A comic book lands on a table, its pages fluttering close, as a man dressed in red, white, black, and blue spandex with a large spider insignia on the front and back. The scene changes to a man wearing the same costume in his late twenties, walking to the edge of a large building. In his hand was a red mask with white lenses outlined with black. "Yeah, that's me, alright. If you don't already know, my name is Peter G Parker, aka The Spectacular Spider-Man. But I know none of you came here for my self-introduction. You came here for how I became one of the top heroes in the world. So why don't we start at the beginning, before I became... Spider-Man!" As the monologue ended, the man donned his mask, then jumped off the ledge, throwing a single hand out, as a line of web-like rope shot out. As it hit its mark on the building, Peter began to swing through the rooftops of Japan. With a single flip, the scene went black.

Midtown Middle School, Forest Hill, New York City, New York.

A boy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of round-rimmed glasses is sitting in a science class, writing down notes for his next test. As he finished up his notes, the bell rang, issuing the end of the day. "Alright, everyone, remember. If you want to go on the field trip in a few days, have your permission slips in by tomorrow afternoon." said the teacher, pointing at a few student and making them groan. The boy just smiled before walking up to the teachers' desk and placing his slip in his teacher's hand. She smiled before sitting back down and starting on her paperwork. The boy walked out of the school in a hurry, looking around worriedly for something or someone. "HEY PARKER! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" yelled a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a football Jersey. Peter G Parker began to run as fast as he could, barely keeping ahead of Flash Thompson and his team of bullies. As he neared the bus stop, he usually used to get home. He saw it driving off just as he got there. As he bent down to catch his breath, a fist met his jaw, sending him sprawling out on the ground. "You thought you could run from us, Parker? As if. Now get ready for what's coming to you!" shouted Flash, as his fist made Peter blackout.A few hours later...As Peter trudged into his Aunt and Uncle's house in the lower Queens, he tried his best to silently get to his room without being noticed. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that his uncle had been sitting in his favorite corner chair, reading a newspaper. "Hey, Pete! How was school today?" he asked, only to be concerned as he looked up from the newspaper and saw Peter in his battered state. "Peter, what happened?! Who did this to you, bud?" Ben franticly asked, rushing over to his nephew. "It's alright, Uncle Ben. I'm okay! Really!" Peter said, trying to look positive. "It was that Flash Thompson boy and his buddies, wasn't it? Peter, buddy, if you're having trouble with bullying at school, ya gotta let your aunt and I know..." he said before going to the upstairs restroom to grab medical supplies. As Peter sat on the bottom steps of the stairs, his aunt came into the room, a plate of wheat cakes in her hands, she sat them on the table and sat next to her nephew. She gave him her warmest smile, then hugged him close before getting up and going back to the kitchen. See, Peter's life was harder than most others because of one simple fact: he was Quirkless. Years ago, having powers, or Quirks as most of the world calls them, was rare. Usually caused by freak accidents or miracles up until something happened that set off a chain reaction that would end up in 80% of the world's population getting some type of Quirk. Now, being a superhero is a job profession that almost everyone wants to go into. Peter, on the other hand, wants to be a scientist. He wants to help people by making breakthroughs in places where even the strongest healing and restoration Quirks could not. He even wanted to make advancements in support item fields so Heroes could do their job more efficiently. But a small part of him wanted to go to the many Hero Course High Schools in NYC because he wanted to join the number one super team in the world, The Avengers. But since he was diagnosed Quirkless, he stuck to trying to be a scientist. As Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked to see his uncle sitting next to him, medical supplies next to him, smiling as he tended to his nephews' injuries. Peter frowned, a slight pout crossing his lips, which caused his uncle to raise an eyebrow. "What's on your mind, son?" asked Ben, dabbing alcohol on Peter's cheek, who hissed in slight pain. "I... I wish I had gotten a Quirk so I could show Flash and his goons not to mess with me..." Peter said, frowning in anger. Ben's smile turned down slightly, him showing a bit of disappointment with his nephew. "Y'know sport, I understand how you feel, but I need you to understand that you should never take revenge on anyone, no matter how bad they are. If you do that, you're no better than them, and that is not what I want for you, Pete. Understand?" explained Ben, looking into his nephew's eyes. Peter nodded his head, hugging his uncle before they both smiled at each other. "Now, I smell wheat cakes. Why don't we go dig in, huh?" said Ben, guiding his nephew into the dining room.

One Week Later...

Peter watched the buildings and cars fly past through the window of the bus, headphones drowning out the excess noise with some AC/DC. "I'm back in black... hit the sack... dun dun dun dun..." He focused on his laptop, jotting down ideas for Hero Support Items before his music was interrupted by a small beep. He looked down at his phone, which had been modified to be tapped into the Hero and Police networks. "Captain America and Hulk are taking on Titanium Man and Warmonger?! Cool!!" Peter tapped the icon and began to watch the Livestream, analyzing both the Heroes and the Villains. Just as the battle had reached its climax, he felt the bus lurch to a stop. He put his laptop back in his bag and stowed his phone in his jeans pocket, pulling his headphones down around his neck. As he exited the bus, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and looked up to see his best friend, Harry Osborn. "Hey, Pete! Are you excited to see Oscorp Labs for the first time?" asked Peter's best friend while they walked to join the group of students walking inside. Peter nodded, pulling out his phone and pulling up his camera to take pictures for the Midtown Gazette. "I can't wait to see Dr. Connor's work on cross-species genetics! Oh, and your dad's Quirk Theory presentation!!!" said Peter, fiddling with the camera's lens. Harry rolled his eyes with a smirk and followed next to his childhood friend. As the tour got underway, many of the students yawned or watched with boredom as the tour guide explained what most things did. Peter, however, had a shimmer in his eyes, seeing things like vibranium-plated smart armor, an electron microscope that put Horizen Highs to shame, and an exhibition on genetically altered animals. Peter felt drawn to the exhibit but stayed with the group, knowing that it was the last stop of the tour. As he lagged, the teacher called out to him, taking his attention away from where he was looking for the briefest moment. But that moment was all a tiny spider, that seemed to glitch in and out of reality, with a strange colored carapace crawled out from underneath the cart it was hiding under, onto Peter's sneaker, and from there into his pant leg, crawled up Peter's leg and onto his arm before suddenly disappearing from view. As Peter, now unknowingly carrying the spider on his arm, caught back up to the group, Harry gave him a light tap on the arm, which caused the spider's instincts to kick in, as it went to Peter's hand, just as he was raising his camera to snap a photo and bit down. HARD. Peter cried out, dropping his camera and smacking his hand. As he took his hand away, the spider was curling its legs, becoming invisible and visible, before finally giving in to death's warm embrace. Peter looked at the spider curiously before a wave of nausea hit him like a freight train. "Excuse me, where's the restroom?!" franticly asked Peter, holding his stomach and mouth simultaneously. The tour guide pointed to the restroom as the rest of his classmates started chuckling and snickering. Peter rushed into one of the stalls, his lunch exiting his body, only for Peter to feel a fever coming on. If one could see into Peter's body at the time of the bite, and right now, they would have seen the spider's venom transfer a retrovirus with bits of the spider's genetic material that had been altered and enhanced. It was currently breaking down and rearranging Peter's base DNA sequences. To Peter and everyone else around him, he just suddenly came down with a bad cold, but in actuality, his body was being changed on the genetic level to now utilize the powers being granted to him by the spider. As he got home that night, he immediately stripped out of most of his clothes, leaving only his boxers and socks on. He crawled into bed, wrapping himself in his covers as if he was wrapping himself in a cocoon. As he drifted to sleep, his body began to metamorphosise, his bones becoming dense, yet light, and his muscles expanding and constricting to better withstand the new strength he was gaining. His body began to generate and emit a form of bio electricity, causing his nervous system to be visible as it glowed a bright blue hue. His canines sharpened, soon being attached to small venom glands that had formed and retracted to normal length. He tossed and turned, groaning as his body changed throughout the night.

The Next Morning...

As Peter woke to his alarm clock, he jutted his hand out, unknowingly smashing the small device to smithereens. His eyes shot open, and as he sat up, he realized that he could see perfectly fine. Better than fine, he realized he didn't need his glasses. As he glanced down, he noticed that his body was way more muscular and streamlined. He slowly got out of bed and made his way to the mirror on his closet. He looked himself up and down, flexed his arms and legs a few times before smiling. He couldn't believe his eyes, but as his mouth formed a smile, all four of his canines jutted out, forming fangs similar to those of the vigilante turned pro Morbius. He gasped, his hands covering his mouth as he backed up a bit too quick. He tripped over his own feet and was about to fall on his head. As if on instinct, he twisted in mid-air, landing on his feet. As his brain caught up to his body, he stood up slowly, trying to make sense of what was happening to him. Just as he stood up fully, a knock came from the door, along with a voice. "Peter, sweetie, are you alright?" asked his Aunt May from outside his room. Peter rushed to the door, holding it closed to keep his Aunt out. "I'm fine, Aunt May!!! Just... Just had a weird dream!!!" answered/yelled to his Aunt. "Well, hurry up and get dressed. You're going to miss your train." said his Aunt, walking back downstairs. Peter, who was still semi freaked out, quickly threw on his clothes, before stepping into his Captain America themed shoes. His uncle worked over time to buy these for him, and though they were a bit big, Peter wore them every day. They were his most cherished possessions. He rushed downstairs, hugging his uncle and aunt before grabbing a piece of buttered bread with strawberry jam and running out the door. As he ran, he noticed he was barely breathing hard. As he made it near the train station, one of his laces got caught underfoot, causing him to tumble, but at the end of it, he jumped. As he jumped, he realized he was soaring through the air towards the platform. Peter saw the world in slow motion, before he realized he was falling short of the platform. He stretched his arm out to try and catch the edge, but he missed it. His hand caught the side of the platform and he stuck to the side of it. Peter's brain could barely register what was going on. "What's happening to me?!" thought Peter, who began to climb up the side. As he got his hand unstuck, he just barely got onto the train. He sat on one of the seats, and stared at his hands, one of which had bits of concrete still stuck to it. As he pondered what was happening to him, two large towers had been watching Peter's new display.

At Oscorp

Norman Osborn, one of the founders of Oscorp, watched the screen with disdain and rage. "So that's where it went... Well, it looks like you were correct, sir." said a man who had a small backpack on. He had long, unkempt hair, along with tinted goggles on despite being inside. He looked around Peter's age, if not a little older. Norman shot a glare at him, not noticing that a robot had come in with a small silver platter. As he acknowledged its presence, small bits of green had begun to stain his skin. He snatched the cloche off, grabbed the syringe, and pulled his sleeve up. He wrapped a long rubber tube around his arm, then injected himself with the dark blue viscous solution that was in the syringe. He sighed, the green fading slowly. "... It's getting worse..." said Norman, pinching the bridge of his nose. His nails dug into his nose but slowly retreated. "That spider was supposed to be my family's cure to this... this CURSE..." Hissed Norman, gesturing for the robot to leave. "It would have been, if you had built the cage to my EXACT instructions, and hired who I told you to hire..." said the boy, looking at his employer smugly, before he was lifted up into the air by four mechanical arms that emerged from his backpack. Norman, now more calm than before, met the boys' gaze. "I may not have given you what you needed, but you could have used the materials gifted to you to securely cage it." said Norman in a calm, threatening tone. The boys' smirk faded and was replaced with a scowl. "If you had hired me more competent lab assistants, it wouldn't have escaped. I hope you fired the fool who opened the cage and didn't use his infrared glasses." said the boy in a tone that some would call snooty. Norman nodded, standing up and going to the window. The boys face contorted into a sick smile as he got an idea. "We know it works, and since Wilson's machine won't be operable again till next summer, maybe if we got this boy, I could fashion a cure from his D.N.A." suggested the boy, his metallic arms setting him next to Norman. Norman placed a hand to his chin, contemplating it. "Very well. But if he doesn't come willingly, give him some... 'incentive'."said Norman in a dark tone.

0000

As Peter rushed to class, he felt as if he was going to throw up. Everything was so bright, loud, jarring, and he could barely keep his thoughts together. As he neared his first class, a sharp tingling sensation began to make itself known at the base of his skull. Time seemed to slow down for Peter as he looked around, only to narrowly dodge a fist to the face. He ducked to the side, as Flash Thompsons fist made a small hole in the wall where Peter's head used to be. "Hey Parker! You got my homework?!" sneered Flash, his strength enhancing quirk making him look bigger than he actually was. Peter was about to grab his backpack when a thought occurred to him. "No. No, I have MY homework to turn in, 'Eugene'!!!!" said Peter, sweat beading down his face. Flash's look of confidence turned to that of rage, hearing someone he deemed lower than him use his first name. As he reared back his fist, Peter felt the tingling at the base of his skull flare up, and again, as if on instinct, he lept upward, this time sticking to the ceiling. Everyone that was in the hallway looked up, seeing 'quirkless' Peter Parker, hanging from the ceiling. Peter could feel all the eyes on him and began to move towards an exit, only to realize he had no idea how to unstick from the ceiling. When he finally unstuck, he ran out of the school, looking to catch the bus to the train station. He kept looking at his hands, flexing them a bit, and didn't notice he had walked into oncoming traffic. Peter again felt the tingling sensation, then heard the loud honk of the bus. He leaped to the other side of the street, only to realize he was traveling farther than he intended. He stuck his hands out and stuck to the side of the building in front of him. He began clambering across the side of it, trying to control his new abilities. "STOP STICKING!!! STOP STICKING!!!!" he cried out, only to realize he was higher above the ground than he had anticipated. "AAAAHHH!!!! KEEP STICKING, KEEP STICKING!!!!!!" he yelled, people looking up at him as if he was insane. A half hour later he was on the roof of a building, looking at his hands and feet with wonder. "Did I get my quirk? Am I really just a late bloomer, or did..." his thoughts drifted when he looked at his hand. The spider bite was scarred over, and was barely visible. "It couldn't have been... Right? I'm not that lucky..." When he arrived at his Uncle and Aunts' home, he could see through the window, they were waiting for him. He opened the door, knowing what was to come. "Peter Gonzalo Parker, you are in big trouble mister." said his uncle in a stern tone that he rarely used. Before his uncle could say anything else, Peter jumped up to the ceiling of the room they were in. As he hung there, grinning from ear to ear, his uncle and aunt stared at him, mouths agape with surprise. "I uh... I got my quirk today..." said Peter sheepishly, quickly unsticking and landing on his feet. The rest of the night, Peter tested out what he could do in his room, unaware of the destiny that would soon be forced upon him...