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Chapter 3: Interaction

Downtown Manhattan Friday 8:00 AM

Harry, sits in the back seat, next to his father Norman Osborn. Harry has inherited a lot from his father a long haircut brushed up, some disquieting facial tics, and presumably, a fortune should anything happen to his beloved father. Norman stares out the window with a newspaper in his lap, shaking his head.

"Anything wrong, Dad? You hardly said a word all the way from the house." Harry couldn't believe that Peter told him that father didn't care for him, it had to be false right? Then again he told him as well he will help him gain his father's approval.

"You'll have to get dinner yourself tonight, I need to work late."

Harry cringed, they really never got spend time with each other ever since his mother died at childbirth the man was cold or uncaring yet something was definitely up, "They say if you talk about something that worries you, you take away its power."

"I was under the impression you asked me to give you a lesson on how to manage the company, not deliver a therapy speech on the way."

"Sorry…" He whispers

Norman looks at him, something very definitely on his mind; Harry has been trying to have some father and son bonding though has been unsuccessful, Norman could careless, he was a busy man, he was not about to baby him all his life he needed to learn to be a man on his own. He glances up, notices the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror as they dart away from him.

"John, do you mind?"

"Not at all, sir."

Two icy blue eyes, are now darting rapidly back and forth, consuming the Wall Street Journal news as the car crawls through busy midtown traffic of Manhattan. Norman's jaw fixes in a tight line. He folds put his paper down and stares at the rain as it pounds on the tinted windows; 'It is one hell of a day out there'.

We are looking down from high atop a cold black monolithic skyscraper that stands in the middle of Manhattan. Tall, searing red letters atop the building announce its resident: O.S.C.O.R.P. Far, far down in the street, Norman walks from the car, parked at the curb, Norman turns to his son, "I don't appreciate the amateur psychoanalysis. Maybe you should stop seeing Dr. Hirsch, you're starting to think you've got his degree."

"Is it the company? If there's a problem, you could tell me about it. Is there?" Harry could have sworn he heard the voice of Peter more particularly 'Norman doesn't care about you…I don't think he does nor will he, heck I don't even know if he loved his wife.' Harry doesn't remember much about his mother only seen the picture she was very beautiful, still his father rarely talks about her with him stuck with his father, it was a chore trying to seek his father acknowledgment.

The older Osborn replies, "Considering OSCORP's market capitalization just exceeded the gross national product of Spain, the answer to your question is no, there's nothing wrong with the company."

"Then what?" Harry responds

"How many private academies have you been kicked out of or rather flunked?" Harry looks down at his feet it was far more interesting than where this conversation was going, Norman continued "Has it sunk in for you that you're now attending a public school? Are you aware of the ramifications of that?"

"I like it better." Harry says feebly, "I feel more at home and not privileged."

Osborn's eyes narrow a bit; "One day you will inherit OSCORP. One day you will run my company. My grandfather's company. Since you asked Harry, that's what worries me. In fact, it terrifies me."

Harry mumbles something inaudible, humiliated. Maybe Peter was right, his father doesn't trust him at all especially he's saying that he couldn't run OSCORP what would be the point of trying to gain his approval. Sure he flunked out of every private school but he did it because he didn't want to like one those guys who have a rich relative and being handed every single thing on a silver platter, now that wasn't every rich kid though the majority rules. Take for example a female ex-classmate of his Felicia Hardy. Now that girl is tremendously spoiled brat, acting all high and mighty like the world must all bow down to her nearly all the teachers passed her anyway while she barely did any work or even study for an exam. Why? Her mother Lydia Hardy paid off or bribed most of the teacher to pass her daughter. They only briefly chatted becoming acquaintances exchanging numbers due to a project that was due for the majority that was it; they haven't really spoken with each other in a good while. Harry believed in hard work, not taking a short way out of life not to mention he missed his friend Peter, his best friend believed in him when others did not.

Norman continued to blast Harry, "You may have been given the name Osborn, but you haven't earned it." In the front of the building, immediately covered by a sea of umbrellas carried by a group of security guards who raced out to meet the CEO of the company. "Are you going to disappoint me?"

Harry turns, he doesn't dare raise his eyes to his father's. His mouth moves, he's going to try to answer, but he's afraid of his father might say.

"Remember Harry you wanted to come with me on how things are run, now I won't repeat myself again are you going to disappoint me?"

Actually, Peter was the one who convinced him on Wednesday to take the day off from school today to see how OSCORP is run by his father thanks to him (Harry) blurting out his father going to OSCORP, his friend stated that since he was going to inherit the company, he said to him 'Learn what you can so that way you know how the game works…'

"No, sir…"

"Good…"

Suddenly, both rear doors fly open, pulled smartly by security men in suits, and Norman bolts sharply out of the car. Harry follows, somewhat dreading whatever is to come inside that building. Doubt began to fill him.

"Walk beside me, not behind!" Norman barks at him. Harry steps up his pace to fall in beside his father. They reach an elevator, one of the two glass ones that cling to the side of the building. The twin elevators are guarded by two more guards, wires in their ears and sunglasses drenched from the rain. One set of doors whooshes open as Harry and Norman approach; they step inside. Once the doors close. Harry turns to his father.

"Umm…anything that I need to know?"

"You'll learn on your own Harry."

Harry shoulders slump, "That really doesn't help me out at all."

Osborn reaches past him and pushes one of only two silver buttons on the panel next to the door. Inside the elevator, a motor starts to hum and the elevator moves, instead of going up like a normal evaluator it zips downward. Large red and white horizontal stripes whip past as the elevator drops far into the ground beneath the streets of Manhattan; "I abhor weakness. I don't permit it in myself; I won't tolerate it in you. Running a company is a lot more than handing out paychecks."

"Dad I get it but what exactly do you need me to be aware of?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Osborn thinks to himself; 'Conner's, Octavius you better have something important to show me.'

The elevator stops and the doors opened on a massive underground laboratory with row after row of test tubes, beakers, piles of micro-circuitry, half-assembled devices, scribbled formulas, schematics, and finally warning signs.

A lab worker notices Osborn. She turns and hurries across the floor in the opposite direction, urgently, passing an aerodynamically perfected boogie board, with upturned fins on each side, footholds carved into the top of each wing, and a single row of switches down the middle of the center tube, which is a pushing forward a system of some kind. While the device hovers over a bench, a technician wears a lightweight, super tight-fitting helmet, eyes protected behind the big yellowish-green plastic bags that make it look like an evil insect's head. As the technician turns his head, the device responds, pointing up when he raises his head up, banking to the side with a turn of the head.

The lab worker approaches a raised platform, where two men in a long white lab coat are working in front of a large glassed room. One of them had his arms are plugged into a device of some kind and on the other side of the wall, where four long telescoping metal tentacles emerge, working delicately with a maze of interlocking chemical tubes and Micronics circuitry sealed in a glass-walled isolation tank where strange gases leak from the tubes. The other scientist was taking notes and noting down everything that the other one did, but the only difference with this scientist was that he had a mechanical right limb.

The lab worker hurries up beside him and gently whispers in his ear, "Otto..."

Octavius said to her, "Rosie? What is it, my love…?"

The lab worker named Rosie looked back saw Osborn coming towards them, "It's Mr. Osborn, and he's here in the lab, my dear husband."

The man turns and we see the face of Dr. Otto Octavius, intense, driven, ferocious concentration under hooded brows. Jet black hair, opal-white skin that looks as if it's never seen the light of day. He sees Norman Osborn over his wife's shoulder, already coming up the stairs to the platform. Harry trailing behind him.

Octavius sighs turning back to his work.

"Good morning, Doctor..." He casts a glance inside the isolation tank, where the robotic arms wave, in constant elegant motion, "Or shall I call you Dr. Octopus?"

"I don't have time for insults, what do you want Mr. Osborn?" His wife nudges to not let get to him

His companion let a small chuckle, "Come now Otto, where's your sense of humor?"

He turned around to reveal a tan looking man in his late 30's, with brown hair and blue eyes and a wide smile came across his face, wearing a white coat with one of the sleeves rolled up to the top with another hand holding a clipboard "How are you Norman?"

"Fine, Connors just fine, I want an update. What are you two working on right now?"

Annoyed, Octavius touches a foot pedal at the base of the robotic arm device he's wearing. A metal corset that grips his torso automatically opens, releasing him from its grasp. His wife poured coffee from a nearby pot handing to him, "Human Performance Enhancers otherwise known as the green formula…"

"How's it going?"

Connors was the one who spoke, "We're nearly there. We tried vapor inhalation with rodent subjects; they showed an 800 percent increase in strength. Intellectual capacity increased beyond measurable limits of testing, and maze-solving ability became nearly instantaneous."

Osborn was impressed, "Excellent. What are the side-effects?"

Octavius just shrugs as he takes a sip from his coffee mug, "Propensity toward violence, central nervous system breakdown, domination obsession, decompensating, insanity, and finally death."

Osborn stroked his chin, "So they become stronger and smarter, but it kills them. Not exactly marketable yet is it? How about the other projects?"

"All good, individual airborne transports are all tested, they look fine, and hallucination orbs are good to go. Manufacture can start in a month; we can deliver the supplies to the government by the end of the year. You're going to make another fortune, Norman." Dr. Connors stated

"That's what I'd hoped to hear."

"Dr. Octavius..." Timidly Harry spoke, all eyes were on him

Octavius turns, "Can I help you, young man?"

Norman raises an eyebrow, "Well?"

Harry swallows, his heart was racing a mile minute he could have sworn that he was sweating like a god, "Uhh…well are…y-you working on an alternate source of energy?"

"Why yes we are, why do you ask?"

"Uh…you see sir I am curious about how it works. If one day I am to inherit OSCORP I would l-like to know where I can help…"

Norman looked at his son then at Octavius sighing in defeat, Harry was going to be a lost cause. Octavius looked at the younger Osborn, he was nervous that much he could tell yet he was kinder than his father despite the resemblance, he nudged with his finger for him to come closer Harry obeyed; "I'll let you in on a little secret there is an expo coming up next month on the 12th of May, if you interested bring a friend over and I'll give you a show along with a college report essay on fusion power."

"Will do sir."

Rosie smiles at the young Osborn when he looks at her, he couldn't help but smile back. Norman was meh, he applauded his son for stepping in the right direction still it wasn't enough.

Octavius finishes his coffee and places it in the sink, "If that's all...I like to get back to work, Curtis." He steps back into the robotic arm device, hits the foot pedals once again. The metal corset holds him in its grip again and he goes back to work with his co-worker. Osborn turns and leaves the three scientists to their work.

"Oh, Norman…" Osborn turned around to face the back of Otto's head, "The board of directors will be coming in two weeks you better be ready with the green formula or they will foreclose this facility down and who wants that…"

Osborn muttered a curse under his breath, "Thank you Otto for reminding me." Once he left, he cursed Octavius in his thoughts, 'One of these days these people are going to sabotage my grandfather's legacy."

At the school library desk Peter has a sketch pad in front of him and is drawing rapidly on the paper, it has an outline of a couple human figures both male and female with various costume possibilities, which was drawn a few days ago. He drew one with a black suit with a white spider in the middle covering up the red and blue, another he'd drawn was female this one was covered black and white with a hint of magenta around the eyes and the biceps as well a bit in the inside of the hood.

'Speaking of the hood; that reminds me I'm going to need to clone this body to make sure Ben Reilly and Kaine are alive not to mention I have to make sure I take care of that clone degeneration for Kaine. If I recall correctly he was the most aggressive out of the clones due to that fact. But about that girl clone Jessica Drew well if the original Drew girl is around that means the female clone can't have that name, I keep forgetting who were the other clones but I'll figured it out later…'

He made a costume for Cindy more importantly he figured out the problem for that scarf mask; he kept it the same with the webbing over all of her body from the neck to the knees covered in black for the legs and arms with two red finger-tips for both the right and left however the figure that wore the Silk costume had another mask covering her face completely while the scarf was around her lower half of the face with the top allowing the hair to flow freely. That was the problem when wearing a half mask if the villains were smart enough to look you straight in the eyes they could potentially recognize you in civilian form so problem solved.

He looked at one of the other female figure wearing a red and yellow spandex suit with the black widow insignia colored in yellow, "Poor Jess…right now she's in the hands of Hydra probably inside that incubator, I'm going to need Fury's help in locating her before any damage is done…"

As he finishes his drawing a familiar redhead sneaks up behind him, inching her way making sure that the boy is lost in his thoughts before she touches his back.

"Boo…" Peter jumps in his seat, spins around with a fist ready to attack, his supposed attacker muffles a giggle from escaping her mouth as she takes a seat in front of him.

"Geez, MJ why don't you give me a heart attack…"

"I'm sorry I couldn't resist you look too nerdy with whatever it is your working on."

Peter tried to put on his best playful anger face that he could muster, "FYI: I was working on some sketches on various costumes one day so I will be a very famous designer for a major company."

Mary Jane squealed in glee, "Oooh, let me see, let me see, let me see…"

Handing over his sketch book the redhead teen flipped through drawings, she was amazed while confused. Amazed at Peter's artistic ability as she read the names of each of the following costumes, Classic Spider-Man, Spider-Phoenix, Dusk, Insulated Suit, Spider-Man Unlimited, and Symbiote Spider-Man. She was confused because there was no clothes or anything that said he wanted to go into fashion designing so what gives?

"I don't get it where are the clothes?"

Peter nudges with his finger to her to lean in close, "Remember when I said that we can change the world with these powers?" The red nodded her head, "Well these costumes are for just for that reason."

Mary Jane blinked rapidly, 'Are you saying you want to enter into this crime-fighting lifestyle of a vigilantly? Peter that's insane you can't just take the law into your own that's the police job, not yours!"

"Who said I wanted to be a dark and brooding type of character who goes around with guns blazing just because my kid and wife were murdered by some notorious crime lord figure known as the Kingpin?" Peter shake his head, his eyes never leaving her green ones, "No red, that's not who I want to be. I just want to help people who are in danger in suffocating in that fire, I want to stop that guy who has that helpless man or woman in a mugging, I want to catch that person from falling off that skyscraper I want to be a hero who does the right things." Mary Jane looked at him skeptically, Peter shrugged leaning back in his chair, "Hey if you want to join me that is up to you no one else is going to make the decision for you my dear Watson. You have been given a gift that most would call a burden, I'll be frank with you we didn't ask for these powers, I certainly wasn't looking for them. Now that we do have them are just going to let people get because of that?"

(Chibi poofs in: Don't believe him folks; he knew what he was getting himself into.)

The red head looked at the sketches once again processing what the nerdy teen said, she flipped the book until she came across her name. She swallowed as she saw herself beautifully drawn with her face unmasked in various costume and poses, Peter didn't miss not even the slightest detail when it came to her features he got her completely with her hair, face, and assets in certain ways that left her breath in her throat.

The first one she saw of the several of the costumes was her in a mostly white spandex with red that reached around the shoulders to the middle section of her chest going around her hips like a pair of sweatpants, with red shoes and a red mask in her hand. The second one was a bit darker red with a black jacket covering her with a zipper obviously showing in the middle of the red spider. In this picture her face was fully covered by a red mask while her hair was free, it was a mix of red and black between her arms and fingers as well on the thighs to the knees; the red spandex spots at the tip of the toes where it is white.

The third was a bit more revealing at least around the abdomen, the color red was still there for the shirt and pants only this time it had a yellow spider in the middle of the chest as well wearing a backpack while wearing brown gloves with some bandages on her forearms. The mask had half of a widow symbol while the goggles maintained a light blue tint revealing her eyes. Finally, she stops at the second to last one with a red mask covering her half her face allowing her to breathe better, hair flow while it reached her bellybutton or an inch after. She saw that the figure who represented her had red shoes on that reached almost to the knees while her hands had black gloves with the red expanding to her elbows.

"Wait, turn the page." Peter said

She did, the last drawing was basically similar to the lined spider of Peter draws only this drawing had the spider insignia wrapping around the shoulder with lines covering the face and arms with half a red and blue boot.

After five minutes of gazing dumbfounded on the drawings MJ looked at the brown haired teen, "You have too much free time on your hands."

Peter chuckled as he patted MJ on the head, "That's what happens when you have a brain like mine along with artistic ability."

Our female protagonist slapped his arm playfully as they both laughed a little too loud, earning them a 'shush' from the librarian. Once they muffled their laughter Peter got up from his seat and went to fetch a book.

"But really it's up to you if you want to help out with this or not. I'm not going to force you into joining Mary Jane but the invitation will be opened for you." Peter said as he returns with a book called "Principles of Sewing". He takes copious notes on how to sew a costume, they sit in silence for a little while.

Mary Jane breaks the silence, "Are you going to say the same thing to Gwen and that Cindy girl?"

"I am…"

An attractive girl walks past the both of them; she looks over to where the redhead is sitting questioning her to why she was hanging out with the nerd. She saw what the geek was doing, began to laugh silently until the redhead called her out on it.

"You know you never know when it will come in handy one day, your clothes will be ripped and mommy and daddy won't be there to fix it for you."

Suddenly the book slams closed on her fingers this earned a pained glare from the redhead. Peter looks at her sheepishly, "Oops…sorry…"

Many of the students could not believe their eyes if they haven't seen it, the most popular girl in school was actually hanging out with the nerdiest guy in school and not to mention his companion Harry Osborn. News traveled fast around the school and when it finally reached Flash and his crew, they decided to confront her. Jaws dropped almost immediately to the floor when they saw Mary Jane and Peter and Harry having lunch together at the usual spot Osborn and Parker sit, the three of them were having a good time laughing and talking.

After lunch MJ was at her locker alone dialing her combo when suddenly she heard footsteps of Flash and his crew as well as Liz's voice behind her, "MJ are you out of your mind?"

"Good afternoon to you too Liz." She said not bothering looking at her, "What are you referring to?"

"We saw you and that freak Peter Parker having lunch together again all nice and cozy, are you trying to kill your reputation?" Liz ask incredulously

The girl slammed her locker with annoyance; she had just about enough with people looking, questioning her soon to be friendship with Peter. She spun around to face her the clique she was used to hanging out with, well with the exception of Gwen, who mouthed, 'I didn't want any part in this they forced me.'

"Peter has his flaws, yes." Her tone was dangerously spiced with anger, "But he is a good person at heart, who has been trying to be a good friend to me recently, if you don't like it, that's tough! If you would stop teasing him and start to know him better than you would see what a sweet and hilarious guy he is and yes can be a little corny which is fine by me."

Without a second thought, she turned and walked to class with Gwen leaving the group joining her, "I could only imagine look of shock on Liz's face."

"Yeah, those guys are a bunch of jerks, what did I ever see in joining that group, I will never know."

"You can say that again."

Geometry class

A teacher is explaining a math equation "To find the area shown by this triangle, we must use the formula of ½ base time's height. As you can see my students the width of this triangle is 24 yet we do not know the segment of the height that represent it…"

Cindy couldn't help but think about what Peter said to her about her powers even though she should be paying attention to the teacher.

Flashback

"Please…" Cindy hugged him tightly scared for her life as she trembled under his embrace, "Help me…"

Peter rubbed her back gently, "Look I'm scared too about these powers Cindy…" He pulled her away from his body cupping her chin lifting it so they were eye to eye, he saw the fear in her eyes pleading for an explanation that would give her a sense of relief, "You have to maintain a strong posture you're changing into something more…"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say you, I and the two girls weren't looking for this, something else is coming and we have to be ready for it, we are going to be very important people in the near future." Cindy brow furrowed even further, "I can help you with these powers; train you if you will let me, these powers aren't a burden unless you want them to be."

"I just want them to go away." She whispered

"Hey…" He pulled her once again into a warm embrace, the Asian girl rested her head on his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat it soothed her a bit, "I hardly know you however we can be friends I'm going to leave my home phone number with an address for you in case you seek me out. I will take it as a sign of trust between you and me, however it's certain you can't wish these powers away unless you have a formula means to get rid of it." He got up while lending a hand to her, "One day you are going to be something important as I said if only you let that happen Ms. Bride." The raven-hair teen looked at him weirdly, he smiled without a care in the world after that statement then he added, "Look, I'm going to tell you right now sooner or later a man is going to be looking for you by the name of Ezekiel Sims don't tell him I told you I don't need people looking for me. He tells you the same thing with these powers only he'll lock you in a bunker and you won't get out until the next 13 years."

"Why? Why would he do that?"

"You're being hunted…"

"Hunted?"

"Seek me and you'll find out the truth." He went for a pen and paper that was on her dresser, after scribbling what he wanted he goes to the window after patting her on the shoulder, he stopped right when his foot touched the base, "Whatever you do don't go with Ezekiel no matter the cost if it can be avoided. Trust me he'll want to help yet you within a bunker won't mix plus what's coming is inevitable."

End of Flashback

The Moon teenager had more question than answers she reached into her pocket taking out the piece of paper. Her eyes narrowed, she wants answers and she was going to get them one way or another though what did he mean that something was coming was inevitable?

"Ms. Moon" The teacher called out

"I need to figure this out…"

"Indeed you do Ms. Moon now can you tell me what it is that you need to do in order to figure out the height of this triangle using this formula?"

The teen looked to where the teacher is pointing towards on the board, she bit her lip as she looked towards the equation of A=1/2 h*b. Her eyes gazed towards the figure of the triangle where it had on the two sides a 20 and the bottom 24 while the middle was a right square with a line in the middle.

"Uh…12?"

At home Parker residents 4:50 pm

"…And so Crusher Hogan continues to offer $3,000 to anyone who can stay just one round in the ring with him for three minutes!"The voice came from the announcer from a local wrestling community, Aunt May shook her head in disbelief, "Wait Hogan is now offering $10,000 to anyone who can stay just three minutes with him."

"Oh, that dreadful wrestler! I wish someone would put that big ox in his place."

Ben jested, "Maybe our boy Peter should take him on seeing how he is so fit."

"Benjamin Parker!" She gasped

"What? I was only kidding"

"Actually I might give it a shot."

"WHAT!" Both his relatives looked at him as he saw the shocked jaw dropped facial expression on their faces.

"What did I say? With my spider strength, I can easily put him down."

"Peter Benjamin Parker, I forbid you to even use your spider powers for personal gain!" Aunt May chided

Peter face turned with one of mock annoyance, "Geez Aunt May don't be such a killjoy it's not like I'm going to be going full on maximum spider on the guy beside I'll be wearing a mask the whole time so people won't see my face."

"Young man don't you dare talk back to me like that. I said no."

"Why not?" Peter challenged, "I could help you, Uncle Ben and Aunt May, the way you helped me. Maybe I might get a job later down the road to help pay some of the bills while you're retired. This might help a little, the bills aren't exactly free, I mean, how are we-"

"Paying bills is my job, not yours," Ben said in a firm voice getting up from his seat

Peter growled lightly, "I just want to help."

Uncle Ben kisses him on top of the head, "We love you for that, kiddo. We really do but you should be focused on your school, not this."

"I'm sure if mom and dad were able to see this I'm sure they would have agreed with me." The Alternate universe young adult knew he casually threw it out there yet the awkward silent was deafening it wasn't everyday he asked about the original's parents even though he knew who they are and what they were, 'I maybe inhabiting Peters body but that doesn't mean that I'm stupid when it comes to his family tree, I know for a fact that his parents were either S.H.I.E.L.D or government agents the question is now raised whatever happened to Teresa Parker? Peter's supposed younger sister, where is she?' Ben stiffened while Aunt May looked surprised at what her nephew just said, he continued, "We hardly speak of them at all what exactly happened to them?"

"Here we go again..." Ben sighed

"They worked for the government, didn't they?"

"It was a plane crash, son. Nothing more, and nothing less."

"There's got to be more the story than that Uncle Ben, I can see it in your eyes did they even mention if I was going to have a sibling?" Peter asked turning to his supposed uncle, "A little sister maybe?"

May shifted uncomfortably, "Why do you ask?"

"Don't know maybe it's because I'm tired of not being in know now as well as being alone more like being alone but hey that life right?"

(Cue Frank Sinatra That's Life song as chibi starts to sing; 'That's life! That's what all the people say…")

May swallowed yes Richard and Mary had talked about having another child they were going to try for a daughter to join the family, "Peter you're not alone you have your uncle and myself, don't ever say that you're alone." She got up embraced him tightly, "You're not alone."

Peter placed his forehead on her shoulder, he wasn't crying he was hiding the fact that there was a mischievous smile on his face, "I'm still going for that wrestling money."

"Peter Parker!"

The doorbell rings, the trio looked at one other no one was expecting company so who could that be? Ben went answered it to be face to face with a young woman.

"Hi, is Peter here?"

Ben grinned from ear to ear as he said, "Peter your girlfriend is here to see you."

"Who now?"

Peter rushed over to be face to face with Liz Allen, the brunette was not happy in the slightest especially after that girlfriend comment. The young bitten genetically altered boy raised a brow he wasn't sure what to make of the situation; 'I get that Peter was attracted to Liz in the comics but this is ridiculous wasn't Harry supposed to marry this girl? Oh well, better see what she wants…'

"Please come …" He stepped aside when her feet entered, it was obvious that she hasn't changed out of her cheerleading uniform so when he looked outside he saw that his uncle was talking to another man apparently her father, "…make yourself at home."

"This is where you live?"

"You got a problem with that?" He asked, "Were you expecting something else?"

Liz spun, her eyes studied Peter posture; he was not amused by the comment still her parents raised her better to insult someone else home so she wisely held her tongue instead said, "No it rather humble."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult…"

"Peter…" Aunt May warned, "Be nice."

"Sorry…" He said to his aunt may

"Hello dear…" She kissed the girl on the cheek who returned it, "Would you like a glass of water?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Parker…"

"Please call me Aunt May; Mrs. Parker makes me feel old."

"Okay, then Aunt…May…"

The older woman smiled as giving Peter a knowing wink, Peter raised a brow questioning her to why she was winking at him.

"Alright to my room for study session…"

"Remember kids try not to keep your hands to yourselves." Aunt May said with a laugh, Liz turned a bright red color while Peter went with the gag. In a Shakespearean voice, he said, "Why my dear aunt…you foiled my plan to deflower this young maiden, come my dear Allen we must drinketh from the fountain of knowledge least our youthfulness would disappear."

The laughter from the older woman was heard, she heard the footsteps disappear up the stairs when the door closed.

Ben came into the kitchen, "So what I miss?"

In his host room, Liz watches uninterested as he finishes up preparing the desk for the study session but apparently, not everyone was ready. "So what brings you here? It couldn't be for a social call Liz because you hate me with a passion."

He flopped down on his rolling chair staring at the brunette who sat down on his bed dropping her bag on the floor looking very bored, she pulled out her phone beginning to text someone; "Our stupid science teacher wants you to tutor me since you Mr. Geeky know a lot and always get an A+ in that class so here I am forced to hang out with you in order to pass his stupid class."

"Well when you stop texting your friends on the phone then maybe you'll pass the class, however, I don't think you want that to do you, Liz." Peter said calmly, "It's really not my fault you are failing."

She put the phone down eyes narrowed looking at his stoic face, "Look let's get this over with so I can move on with my life."

1 hour later the A.R. young adult was getting frustrated with this girl, he had been trying to explain how the biological system work in the organ system or body system which a group of organs that work together to perform a certain task with little success to get this teenager off her phone, he gritted his teeth 'It was a good thing that she backed up her iPhone into her computer, I'm about to do something very drastic.'

"This chapter Liz is about how biological system interact…" He said annoyed

"Anything in there on how biological system is boring?" She sneered still texting

"Right, because that will help so much in a class in order to pass it."

However, she ignored him giggling at a text message Flash sent, Peter's eyes dropped half way he got up from his chair snatched the phone from her hand.

"Hey give that back!" She cried, Liz tried to reach for the phone, Peter was quick as well as stronger then the girl held her back with his five finger-tips to the chest. The next thing he did was crushing the cellphone using his spider strength, Liz was in completely stunned mouth agape.

"Wha…why would you do that!" Liz shrieked, "That phone cost $500 dollars!"

"This can be replaced!" He growled, he held up his textbook pushing it in her chest which she grabbed stunned, "This cannot be replaced! You only go through school once after that it's finding a job that can suit you. Look this tutor thing is for you not me so when you are ready to learn let me know otherwise get out of my room and get out of my house…" He opened the door, "If you are still here than I will know that you are going to take this seriously if not good day to you Ms. Liz Allen and I hope you fail for the year, no one is going to hire a brat for the job who can't do a simple task like pay attention."

He stormed off downstairs while tossing the broken phone back to her side. Liz stared still at the empty space, this was not shy or geeky Peter that she knew. Who was he and where was shy, timid, crushing on her Petey…wait a minute Petey? No it wasn't Petey, no way in her mind would she call him that! Whoever this was is not to be trifled with, the tiger let out a roar and it was not ignored.

"I cannot believe he did that." Liz sat back down on the bed, she thought for a moment, "He really was being patient with me so I guess this serves me right."

Peter grumbled when he came back 3 minutes later with two cups of water in hand. Liz was still there still in a daze then he said, "Are you ready to learn or are you going to waste my time?"

"L-learn…" She found her voice, she took the drink when he offered it

"Good…now it's 6:05 PM I want to be done by dinner time so let's focus or else you can leave." He jerked his thumb to the door, "I have no patients with people who will not put the effort in when they need it the most."

OSCORP 6:09 PM

In one of the main lab's scientist, Curt Connor along with Mr. Storm has been studying their genetically modified eels. They wonder how is that they were going to harness this energy to make it as an alternate source of consumption a more clean version of energy instead of relying on Coal or fossil fuel.

"We've been forced to increase the filter for the bioelectric filter."

"Excuse me, we?" A man in a blue jumpsuit said

"Pardon me we've been forcing Max to help with the increase of filter output.

"Just saying…"

"Curt?"

The scientist turned to face a woman with light red hair, "I'm going to pick up Billy from soccer practice."

"Alright dear, I need to stay behind and wait for Max to finish up."

"Okay, see you home." The woman kissed her husband on the cheek leaving them to their studies

Curt returns to a microscope as he studies the man known as Max started to unhook one of the panels for the filter. He struggled a bit so he relented his drill powered tool on top of the machine. As he struggled to pull the drill started to shake its way across filter Curt noticed it.

"Max wait!"

It was too late, Curt and Dr. Strom watched in horror as the electrician was electrocuted when he reached for his power tool on the sparking controls. The scream of agony was deafening as he was smashed against the tank which burst right after due to the sheer electrical shock that was happening.

The screams got louder and louder until finally, it stopped, there was an eerie silence that ensued after, Curt couldn't risk himself to check on the down man the floor was still lively with electricity so instead, he raced for the phone.

"Thank you for dialing 911 this is Kat, what is your emergency?"

LXD: Still reediting the story