Chapter 1: The Parker Boy

A/N: So, this chapter is set in the present. It is Peter Parker's 15th birthday and it is also the last day of school. Here is the thing, in the original first chapter, it was set in August. And it was the last day of school. Really? The last day in school is in August? No. I can't believe I noticed that this was wrong just now. So, I changed the date to early May. Enjoy the official first chapter!

The Parker House, May 5th, 2020

Peter Parker. That's my name. Don't ware it out. I was born on May 5th, 2005. And today just so happened to be my birthday and the last day of school. Not only that, but I was finally getting the school field trip to Oscorp Industries that my parents had promised me. My parents, Richard and Mary Parker, worked as lab assistants at Oscorp. I went to school at Manhattan Junior High and it looked like I'd be going to Midtown Senior High School after that. If it weren't for my love for school and my loving parents, I could easily hate my life. There are only a few people in this world that I either cared about or just saw in general. My loving Aunt May and Uncle Ben, whom I saw every so often. Maybe once or twice every other months. My mother and father were very busy people. So, I didn't exactly have all the time in the world to visit with those that I liked. Then there was Gwen Stacy, my one and only friend at Manhattan Junior High. She was about half a year older then me, but nevertheless, we were put in the same grade level and same homeroom class for the last two years of Junior High. The thing is, is that we've known each other since we were in third grade. But since third grade, we never had a lot of classes together. We've had third, fourth and the same homerome these last two years.

I might as well tell you more. She was nearly my height and had blue eyes. Jesus, why am I speaking in past-tense? She has blue eyes and is my height. She is a very nice person. It'd be rare to ever see her fight with someone. I love her like my own sister, if I had one. Don't tell her that I secretly have a crush on her! That's why it's a secret! Other stuff about her? Her full name is Gwendolyne Stacy. But only her father calls her Gwendolyne. And don't think her father isn't capable of raising her. For Christ sakes, her father is single-handedly raising her! Her mother died of cancer when she was nine, which she doesn't like talking her mother's passing. Also, her oldest brother died while in military service. He died in Afghanistan a few years back. In fact, her family has an extended military history. More on that later. I call her Gwendy sometimes, because it annoys her and it is kind of fun. She often says she'd like to go into the modeling career. I support, just because I like her. Her blue eyes are sparkly, I forgot to mention that. They are like two shiny gemstones. Don't forget her beautiful blonde hair! That and her eyes are the main reason why I am attracted to her.

She is also (luckly) single. That's most of my description of her. Also, I said that her family had a military history. She had a great grandfather who fought in World War II when he was in his early twenties. And then her grand father fought in the middle of the Cold War when he was about nineteen or twenty, to follow in his father's footsteps. And when Gwen's dad grew up, instead of going into the military, he wanted to work in the N.Y.P.D. I've just barely told you about myself, so I'm going to focus on that now. Following in my parent's footsteps, I want to be a scientist or a doctor. I am five feet, ten inches tall. I have hazel eyes and brown hair. That, is unfortunately is most of all I can say about myself. I'm extremely geeky and really intelligent. The prime reason why I'm picked on at school. And Gwen usually had to defend me. Kind of funny. A girl defending a boy? It's usually the other way around, right? "Peter, you'll be late for your last day of school!" my mother called. "Are you ok?" I looked to my door, where I heard my mother calling from downstairs. "Yes mom!" I called back. "I'll be right down!" I looked into the mirror attached to the door of my closet, as I combed my hair. I straightened my dress shirt and connected the belt on my slacks. I usually dressed like this everyday, but that doesn't really matter now.

I put on my jacket and grabbed my phone, slipping it into my pocket as I walked out the door. I walked down the stairs in a hurry and into the kitchen. My father, with with gray hair starting to show in his sideburns, sat at the table, reading on his tablet. "Morning, Dad." I said. He only looked up at me for a few seconds, before going back to work. "Your father is busy and frusterated." my mom said. "About what?" I asked as I grabbed a banana. "Work stuff." she said. "We know you are so curious about we do, but we'd lose our jobs if we told you everything!" I nodded. "Ok." I said. "What took you so long?" my mother asked. I looked at her. "I was just thinking." I replied. "About your crush on Gwen?" she asked. I whirled my head back in her direction, surprised. She smiled when she saw my look of surprise. "Mothers always know." she said. "So, why don't you ask her on a date?" I continued staring at her before I spoke. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" I asked. "What if she doesn't like me that way?"

My mom just smiled warmly at me. "What isn't there to like about you?" she asked. "You are very handsome, well-mannered and like her, you are very smart!" I sighed. "Well, unlike her, I am shy." I said. "I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends when you get to Senior High, Peter." she said. "But you have to go now. You'll be late." As she stopped talking she handed me a twenty dollar bill. "Your father and I will be at your Uncle Ben and Aunt May's house later." she said. "Go there after the field trip." I nodded, taking the bill out of her hand. "Thank you." I said. "I'll see you guys later!" Before I walked out the door, I heard her speak once more. "Remember to have fun today!" she said. "Remember that we worked hard to get you this field trip!" I nodded one last time, before leaving the house. I walked down to my bus stop and waited for the bus. It eventually came and I boarded, awaiting the journey to school.

Midtown Junior High School, Queens

I walked into the main hall of Midtown Junior High School. The school had two floors and two only. It also had a basement, but no one ever went down there. As I have described myself, it shouldn't be a surprise that I get straight A's. I was almost to my homeroom, when I heard his voice. "Parker!" I heard Flash Thompson's voice behind me. "Where's our payment?!" Flash Thompson. He is the lead bully at Midtown Junior High School. He was a half a foot taller than I was and was way more muscular than I was. But I had more brains than he ever had. He had blonde hair, that was a bit on the curly side. I felt him push me from behind towards the wall. I tried to get into the classroom, but one of Flash's cronies blocked my path. He pushed me back towards Flash, who pushed me back towards him. As I got closer to Kenny Harlan, Flash's right hand man, he kicked me in the shin. I got back up and tried to run, but Flash grabbed the back of my shirt. "Come on, hit me!" he said. "I'll let you have the first shot!" He threw me forward and I tripped over myself. I got back up and tried to back away from them, only to back into a wall. "Ok Parker," Flash said. "Let's get this over with. Just hand over the cash." I cleared my throat. Where is Gwen? Why isn't she defending me? "I don't have any lunch money today." I said.

"That's a bunch of bull." Flash said, as he looked at Kenny. "Search him." I looked at Flash. "Excuse me?" I asked. Before I could react, Kenny was searching my shirt pocket and my slack pockets. He eventually got to the left hand side pocket on my slacks and pulled out the twenty that my mom had given me. "And what's this?" Flash asked, as Kenny handed the twenty to him. "I thought you said 'I don't have any lunch money today.'?" I frowned in anger. "It's not lunch money!" I said. "It's money for a cab after the field trip today!" Flash looked at me in confusion. "What field trip?!" he said, laughing. "The field trip to Oscorp!" I said. "The building where my mother and father work." Flash sneered. "Well, looks like you're walking after the field trip." Flash said, as he stuffed the twenty in his pocket. "Because your money is going to the National Flash Thompson Foundation." I was a little angry now. "Give it back!" I said, running towards him. Flash slugged me in the face and I fell on my back. I felt a little bit of blood running down my upper lip. "If you are as brainy as you express yourself, you'll stay down." Kenny said, as he kicked me in my side. I let out a groan as I heard them walk away and after a few seconds, got up.

I felt my upper lip, beneath my nose and found it was wet with blood. I sighed and walked into the restroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that most of my upper lip and nostrils were caked with blood. My glasses were also crooked. I took my glasses off and slipped them in my T-shirt pocket. I grabbed a paper towel and got it wet and started to rub the blood caked area. After I had done that, I took my glasses back out and started to work on getting them straight again. After I put them back on, I looked in the mirror to see if I looked half decent. After I was sure that I was good, I walked out of the restroom and towards my homeroom. I walked in and sat down in my seat and waited. Eventually Gwen walked in, about five minutes later and sat down next to me, just as homeroom was starting. "Hey Peter." she said. "Hey." I said, looking at her. "Whoa!" she exclaimed. "What happened to you?" I sighed in frusteration. "Flash took my twenty dollars and punched me in the face." I said. She frowned. "Why did he punch you?" she asked. "Because I tried to take my money back." I said. "I guess he was right. I am walking home from the field trip." Gwen sighed as she dug into her purse. "Forget that, Peter." she said. "You can borrow a twenty from me."

"Oh, um thanks." I replied. "Don't mention it!" she said. "That's what friends are for! I'm sorry I wasn't there to defend you..." I sighed once again. "It's ok. I don't even really care." I said. "Oh, I forgot. Happy birthday, Peter." she said. I smiled. "Well, at least you remembered." I said. Gwen gave me a sad face. "What? Did your parents forget your birthday?" she asked. I nodded. "My own mother didn't even mention it. But I don't blame them. They're probably busy with Oscorp stuff." Gwen laughed. "Oscorp, my god, you'd love to work there." I nodded, smiling. "You're right, I would." I replied. "Just like my parents." Gwen rubbed her hands together. "When do you leave?" she asked. "In a while. Why?" I asked. She gave me a sad face. "I just wanted to know how long I had to speak with you until summer school starts." she said. I just stared at her in surprise. "What, you're not coming?" I asked. She shook her head. "No. I don't have any interest in Oscorp. That's for you, not me." I sighed. "I guess you're right." I replied. "Well, have fun out there and have a good start to the summer, ok?" she asked. I nodded. "Of course. I'll see you in summer school, Gwendy." I said. She frowned. "Don't call me that. You know I hate being called that." I laughed. "Yeah, I know." I said. "I just like annoying you sometimes." She just laughed, as the teacher started the class.

Oscorp Industries, Manhattan

"Welcome to Oscorp Industries." our tour guide replied, as he walked into the lobby of the huge tower. I let out a low whistle as I looked up. Up to about ten stories, were dozens of platforms and bridges intersecting each other. "We will start with seeing the lower clearance projects. And then we'll view the Venom Project and a few other things." she replied. First, we viewed a set of modern military battle armor. "This is our latest set of the Type-24B Battle Armor." the tour guide replied. "It is made of light spandex, with kevlar coating over the more protective areas. It will stop a knife, but not bullets if it's a direct shot." The armor also had what looked like a revamped version of a 1970's M16 at it's side. "The weapon at it's side is a newer model of a 1970's M16. It's called the M26 and fires a three round burst of concentrated laser fire." I raised my hand, trying to get the guide's attention. She eventually saw my hand and pointed at me. "Question young man?" she asked. "Um, why are you telling us all this?" I asked. "I can tell why you are curious." she said. "You, the students, the adults of tomorrow, you deserve to know about some technology that you might be working with." I nodded, intrigued. Types of technology I could be using? All of this seems sweet!

The group and I moved on to another area of the building. "I should have said this at the beginning of the tour, but we will also go into the labs and talk with one of our top scientists." Once again, I raised my hand. The tour guide pointed at me. "Another question, young man?" she asked. I nodded. "Will we get to see uh, Norman Osborn?" I asked, my voice cracking when I spoke his name. "Norman Osborn?" the tour guide asked, laughing. "Oh my, no. Mr. Osborn is very busy these days. And on top of that, he is sick. Very sick." I nodded, disappointed. "Since this young has brought it up, I think it's time for a pop quiz. Raise your hand if you know who Mr. Norman Osborn is." she said. I was the only one in the group who raised my hand. She sighed in frusteration. "You guys should have done your homework before coming here." she replied, before looking back at me. "Young man, could you please tell us who Mr. Osborn is?" I nodded. "I'd be glad to." I said, grinning. "Norman Osborn was born in Hartford, Connecticut. He majored in science in college and some time later, found Oscorp Industries in 1987." The tour guide seemed to be impressed. "Well, that is all almost correct" she said. "But he found Oscorp in 1986. Well, that's taken care of. Let's move on." We started walking again and we passed an open door. Out of curiousity, I looked in for a second.

I saw a red suit with white eye panels. And on it's chest, well, it was hard to describe. It looked like a falcon or type of bird? I'm not sure. The case that the suit was in closed before I could get a better look. And then the door closed. I was a bit disappointed, but got back to the group before I got myself in trouble. We walked into a big room, with dozens of cases of spiders in the room. As I looked, I noticed all the spiders had a number on their back. "There are about 3,000 species of spiders in North America and about 35,000 in the entire world. Scientists believe that there are many undiscovered species today. They are in the Order Araneae," the tour guide replied, as we walked into the center of the room. "and they are grouped into three-sub orders and seventy different families." I continued to look at the cases and the variety of different colored spiders. A few were leaping in the small, artificial environments. Lots were just sitting in their webs, without a care in the world. "These are our 250 different bio-genetically enhanced spiders and-"

One of the students interrupted. "Um, there are a few missing." The tour guide seemed to be annoyed. "Look, I'm guessing the researchers or scientist guys are working on them. I'm just a tour guide here." she said. As she continued to drone on, I let out a short laugh. "Must be an intern he-" I began to speak, but I felt an intense buzzing in my head. I didn't know what was going on, but then I felt my hand start to feel like it was on fire. I looked down at my right hand and what I saw freaked me out a good bit. There was a spider on my hand and the bump on my hand was starting to turn red. I wouldn't have been that worried, but I noticed it's back. On it's back, was a number. At that time, I knew, I had been bitten by a radioactive spider.

A/N: I really want to apologize for not updating in about two months. To all the fifty seven views this story has gotten, thanks for waiting, if you have. And sorry you had to wait so long. So, Peter has been bitten by the spider. I'm just going to say it. No one said that Peter isn't going to be an orphan. So, don't expect his parents to be around all that long. Also, this may be very rare, to see in a Spider-Man comic/book/novel, but don't expect to see Uncle Ben die. Because he won't! He's gonna be around for the entire storyline! With all of that said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!