The Superior Peter Parker! Chapter 2: With Great power comes…Marvel OC/SI fanfic
There is a slight crossover with Anime and Manga regarding my OC/SI.
My OC will have the powers and skills of all my favorite characters and I mean mostly from Marvel and DC comics. Ideas will be taken from here and there that is why it is an X-Over.
This is not a copy of Earth 616 and it will mostly be a mash up of my favorite What if comics and storylines. Some characters will be there and some won't I am basically creating a mix up of my favorite characters. The artwork and setting if this was an actual comic is very similar to Captain America: Man out of time.
This will be a Harem fic and I would like to Thank HandAssasinSpider-man, Diablo Ex Machina and RebukeX7
Here is the new story and WARNING
WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY WILL CONTAIN:
Lemons, Mass Harem, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Foul Language/Swearing, Possible Racial references due to period, Character bashing, Sexual themes some will find insulting and/or disgusting, Bashing, Improper Grammar, Anti-Drama, Gore, Bashing, etc.
I DONT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY MANGA, ANIME, COMICS, VIDEO GAMES AND/OR ANIMES! THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION.
There will also be bad grammar at times.
This story will mostly resemble several Wuxia Web Novels because I draw inspiration from them.
Any OC's are my property.
Reviews will be welcomed, flames will be deleted.
Questions will be answered occasionally.
Chapter 2
OC POV
I wake up to find myself on a hospital bed, strapped down to it with my body completely in casts and my head and neck in braces. What the hell just happened? Last thing I remember was zipping down to the street and seeing…those two dead bodies. Did something happen to me while I was zipping down?
The door opens and someone comes inside, I can't see much thanks to the room being dark and the light switched off. The light from the IV next to me doesn't offer much illumination. I can hear the tapping noises of a shoes though, one that is coming closer.
I see a black gloved hand on the railing of my bed and I raise my head to see the face of my visitor.
Standing by the side of my bed was an old man dressed in a blue plain suit. He had black eyes and a balding head with black hair. He looked so completely ordinary except for his eyes which were looking at me with interest.
Man: Hello Mr. Parker. I'm glad to see you're awake.
Me: W-Who…are..you?
My voice is a little strained as I try to force out the words out of my throat.
Man: Try not to strain yourself. You're not a 100% yet. My name is Dr. Abner Croit and I am a scientist working for the government. My specialty is cosmic radiation, something I am sure you are familiar with since you were the one who wrote a paper regarding potential for using it as an alternate energy source.
Me: I wrote that paper a long time ago, how did-
Dr. Croit: Raymond Warren, your science teacher. He thought that your ideas and theories were worth taking a look at and I must say that I am very impressed.
Me: Listen Dr. Croit, I don't mean to be rude but what exactly do you want? As you can see right now I'm not exactly in the mood.
Dr. Croit: (grimaces) Yes, I know. I heard and I'm sorry. You risked your life to save people and you lose your family. That's the other part of why I'm here.
Me: What? What do you mean?
Dr. Croit: Mr. Parker, the government program that I work for is not just searching for way to harness cosmic energies for alternate energy but also as a way to combat the growing threat of Mutants and other Superhuman threats like the Hulk and the Spider.
Me: The Spider? Is that what they are calling him these days?
Dr. Croit: A name given to the late Flash Thompson by the Daily Bugle. Apparently the editor heard the criminal refer to himself like that.
Me: I was the one who gave him that suit and those web shooters. I…He…made me make all those things for him. Told me if I didn't he would kill me and my family.
Dr. Croit: Yes I know. The authorities have some questions for you regarding that. I suggest that you don't think about him for now Mr. Parker. Now back to my offer, how would you like to help in making sure that people like the Spider can be stopped?
Me: What exactly do you mean?
Dr. Croit: I want you to come work under me, as a research assistant. Together we can do great things.
Me: M-Me? I'm just a high school student.
Dr. Croit: Whose intelligence is well above college level. I talked to the principle of Mid-town high, if you want you can just take a High school equivalency exam and I can send you to Empire State University on a full scholarship, all you have to do is to agree to work for me and I'll take care of everything including making sure that any punishment given by the authorities is minor or nonexistent.
(sees my expression) This is an opportunity most would not get Mr. Parker. I suggest that you accept.
Me: What about the funeral arrangements? I need a new house and other things and-
Dr. Croit: As I said Mr. Parker I will take care of everything. Just trust me.
I looked at him, remembering everything that's been happening to me recently, Knowing that's there is nothing left for me now.
I can't go to prison or face prosecution. Not as long when things are just starting and not when more lives can be saved. So…
Me: I'll do it.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
6 Months later
Dr. Croit: Be sure to make sure that all the instruments are locked and save all the files. We need to go over them tomorrow.
Peter: (smiles) Of course Dr. Croit! I'll do it before I head out for the day.
He nods and leaves the laboratory to me.
Arrogant *&! ! seriously the man is such a tool! I can't believe the fact that such an idiot could have been given this job. Seriously!
How did things come to this? Was I so swept up by emotion that I found myself working like a slave for this idiot?!
I managed to retrieve my diary, my notes and the radioactive dead spider before the police confiscated all of it for evidence. True to Dr. Croit's words I was never charged with anything thanks to his influence so I'm grateful for that at least.
I have been secretly trying to find out a way to extract the Spider's plasma in the attempt to get Spider like abilities like Thompson.
I attended his funeral from a far, despite dying a super villain apparently a lot of people came for his funeral including his parent's and Liz Allen.
*!*Y#!*&!*#_! #
**** all of them! I marched over and spit on that ****'s grave and told all of them exactly of what I thought of all of them. Giving this Mother****** a funeral?!
HE DESERVES TO BE CREMATED AND TOSSED INTO AN UNMARKED GRAVE!
I stormed off after giving his parent's and Liz a piece of my mind.
Last I saw of them they all had horrified looks on their faces.
When Uncle Ben's and Aunt May's funeral came around, the entire neighborhood attended including the neighbor and a vaguely familiar red head I saw from next door.
I didn't stop kids from the school and my former friends from attending the funeral, they all had known my Aunt and Uncle. Even Liz.
She tried to talk to me but I didn't even listen to her.
A few days after the funeral I graduated out of Mid-town high and now I am doing a part time course in Advanced Chemistry, Biology, Physics, Radiology, Electronics and Mechanical Engineering.
It's quite the schedule but thanks to Dr. Croit's influence and I am right now managing. It's going to take a lot of time and effort, but like I promised Aunt May and Uncle Ben I am going to become Dr. Peter Parker!
But now back to my project.
Now I have been doing some serious thinking. When I do find a way to extract the plasma from the dead spider, I need to think about how exactly I should go about my costumed career.
Thompson had already been introduced as the Spider and I can't exactly use the same costume design without causing a panic and drawing suspicion on me, the one who everyone knows designed the original suit and web shooters.
Plus I recall Morlun and others like him, feed off of totemic forces like me and making it clear that I draw my powers from a Spider which made me a target for the Super-Vampire.
Also there's the fact that the Spider-Man that I knew got a lot of negative press despite all the good he did and I suspect that it has something to do with people's general fear of Spiders and Anti-Mutant Hysteria.
People like the FF& Avengers had good public agents and were famous on their own like Captain America, Iron Man and Reed Richards. Their teams got caught up in that so they got less attacks from the press.
Daredevil had Ben Urich on his side, but the original Peter Parker? His Bad luck combined with J. 's well publicized distaste for him led to him gaining an infamous reputation in New York.
Other Spider themed heroes were exempt from this because JJJ was so focused on Spider-Man and/or because they had better appeal to the public like Black Widow and Spider-Woman whose costumes were *ahem* easy on the eyes.
So maybe dressing up with a Spider theme and having a Spider related name may not work well for me.
Then there is the matter of the fact that I don't fully know what effects directly injecting the Spider plasma will do to me. I mean I don't want to end up mutated into a giant Man-Spider.
So I'll have to find another way to get powers and I already know the answer:
Captain America, the world's first Avenger and possibly the truest definition of a hero. If not for him America would have lost the war and Hydra would have taken over.
Uncle Ben had a lot of comics in attic and when I was sick he read them to me. My favorite were stories about Captain America.
I knew from all the comics that Cap was the "Ultimate Human fighter" and despite being considered as non-super powered he was the best Hero there is.
He fought against foes much greater than he, yet somehow not only survived but bested them at times, due to his tactical skills and combat prowess.
The Original Super Soldier Serum had been lost but I knew that the American government kept other formulas.
I was looking for one specifically: William Burnside's formula.
Burnside or Steve Rogers II as he would like to be known as discovered a formula from a Nazi Major Albrecht Kerfoot's diary, one that made him stronger than the original.
Unfortunately it also drove him and his "Bucky" Jack Munroe insane since the two were not exposed to the Vita- Ray treatment. They eventually were put in Cryo-stasis.
Since I knew what I was looking for and no one thought that a kid could know national secrets I travelled to Lee School in New York, where Burnside taught as a teacher of American History.
The place was old and on the verge of shutting down so I convinced the principle to let me do my "research". He gladly let me do it.
Burnside practically lived here since back then a dormitory was in use in which the staff could stay on site.
I went upto his old room and as I feared the place was a mess. The room had been turned into a storage place.
I spent seven hours going through cobwebs and dusty old books before I got to Jackpot.
It was a suitcase in which all of Burnside's Captain America Fan memorabilia had been stored. The G-men must have left this since they thought it was of no use to them.
Going through all the stuff I finally found Major Albrecht Kerfoot's diary the same one Burnside found all those years ago and the one that had the Serum formula on it.
It was a miracle! A sheer miracle that allowed me to finally get my hands on something that the entire world wanted.
I put it back in the suitcase and left with it after saying goodbye to the Principle.
Now this serum is the best Nazi equivalent of Dr. Erskine's formula but unfortunately using it on myself would be disastrous as I would end up going mad like Burnside and Munroe did.
So I came up with a solution.
By diluting the formula with the Spider-plasma, I hope not only to prevent me from going insane but also prevent me from Mutating.
Now I know this is quackery and suicidal but considering the fact that Aliens and other violent Super criminals and threats are on the horizon I am getting very desperate.
The worst that would happen is that I get locked up or thrown out of the university.
Tonight is the night I set everything up and create the formula. I can only hope that it works.
Dr. Croit's lab, The next day
Okay….I only prepared one dose of this in the Syringe.
[Stabs the serum syringe into the vein in my hand]
Injecting…..Gah! It hurts! Damn it keep it steady! I can't afford to mess this up. Keep pushing….there.
Making sure not to break the needle I pull it out carefully and place the syringe on the table. Quickly sanitizing the area which I injected, I take the syringe and throw it into the Atomizer.
See I work with a lot of dangerous equipment here and so in order to dispose of dangerous chemicals or hazardous waste I use the Atomizer, which is a miniature disintegration tool that turns anything placed inside into harmless junk.
I use it now to remove all traces of the formula, can't take any chances that someone will find it.
Whew! Now all I have to do is wait for it to work and….
Dr. Croit: tsk tsk Mr. Parker. I thought you would have a bit more self-control than that.
Turning around in surprise I am shocked to find Dr. Croit standing behind me with a smug face and a gun pointed at my head.
What the hell?! Didn't he go out for lunch?! And why is he pointing a gun at me?
Me: Doctor? What are you doing here?
Dr. Croit: Witnessing you pump yourself with those drugs you fool!I always knew that you were unstable Parker but this finally proves it!
Me: What? I don't understand?
Dr. Croit: No you don't talk Parker you listen. I have been waiting patiently for you to slip up and today that's paid off. Now you are going to become my guinea pig for my new experiment. You can't refuse I have the footage of you using the needle and now I own you.
Me: You want me….to become your test subject?! Are you insane?
Dr. Croit: No Parker, Just very desperate. You see I just hit a wall in my research and I can't go any further without a human test subject. Unless I hand over results to my superiors I lose my multi-million dollar funding. Fortunately for me I have a juvenile delinquent and ex-lab assistant to help me.
Me: And what's stopping me from reporting you?
Dr. Croit: (sneers) Apart from the threat of me shooting you? How about the fact that I have proof of you stealing university equipment and resources for you own ends. As a respectable scientist I may feel the need to report this to the authorities.
Me: (rolls my eyes) I took surplus and discarded equipment and never without permission you idiot.
Dr. Croit: For a nefarious purpose I suppose! Like making crystal meth or drugs like many unfortunate youths these days. Besides the police know that you were Thompson's accomplice and if it wasn't for me you would probably would have ended up in juvenile prison or worse!
Me: Like I said he forced me to make those things. I was coerced and his bullying is well known. Besides there is no proof that I ever did anything illegal with the equipment I "borrowed".
Dr. Croit: Doesn't matter. I have the gun here and so I have control over you. Get up and follow me.
Seeing the gone and the twitching fingers I had no choice but to agree to this madness. The man must be really desperate to threaten me with a gun. I raise my hands and walk to the lab.
Me: Tell me something. Were you always planning on using me as a guinea pig?
Dr. Croit: (scoffs) Of course you little twit! I may have helped you a little bit, But you were always intended for this. This way I'm getting my money's worth out of you (grins) You know I'm really lucky to have found you since originally I was going to find a guinea pig from a list of convicts who had a long sentence. Compared to them, getting you was a lot easier.
Me: Then why waste all this time? Why not just do it already?
Dr. Croit: There were a lot of eyes on you back then and you had public sympathy. Besides I deciced to make use of you as long as I could. Your theories and work have been very helpful to me! I accelerated my schedule thanks to you! Isn't it amazing?
I felt like smashing his stupid face, but now I can feel myself getting weaker. The serum! It must be doing something to me now!
Damn it! Cursed parker luck! Why now?!
Another man is waiting by the machine and I'm strapped into what looks to be body sized radiation chamber with a giant laser pointing down.
They strap me in and the glass closes around me trapping me within.
I can hear Dr. Croit croon outside the glass. Wish I can break out and break his DAMN FACE!
Dr. Croit: As you are aware, Parker. We've been experimenting with harnessing the power of black star energies. I've discovered a way of reducing it's incredible output to an infinitesimal degree.
If I've figured it correctly we could possibly end all disease. If we're wrong, if we just unleash one Iota of power more than we need. Well you'll have a nice funeral. (smiles) You want to know something Parker? you were the one who gave me this idea and the one who made all of this possible, so I think it's fitting you reap what you sow.
Then it started. A jet of photonegative energy rays hit me head on and soon I was drowning in something alien. I screamed as every part of my body felt like as if I was being dipped in lava and being frozen at the same time!
DAMN IT! I CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS!
I continue to scream as I felt the glass shatter and my body feels weightless.
I can see through the pain and claw my way through the torrent of energy. I can see Croit and the other guy looking at me with shock and fear.
A torrent of hate and pain surges through me as I look at them. They did this to me!
I push my hands outward and flex my muscles and the energy hits the two scientists directly.
I hear them scream in terror as the energy envelopes them and both of them are reduced to specks.
As the two of them disappear, I stop blasting them. My body aches from head to toe and the laser above is still blasting energy.
I suddenly feel a pain coming from inside me and I collapse on the ground. The world blurs all around me and then I suddenly release all the energy within me.
BBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM~~~!
I have to be unlucky waking up in beds like this. My eyes open and I can feel a mattress underneath.
Getting up I look around to see myself in a cell. One made out of steel with a large full length mirror wall.
It was in the mirror that I get the shock of my life.
The first thing I notice is that instead of the scrawny short rake-like kid that I normally see in the mirror there is a Lean-muscled athlete of medium height.
I guess I'm about 6 feet tall now and my entire body has become a hybrid of a runner, a gymnast and a dancer. Lean muscles and a six pack and yet no bulky mass like a body builder.
The second thing I notice is that I am dressed in a black skinsuit in which I have no memory of changing into. It hugs my skin on every inch of my body leaving only my face and head free.
And when it came to my face I got the worst shock of all.
I now have grey-white hair now and blue eyes instead of hazel. My skin is now pale, but my face….
A Diamond shaped face with a strong jaw, high cheek bones which have no baby fat at all and an overall look that made me very attractive.
This was not the face of a 16 year old, this is the face of a movie star!
What the hell happened to me? Where am I?
I suggest that you don't panic Mr. Parker
A voice coming from all around me. Speakers! And the voice is modulated so that I can't tell it's a man or woman.
Me: Who said that? Where am I?
Who I am is of no concern to you Mr. Parker. You have other things to be more concerned with.
Me: Like what? That I'm your prisoner?
I saved your life Mr. Parker when I easily could have left you to rot. Without my help your body would have been sent into another dimension in which you don't have a hope of ever returning from.
Me: The Black Star Rays!
Darkforce. That is the correct term and that is where Dr. Croit was drawing energy from. It's a primordial dimension in which only darkness exists. You would have been trapped there forever.
Me: …What exactly do you want then? What reason did you save me for?
In certain cultures your life would be mine to use Mr. Parker. Without me you would be dead or lost within the darkforce dimension. My powers are the only thing between you and oblivion.
Me: You want me to work for you? Like some kind of slave?
Yes. But do well and follow my commands willingly, you will become more than a slave and instead an employee with benefits. After all…..
The Mirror I was looking into disappeared and in its place was a glass window which showed me the outside.
On the outside of my room I saw several people dressed in yellow beekeeper suits and one woman dressed in a green suit with gold trimmings. The woman was beautiful with black hair and blue eyes. She was looking at me with a blood thirsty grin.
Woman: …..the Scientist Supreme always rewards those who are loyal to her!
What the hell did I get myself into now?
And that's it. I'm ending on a cliff hanger. I am using ubsure and little known details taken from the old marvel comics and the marvel Wikipedia database as well as fan sites.
If anyone has any suggestions regarding plot points as well as storylines. Please tell me.
Flames will be deleted and unintelligent suggestions will be ignored.