AN: Hey, long time no update. I've been doing stuff and thangs, ya know how it is. Here's the new chapter for Watch Your Step. Enjoy.

Apologies for grammar!

Chapter 8: Small Miracles

It was raining on the way home. I forgot my hoodie at Peter's, so I was soaked. I did feel horrible for snapping like that. I climbed up the side of my apartment building once I knew no one was around. It was faster to get to my room. I was on the ninth floor when I got to my window. I climbed in and shut the window.

My clothes and hair dripped all over the wooden floor. It was dark in here. I felt a presence on my bed, "You could have came through the front door like a normal person."

I winced my eyes and saw my mother sitting there, "I'm not exactly normal, am I?"

I got the green towel that was hanging from the back of my door. I started to dry my hair. My mother shifted her sitting positioned, "No, you're not normal. That's something your father always loved about you though."

"You mean Jonathan," I corrected her. She shut her eyes and was silent.

"It's okay, you can say it. He's not my dad."

"You weren't suppose to find out this way," she rubbed her forehead. I tilted my head with doubt, "Or was I just not suppose to find out all together?"

She huffed, "That was plan A."

I shook my head, "Awesome, Mom. Truly awesome," I walked out of my room, "I'm going back out."

"Wait, Jessica! Please stop!" My hand reached for the door knob.

"It was a radiation blast!"

I froze when she said that. I turned around confused as she continued, "Your abilities, they didn't just appear out of no where."

"It happened at OsCorp."

Jonathan Drew was walking down a long hallway to go into Norman Osborn's room. When he opened the door he saw his wife with him. There was a bunch of files on his desk, but Miriam's face looked upset as did Norman's.

"Am I missing something?" Jonathan asked. Norman looked at him, "Your wife doesn't want to do the project anymore."

Jonathan's face looked horrified, "Why, Miriam?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to do it now. We need more time."

Norman stood up, "I asked her what the problem was. Apparently it has to do with the biology of the spiders we have."

"What wrong with them?" Jonathan asked. Miriam turned and looked at him, "The Waundagore Widows, they are growing weak."

"Then the radiation will help them."

"No, Jonathan, it will just kill them again!" her face was panicked. Jonathan went to take her hand, "Excuse us," he took her out of Norman's they were outside his office Jonathan put all of his attention to Miriam, "What's really wrong?"

"The Wandagore Widows are going extinct. They were endangered when we worked on them back on the mountain. Now Osborn has taken the remaining ones."

"They're just spiders, Miriam."

"But the last ones on earth are here with us! And they will die in a matter of days!"

"If they die they die with a cause! This is our last chance to do this experiment, if not we are screwed."

Miriam sighed with dread, "It would be a miracle if this project works, but trust me, there are none. Jonathan winced his eyes, "There's something else, isn't there? Something really has gotten you worked up."

Miriam just shook her head slightly. Jonathan nodded, "Then relax and don't ruin this too," his eyes looked like he has been stabbed in the heart.

"Jonathan, I said I was so-."

"Don't worry about the spiders. Dr. Warren said he would take a few to work on his cloning experiment. The Waundagore Widow won't go extinct," he walked off leaving Miriam there.

Everyone was gathered in the lab preparing for the demonstration. Miriam got the glass box and approached a huge display with fifteen small plastic cages, "Which one?" Referring to the small widows in the cages.

"Take out specimen ten. It's the healthiest one we have," Jonathan said by his computer.

"Jessica," Miriam said to herself.

"What?"

"I named specimen ten Jessica. Specimen one is Adam, two is Beatrice, so on so on with the alphabet."

Jonathan looked at her like she was insane, "Specimen ten, please."

"Jessica," she murmured as she collected the widow. Later during the preparation Norman showed up to stand behind the controls. Miriam was putting the box in front on the laser.

Jonathan was talking with another scientist, "No it's each part of the DNA. The adenine, guanine, thymine, cytosine. All of that is affected-."

KWEEEEEEEEEEE!

"Oh no! I was running a timer diagnostic!" the scientist yelled as he ran to the computer. Miriam looked at her husband with fear and he at her. The laser fired a blast of radiation right Miriam's abdominal area.

"Miriam!" Jonathan screamed.

I felt overwhelmed at my mother's story. She wiped a tear from her face, "I thought I was going to die. When I was in the hospital, they told Jonathan, I was six weeks pregnant. That's how he found out."

"I was a lab accident?" I said to her. She nodded, "After I recovered and through out the pregnancy I stressed that something was wrong with you. I waited everyday to see if today would be the day I miscarried. Finally you were born a beautiful, healthy, baby girl. It was there I realized maybe it wasn't all science and logic. Miracles can happen. You were the living proof."

We sat in silence for a few momenta until I decided to speak up, "Who's my real father?"
Miriam shook her head, "No."

"Mom, please. I have to know," I begged.

"It doesn't matter who helped make you. You are mine. You are nothing like the man that helped create you. He didn't raise you."

I nodded, "Fine then."

If you think I'm letting this go, you are dead wrong. I will find out. One way or another, I will find out.

My weekend went by fast. I spent it inside looking through any papers my mom had in the apartment while she was at work. I looked for any hint of who my father was or anything else that would be useful. When I had no luck I just sat there with a pile of papers around me. Maybe It just wasn't meant to happen. Maybe it was better that I don't know. I looked over and saw a manilla folder with a strange symbol on it.

I grabbed it and studied the symbol, it was two red circles with dashes through them. In the folder was all these papers with equations and scribbles I have no clue what they mean. I saw a name in there. Richard Parker.

I looked through more papers and saw an OsCorp staff photo. There were plenty of people there. I read the names left to right, Dr. Otto Octavius, Dr. Adrian Tomes, Dr. Miles Warren (that explains why my dad chose that name for the cat), Dr. Curtis Conners (that's Gwen's mentor. She talked so much about him when she first got the internship), Dr. Norman Osborn, Dr. Richard Parker, Dr. Jonathan Drew, Dr. Miriam Drew, Dr. Edward Brock Sr., Dr. Alistair Smythe, and last was Dr. Spencer Smythe.

All of these names were here. I focused on Richard Parker's name. Peter's dad. My parents must have worked with him. Maybe he knew about the accident my mom was in. Why I was able to survive something that should have obliterate me.

Something worked, something clicked together otherwise I wouldn't be here.I looked back at the paper with the equations. Decay Rate Algorithm. I need to talk to a science whiz. Not Gwen though, I can't talk to her about this. I need someone who would understand.

I need to talk to Peter.

AN: Let me know what you thought. Talk you guys later!