Chapter 03: With Great Power Finale
"So care to tell me how this happened?" A man with reddish brown hair asked, dressed in a business suit, gesturing to the dead spider experiment in a container. "Who the hell let it out of containment."
"That's what we're trying to find out sir." Dr. Warren told his boss. "But all the cameras were down for a good few minutes during the school trip."
"Typical, something related to my son shows up and everything goes to crap." Norman Virgil Osborn muttered in annoyance. "And we don't know who hacked us?"
"We're doing our best to find out who-."
"You're best is not good enough." Norman interrupted beyond angry. "I want to know who has the gall to do this."
Norman kept replaying the moment as the cameras went off with a frown when he ordered Dr. Warren out.
No one steals from him and gets away with it, Norman swears if it was Fisk, he won't care if that fat lub of tar was the Kingpin of Crime, he would pay-.
Norman narrowed his eyes and replayed a scene.
The video showed Stromm in two different places at once.
"There we go." Peter backed up from his work with an approving nod in his bedroom with the door and windows closed.
He decided to use the five hundred to help make the suit for the showmanship, being sure that he'll make more money down the road and he has to say he liked what was done.
It looked like a simple one piece with a hood, given a more urban look for parkour considering how agile he was. Making it really didn't take too long considering how he was taught by his aunt how to sew a long time ago.
Getting all the materials as well as making it took nearly a week and that was when he wasn't working on his second little project.
Speaking of which, Peter turned to the chemistry set that his Aunt and Uncle bought for him with a smile while two mechanical wrist devices were nearby.
He finally managed to work out the formula's that his Dad left behind and came up with a unique way to use them.
Taking a small sample of the chemical, he placed some in a small slot he made specifically in the web shooters before he aimed it at the wall and pressed a lever.
'Thwip.'
"Ha, what spider is without their webs?" Peter gloated with a grin.
This was amazing.
Placing the devices on his wrists, careful not to press the levers, Peter began to try on the costume and pretty soon he held the mask he made specifically for it, the lenses for the eyes he 'borrowed' without permission from the Drama Department as they had plenty of two-way mirrors for props.
Pulling the mask on, Peter admired himself in the mirror. "Got the look and the webs, now I just need a name." He mused to himself before snapping his fingers. "Spider-Man, that's as good a name as any."
Firing another webline to the ceiling, the newly named 'Spider-Man' hung upside down by the web.
"And they mocked me for being a science geek when only one could make something as cool as this." Spider-Man sounded pretty proud of himself for this achievement. "And despite the hood on this, I can still wear this costume underneath my street clothes."
After climbing to the top of the web, Spider-Man let go and did a double flip before landing in a small crouch, almost effortlessly.
"Time to call Ed."
"I'm seeing it with my own eyes folks and I still don't believe it!" An announcer said as Spider-Man was easily raking in an audience with his amazing acrobatic feats, stunning them by shooting webs and doing death-defying stunts, the last one swinging above the audience in the room, doing a flip and kicking off the wall all the way to the stage, landing from a height that no man could survive without injury in a pose.
Cheers erupted from the stands from his first ever show, he was really becoming an overnight sensation, especially when it was let loose that he was the guy who beat Crusher.
"There you have it folks, the Amazing, no the Spectacular Spider-Man!" The Announcer said above the cheers. "What stunt will he do next?"
Using his webbing to launch himself in the air, Spider-Man grabbed a bar and swung around before slowly dropping himself with a strand of webbing, hanging upside down.
"Alright Spider-Man that's enough, leave them wanting more!" Ed called out, earning a thumbs up from Spider-Man before he realized it looked like a thumbs down so he quickly reversed it, earning laughs from the audience.
Spider-Man just held his head high as people were glamouring him for autographs or deals.
As he signed some autographs for some kids, some men spoke up. "Spider-Man I'm from Life, we'll pay a fortune for a picture spread!"
"Sign with me and you'll be a Movie Star!"
"Wait, we want an interview."
"Alright that's enough fellas, if you want to continue talk to my agent." Spider-Man said a bit overwhelmed by the popularity, happy that his mask was hiding his embarrassed face despite the grin he had.
Everything was going great and Ed was paying him with cash rather than a check so he was raking in a lot of money.
Quickly making it inside, Spider-Man sighed and grabbed his bag, just pressing the button to open the elevator before he heard a call. "Stop that guy!"
Spider-Man turned to see a police officer chasing a blonde haired man in dark clothing who had a bag of what he guessed was money.
Tilting his head, Spider-Man just stepped out of the way, letting the guy pass by him, hearing a rushed thanks from him, into the elevator that closed where the Police Officer banged on it. "What's with you? All you had to do was trip him!" He said glaring at Spider-Man for letting the thief get away. "Or just hold him for a minute."
"Do I look like Overwatch to you?" Spider-Man asked a bit flippantly. "I'm sorry but that's your job not mine, I'm just looking out for number one."
"I oughta run you in." The Officer threatened but Spider-Man just blew that threat off.
"So you say, see ya."
Why should he interfere when it's none of his business? If the police couldn't catch that guy it was their problem.
For the next few days, everything was going great especially when graduation finally came around.
He was a star, he had a scholarship for Empire State University in about a month or two, making his Aunt and Uncle proud, he finally had someone he could call his best friend in Harry Osborn and he was making money for his family after telling them he got a part-time job that paid quite a bit.
Just seeing them proud of him made him smile.
He wanted the best for his Aunt and Uncle.
But little did he know that he was about to lose it all.
Peter was humming to himself as he typed on the computer, with a grin at seeing some websites that were about Spider-Man.
'Who is Spider-Man?'
'Spider-Man Plays to Packed House.'
'Spider-Man Wins Showbiz Award.'
'Spider-Man Slated for New TV Series.'
That last one had him excited.
A TV show about him was being made and that meant more money to help his Aunt and Uncle pay the bills-.
A knock caused him to tense and quickly close out the sites while kicking his costume underneath the bed. "It's open."
The door opened to show Ben. "Hey sport, mind if I come in?"
"Of course Uncle Ben," Peter grinned at the man. "What do you need?"
"Well you've been pretty busy at your new job that your Aunt and I rarely see you," Ben said in good humor. "Speaking of which, we never did get where you were working at."
"Oh just getting some practice at helping set up a show, you know stage effects that kind of thing." Peter half-lied not saying he was the show.
Truthfully he didn't know why he kept lying about being Spider-Man, one would think it would be great to tell the whole world but Peter liked his peace and quiet so with the fame Spider-Man was getting he get's his escape from that as Peter Parker.
"That's great." Ben said with a smile at seeing Peter being happy. "Did you already talk to your boss about when you go to college?"
Peter went quiet before giving an enthusiastic nod. "Yup, don't worry about that."
He actually didn't think about that.
It got quiet as Ben looked at his nephew expectantly. "Peter, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" He asked looking at him. "For the last two weeks you've acting a bit different."
Peter hesitated, wondering once more if he should tell his Uncle about his abilities. "Well, let's just say there are some changes." He lamely replied.
"Ah I think I get it." Ben said with a chuckle. "Everyone goes through that."
'Not everyone.' Peter thought but he kept quiet.
"You are on the road to becoming the man you will be for the rest of your life Peter, you're as smart as they come and you always pushed yourself to get better in your studies," Ben praised him making Peter rub the back of his head. "You have a good head on your shoulders, you just need to be responsible."
"What do you mean?" Peter looked at his Uncle.
"Well, your father had a philosophy that he held pretty strongly." Ben had a sad smile now, thinking about the past. "He believed that if there were things in this world you had to offer, things that you could do better than anyone that can help a person, he didn't believe that it was just a good idea to do those things, it was a responsibility to do them."
"Things I can do." Peter looked to where he hid the costume.
"You shouldn't try to be what you're not Peter or anything less, just be who you are because great things are going to happen in your life." Ben placed a hand on his shoulder. "And with that will come great responsibility, always remember that."
With that said, Ben left the room leaving Peter to his thoughts as he thought back to when he left that Omnic to die or when he let that thief get away.
Both were times he turned his back on something happening, and yet he now had to power to do something-.
"What am I thinking? I'm not a superhero." Peter shook his head with a sigh.
Superheroes were larger than life, something that many people aspire to be.
Legends like Overwatch were superheroes, not a kid just getting out of high school who was bitten by a genetically altered spider.
People like Overwatch fight the worst evil anyone can imagine day after day. He wouldn't be able to do that.
"Besides I'm an entertainer, I have a responsibility to making sure Aunt May and Uncle Ben are happy." Peter put the ideas of being a superhero in the back of his mind, determined not to think about it.
Peter walked down the stairs with his performer costume on underneath his clothes to see his Aunt chopping some vegetables. "Hey pretty lady." He greeted giving her a hug causing her to laugh. "What's cooking?"
"Just some stew, you heading to work Peter?" May asked earning a nod from him. "Do you have everything?"
"I do, do you need any help before I leave?"
"You don't have to worry about us Peter, we'll be fine you go have fun at your job." May said giving Peter a smile.
Later that evening, Peter was on his way back from the show, but he took a long route home, still thinking about what his Uncle said to him.
Power and Responsibility.
Despite him trying to forget about it, the words he said kept repeating in his head.
"Dad would know what to do with my abilities." Peter muttered as despite how he was enjoying the showmanship he couldn't help but feel lost and that talk just made it more obvious than he thought.
It was like he could do anything, go anywhere yet he didn't know where to go.
Any direction he took he just got all turned around-.
Peter paused as he walked on the corner of the street where his house was and saw police cars parked outside of the house with them lining up yellow tape.
Eyes widening, Peter ran towards the house where an Officer attempted to stop him. "This is a crime scene you're not allowed here-."
"I live here!" Peter forced his way through only to stop and stare as there in the Living Room where doctors were examining the scene was the body of his Uncle Ben with a gunshot wound.
"Peter!" May saw him and engulfed the young man in a hug. "Oh thank God you're alright."
"A-Aunt May, what happened?" Peter asked not sure what to make of this as it felt like his whole world was crumbling.
"That's what we're here to find out, your Aunt was about to tell us what happened." A blonde Police Officer said catching Peter's attention who recognized the man as the Police Captain, George Stacy who recently caught the Carnage Killer, Cletus Kassidy, who had been terrorizing New York for the last few months.
A few minutes later, Peter was sitting next to May, squeezing her hand in comfort while the elderly woman began to explain what happened.
"We heard a noise in the back and to be honest we thought it was Peter coming home from work because he uses the back entrance whenever he does," May began shaking a bit. "So Ben called out to him and he didn't answer. That was when we realized that something was wrong."
Captain Stacy gave a nod and wrote what she was saying down, gesturing for her to continue. "Both of you were in the Living Room?"
"Yes and from the silence I could tell that someone was in our house, Ben knew something was wrong too and called out again and this time a pan dropped," May shook her head. "He told me that maybe a squirrel got in the house, it was when I began to say that I never heard anything like that in Queens when he appeared."
Peter tensed and looked at his Aunt.
"He was standing there in the doorway, holding a gun demanding where our money was while shaking," May felt her shoulders shake remembering that event. "Ben told him we didn't have any and the man thought he was lying and shouted at us."
By this point, Peter was trying hard not to squeeze May's hand in the anger he was feeling.
This happened around the time he usually gets home, if he just ran home instead of putting it off, he could've stopped this.
"And Ben chuckled, I guess the tension got to him a bit when he told the thief that he probably had more money than we did, the next thing I know there was a bang," May was now crying at this point. "Ben stumbled before he fell to the floor with me screaming his name and the thief ran out the way he came back."
By this point, May broke down and Peter placed an arm around her, barely keeping himself from doing the same.
Captain Stacy gave a nod and thanked them for their information before walking to talk to his officers.
May forced herself to stand up. "I-I'm going to call Anna and see if she minds we stay at her place for the night." She said attempting to look strong in front of her nephew.
Peter was about to stop her before he overheard one of the Police Radio's. "Units respond to a 340 at Chelsea and 9th."
"Copy dispatch." An officer answered with Peter looking over.
"We got a guy-tried to rob a Popeye's Chicken not two blocks from where you are, suspect could have connected with the home invasion you're at." Now Peter was definitely paying attention. "He's holed himself up inside of an old Acme Warehouse while we have the building surrounded."
"Got it, over and out-." The Officer was cut off when Peter ran past him, rage on his face, something that May saw.
"Peter!" She went to stop him only for the Officer to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay Ma'am, kids take these the hardest," The Officer told her. "He just needs to find a way to let it out."
Peter was tearing his shirt off as he jumped over the houses with ease, his Spider-Man costume on underneath.
The old Acme Warehouse, there was only on near Queens where a person could go to on foot and he knew exactly where it was.
All rational thought was gone with Peter wanting only one thing.
Revenge.
That robber-no. That Murderer is going to pay.
The Police can have what's left of him by the time Peter was done.
It was easy to sneak past the police with his abilities and pretty soon he saw a lone man peeking out the window, holding a pistol. "Damn pigs, too many out there." He muttered causing Peter to shake his head.
Something about that voice was familiar.
"I'll take them with me if I have to, one way or the other I'm getting out of here."
Peter didn't bother hiding his snarl. "That's what I was hoping to hear." He said causing the man to look up to see Peter's shape the only thing he could make out were the silverish lenses glaring at him. "Murderer."
"AAAAAAHHHH!" The man shot the gun twice with Peter dodging it point blank, not even thinking how lucky he was to be able to dodge gunfire like that before he shot a strand of webbing, covering the gun causing it to backfire and the man stumbled backwards holding a bleeding hand. "Fuck."
"What's the matter? Can't take the pain?" Peter asked angrily. "How about this?"
He shot another strand of webbing, pulling a Scorpion from Mortal Kombat to bring the guy to him, not even bothering to look at him as he threw him with most of his strength into a crate of boxes that were obliterated from the force of the throw.
Chances are the guy wouldn't be walking that off anytime soon and may have some broken bones.
"Please." The man coughed with Peter approaching him.
"Please what? You want me to show mercy?!" Peter lunged at him, grabbing him by the throat. "Sorry, but I'm all out of mercy-."
Peter stopped talking his eyes widening as the man passed out from a mixture of fear and pain now seeing his face.
"No." Peter said taking in the dirty blonde hair and dark clothing. "I-It can't be."
"Stop that guy!"
Spider-Man turned to see a police officer chasing a blonde haired man in dark clothing who had a bag of what he guessed was money.
"It can't be you." Peter dropped the unconscious man now holding his head in shock.
"What's with you? All you had to do was trip him!" He said glaring at Spider-Man for letting the thief get away. "Or just hold him for a minute."
"Do I look like Overwatch to you?" Spider-Man asked a bit flippantly. "I'm sorry but that's your job not mine, I'm just looking out for number one."
"The guy I didn't stop." Peter took his mask off, horror in his eyes. "If I stopped you that night it wouldn't have happened… Uncle Ben would still be alive."
Hearing footsteps, Peter snapped to attention before pulling the mask back on and jumping to the ceiling where the open skylight was right in time for the police to burst into the room.
He didn't stay to make sure they arrested the guy as Peter was moving towards the city to get away from Queens.
After a lot of running, Peter was sitting on the edge of a roof, his mask back off, tears now streaming down his face.
It was all his fault.
Uncle Ben's death could've been prevented if he wasn't so selfish with his gifts.
"I was irresponsible." Peter muttered remembering what Ben told him the last time they spoke. "You told me but I didn't believe you."
"Help!" Peter's head snapped to attention as he looked down to have a feeling of deja-vu as an Omnic was being beaten by the exact same Park Aves from last time.
Narrowing his eyes, Peter pulled the mask back on.
'I think I get it now.'
Spider-Man shot down there, webbing a guy's fist to the wall followed by spinning around to kick another Park Ave. who was still in shock by what just happened into the dumpster, webbing the top shut.
'I was selfish, so selfish that you paid for my screw-up.' Spider-Man ducked a gunshot, webbing the gun like earlier using the line to pull himself forward to deliver a kick. 'You did, Aunt May did and I did.'
After checking to make sure the Omnic was alright, Spider-Man swung off seeing a burning building and didn't hesitate to break through a half broken window.
Finding a little boy coughing, Spider-Man scooped him up. 'I will never forgive myself for that.' He ran out calling to see if anyone else was in, ignoring the need to cough as he tried to keep the boy calm. 'I will never forget that I could've stopped it.'
Finding the parents of the boy outside, he handed the boy to them and swung off not even waiting for a thanks, to get the other people inside of the building.
'It's all so clear now, what I need to do. What you told me.' Later on he found a group attempting to cut open a woman's blouse and he shot strands of webbing on all of them, pulling them off. 'My father's philosophy about having the power and doing things with them. I finally understand.'
Spider-Man landed on a rooftop to see thieves attempting to break into a building.
'With Great Power comes Great Responsibility.' Spider-Man landed between them, webbing their feet to the ground. 'I will never turn my back on anyone in need ever again. No matter what the cost.'
~Present Time~
Peter was pulled out of his memories when he heard a phone going off and he opened his belt to pull it out. "Hey Harry." He said to his friend.
"Yo Pete, where are you, did you forget that college starts today?" Harry asked causing Peter's eyes to widen and he quickly pulled his mask back on.
"Crap I did, I'm on my way." Peter said swinging off.
"I'll save you a seat." Harry promised him. "Just don't take too long swinging around."
Peter rolled his eyes as Harry figured it out pretty easily considering the spider bit him and then Spider-Man appeared a bit later.
"I'll see you there." Peter hung up before his spider-sense went off and he looked down to see a carjacking in progress. "After a quick pit stop."
With that he swung down, landing on one guy with enough force to kick him down and knock him out. "Hello, I'm here for the wet T-shirt party."
To Be Continued…
There you go, the origin story is finally done and I really enjoyed typing it all so I hope everyone enjoyed reading about it, but next chapter will show the beginning of Peter's college life as well as the beginning of his Rogues Gallery.
Oh and yes Harry does know that Peter is Spider-Man due to figuring out that the spider bit him and he was able to put it together quite easily.
Now to answer the reviews I've received.
Retrokill: Thanks.
Kid-N7: Haha thanks, I figured with Richard Parker being an Agent of SHIELD along with Mary Parker the two of them will be in Overwatch considering SHIELD doesn't exist in this AU. Happy to see that I did Widowmaker pretty well for a first attempt, gives me more of a boost to try and write the others. And no, Ben's death is a mixture of Amazing Fantasy # 15 and the Ultimate Spider-Man comics because Peter was never ripped off in the movies, he was just plain selfish in the comic, makes it more compelling in my opinion. No the wrestler sadly isn't The Absorbing Man, I'm talking about Joseph Hogan from Amazing Fantasy # 15. Ha yeah, Spidey making some instant friendships with the team. Well I suppose the Spidey/D. Va pairing would be great but Tracer would also work, age doesn't really matter if someone is in love and this is coming from a guy whose parents are twenty years apart in age. Like I said though it all depends on the poll which I will display the number of votes after answering these reviews. Sorry but he won't have the lenses at the moment, he will in the future though. I'm interested in hearing about this Omnic Character so sure, but no promises on adding him to the story yet.
Guest2: Honestly, I'm actually making this up as I go along, I want to have something planned for the end but it all depends on if Blizzard actually adds more lore and story to Overwatch.
Guest3: Sorry but no harems as that would be a cop-out due to the poll, just one pairing for Spidey.
Kamencolin: Thank you.
Tl34lt12: Thank you and the girl is in the poll so be sure to vote. The costume is one I kind of made up, it's described in the first chapter before the flashback.
Paladin Leroy: Thank you.
Anonymous Idea: Really? Thank you I couldn't find any of the locations for some stuff.
Alright now here's the tally on the polls.
Tracer is in the lead with six votes.
Widowmaker is right behind her with three votes.
Mercy and Pharah are tied for third place with two votes.
D. Va, Black Cat and Gwen Stacy each have one vote.
Wow, no love for Mei?
Alright poll will still be going for a bit longer so those who haven't voted be sure to vote.
