Chapter 2: Once Bitten

A/N: So, Peter Parker has been bitten by the radioactive spider. In this chapter, Peter will begin to expierence the first stage of the effects that follows the spider's bite. In this chapter, you will learn what the Venom Project is and maybe just a few other of the projects.

Oscorp Industries

I stared at the spider that was on my hand and at the resulting red bump. I gently flicked it off and held my hand in agony. "What the hell?" I whispered, as my vision began to blur. I quickly took out my phone to snap a picture of the spider before it got away. After I snapped a picture of the spider or two, I slipped my phone back into my pocket, hoping I wasn't seen. Luckly, I wasn't and the tour continued. I felt light-headed and drained of my energy, as if I'd just gone ten rounds. I stumbled and felt sick to my stomach. I slowly recovered and again followed the rest of the tour group. After maybe five minutes of walking, we walked into a big room, like a office room, I guess. When all the students and I were in the office room, the tour guide told us to stop talking as a man in a lab coat walked in from one of the offices in the big room. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen." the man said. It was at this time, that I noticed that his right arm wasn't present, from the elbow down.

"My name is Doctor Curtis Connors." he replied. "You may address me as Doctor Connors if you have questions." He rubbed his mouth with his left hand. "Alright, so let's get to the me talking to you about the numerous projects that you students are ok to know about." He cleared his throat as he clicked the lights off and pulled a turned a holographic projector on. "Before you ask me any questions or I start this thing," he replied. "I understand that we have the son of two famous scientists in the room. A Peter Parker, I believe?" I was shocked. I didn't know that my parents talked about me at work. I cleared my throat, before raising my hand, so he could see me. He turned in my direction. "Ah, yes." he said, gesturing towards me. "By all means come over here, dear boy. You have no idea just how important you are." I gulped, feeling a bit scared, before stepping forward. Doctor Connors put his arm around my shoulder. "This Peter Parker," he replied. "the son of the two highest ranking scientists here. Might as well welcome him into the family, seeing as he will most likely work here when he is older."

"Well, it is my dream job." I said, trying my best to ignore the feeling of sickness in my body. "And it should be." he said, patting my back. "You may go back to the group now." he said. I nodded and walked back. "Ok, let's hit this thing off." Doctor Connors replied. "How many of you know that reptiles have regenerative capabilities?" I was among the few to raise my hand. "That's one of the things we are researching here at Oscorp." Doctor Connors said. "We've been trying to see if we can tamper with a lizard's genetic code and apply it to a human's DNA structure." I raised my hand. "Yes, Mister Parker?" he asked. "Isn't that dangerous?" I asked. "Well, normally yes." he said. "But with our methods of trying different approaches to get the two parts to cooperate, we'll eventually get it." He cleared his throat once again. "Now, I'm sure you've heard the tour guide mention the Venom Project." Most of the students, if not all of them, including me, nodded. "Well, before I explain exactly what the project is, let me ask a question." he said. "Have any of you heard of the condition Hemolytic Anemia?" None of us nodded. Even I had never heard of it.

"No? None of you? Well, I shouldn't be surprised." he said. "Auto-Immune Hemolytic Anemia, rather than Hemolytic Anemia is a rare, but serious case of blood disorders. The one I refer to is a condition in which Red Blood Cells are destroyed and removed from the bloodstream before their normal lifespan is over. For those of you who haven't taken a biology-II class or a general biology class that doesn't go over blood, the reason your Red Blood Cells are important is because of their ability to carry oxygen to the body and also remove carbon dioxide from the body. The Red Blood Cells live for about 120 days or so and then they die. Your White Blood Cells help fight disease and provide immunity. When your blood cells die, the body's bone marrow makes more blood cells to replace them. However, with Hemolytic Anemia, the bone marrow can't make blood cells fast enough to meet the body's needs. Hemolytic Anemia can cause a number of problems, other then the one I just stated. Such as fatigue, pain, irregular heartbeats, an enlarged heart and/or heart failure."

A student interrupted Doctor Connors without raising his hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said. "How does this Hemo-whats-it stuff relate to the Venom Project?" Doctor Connors took on a look of anger. "I'm getting to that! In the meantime, don't intterupt me without raising your hand!" he said. "There are three causes to this disorder. One, blood loss. Two, lack of blood cell production and three, high rates Red Blood Cell destruction. The scary thing is that this condition can be acquired or inherited. You could be born with it or you could develop it." I raised my hand. "Yes, Mister Parker?" he asked. "Is it contagious? Curable?" I asked. "It is not contagious through any source and another cause of it is when the autoimmune system destroys one's own tissue." he said. "It was curable through only one way. The original cure for the condition used to be by way of doctors identifying the underlying cause. Now, with advanced medication that we've developed here at Oscorp, it can easily be cured. For a price." I raised my hand. "Before you ask," Doctor Connors replied. "the price could possibly be your life. It's very easy to overdose on this medication, so you have to make sure you take it only when prescribed."

"Anyway, we potentially cured Auto-Immune Hemolytic Anemia, but there is a slight problem in the field of blood disorders. The new disorder, instead of destroying Red Blood Cells, it destroys both Red Blood Cells and White Blood Cells. And also, the bone marrow can't make more blood cells at all. However, the disorder targets white blood cells almost exclusively only attacking and destroying every 2 out of 5 of the Red Blood Cells it encounters." he continued. "This counterpart of the blood disorder is uncurable as of now. The cure we work on now, is called the Venom Project. I understand that the one and only teenager who has it will be going to Midtown Seniot High School. The condition is called Brock's Disease." I raised my hand. "Yes, Mr. Parker?" he asked. "What's his or her name?" I asked. "And how is they even alive?" Doctor Connors looked like he was thinking. "His name is Edward Brock Jr." he said. "And we provide him with a medication that slows the diseases progress down at a dramatic rate." After he answered my question, he walked over to a locker. "And this, is the Venom Project." he said, pulling the locker open. "I ask you not to touch it. You may look, you may not touch." We all walked over to Doctor Connors, who was holding a vial of dark fluid. "That's it?" I asked. "It is." he said. "And when it's finished, it could possibly cure any disease." I started to feel an intense buzzing in my head, but ignored it.

"How can it cure any disease?" I asked. Doctor Connors opened his mouth, but before he could answer, I heard a raspy voice from behind me and the whirring motor of something. "I hope you're telling them what they are authorized to know." the raspy voice said. I, followed by the rest of the group turned around, to see an aged old man with gray hair, pale skin and wearing a black business suit, sitting in an automated wheel chair. "Mr. Osborn!" Doctor Connors said. "What brings you here today, sir?" I looked at the man. "Mr. Osborn?" I asked. "As in Norman Osborn? Oh my God, I have so many questions for you! Like, what drove you to start Oscorp Industries? What-" I was going to keep rambling, but Mr. Osborn interrupted me, laughing hoarsly a bit. "Calm down kid." he said. "I don't have time to answer your questions or the energy to talk that long." It was at this time that I noticed he was smoking a cigarette and had a pack of cigarettes in his suit coat's pocket. "Um, sir?" Doctor Connors asked, as both us turned to look at him. "You should really stop smoking." After a few seconds, he spoke. "Bite me." Mr. Osborn said, in a hoarse voice. "It's my monthly inspection. You should know that. You're my second best scientist here and you know me well." He started coughing, which started as a regular cough, but then it turned to an agressive cough, as if he were about to vomit. I turned to look at him in concern and I saw him take a hankerchief from his suit coat pocket, which was behind the pack of cigarettes. He put the hankerchief over his mouth and when her brought it back to fold it up, I could barely see a red patch on it.

I stared at him in curiousity. "Well, I suppose I'll get going. Laboratories look great, Doc. See you next month." he said. With that, he turned his wheel chair around and moved it out the door. By this time, Doctor Connors had put the vial back in the locker. "Well my friends, it's been a pleasure having and talking to you," he said, pointing and winking at me. "espicially you Mr. Parker. I imagine that I'll see you again sometime. I'd love to talk more, but I really must get back to work." With that, he walked off back into his office, or at least I thought it was his office. Before I could ask or confirm that, the tour guide got back to us. "All right, we should move on and finish the tour." she said, as we all followed. Even I followed, as much as I wanted to talk to Doctor Connors, I still followed. The pain in my head was really starting to get to me, same with my blurry vision and my throbbing hand. I also felt like I was going to throw up. I followed the rest of the tour group, just waiting for it to be over so I could go home and go to sleep. Maybe then, I'd escape the pain.

...

A few hours had passed and the tour was nearly over. I just couldn't wait anymore. All I wanted was to just get home and get some rest. I felt absolutely horrible now. "And this concludes the tour of Oscorp Industries." the tour guide said. "Or at least the tour of the places we allow tours in." I rolled my eyes. Why? Of all the great places in this place, I didn't catch a reference to my parents or where they possibly work. I was bummed out about that. After the tour guide told us more information about internships, which yes, I am interested in, we were dismissed to leave for the busses. Well, I was taking a taxi. So, they got dismissed to the busses. I walked outside and sat against the wall, waiting for the busses to leave, so I could hail a taxi. I took out my phone and unlocked it. I opened my camera's gallery, to review the pictures of the radioactive spider I had taken. I had taken two or three picture of the spider, all of which were of it on the ground, trying to get underneath a lab table. I had thought there was a number on it's back and I was right. Is that 115 or 118? My vision was so blurry, I couldn't even make out the number that was on it's back. As if it mattered anyway. I sighed, as I put my phone away. After a few more minutes, the busses pulled out of the parking lot and I got up, walking towards the street. I just want to get home. I started to cross the street, with out even looking both ways. I felt an intense buzzing in my head and this next part that happened was just, I don't even know.

The intense buzzing was just painful and what I ended up doing, felt unreal. Without even thinking, I jumped and flipped out of the way of the car that was about to hit me. The reason that it was unreal, was because, well, I didn't do it! It was as if my mind forced my movements without my consent. As I caught my breath after landing, I realized something was wrong. I first realized it when I hopped off of the wall. Yes, when I hopped off of the wall. Wait, was I just sticking to the wall? I brushed it off as a hallucination, because I'm pretty sure that's what was happening since the spider bit me. In fact, maybe I've been hallucinating ever since Oscorp and I'm still sitting against the wall. I tried smacking myself, to see if I'd "wake up" from the hallucination, but it didn't work. I eventually gave up on attempting to bring myself out of it, realizing that it wasn't a hallucination and that this was all for real. I sighed and just waited for a taxi to come into view. As surprising as it sounds, it took maybe five minutes and I was just about to give up and just walk to Queens. Which is a long way from Manhattan. For a walk, anyway. "Taxi!" I shouted, as it stopped. I opened the door to the back seat and got in. "Where to kid?" the driver asked, in a casual voice. "Forest Hills, Queens. Please." I said. He nodded and he started driving.

"So uh, hows your day been, Mister?" I asked. "Oh, the usual I suppose." the driver replied. "There's been at least one holdup in traffic, just like always. What about your day, kid?" I sighed. "Oh, it's been a little strange. And the usual." I said. "I got beat up by the school bully and he took my money for cab fare, my friend gave me money, being the good friend she is and we had a field trip to Oscorp Industries." The driver let out a cough. "Oscorp, huh?" he asked. "That the big building, down the street aways?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." I said. "You're well mannered." he said. "I like that, kid." I smiled. "My parents taught me best." I said. "I can hear it." he said, chuckling. "So, anything else happening today?" he asked. "Well," I said. "it's by birthday and the last day of school." He chuckled a bit. "Well, happy birthday, uh..." he said, trailing off as he fished for a name. "Peter Parker." I said. "Happy Birthday Peter." he said. "My friends call me Vinnie." Vinnie, huh? "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vinnie." I said. "And it's a pleasure here too, Mr. Parker." Vinnie said, as he kept driving. "Vinnie? Is that an Italian name?" I asked. "It is." Vinnie replied. "My family is from Italy, in fact." I nodded. "What brings you to New York?" I asked. "Oh, I was born here. My grandparents were from Italy. I've only been there a few times."

About fifteen minutes or less later, we arrived in Forest Hills. "Alright kid," Vinnie said, turning around to look at me. "This is your stop. That'll be ten dollars." I took out the twenty that Gwen had handed me and gave it to Vinnie. "You want change, kid?" he asked, as he took it out of my hand and put in in the glove compartment. "No, that's ok." I said, about to get out. "Have a good summer, Vinnie." He chuckled. "Hey, we'll see what happens. See you, 'round kid." I got out of the car and walked up to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Before I opened the door, I felt an extreme wave of nausea coming on. I threw my head forward, away from the door and opened my mouth, expecting vomit to come out. However, no vomit came out. I brought my head back up and let out a deep breath. Oh my God. What has that spider done to me? I opened the door, walked in and closed behind me. "Hello!" I called. "Anyone home?" No answer. "Hello?" I called again, but I got no answer, again. I walked into the kitchen and looked around. "I can't believe it." I said. "No one is home. What the hell?" Thats when I saw the note on the kitchen table. Hmm, maybe it is for me? I was right, it was directed to me. As I read, I walked back the way I came and out the front door, to sit down.

Peter,

I'm sorry if we weren't here when you arrived. Something has come up at Oscorp and we needed to go. Your Aunt and Uncle went out to get groceries, considering we are going to be staying with them for a while. I have no idea when we will be back, so please don't call your father or I. Wait for May and Ben to get home. Watch T.V, read a book, take a nap, do whatever you want until they get back. Go for a walk even. Just enjoy yourself. After all the good grades you have made for the last few years, you deserve it.

Love,

Mom

Hmm. Something has come up at Oscorp? Could they know that I got bit by a spider? No, they couldn't possibly know. But still, what could have happened? "Hey!" a female voice said, whom sounded to be my age. "You're Peter Parker, right?" I looked up, to see a teenage girl and boy walking up the driveway. The girl was a red head and was wearing jeans, a blue tank top and a short jacket over the tank top. The boy, on the other hand, had dark brown hair, was wearing slacks, like me, dress shoes and a button up, long sleeved business shirt. "Um, hi." I said, getting up and putting the note in my back pocket. "Do I know you?" The girl smiled. "My name is Mary Jane. Mary Jane Watson." she said. "I live next door with my mother and Aunt Anna." Mary Jane Watson? "Oh, yes. I remember now." I said, sticking out my hand. "My Aunt May has mentioned you a lot. Trust me. When I say a lot, I mean a lot." Mary Jane took my hand and shook it. "I admire your manners. I can tell we're gonna be great friends." she said. I turned to look at the boy, sticking out my hand. "And you are?" I asked, fishing for a name. The boy scowled at first, before taking my hand and smiling just a little. "Harold Osborn." he said. "But you can call me Harry. Only my dad calls me Harold."

"Harry Osborn? As in Norman Osborn?" I asked, surprised. He nodded. "Wow, I didn't know he had a son." I replied. "Well he does. How do you know my father?" he asked. "Oh, come on." I said. "Every knows who Norman Osborn is! He's the famous founder of Oscorp Industries! In fact, I spoke to him earlier today. Briefly, but I spoke to him nonetheless." Harry scowled. "Oh, I see." he said. "My father doesn't have time for me, but he has time to talk to nobodies? I see how it is." After saying that, he stomped off and down the sidewalk. "Harry! Wait up! Come back!" Mary Jane called. After she failed, she looked back at me. "I'm sorry Peter." Mary Jane said. "He's always been in a tight spot like this with his dad." She seemed to be thinking and eventually took out a red pen. "Can I see your hand, please?" she asked. "Um, sure?" I said, sticking my hand out. She took my hand and started writing on it. After she was done, she clicked her pen off. "We should hang out sometime! See you around, Peter!" And with that, she jogged down the driveway and off in the direction where Harry had went. "Yeah. See ya." I said, looking at the red handwriting on the top of my hand.

(212)-854-4296

Call Me,

Mary Jane Watson

I just shrugged and walked back inside. I sat down at the kitchen table, just thinking about how weird the day had been. I eventually realized I was hungry. Really hungry. "Sure Aunt May and Uncle Ben won't mind if I make a sandwhich." I replied. I took a loaf of bread out of the pantry and went to the fridge. "Let's see. Turkey, mustard and lettuce." I replied as I took out the three items. I went back to the counter with all three items and put them down. "Plates, plates..." I said, going through each cabinet. I haven't been here in forever, I thought. How should I know where the plates are at? I decided to quit wasting my time and just use a napkin to hold the sandwhich instead. So, I took a few napkins from the roll and laid them on the counter. I took two pieces of bread from the loaf and put it back in the pantry. I took out a few pieces of turkey from the bag and placed them on one side. I did the same with the lettuce. I grabbed the bottle of mustard and squirted a little on each side of the sandwhich. I walked back to the fridge to put the stuff back. After I did, I walked back over to the counter, wrapped the sandwhich in the napkin and walked out into the living room. I sat down on the couch that sat with it's back to the living room window. I bit into the sandwhich and cringed. Oh, too much mustard. I continued eating nonetheless and eventually started to feel that annoying buzzing in my head. "What the hell?" I hissed, as I put my sandwhich on the living room table and proceeding to hold my head.

I don't know why, but I eventually turned around and faced out the window. What I saw didn't look real. Then again, it was on the other side of the street, on the opposite sidewalk. The man was wearing a black trenchcoat and get this, had red skin! Well, at least on his face. I couldn't tell if his hands were red, as they were covered by black gloves. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not, but before I could get a better look at him, he turned and walked down the sidewalk, eventually getting out of view. "Who the heck was that?" I asked myself, before sitting back down on the couch to finish my sandwhich. I picked it up off of the table and started to eat it again. I decided to turn on the T.V. and watch the news. So, I did. I grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. I surfed through the channels and eventually came to a news bulletin, regarding Oscorp. Maybe my question will be answered? "We still have no idea what has happened to Oscorp volunteer, Flint Marko," the newscaster replied. "who just mysteriously vanished from his living quarters, not long ago." I turned off the T.V. Well, now I know. I heard a car pull up in the driveway and saw that it was my Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

I got up and grabbed the napkin that I had used to hold my sandwhich. I walked into the kitchen and threw it in the trash. When I had come back towards the living room, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were walking into the house, with their groceries. "Peter!" my Aunt May called. I walked over to her and hugged her. "Oh, my precious nephew. How are you Peter?" she asked. "I'm great, thank you. How are you?" I said. "Oh, it's been good." she said, as we parted. "Hi, Uncle Ben." I said. "Peter." he said. "You're growing into quite the young man. You look so much like your father." I nodded. "I get that all the time." I said. "Well, you should." Aunt May said. My Aunt May had brown hair, that was almost completely gray. She was a little shorter than my Uncle Ben, who was taller, obviously and had completely gray hair. "So, how was the Oscorp field trip?" Uncle Ben asked. "It was great!" I said, as Aunt May walked past me with the groceries. "I met a scientist who actually works with my parents and I met Norman Osborn himself!" I said. Uncle Ben's eyes widened. "The Norman Osborn?" he asked. I nodded. "Wow. What's he like?" he asked. "He seems sick. He has to use a wheel chair to get around." Uncle Ben nodded. "Peter, do you want me to get you anything?" Aunt May called. "Aren't you hungry?" I turned around and looked into the kitchen. "No thanks. I already had a sandwhich." I replied. "Besides, I don't feel well, I think I'm gonna go upstairs and go to sleep."

I walked past Uncle Ben and up the stairs to the guest room, where slept whenever I stayed here. "What was that all about?" I heard Uncle Ben ask from downstairs. I opened the door to the guest room and closed it behind me. I took of my jacket and threw on the floor. I took off my shoes, just as the dizzy feeling started to settle in. I tried to stay standing up as I pulled the blanket and sheet back, but I fell before I could even get the sheet back. I landed on my bed and just pulled the blanket up to my chin, as my headache got even worse. I started to hear the tour guide's words over and over. There are about 3,000 species of spiders in North America and about 35,000 in the entire world. Scientists believe there are many undiscovered species today. They are in the Order Aranea. And they are grouped in three sub-orders and seventy different families. These are 250 different bio-genetically enhanced spiders- I held my head as the headache grew into a migrain. I eventually drifted off to sleep and began to dream.

Elsewhere...

A German man walked into a building and into the lobby. He stopped at the front desk, to see the door man reading a newspaper, with his feet up on the desk. "I'm here to see the Kingpin." the man said. "I have no idea what you're talkin' about Mister." the man said, turning the page of his newspaper. The man was impatient enough already. So, he ripped the newspaper from the man's hands and picked him up by the shirt collar. "I'll say it again." he said. "I'm here to see the Kingpin!" The door man was sweating now and smiled nervously. "Of course." he said, as the man dropped him. "I'm so sorry Mr. Franz. I didn't recognize you." Mr. Franz scowled. "That's what I thought." he said. The door man handed Mr. Franz a key. "Use that to unlock the secret elevator that goes to the penthouse." he said. "Don't forget to return it when you get back down." Mr. Franz took it, without saying thanks. "Um sir?" the door man asked. "You didn't say thanks." Mr. Franz sighed and reached into the trenchcoat he was wearing. He turned around, bring out a Walther pistol and pointed it at the door man. "Do I really need to express my anger?" Mr. Franz asked. "No sir. My mistake." the door man said. "You're right it's your mistake." Mr. Franz said, placing the Walther back into it's holster within his trenchcoat. Mr. Franz walked towards the wall that had a loosen wooden brick in it. He took the brick from it's slot and inserted the key into the keyhole behind the brick.

Mr. Franz stepped into the elevator after it opened and clicked the only button on the panel, labeled "penthouse". It took about a minute for the elevator to get to the top of the building and the elevator doors opened. He walked to the end of the hall, where were to double doors that were closed. He was about to just up and walk in, but the security guard blocked his path. "I'm gonna have to search you sir." the guard said. Mr. Franz was not impressed. "Of course sir. Search me as you will." he said. The guard took out a handheld metal detector and began to search Mr. Franz. Two beeps followed, one of each on the left and right side of his trenchcoat. "You're not getting past me with weapons, fella." the guard said gruffly, after he was done searching Mr. Franz. He took out his two Walther pistols and handed them to the guard. The guard stepped forward to take them from him and when he did, Mr. Franz kicked the guard in the knee and put his arms around his neck. "No one takes Eric Franz's weapons." he whispered into the guard's ear, right before hitting the guard in the head with the butt of one of the Walthers.

He threw the guard to the ground and opened the door, after holstering his weapons. He walked into the conference room, with huge windows overlooking the city. "Mr. Franz, I presume?" a man said, in a deep and bold voice. Mr. Franz turned in the direction of the voice, to see a big man, wearing a black tuxedo. "That's right." Mr. Franz said. "And you are the Kingpin?" The man nodded. "So I am." he said. "I'm glad you got here as soon as you did." the Kingpin said. "Let's cut to the chase." Mr. Franz said. "You're all business." the Kingpin said. "I like that." The Kingpin went over to the table and grabbed a folder. He walked back over to Mr. Franz. "Here's all the information that I had an agent of mine gather." Mr. Franz took the folder and opened it. Paper clipped onto the folder, was a clipping from a newspaper. It was a picture of a boy and what Franz assumed was his parents. There was a caption at the bottom of the picture. Local boy in Queens wins the Midtown Junior High Science Award, Franz read to himself. "The kid must be pretty smart." Franz replied, as he flipped through the files. "Nevermind the kid." the Kingpin said. "My client only wants you to harm the boy's parents. No one else." Franz growled. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." He closed the folder. "Consider it done." Franz replied. "Good." the Kingpin said, smiling. "You may go now." Mr. Franz walked towards the door and opened it, walking towards the elevator.

A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. For the next chapter, I don't really have anything in mind for it. Except for the fact that Peter will accidently learn how to crawl. Let's see, anything else I'd like to say... Oh! Auto-Immune Hemolytic Anemia is a real disease/condition. Brock's disease is (obviously) not a real disease. Norman Osborn is obviously different from the last time I mentioned him in the story. Of course that was fifteen or sixteen years ago and a lot can happen in that time. One last thing, Peter's spider-sense is going to work a little different in this story/series. When his spider-sense goes off, it can do two things. One, it can sort of predict the future. When it went off before Norman Osborn appeared? It's predicting that he'll eventually become the Green Goblin. And two, he isn't really in control when it warns him of impending danger. His brain takes control and forces him to take immediate action. So, he could flip out of the way of something, without even really thinking about it. Now, I'd like to say that I'm a huge fan of Spider-Man (obviously) and I'd like to think that I know just about everything there is to know about him. If you'd like to message me a trivia question about the character, than go right ahead. Consider it an oppurtunity to best me. Also, while in the line of trivia, I'm going to leave some Spidey trivia at the end of chapters. Not all of them, but most of them. That being said, don't forget to review and favorite!

Spidey Trivia Fact #1: In the original Amazing Spider-Man comic book series, Mary Jane and Harry Osborn didn't meet Peter when he was in high school. He met both of them when he was in college. The reason I changed it, was because they will play a lot bigger roles later in the series. If you have read the Ultimate Spider-Man comic book series, it kind of reflects on this.