Pulling the wardrobe open, she came eye to eye with a small boy, bundled up on his own, shaking. He was hidden in the wardrobe, his face tear stained.

"It's okay!" Spider-Man reassured, reaching out. The little boy flinched away from the touch, "I want my dad!"

"I know, I know, we'll find your dad don't worry." Spider-Man stated, "Let's get you out of here."

"Please don't hurt me!" The young boy cried, terrified at this masked person staring back at him.

"Hey, hey it's okay!" Panicked and not sure of what to do, Spider-Man reached up and ripped the mask of her face, "Look!" She held the mask up, "I'm just a normal girl. It's okay, I'm here to help." She reassured.

The boy still looked conflicted but nodded, "Okay..." His eyes then falling to the mask in her hand.

"Here," Beca handed it towards him, "Put it on... it'll make you strong."

The boy lifted the mask and pulled it over his head before grabbing the hand that was held out towards him.

"What's your name?" The brunette asked, her voice calm as she lifted the child up.

"Jack."

"Okay," Beca shuffled both of them through the doorway, keeping Jacks face inwards as to not get hurt, "Let's get you out of here Jack."

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A/N: thank you to all who have followed, commented or liked this story! You keep me going.