"We aren't getting anywhere…" Doctor Moon grumbled as he worked on his new serum for Norman. But then suddenly both the man himself and his assistant Doctor Octavious showed up.

"Still not getting the whole Spider-Bit, eh Moon?" Octavious said with a snicker and a grin. Osborn looked at his short assistant and also chuckled.

"He's quite right" Osborn began. "You gotta hurry up, Moon. We haven't got all day. Speaking of which, did an experiment of yours get out or something?"

Doctor Moon gave Osborn a confused look. "No? Why do you ask?" he asked. Osborn then grabbed the scientist by the labcoat. "Listen here, Moon!" he yelled "If I find out you've been holding out on me, then we'll have to check out just what you're doing behind closed doors."

Doctor Moon shifted around in Osborn's grasp. He whispered "Well… …"

Osborn only got madder at his mumbling and said "Speak up, Moon. The whole world needs to hear this!" Doctor Moon then spoke is more regular if shaky tone. "Well Mr. Osborn" he began again "I think that we need a DNA sample. Fetch me Spider-DNA, and I can get you your serum…"

"Does it look like we have time for that?!" Osborn said as he shook the poor employee. "The board is expecting results. That's it. We're cutting funding from this little child's play for now." He then looked at Otto, "Otto" he addressed "Your tentacles now have a majority of Oscorp's funding. Get us results as soon as possible."

Octavious' face was a mix of excitement and maybe a b it of horror. He felt bad for his co-worker, but now his tentacle project could get off the ground. He said "Why yes sir!" and waddled over to his research.

Doctor Moon was so frantic and disjointed. He told to give him another chance, but Osborn refused.

"Boss, please! This job is helping me support my family! My daughter Cindy needs this!" he begged and pleaded to his boss. Osborn then shook Moon's hand and said "Oh Doctor Moon, we're not firing you. Yet, anyway. We'll get us some Spider-DNA. I've got some new toys I want to test out anyway…"

Back at the Daily Bugle things were a mess, but worry not. Ace reporter Eddie Brock was on the scene. Eddie was a very intimidating man. He always had a stubble, and his hair was a blonde buzzcut.

"This is just the worst!" he thought to himself "Once again Spider-Man's quick work prevents me from getting what I need to do! I need to report on these stories, but I work best when on the frontlines. I can't keep up with that son of a bitch."

He stomped on the ground and began writing on his notepad. But the rooftop of the bugle instead had two very different people. Spider-Man and Spider-Woman sat alone, conversing about things.

"So…" Spidey began to say to his white clad comrade "wanna talk about how you got your powers?" Spider-Woman shook her head and said "Well. I would if I knew the exact answer to that. But I don't."

"I mean…" she continued "my powers started showing sometime last year, after a science exhibit incident. I just…kept them to myself until now."

Spider-Man looked dumbfounded at first. "Hold on" he said "was this exhibit at Oscorp?" Spider-Woman just nodded in response to that question.

"That's where I got my powers, lady. This is getting more and more strange. Was it a spider?" Once again she nodded in response.

"What happened to the spider when it bit you?" he asked her. "Well…it just…bit me and I squashed it. Don't think there should be any more of us Spiders crawling around."

"Okay. I was worried it could've gotten away and bit someone else." He said with a smile.

"Hah, that's a laugh and a half. Still though…to think we're cut from the same cloth is a bit silly." she spoke with a slight giggle.

"Suppose it is, isn't it?" he continued on "You got a place you hang out?"

"Oh yeah, you can find me hangin' out everywhere." She said with a smile.

"Well that sure is nonspecific, I'll keep an eye out. But I got places to be. I'll hopefully see you around, then." He said before he swung off into the night.

She just looked at him as he left. She felt something about Spidey. But she just couldn't place her finger on it. But before she could say anything, a flash and a click is heard behind her.

"Say cheese!" a somewhat gravelly voice with a Bronx accent said. Spider-Woman turned around to be faced with Eddie Brock. "Hey buddy, no flash photography" she said somewhat angered.

Eddie raised his eyebrows and asked "Doncha wanna be famous?" She responded with a frown that somewhat showed through her mask as she said "No. Not really."

Eddie then said "Well ain't that a kick in the nuts. Sorry, honey, but if Parker makes money takin' pics and reportin' on Spider-Man, then maybe I can take pics and report on stories about you." Spider-Woman gave no answer and instead just swung away from Brock.

"I see how it is, a hard to get story! Don't worry, I can work with hard to get…" he murmured as he walked back down the hole in the roof.

…

"Aunt May, I'm home!" young Peter Parker yelled as he walked into his house's door. His house was a rather small and humble abode. It wasn't much, but it worked for the old lady and her nephew. This was the first time since school that Peter was out of his Spider-Man outfit. But it felt good to just curl up on the couch in his ordinary outfit and kick back.

"Oh Peter!" in walked a rather short old lady, her hair was in a bun and grey. "My, you must have been busy today, where were you?"

"Oh well I fought a deranged man in a green armor, and met a girl who got in the same accident as me" he thought, but what he said was "I was getting' some exercise, Aunt May. I gotta keep fit."

Aunt May gave a warm smile and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Oh" she began "well good on you for watching out on your health, Peter. I'd love to do the same, but as you know I'm getting old." Peter grinned and said "Oh Aunt May, you don't look a day over 30, y'know."

Aunt May laughed and said "Always with the jokes, Peter. By the way, wheatcakes are in the microwave if you want them. I just know how much you love them." And before she could say anything more, he already had a wheatcake in his hand.

"Now I knew you were quick on your feet, Peter but never that quick. Reminds me that your Uncle Ben was in track…oh how I still miss Ben."

Peter's grin turned into a frown and he says with a solemn tone in his voice "Yeah…so do I Aunt May."

But then May went back to smiling and said "Can't hold onto the past, can we?" She then yawned "I'm going to bed, Peter. Don't stay up too late now, Peter!" aunt May then hobbled up the stairs and into her room.

"Oh yeah…" Peter said "I sure won't..."

The sun had set over the city, but yet there was still trouble. "Donald Roxxon." A very large bald man in both height and girth began to say to a smaller man "I am sorry about the loss of your former scientist Doctor Stillwell."

Donald looked at the large man and said "Not that it matters, we fired him for stealing Oscorp plans." The man stared at Donald and said in a disdainful tone "That is no reason to fire a man, Roxxon. His Scorpion project could have proved useful for us. Instead it went to a mentally unstable man."

Roxxon adjusted his tie and tried to rationalize his actions "B-but we need to rely on our own plans. Not steal from others!"

The large man then then fixed the white jacket on his body and said "Stealing? Well when such a harsh term is used, sure. But I prefer the term 'improve upon.'"

Roxxon ran his hand through his greasy hair and said "Well…I-I don't know…it just seems…wrong."

At this remark, the obtuse man chortled. "Sometimes…" he began "You must break a few rules to get ahead, Donald. I became your financial advisor for a reason, did I not? I think you should have kept him. No use crying over spilt milk however. Do we have anything at all in the works?"

Donald nodded excitedly and introduced the Rhino armor. The armor well…resembled a rhino. It resembled a rhino more than it resembled armor. Even the outside was less plating and more rhino hide-ish. The large man clapped his big hands and said "This will serve us well, Donald. A fine work indeed."

Donald smiled and said "I knew you'd like it. It's getting late, do you think you could close up shop for me?" Donald then tossed the keys to the place at the white clad guy, and walked out the door.

Then the man gave a very large grin and then something happened. Thugs dressed in suits busted inside. "Alright, boys. We need to work on this as soon as possible! Which one of you will volunteer to wear this?"

Out of the crowd of goons, a Russian accented voice could be heard "Choose me!" he said.

The man pulled out his top thug Aleskei Systevich, a Russian immigrant and member of the Russian mob. "I am proud to have you volunteer, Systevich! Your large frame makes you perfect to fit into the suit!" And then Systevich walked into the suit. He was a bit too small at first. "Uhhh… …" Systevich pleaded.

"I uhhh…don't think this fits. I ain't big enough." Fisk then looked at how monumental the suit really was. "Oh dear, you're right. But I think they wanted that to happen…"

"Hey Boss…" Aleskei asked his supervisor "Uhhhh…what's with the needle?"

Fisk shrugged and jabbed it into Aleksei. And almost suddenly, Aleksei felt different. He kneeled onto the ground, and then he became larger than both his boss and everyone else in the room. The suit fit perfectly now. His bulging muscles contorted to it. But there was a problem. The suit fit TOO well. He couldn't remove it now.

Aleskei laughed, and got up. He was about 8 feet tall now. Fisk then said "If anyone asks, I had no involvement." The thugs saluted and said "As always, Kingpin!"

Fisk laughed and waltzed right out the door after that…