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The Amazingly Spectacular SPIDER-MAN Season 1: Issue 1 (Little Spiders and Robots: Part 1 Origins)
"-despite our budget, our minds combined in Columbia University we were able to create a machine to study and hold radiation! Please wait for the moment and see our genetically-created spiders in our cases to your left! What you are is one, if not, much of the research that has been in works in the last 10 years in hope of creating a new subspecies of the arachnid family. This here holds over 32,000 known species of spiders in the world. All in different classes and families."
Then a snap of a camera came from a boy, 15 years old with a bit of a messy-brown hair and eyes that are brown with glasses, along wearing yellow vest and a white-shirt and blue jeans. In a pair of brown-sneakers with a messenger bag by his side. By all was Peter Parker, Sophomore year in Midtown High in the midterm year. After exams were done, a week or so came for a science field trip to Columbia University in Manhattan. As he was taking pictures, a boy his age and height came close to his side, this was his best friend, Harry Osborn. He had red-short hair and light-brown eyes in a dress-shirt and green pants with dress-shoes. "Woah! These look a bit cool, don't you think?"
"Oh, totally! I mean, just looking at these is amazing! Genetically-engineering spiders, aka doing Cross-species genetics techniques. Not an…easy process." Peter said. A bit showing his nerd-side to Harry a bit.
"Ha, yeah, like you being weak and pathetic! HAHA!" One of the taller-fit boys said. With blonde hair was Flash Thompson. By all was the head player of the Football team in Midtown High. He was with his team behind Peter and Harry. Though the bullying comes to going to Peter directly, Harry glares at them and Peter sighs.
Both Peter and Harry followed the rest of Midtown High class going to another massive room with a machine that was large on two ends, a man that was bold a bit with a small mustache in a white-coat that was obviously a scientist. "Come now, youngsters but be careful. We are now ready to begin a demonstration on how we can control radioactive rays here in the laboratory."
As the demonstration begins, unbeknownst to all in the room watching as the rays fired from both ends. A tiny-spider fell down to the rays of radiation, all the tiny-spider absorbed the radiation and glowed very bright, yet no one didn't paid attention. The spider fell to the ground and crawled away and up to one student, not noticing the spider went to his right hand and bit him, the student was…Peter Parker. He yelped in pain and slapped the spider away. " OW!" Then the spider twitched a bit and went off to a dark corner. "A-A Spider?! It bit me! But why…why was it glowing? W-Why is… it b-burning?! Ow…"
"H-Hey, Pete…you okay? You look a bit pale, bro?" Harry said. He held his hand on Peter's shoulder, but Peter brushed it off a bit.
"I-I'm fine…I-I guess I'll g-go home now." Peter said. Giving a weak smile as he left the room and on his way to the bus. Peter was holding his stomach and head. Though he felt his head was ringing like crazy. A ring in Peter's head was unfamiliar as the whole class of Midtown High all heading on a bus. Peter and Harry were at the front, seeing as Peter needed to get home now. It took a full hour to get to his home, leaving Manhattan to Queens.
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In Queens…
"Lord said, Let there be light and…" Then a man in his late 50's, 58, with white-hair and glasses in a everyday-outfit with shirt and jeans, "...there! There is light!" He said, putting another light bulb in.
"Yes, yes, dear. Please don't fall. Remember at Travis house back in 98'? Falling on your ass?" A woman said, in a bit of her late 40's, 49, with a bit of gray hair.
"Haha, I fall on my ass everyday, May." Then both of the married-couple were Uncle Ben and Aunt May. The two guardian parents of Peter Parker, taking care of them while his real parents were absent since he was only 5. Ben sat at the table with a newspaper and May put a bit of food on the table.
"Well, let's see…" Ben read the words on the paper, mostly world and American news. "Interesting. Yep, same old, same old stuff has been going on. Though there are still efforts in the cities."
"Oh, yes. I am aware that things are…a bit active. Seen those protests yet? Regarding, y'know what?" May added. Sitting down by Ben on the dinner table.
"Yes, dear. Very unfortunate, I will say. Regardless of what they are, we shouldn't at least treat them terribly." Ben said. May nodded as well, both giving empathy to those on the other side of the country of harsh treatments. As on cue, Peter opened the door. Looking sick and pale. He saw both his Aunt and Uncle, Ben saw Peter and smiled at him, "Hey, kiddo! How was the science exhibit? Y'know the field trip?"
"O-Oh. It was…good. Good! Though…I-I'm a bit sick. Gonna crash now." Peter said. Giving a small-frail smile at his Aunt and Uncle. The two did give a concerned look on their nephew, as they both saw Peter going upstairs, sweating bullets furthermore breathing a bit heavy.
"Wait Peter, are you sure? We have medicine. Y-You sure?" Aunt May said. Her voice was a bit louder to catch Peter's attention until they both heard the door slam, meaning Peter made it to this room. Ben turned to May with his puzzled concerned look just as with May.
"What was all that about?" Ben asked. Observing their nephew's sicken behavior. Though they both didn't notice Peter took off his shirt along with his pants, however Peter was blinking abnormally, so much he didn't realize he fell to the floor of his room while dragging a blanket from his bed and covering himself. Peter felt cold. Freezing for a better word, freezing, freezing as he held the blanket closer while also sweating more and more. Wrapping himself in the blanket if in a cocoon. A Spider's cocoon.
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Somewhere in New York City, Oscorp…
"What in God's name are you people doing?!" An elderly man short man, about in his 60s, 63, shouted at men in suits along with another set of men in construction outfits tearing down a lab. Mostly a lab filled with robotics as well as huge machinerie with quantities of equipment. The elderly man saw his boss. The CEO and founder of Oscorp, Norman Osborn along another two-set of scientists with Norman's personal friend and bodyguard. Norman was a man in his late 40s, 49, with reddish-brown hair that was short with a widow's peak hairline in a very dark-green gray outfit as he turn to the elderly man to by his name tag was named, Phineas Mason, head of the Robotics and Engineering Department in Oscorp for the last decade. Although now, it seems it has finally ended, "Norman? Osborn, what is the meaning of-?!"
"Of this? Mason, under-" Norman was cut as a man in his late 50s, 57, with brown hair came up to Mason. Though his name was by all was Singed. A chemist in the Chemistry and Bio Department with also as part of the Engineering with Mason.
"I'm sorry my friend! I tried to reason with Norman and Toomes in our department but…I tried and-" Singed was cut off by Norman and pushed Singed aside and eyed Mason.
"As I was about to say before being cut off, this department is done. Over. Under discussion, including the meetings I had with the higher-ups, such as myself with the others, this department is being renewed as well as being under new leadership. Phineas, you haven't made as much progress or even made new projects that were being commissioned at Oscorp and the Robotics you have made are…outdated. This isn't the 80's or 90's no more, Phineas. The world is changing and the methods are changing as well. Along with… new standards." Norman declared. His tone was a bit controlled as well as emotionless. His eyes didn't move from Phineas, making the old man feel imitated, sure he was fairly younger but had the most power and the CEO.
Singed came up between Norman and Phineas, "Please, Norman! Give Mason another chance! We both had been closest acquaintances for years! Decades ago! We haven't been given enough fundings for the past year or so. We have made-"
"Singed don't bother. Haven't you noticed Norman made up his own mind last hour ago?" A man that was bald and aged like Phineas in his 70s, 72, in just the same outfit as Singed and Mason. He was Adrian Toomes in the departments of Engineering and Physics. He held his arms crossed in disappointment along with an annoyed attitude.
"Singed. Please do not attempt to change my mind. I have already made it up from what Toomes said, an hour ago." Norman shifted his eyes from Signed to Mason, "Again, an hour ago. So, now, what does this mean? Simple. Simple for all of you naïve men, this side of the Department of Robotics and under new leadership of the Higher-Ups personal choice and one we have missed out for so long, Spencer Smythe. Along with his son, Alistair Smythe. They are the new heads of the Robotics and Genetics Department. Though Bio and Genetics are still under Conners leadership." Norman finished.
It took all of the thought of Mason to come a conclusion, "I-I'm…D-Done-"
"No. Terminated. Terminated is a better word. But, yes, for a word simple for a slow dim-witted old brain of yours can handle, then yes, you are done." Norman taunted. Getting a snicker from Toomes and Norman's bodyguard.
Mason with an angered expression glared at Norman, "If you fired me. Then you might as well fire Singed as well. We both made these robots for decades!"
"That, I'm afraid won't be possible." Norman said, making Mason confused as well baffled, "You see, unlike you, Singed as fast at his work as well with his chemistry that have shaped the department to become better and larger. Putting in more effort. Unlike you again, he needs the job and has a daughter that is a bit ill and Oscorp is willingly to help. You? Not any more." Norman added.
"Then what about all of MY WORK?! Huh?! Are you…planning to steal my work?! Goddamn you, you sly bastard! My work has been making progress! I've always known you would steal people's work for-!"
"Oh hush now and please, no. As I have said, it is as outdated as a car can be. Old and falling apart but still stubborn enough to work despite its weaknesses, but I'm sorry, you have to go. Don't worry, you still keep your equipment and your work. Be blessed I'm not like those others as in Stark or even Tokuichi Towa in Japan copying people's work. Bastards." Norman grumped at the last part, "But as of now, what we will take is the whole lab and only half of your equipment. Just for your process of making your robots." Then Norman with a snap of his fingers had his guards come, even his personal guard, they lay their hands on Mason as he did struggle a bit despite his age but to no avail as they quickly overpowered him. Norman and Mason stared at each other in hate and anger, Norman did give a pity yet cocky-power hungry smirk at Mason, "I suppose this is a goodbye or a farewell. Though a farewell like this is apparate. Farewell, Phineas Mason, we did had a good run. But nothing ever lasts forever and on top of that, the world is changing."
With a nod, the guards escorted Mason out though Mason gave a death threat look at the Norman, Toomes and Singed.
"Just all of you wait! I will have my work to be perfected! My robots shall become better, stronger! I WILL HAVE MY SPOT BACK AT OSCORP! I WILL HAVE MY WORK BACK AT THIS DAMNED COMPANY!" Mason yelled and yelled over again. Even repeating his threat in his old-voice the loudest he can. While Singed gave a sadden-shameful look and Toomes a cocky-antipathetic smirk, Norman was emotionless as he can be and turned to his personal bodyguard, to who was Walt Samson Kruger, tall-muscular fit man in a trench-coat with black slacks and dress shirt with a tie and gloves, with long-dark hair in a ponytail.
"Sam, keep an eye on Mason. He won't take this kindly. He could report this to news outlets for all we know. If he does, well, do what you must." Norman said.
"Yes sir, Mr. Osborn, sir." Sam nodded and bowed. And leaving the lab as Norman when he left with his guards gave a malicious smile in the shadows.
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Back in Queens…
Blinking his eyes and waking up, Peter from his room gets up with a bit of a groan. Though not in pain but in relief. Getting up fully, seeing his blanket on the floor, he grabs it while placing it back on his bed. He grabs his glasses and places them on his eyes. "What the-?"
The moment his glasses were on, it was blurry. Very blurry. Taking them off, while inspecting them, they were clean and- "Huh?" Peter can…perfectly. His eyesight was cleaner as well as more forced. Meaning he has 20/20 vision and his glasses are useless now, though Peter was confused greatly, he pushes off. Then he realized something else, "I feel…tight."
Then he saw his shirt sticking to him more, taking it off and going to his closet. It hit him. As he saw in his mirror, his whole torso or chest area was toned-more muscular now. As his chest was more defined, having a noticeable-six pack abs, though he looked thin like he was before, thin and frail, he was leaner, slender with more refined muscles. Taking his right arm and flexing it, yep, muscle. True muscle, same with his left arm, flexed, again muscle. Then flexing both of them in the mirror, all his muscles shown. Peter was shocked at this, even baffled by this sudden transformation. Peter known from his life was so skinny, thin, frail. Now, he's built like an all-star teen athlete body one always wished for. Guess Peter's wish came true.
Testing it out, Peter went to the floor and did push-ups. One by one in all of his push-ups. He wasn't showing a sign of tiring out or not even struggling of doing up to 30 push ups now, then he did more with just one arm while switching one to one during his sets, didn't felt his arms were exhausting out or what, Peter smiled from this as he finished by doing 120 push-ups!
He jumped up and wiped a few sweats off his forehead, even felt he had so much more energy than any other day he gets up. "Peter! Peter, are you okay?!" Peter heard his Aunt's voice, he turned around.
"Yeah! I'm okay! I'm up!" Peter replied back to his Aunt.
"You sure? Notice any change?" Peter gave a puzzled look then he looked down at his abs and arms again.
"Oh, yeah. Big change!" Peter again replied back and smiled at his body. Happy he wasn't as frail no more.
"Okay, well, hurry up! You're gonna miss the bus!" Aunt May yelled back which made Peter snap his thoughts away and get dressed for school. Though Peter did have to find some clothes that would fit him, so he found a bigger long-sleeve shirt that was light blue and his favorite-sleeveless vest that was yellow with a hoodie and blue jeans and a pair of classic-sneakers black and white. Took his messenger bag and went downstairs. He greeted his Aunt and Uncle, but before he did he rushed down the stairs, making his Uncle jump a little in shock, but he brushed off after seeing his nephew healthy again.
"Jesus, buddy! Ha! I thought you were sick?" Ben said and smiled. Peter chuckled a bit and patted his Uncle back.
"Well, I got better! Bye guys!" Peter said, taking a bite of toast while leaving the door. Both of his Aunt and Uncle shook their heads while smiling.
"He's one special boy, isn't he May?" Ben complimented May as they both ate their breakfast together.
"I know, dear. I know. If only his parents could see how much their little boy has become, they would be beyond proud." May mentioned Peter's late parents. Ben gave May his hand to comfort while giving an assuring smile to her as they continued to eat their breakfast.
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Peter went to one area of where the bus would go and be at. Though as he waited, being on his phone a bit the bus came but kept going. Peter shot a baffled expression at this, did the driver just go off without him? Peter spirited to the bus, normally he wouldn't make it but he spirited so fast he was now a bit ahead of the bus, he knocked on the bus door, the driver was on his headphones. "Hey! H-Hey! Open the door, please! Open the door-" Then a ring-sensation came off Peter's head as he turned and saw a car coming and he leaped out of the way and onto a building. Wait on the building?
Peter then saw he was sticking to the wall. Actually sticking to a wall. His eyes widened from this, thankfully not of everyone was looking or in the area, as Peter slowly crawled to the inside of an alley. Then he looked at his hands and again on the wall, once again he stick on the wall, climbing it up with ease as if he could walk, so he stood up, yes, he can officially stick to walls!
Then he jumped up to the roof. "Wow. I-I can't believe I can stick to walls?! But…how? Okay. Okay, let's recap here. Waking up, I can stick to walls, some ring warned me of that car coming and if I remember I leaped so high, I was about 20 feet high in the air and stuck to the wall?! So, what else can I?" Then jumping down back, he landed on his own-two feet, the building was a bit tall as in 3-stories high, 33 feet tall, and he landed back down without any pain.
Peter noticed a broken-down rusty car in some block way as he lifted up with no problem, "Cars are about 4,100 pounds or on average! I can lift with no problem?! Jeez!" Then he dropped down. Then an idea came to his head, making a fist he punched the old-rusty down car, making a huge-broken dent. One would assure Peter broke his entire arm, along with his hand but as Peter saw, his hand wasn't broken. Or even not scar or scratch! Not only that but he didn't even felt his arm or hand in pain and he jumped up and down in excitement but a sudden realization came, "T-The spider! It has to be that spider! It bit me and transformed all of its powers into me! I have the proportion strength of a spider! Even the speed, agility, with strength and perhaps a toughen body! Holy cow, this is…Awesome!"
But another idea came to his head, as he saw a crane from where he was, he got to a stance and his hands together into an ASL love, and then…
Nothing. Again, nothing. Peter was a bit saddened by the fact he can't shoot organic webbing, but also he realized he was late for school. Peter quickly got up the wall and got his way to Midtown-High School.
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Somewhere else underground…
"Tch! Traditors. All of'em. Traditors! TRADIORS!" Then a man shoved all of his equipment to one-side, knocking and smashing things on the ground, "I…I know my age is getting to me. But my knowledge will never stop! My ideas have all been rejected BY the higher-ups! Yet, they all have more time to listen to Toomes and NOT me?! NOT ME?! I've been working since Norman's father was the Head of Oscorp with his son before passing away and leaving his brat son everything! WITH HIS SON! DAMN IT ALL!" But then he saw a robotic-head. An idea came to his head as also he saw a radio, then he smirks that seemed sinister. "Yes. YYYYYYeesssss…YES! I know how to get my revenge! Simple, I'll plant these little "toys" into nearly ALL of Manhattan. Such as recorders, to gain information, people's lives and so on. Along with…bombs. Yes. Yes!"
Then he grabbed the robotic head and went to another room filled with robots that were dark-metallic silver in various shapes and sizes. Then placed the robotic head on its assigned body, making it move slightly and eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes! My children! We shall get back at Osborn! Make him pay for his impatience! Cockiness! Saying my work is outdated. I oughta smack the mess out of his mouth for calling MY WORK LIKE THAT! Yes! I AM THE GENIUS THE WORLD NEEDS! NOT THEM! I…I WILL KILL THEM ALL! Even you Singed. Not your daughter, though your daughter will be perfect for my son." Then the man revealing himself to be Phineas Mason laughing uncontrollably as the robots he had created all those decades ago came to life hearing their "Father" laugh like a maniac with intent of killing the Higher-Ups and Osborn. "Come, my children. This city and even the whole state needs a new Leadership!"
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Back at the Parkers residence…
After a whole-long school day, even though he was late there wasn't much of a consequence since Peter never-ever was late in school he got a freebie, however if he did do it again, it would count. But since Peter got back at his house and went to some stuff in his basement. Peter remembers the old-papers of the last evidence of his Father's work, he got papers inside of a box Peter carried, along with a few chemistry equipment, cheap and a bit old but still gets the job done.
Peter made his way back in his reading the works of his Father's that seemed to be a chemical equation that seemed undone but it clicked onto Peter's head, making him smile, "Yes! I know it!" Then Peter got the best chemicals to make it now, stir a few flasks and beakers in with chemicals over and over again. For an hour, he was making a suit. A suit for a show he saw on a website, talent-show. A place to show off any talent you got and make it to surprise the audience as well as pay. For most it's just about $15 dollars, as in $600 or every next-week. The more they see, the more they anticipate for the next show, which Peter got one surprise for all. Soon he saw the chemicals finishing up and as he took a stick and stir it up, it was webs.
Webs. Peter was pleased by this as the webs he created was from one the thing his Father didn't get a chance to finish, which his son finished for him. Then Peter got back on working on his suit, the most were red and light-turquoise blue, he placed a small-black 8 legged spider symbol on the front and a large-8 legged red spider-symbol on the back, then a knock came, Peter hurriedly placed his suit underneath his bed and got on his chemistry place with book, then his Uncle came in.
"Hey, bud. Mind if I come in?" Ben asked and Peter nodded. Ben saw what Peter was doing, giving a smile. Though from the looks of Peter with the book and the somewhat lab on his desk, it heavily reminded his father, "Y'know, I always knew you were like your father, Peter. Always working on something with little you had and making something pop out of nowhere."
"Y-Yeah. I, uh, yeah. I get that alot." Then Peter did look at his Uncle and so did he, "I really do be like my Dad. I mean, my face and hair?"
"Oh, Petey, of course. You're literally walking, talking and doing projects now and then as a little boy much like him. (Sighs) I know it's getting old, but, Peter. You're changing. Growing up. Almost leaving this teen life and into a young man's life." Ben said, smiling. Peter nodded and scratched his head a bit as well his chin.
"I mean, well, not exactly like that, Uncle Ben." Peter objects a bit, knowing his growing and changed very differently since he got Spider powers form the small-spider. 'If only they knew.'
"Well regardless of that, you're growing. But I…I know it's touchy and we're…still waiting for him to call or gotten a letter back from him." Then Ben saw papers that had a photo on Peter's desk next to the small-made desk, he took and saw about a few individuals such as him and May a bit younger then, with another man with blonde hair, one with similarly the same brown hair as Peter's Parents but darker and with one arm as the other two were a Japanese couple, one with dark-purple hair and the other dark hair and both had purple eyes, "Wow. Haven't Curt and Jimmy in years." Peter came by Ben and saw the photo, "Oh, sorry, Pete. The man right there, his name is Curt Conners. A partner in the life of your Fathers. Both worked on these genetics they call'em for decades as I can remember. Same with him, the blonde, Edward Brock, same with Curt and your Dad's work. But these two were Edward's friends, one was becoming Headmaster in training for a school in Japan named Jin…Kirigiri. Or Kigiriki or something, but they were all close. And the lady was his wife, Kyio Kirigiri if I recall. This was just in the 90s or early 2000s, before you was even thought of." Ben finished and placed it back. Then Ben patted Peter on the shoulder and left his room before Peter said wait and Ben stopped.
"I think that if I wasn't here or you and Aunt May had a kid, you would've been a great Dad." Peter said and smiled. Those words did take Uncle Ben from surprise and he shook his head and hands. As the door clicked and Ben left. Peter gotten back to his suit and finished most of it as in the webs all over the suit was black, the placing on the red was a bit more messy but it works as well as sticking it well (For this story and then later, the suit Spider-Man in my story will wear from the game of Spider-Man Edge of Time, Classic/Amazing Suit from the Game), then the mask was even better as well, same style of the messy, yet, organized webs all over the red as he had two-large black and white lenses of his eyes.
Peter then had two gray-watches that he turned into a set of two bracelets, from there they were old-watches that were a bit too big for the average watch to a converted bracelet, so Peter with tools from his Uncle's workplace bag he saw on the table after asking him, he used them to create a barrel to a trigger on the bracelet. As well making about 20 to now 100 small-rectangle cartridges. Web cartridges as Peter is calling them as he slowly but still in a rapid paste inserted webs into the cartridges one by one. Then placing two cartridges into two bracelets that Peter had called them, Web Shooters. Fitting name, as he fired a web-line with a familiar sound…
*THWIP!*
And then again he shot another webline up in the ceiling and climbed it up. The webbing was strong and flexible, just like a spider's web of a spider. Then having brought back a piece of large-sets of bricks, Peter shot webs at it, weighing on the web to test its strength, as it held, the web is even strong to hold objects on. Then a final touch came in his mind, Peter took off all of his clothes except his boxers and put on his suit and now mask. Then Peter shot a web and hung-upside down while looking at a mirror. "If I need a name for this show to make a little more to help Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Then I guess I would need to go with something catchy a bit. So, how's Arachnid? That's the name of Spider's family in the books, so no. Human Spider? No. Bug-Spider? Eh, a bit cringey. The Spider? Okay, I need more. Hmmmmmm…Wait…what about Spider-Man? Yeah that's perfect! Spider-Man! That's not bad at all! Okay, then…" Peter now Spider-Man climbs out the window of his room, "Look out world and better hold onto your hats! Here comes The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man!" Then he shot a web and clung onto a building as he jumped away.
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TO BE CONTINUED!