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Chapter 3

Peter walked through his front door and set his bag down on the couch, his Aunt was standing in the kitchen cutting garlic on the cutting board with a towel draped over her shoulder.

"Hey," Peter exclaimed as he walked to the fridge.

"I'm making spaghetti and meatballs tonight," May said continuing to chop up the ingrediants.

"You serious? spaghetti and meatballs?" He said opening the fridge looking for a substitute dinner for himself.

"Since when don't you like spaghetti and meatballs?" she responded while picking up the freshly chopped onions and throwing them into the pot on the stove.

Peter didn't feel like cooking for himself so he decided to just grab a Gatorade and deal with the food his Aunt was making later. He closed the fridge and walked past her toward the sink. She took a quick glance at him as he walked by and noticed the bruise on his face from where Flash had hit him earlier.

"Oh my god," She said looking worringly at the bruise.

"What?" Peter said confused.

"What happened to your face?" May said drying her hands on the towel that hung over her shoulder.

"Oh, I'm alright I just fell, skating," He lied while jumping up and sitting on the counter.

She gave him a concerned sigh as Ben Parker walked into the kitchen barefoot carrying a dirty box filled with trophies.

"Ben Parker! Don't you even think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen!" May exclaimed at her husband.

"These are my bowling trophies," He responded proudly.

"Oh, then by all means leave that filthy box in my kitchen," she said sarcasticlly.

Peter laughed while taking a sip from his Gatorade bottle, his Uncle turned his attention toward him.

"What happened to you?" he said putting the box onto the floor.

"He fell," May replied, "Why you kids ride those things I'll never know,"

"Because it's stupid and dangerous. Remember when we were stupid and dangerous?" Ben asked his wife.

"No," she said as seriously as possible.

"Trust me we were," Ben said to his nephew.

"Good to know," Peter responded chuckling, as he spoke his phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket.

Harry

Hey Pete, sorry I didn't make it for lunch I heard what ahppened you alright? Anyway got some big news tomorrow morning, Don't be late!

Peter

Yeah I'm fine. Alright I'll see you then.

Peter stuck his phone back in his pocket and looked down at his uncle who was admiring the bright gold trophies in the soaking wet box. He looked down at his Ben's pant's which were rolled up to his knee, and then Peter looked at the water he had dragged behind him when he walked in.

"Hey where's the flood?" he asked.

"Follow me I'll show you," Ben said carrying the box out of the kitchen.

"You serious?" Peter yelled down the hall.

"Yes," Ben replied.

Peter gave a child like groan and slugged his way off the counter following his Uncle down the hallway and into the basement. As they reached the puddle of water Peter grabbed one of the dry empty boxes and followed behind his Uncle.

"I think it's the condensor tray," Ben said looking at Peter for approval.

"No it's to much water to be the condensor tray, or the heat exchange tubing so it's got to be the fill line," he responded without even thinking.

"That's the only thing that makes any sense," Ben says raising his hands up, "Can you fix it?"

"No, not tonight I'll go by the hardware store tomorrow," Peter said making gestures with the box he was holding

"Good deal, meanwhile put this on your face," Ben said tossing a frozen steak at Peter.

Peter fumbles it around before fully catching it and sticking it on the bruise under his lip.

"How's the other guy look?" Ben says pulling more meats out of the small freezer and sticking them into a box.

Peter just looks at him blankly trying not to give away his lie.

"Come on I know a right cross when I see one," His Uncle says as if his intelligence was just insulted, "Yes or no do I have to call someboy's father?"

"No no," Peter responded with his voice slightly muffled by the t-bone under his mouth.

"Well I wouldn't tell your Aunt May, pitty the poor kid that's have to suffer her wrath," Ben said continuing to load meats into the almost full box.

Ben picked up the box and began walking toward the stairs. Before he got up the stairs he said back to Peter, "Before you come up see if ther's anything else worth saving,"

"Okay," Peter said back.

Peter began to move boxes filled with junk or that were ruined beyond salvation so he could see behind the freezer. As he bent down to see what he could find the light from the window landed on a familiar looking briefcase, he picked it up and looked at it in complete shock the initials on the buckle read RP. It belonged to his father Richard Parker.

Peter carried the brown leather bag up stairs not taking his eyes off the lettering once. His Aunt and Uncle were in the kitchen arguing about plumbers or something of that sort, but Peter's only focus was on the briefcase he held in his hands. When Ben and May saw Peter walk into the dining room holding it they went dead silent, Ben looked back at his wife then looked to Peter.

"I forgot all about that thing," He said with a nervous chuckle.

Peter looked over at him for a second then returned his gaze to the letters.

"It was your dads. He asked us to keep it safe for him," Ben said nodding to May standing in shock in the kitchen.

Ben could sense the pain in Peter so he continued to talk about Richard, "He saw it in the window of the leather shop over on 9th avenue," he said sitting down at the table, "He was 19, what does a 19 year old need with a briefcase? And guess who sold it to him,"

"I don't know," Peter said in a small whispered tone.

"Your mother," Ben said back, "That's how they met,"

"He asked you to kee-keep this safe? Why? Ther-There's nothing in here, ha-have you looked in here? There's nothing here," Peter said nervously.

"Your father was a very secretive man Peter," May said snapping herself out of her shocked state.

"Yeah, I know," Peter said giving an almost sarcastic laugh.

Peter looked through the brown bag intnetively and found a black and white newspaper clipping of three men, one being his father, one being Harry's father, and another man who was missing an arm. He studied it quickly before handing it to his Uncle.

"Who's that? Do you know who that is?" Peter asked anxiously.

"Peter that's ," his Uncle answered quickly trying to avoid the obvious question.

"No, no the other one," Peter said even more anxious than before.

"Some guy who worked with your dad I guess," He said looking as if he were trying to think of who he was.

Peter looked down at the picture again trying to remember if he knew this man or not.

"Just take this off the table alright? We're going to eat, off," May pushed the bag up from the table and wiped down the spot it had been sitting on, "And wash your hands now,"

Peter nodded his head and put the pciture back in the bag and walked up stairs to his room where he stowed the bag while he ate.

After dinner he returned to his room to examine the briefcase his father had left and all it's contents. He pulled things out one by one and placed them in a neat line below the bag, there was a glasses case, an Oscorp name tag, three pens, a calculator, a pager, two coins, and the picture of his faher, , and the other man.

Peter opened up the glasses case and found a pair of his father's old glasses, the same ones he'd put on as a kid so he could look like his dad. Peter immediatley walked into his bathroom and took out his contacts so he could put the glasses on.

He walked back into his room and sat down behind the bag and it's contents again. He picked up the badge and remembered the night his father left.

"I need you to be a good boy Peter," His father said kneeling in front of him.

"Where are you going?" a young Peter asked scared and innoscent

"There's something your mom and I have to do," He said.

Peter starred at the badge for another moment and set it back down with the rest of the things. Peter then picked up the briefcase again and twisted it, when he did he heard something sliding inside of the briefcase, but he was sure he emptied out the entire thing, so he twisted it again and again he heard the sliding noise, so Peter opened the bag wide and looked in he even moved his hand around the inside to make sure there was nothing left, then he realized he hadn't checked the back zipper, so he flipped it around and unzipped the back. Peter looked inside, but there was nothing again, but then he slid his finger across the top of the inside lining and felt a clip to a folder.

When Peter saw the folder had the Oscorp logo on it he stood up closed the door and hit a switch to lock it. Peter pulled the goldish folder out of the briefcase and to big red zeroes on the front, he then opened the folder and saw pages of his father's research.

"What is this?" Peter whispered to himself, "Zero Zero Decay Rate Algorithm,"

Peter started to flip through more of the pages when he heard a knock at his door. He looked at the door nervously a tossed the folder aside hiding it under the briefcase itself.

"Yeah, one sec, one sec," Peter said to the door as he scattered the contents of the briefcase into a messy pile.

Peter got up from the floor and sat down at his computer before flipping the switch that unlocks the door.

"Come in," Peter said as he began messing with the mouse as if he had been sitting there the whole time.

His Uncle walked through the door and looked at him, "You okay?" He asked.

Peter looked up at him through the square shaped glasses, "Yeah, what's up?" He said trying to act casual.

"God, you look just like him," Ben said smiling.

Peter pulled the glasses up to his forehead and shook his head and puckered his lips nervously acknowledging what was just said.

"Can I come in?" Ben asked from the doorway.

"Yeah," Peter answered in a smaller voice.

Ben walked in a closed the door, he nervously picked up a rubics cube that Peter had finished so many years ago he had forgotten himself.

"Listen um, I don't have much education you know that Peter, hell I stopped being able to help you with your homework when you were 10," Ben said sitting down on Peter's bed and fiddling with the rubics cube in his hands, "What I'm trying to say is uh, I know it's been rough for you without your dad and I know we don't talk much about them,"

"Yeah, it's alright," Peter said shrugging his shoulders.

"No it is not alright I wish I could change it, but I can't," Ben gave a heavy sigh, "Curt Connors, that's the name of the guy in the picture with your dad and Harry's father, they all worked together for years and they were close, but after that night we never saw him again, he never even called, not once, go figure," Ben said looking back down at the colorful cube in his hands that was now less then perfect, "She's pretty," he said nodding toward the many pictres of Gwen that were on Peter's computer.

Peter looked over at the monitor and crooked his head in embarassment.

Ben set the rubics cube back down on the desk and opened up the door, but before he could walk out Peter's voice stopped him.

"Hey Uncle Ben, you're a pretty great dad alright?" Peter said.

Ben gave a small smile to his nephew and closed the door.

Peter spent the remainder of the night looking up the research his father, Conners, and had done at Oscorp. He find articles on Cross Species Genetics and Connors' website. He read every article he could until his body wouldn't allow his eyes to stay open for one more second. Peter needed to meet with and and he knew Harry would be more than willing to help him.