Chapter 1
New Beginnings
Carl Parker looked up at his grandfather, his mouth agape. "WHAT?" "You have Spider DNA running through your blood. You need to learn to harness them," Peter repeated for his dazed grandson. "But..." Carl began, but Peter held up his hand. "Follow me," he said. Carl did as he told and Peter led him to the barn (they lived on a farm). "Climb up to that loft," Peter ordered. Carl hurried up and looked down at his grandfather for more orders. "Now, hold out your palm and make them look like a longhorn's head...Good. Now stick your thumb out...Good..." Carl couldn't believe what he was doing. He must look like an idiot. "Now put your palm down a bit and that should..." But by then a web had shot across the barn and latched onto the other wall. "OK, good. Jump and swing." Peter ordered once more. Carl looked at him as if he were crazy. Peter just stared him down. Finally Carl jumped and swung. It had worked! Peter smiled. A new hero had been born.
5 years later, Carl turned 18 and went off to college at NYU. He never forgot the line his grandfather told him over and over. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' Now Carl needed to decide if he should take up Spiderman or not...Bang! Carl fell flat to the ground. Someone had bumped him into a pole. He turned and looked up to see a dorky looking guy standing over him. "Oh god! Sorry man!" The guy held out a hand and Carl took it. "Hey! My name is Alan Broodman!" he said. "Hi, I'm Carl Parker," Carl responded. "WOW!" Alan exclaimed, "first day on campus! I'm revved for Science class!" "Um, which one?" Carl asked him. "All of them!" he told Carl. What a weirdo, Carl thought, but he was nice and was the first person to even bother to introduce themselves. When Carl got to his classroom, he said goodbye to Alan and walked in. Little did he know that Alan would be more trouble than he's worth.
Alan Broodman walked through the doors of his apartment. What a bad day! No one bother saying hello besides that guy Carl. Everyone was too busy laughing at him. Damn, he hated them! There had to be someway that he could be cool! THERE HAD TO BE!!!! Maybe he could invent something...Yes! That was it! If he made something useful, the girls would be swarming on him and the guys would be jealous! But what could he invent? OF COURSE!! That guy back about 56 years ago...Dr. Otto Octavius or Doc Ock! He had those arms! But he had made miscalculations on them...Alan could correct those and be the coolest guy on campus. He worked hard into the night for a few weeks, but finally he had them! His Ock Arms would be a breakthrough and he would be popular. Nobody would laugh at him now...
New Beginnings
Carl Parker looked up at his grandfather, his mouth agape. "WHAT?" "You have Spider DNA running through your blood. You need to learn to harness them," Peter repeated for his dazed grandson. "But..." Carl began, but Peter held up his hand. "Follow me," he said. Carl did as he told and Peter led him to the barn (they lived on a farm). "Climb up to that loft," Peter ordered. Carl hurried up and looked down at his grandfather for more orders. "Now, hold out your palm and make them look like a longhorn's head...Good. Now stick your thumb out...Good..." Carl couldn't believe what he was doing. He must look like an idiot. "Now put your palm down a bit and that should..." But by then a web had shot across the barn and latched onto the other wall. "OK, good. Jump and swing." Peter ordered once more. Carl looked at him as if he were crazy. Peter just stared him down. Finally Carl jumped and swung. It had worked! Peter smiled. A new hero had been born.
5 years later, Carl turned 18 and went off to college at NYU. He never forgot the line his grandfather told him over and over. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' Now Carl needed to decide if he should take up Spiderman or not...Bang! Carl fell flat to the ground. Someone had bumped him into a pole. He turned and looked up to see a dorky looking guy standing over him. "Oh god! Sorry man!" The guy held out a hand and Carl took it. "Hey! My name is Alan Broodman!" he said. "Hi, I'm Carl Parker," Carl responded. "WOW!" Alan exclaimed, "first day on campus! I'm revved for Science class!" "Um, which one?" Carl asked him. "All of them!" he told Carl. What a weirdo, Carl thought, but he was nice and was the first person to even bother to introduce themselves. When Carl got to his classroom, he said goodbye to Alan and walked in. Little did he know that Alan would be more trouble than he's worth.
Alan Broodman walked through the doors of his apartment. What a bad day! No one bother saying hello besides that guy Carl. Everyone was too busy laughing at him. Damn, he hated them! There had to be someway that he could be cool! THERE HAD TO BE!!!! Maybe he could invent something...Yes! That was it! If he made something useful, the girls would be swarming on him and the guys would be jealous! But what could he invent? OF COURSE!! That guy back about 56 years ago...Dr. Otto Octavius or Doc Ock! He had those arms! But he had made miscalculations on them...Alan could correct those and be the coolest guy on campus. He worked hard into the night for a few weeks, but finally he had them! His Ock Arms would be a breakthrough and he would be popular. Nobody would laugh at him now...