The Exceptional Spider-Man

by spaceyspider

With great power comes great responsibility. In the world of Earth 76-00, Nathaniel Miller is a regular high school senior who wears his heritage as a Mohawk on his sleeve. After meeting his Chemistry teacher, Professor Parker, Nathaniel is thrown into a world that needs a hero: someone like Spider-Man, even if his powers are a result of a careless accident.

8. Chapter 7

The Spider was approximately the size of his thumbnail, climbing on the walls of the vial. Its underbelly was a dark black, almost void like as it seemed to stare into Nathaniel's being. He'd never seen any bug quite like this one. Maybe it was a newly discovered species? Maybe it was plucked straight off of a tree trunk in the deepest bowels of the Amazon jungle. Whatever it was, it did NOT look friendly.

At the nearest sight of motion, it became aggressive and erratic, trying in vain to escape its glass confinement. Nathaniel was almost shocked at how angry the spider seemed, trying desperately to attack.

What in the world was Professor Parker doing with a spider? In a school? In his backpack?

It must've been a mistake, there was no possible explanation for why Professor Parker would plant a spider for him to find. Should he give it back? Probably. In New York State were spider's considered personal property? it was settled inside his mind: he'd go find Professor Parker right now, give him his weird little pet and get the hell out.

It was easy as-

As he got up, his feet seemed to become tangled in one and other, causing him to fall forward, flat on his face. The vial hit the floor was a quiet and unclimactic smash. The spider was finally free.

the first thing it did was a search for the nearest thing to take out its anger on. The fleshy hand of a teenage boy seemed to do the trick. It scuttled onto the top of Natahiel's right hand, aiming for a vein and...

Bite.

Nathaniel got up in a rush, looking at the creature that now lay dead on his skin. Oh my god, he had killed it.

Or had it killed itself? He wondered if the spider's bite was a one-time affair, as the stinger of a bee was. He stared at the bite, a huge swollen bump that was starting to envelop his knuckle. Damn, that spider did mean business.

"Holy shit. What am I going to tell Professor Parker?"

'I'm very sorry sir, I accidentally killed your spider.'

Maybe the spider wasn't even important. Maybe it was just something he'd found in a park and thought it had looked interesting. He'd wait for Professor Parker to come to him. He'd play stupid. "Spiders, what are spiders? Never seen one before on my life. I used to think they were like unicorns."

This was going to be a big problem.