I was planning on this being an OC fighting in the Battlerealm, but I decided to combine it with another story involving Spider-Man getting his powers from the same inter-dimensional trip that is famous for the Fantastic Four.

However, I am still planning this to just be a combination of the two. The OC will just be Peter Parker working at the Baxter building at first. The Collector will still make appearances and influence the events a smidge.

I hope that you all enjoy where I plan to take the story.

I am tapping my foot nervously as I wait for the person that is supposed to conduct my staff interview. It took a whole lotta favors and luck to even get this close to a job.

I mean come on. It is the Baxter Building. They don't just let anyone work here. That means I must razzle and dazzle them until they have to give me a job. Hopefully.

I tap out some instructions into my phone and I hope that I can make this work. If I mess up this first impression, I won't have a chance to recover.

All in all, it is not that horrible of a waiting room. Two doors which allow for a bit of separation between the laboratory area and the public section. Inside the room, there is a metal table with two plastic chairs. The chairs are the kind that are semi-comfortable to sit in, unless you are stuck in them for hours. The rest of the room is painted a soothing shade of blue with a light gray carpet to seal off the look.

I drum my fingers on the table and look around, wondering if I am being recorded and studied to determine information about me. With this level of job, I wouldn't be surprised. This might be a test for my patience. They probably did a deep dive into my desktop search history since middle school. Good thing that they won't find any porn there. Wait, should there be? Am I going to lose this job because I didn't do something that a normal hormonal teenager would do?

I am pulled out of the early stages of what was shaping up to be an anxiety attack about what the ideal amount of porn in a person's search history should be by someone entering the room.

I am promptly shocked by seeing an incredibly attractive blonde woman as the interviewer. Her blond hair is tied up into a bun with a few strands loose to accentuate the features of her face. She is wearing a blue blouse and black knee length skirt that hug her curves to perfection. She finishes off the look with a pair of short heels and a white lab coat.

When she sees me, she gives me a smile. "Hello, Peter," she says, taking a seat in the chair opposite of mine. "I will be the one conducting your entrance interview today."

"Oh my God," I say. "You're Susan Storm. Your the top geneticist of pretty much anywhere. I read you paper on the ability of some single-celled organisms to repair harmful changes to their genetic code. Your work in gene therapy is light years ahead of just about anyone else in the field."

"Call me Sue," she says with a small grin at being recognized. "I am surprised that you know so much about me. From your application, you are mainly an engineer from the looks of it. Chemical, mechanical, and electrical. I didn't think that you would be so familiar with genetics research."

"Oh, I read a little about everything," I say. "I don't really do all that much biology stuff, if I am being honest. My friend used to be the expert on that stuff, though. You were pretty much her idol for the entire time that I knew her."

"Thanks," Sue says. "It is always great to be recognized for one's work. Now, can you tell me a little about yours?"

"Well, for chemistry, I have been developing a liquid solution that when compressed and fired out of a specially designed nozzle produces a substance similar to the webs of a spider. So far, I have developed the chemical composition to the point where it can hold around 200 pounds with a single strand."

"That is impressive," Sue says, nodding before writing something down on her clipboard. "What kind of applications are you thinking about using it for?"

"One major thing could be as a tool," I say. "It could reinforce weakened sections of a building and allow emergency workers to access people in disaster zones with less danger of a structural collapse. I can add compounds that make the webs capable of withstanding intense heat and fire. It could be used to put out a fire if you apply it right. It can also serve as a great insulator. This could help in an electrical situation by being able to patch a bit of exposed wire temporarily. It can also be used as a non-lethal weapon. You would be able to web up all of the bad guys in a police raid without ever having to fire a shot. Bonus, it also can serve as great handcuffs since it sticks to the bad guy. The great thing is that I can create a temporary version as well as a counter agent to dissolve the more permanent stuff."

"That is surprisingly versatile," Sue says with am impressed look on her face. "Are you working on anything else?"

"I am also working on small drones," I say. I lift up a consistent sitting next to my chair and set it down on the table. "I brought a sample batch. Just so you know, they are spider-themed as well."

"What can they do?" Sue asks.

"They can scan and create 3-D models of environments," I say. "They can be used for search an rescue by traveling into minute openings in debris and finding any survivors or fatalities. They provide one hundred percent coverage if given enough time to work. Additionally, they can also be used in conjuncture with my web fluid. The larger size of my spider drones are designed to be able to carry a cartridge of web fluid internally. They can release it through a port in their head and manipulate the resulting web with their front two legs. Theoretically, this would allow them to scout out an area, reinforcing floors along the way, and protect the team of emergency workers that are making their way to an injured person."

"Which kind did you bring?"

"There is an old saying. 'Bigger is better.' So I thought, let's go for it," I say with a grin. As if planned by a higher power, my phone releases an automatic alert. 'Program Charlotte's Web is completed,' the smartphone says in a low tone.

I don't even say anything. I just point up at the ceiling of the interview room and Sue's gaze follows until she sees what is on t he ceiling.

I had unleashed the spider drones after waiting for about ten minutes. I programmed a little message that I wanted them to write while I waited for the interviewer.

Sue sees the message spelled out in webbing and was almost definitely reminded of the Charlotte's Web story. The one about the pig getting hyped up by a spider buddy. I had recreated that with a new spin.

There was a message written out in webs above the interview table. It said:

SO, HOW ABOUT THAT JOB?

I have never felt prouder than when Sue turns back to me and asks me, "When can you start?"

This is my first foray into writing fan fiction off my favorite stuff, so be gentle with the reviews please. However, please help me improve by giving me some helpful feedback. I have most of the origin plot line planned out so that should not be a problem. Thanks for the views. Make sure to read, review, favorite, and follow.