Two weeks had passed since Peter's encounter with Flash, and he had been attempting to reach Wanda, but all his attempts were in vain. Despite that, he found solace in spending time with his old friend, Harry Osborn and his new friend MJ. They laughed and enjoyed each other's company, and Peter cherished these moments.
As they walked out of school together that day, Peter informed Harry and MJ, "Well, I'm off. I've got an appointment at Oscorp today."
"Wait, Pete, let me take you there. My ride's coming soon, and I've gotta go see my old man at Oscorp. It'll save you some time, you know," Harry offered.
"Well, if you two are going, I'll be off," MJ said, "see ya later," waving goodbye.
A sleek black car pulled up to the curb, its design looking futuristic and unique. "Let's hop in, Pete!" Harry said excitedly.
Peter hesitated momentarily, admiring the impressive car before sliding into the passenger seat. The interior was just as sleek and luxurious as the exterior, making him feel a mix of excitement and curiosity.
As Harry took the driver's seat, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this your dad's car, Harry? It's incredible!"
Harry grinned proudly, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "Yeah, it's a prototype only two of these exist. I guess being the son of Norman Osborn has its perks." He chuckled
Peter nodded, his mind buzzing with anticipation. "I'm so excited to go to Oscorp think the last time I went was when I was 4"
Harry replied, "Well I'm there all the time."
The car smoothly merged into traffic as they headed towards Oscorp. Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement for what lay ahead.
After a thrilling 20-minute drive, they arrived at Oscorp's imposing tower. It's futuristic design and distinctive purple accents made it stand out among the other buildings in the city. The name "Oscorp" adorned the side of the tower, a symbol of the company's influence and innovation.
As they stepped out of the car, Peter couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and nervousness. He had heard so much about Oscorp, and now he was about to explore its secrets firsthand.
"Thanks for the ride, Harry," Peter said, grateful for the lift. "I really appreciate it."
Harry shrugged, flashing a friendly smile. "No problem, Pete. It's always nice to have some company."
Peter and Harry entered the building, where they were warmly greeted by a man with ginger hair. "Harry, how was school today?" he asked, giving Harry a hug.
"It was okay, Dad," Harry replied casually.
Norman's eyes shifted to Peter, and his expression filled with surprise. "Well, well, if it isn't Peter Parker! I haven't seen you since you were just a little kid," Norman remarked, gesturing to indicate Peter's former height. "You've grown so much. You look just like your father, and those eyes, just like your mother's."
"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Osborn," Peter greeted with a polite smile.
"Take care, Peter. Hopefully, we'll see you again soon," Norman said with a polite smile before he and Harry walked away, heading towards a private elevator.
"Bye, Harry!" Peter waved, watching as his friend and his father disappeared from sight. With a sense of anticipation, Peter turned his attention to the reception desk in front of him.
"Hi there," Peter greeted the receptionist with a friendly smile. "I have an appointment with Dr. Connors."
The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with glasses, glanced down at her schedule. "Ah, yes, Peter Parker," she confirmed, checking her computer screen. "Dr. Connors is expecting you. Just take the elevator to the 17th floor, and his office will be on the right."
"Thank you," Peter replied, grateful for the directions. He made his way to the elevator, his curiosity growing with each passing second. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing a sleek interior.
As the elevator ascended, Peter's mind raced with thoughts about Dr. Connors and the research he had discussed during the exhibition. He remembered the doctor's passion for genetic experiments and how it could potentially benefit society.
The doors opened, and Peter stepped out onto the 17th floor. The corridor was filled with labs and offices, bustling with scientists in white lab coats and carrying stacks of papers. Peter followed the signs until he found himself standing in front of Dr. Connors' lab.
BOOM! The sudden sound echoed through the hallway, causing Peter to jump back in surprise. As he tried to regain his composure, the door to Dr. Connors' office swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway.
"Peter! How good it is to see you," Dr. Connors exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, his warm smile putting Peter at ease. "Please, come in."
Curiosity piqued, Peter stepped into the office. The room was filled with shelves of scientific journals, intricate models of DNA strands, and various equipment scattered across the desks. The scent of chemicals and research materials lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of scientific inquiry.
Dr. Connors walked over to his desk, gesturing for Peter to take a seat in front of him. As Peter settled into the chair, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. He was about to have a conversation with a renowned scientist, someone who might hold the key to uncovering more about his parents and the mysterious circumstances surrounding their work.
As Peter and Dr. Connors delved deeper into the conversation, they decided to explore the laboratory. Peter's eyes widened with awe as he entered the state-of-the-art facility, filled with advanced equipment and rows of meticulously organized lab benches.
"This is incredible, Dr. Connors," Peter marvelled, taking in the sight of the cutting-edge technology that surrounded him. "To think that my parents once worked in this very lab, pushing the boundaries of genetic science."
Dr. Connors nodded, his eyes glimmering with a mix of nostalgia and admiration. "Indeed, Peter. Your parents were at the forefront of genetic research, and their contributions have left an indelible mark here at Oscorp."
Peter's gaze fell upon a whiteboard covered with complex genetic equations, symbols, and diagrams. Intrigued, he approached the board, his mind racing with curiosity and determination. He studied the equations intently, recalling his own knowledge of genetics and molecular biology.
"What's this doctor Connor?" Peter asked.
"Oh, it's just an equation," Dr. Connors explained, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "We've been grappling with it for months, and despite our efforts, no one here has been able to crack its code. But perhaps your fresh perspective might shed some light on it."
Peter leaned in closer, his eyes fixated on the complex equation displayed on the screen.
"I'd love to give it a try, Dr. Connors," Peter said.
Dr. Connors led Peter to a dimly lit area with shelves of meticulously organised folders and storage boxes. The air was thick with nostalgia as they approached a special display case.
"Here it is, Peter," Dr. Connors said softly, a hint of reverence in his voice. "Your father's old space."
Dr. Connors nodded, understanding Peter's need for some time alone. "Take your time, Peter. I'll be just outside if you need anything."
Left to his own devices, Peter's curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. As he rummaged through the drawers, his eyes fixated on a particular file and a mysterious metal container. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he decided to explore their contents.
Opening the file, Peter's heart skipped a beat when he saw the symbol imprinted on the documents. Two circles interconnected by a line—a symbol that seemed to hold great significance. It was the same symbol he had come across in his father's file back at home, a symbol that had sparked his curiosity and fueled his search for answers.
His hands trembling slightly, Peter delved deeper into the file, studying the meticulously organized documents and photographs. Each piece of information added a layer to the complex puzzle surrounding his parents' mysterious past. Clues and connections began to form in his mind, weaving a narrative that promised revelations yet to come.
As Peter opened the metal container, a wave of disappointment washed over him. Inside was a collection of spiders, but to his dismay, they were all lifeless. The once vibrant creatures now lay still, their tiny bodies frozen in eternal slumber.
Just as Peter was processing the sight before him, Dr. Connors entered the room. His eyes widened with recognition as he caught sight of the box. With a mix of nostalgia and curiosity, he approached Peter and peered into the container.
"Ah, Peter, those are your father's spiders," Dr. Connors confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
Peter's brow furrowed in confusion as he examined the lifeless arachnids. "But they're all dead," he remarked, disappointment lacing his words.
Dr. Connors nodded sympathetically. "Yes, unfortunately, time has taken its toll on these specimens."
As Peter absorbed this information, Dr. Connors's face lit up with an idea. "However, Peter, I have a solution. Come with me."
Curiosity piqued, Peter followed Dr Connors as they made their way to a separate room within the lab. It was there that the young aspiring scientist witnessed a mesmerizing sight—a habitat filled with live spiders. The room was teeming with activity as the spiders scurried across their intricate webs, displaying their natural agility and grace.
"These are the offspring of your father's original spiders," Dr Connors explained, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "We have carefully nurtured and bred them, ensuring their survival."
Peter watched in awe as the spiders moved within their habitat, their delicate movements captivating his attention. Unbeknownst to him, a single spider had managed to escape its enclosure, its tiny form descending gracefully from above. With a swift and purposeful crawl, it made its way across Peter's arm, its presence unnoticed.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation jolted through Peter's hand, causing him to recoil in surprise. He caught sight of the spider, now perched on his palm, its fangs still embedded in his skin. A surge of pain shot through his hand, igniting a fiery sensation that spread through his veins.
"AH! MY HAND!" Peter cried out in agony, his voice echoing through the room.
Startled by Peter's distress, Dr Connors rushed over to his side, concern etched across his face. "Peter, what happened?" he exclaimed, carefully examining the bite on Peter's hand. Everything was white Peter couldn't see it felt weird.
As Peter gradually regained consciousness, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, the soft glow of the overhead lights illuminating his surroundings. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to piece together the events leading up to this moment.
"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice echoing in the quiet room. As he attempted to rise from the bed, a sharp pang shot through his head, a voice within urging him to "JUMP." Instinctively, he leapt into the air, his body momentarily defying gravity before gravity pulled him back down.
Just then, the door swung open, revealing a nurse accompanied by Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Relief washed over their faces upon seeing Peter awake and seemingly well.
"Oh, you're awake!" the nurse exclaimed, her surprise evident. "Your aunt and uncle can take you home once we receive the results of your blood test."
Aunt May rushed towards Peter, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Worry laced her voice as she asked, "Are you okay, Peter?" But before he could respond, she held him even tighter, her worry and relief merging into a mix of emotions. "Please don't scare us like that again. You had us so worried."
Uncle Ben chimed in, attempting to alleviate the tension with a touch of humour. "Ah, May, he couldn't help it. It was just a bug bite, after all."
Peter listened to their words, absorbing their concerns and love. Deep down, he knew that he couldn't explain everything just yet. The spider bite, the strange powers, and the unknown path that lay ahead were all a part of his new reality. But he also understood the importance of family, their unwavering support grounding him amidst the uncertainty.
With a reassuring smile, Peter spoke softly, "I'm sorry for worrying you both. I'm still trying to make sense of it all myself. But I promise, I'll be careful."
"It's all right, Pete," Uncle Ben reassured him, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern.
A subtle clearing of the throat drew their attention to the nurse, who addressed them, "Regarding your medical bill, Pete, there has been a development. Oscorp has actually paid it in full. They have sent a representative who wishes to speak with you privately."
Uncle Ben and Aunt May exchanged surprised glances, but understanding the gravity of the situation, they stepped out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his visitor. As the door closed, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension filled the air.
Shortly after, a woman dressed in a sleek black suit entered the room, holding a clipboard. Her presence exuded a sense of authority and purpose. She approached Peter with a calm and composed demeanour.
"Hello, Peter. My name is Ms. Anderson," she introduced herself, extending a hand to shake. "I'm a representative from Oscorp. I understand you've had quite the experience recently."
Peter shook her hand, sensing that there was more to this meeting than met the eye. "Yes, it's been... eventful," he replied, his curiosity piqued. "What can Oscorp possibly want with me?"
Ms. Anderson handed Peter a document, which he scanned briefly before reaching for the pen. As he began to sign, a faint uneasiness settled within him. However, the weight of the situation and the desire to protect those he cared about overrode any lingering doubts.
With a final stroke of the pen, Peter completed the signature, his expression shifting to a mixture of resignation and determination. He handed the document back to Ms. Anderson, who promptly collected it.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Peter," Ms. Anderson said, a hint of relief in her voice. "Rest assured, this will ensure the confidentiality of the events that transpired. Oscorp values discretion and safety above all else."
Peter nodded, his mind still processing the implications of the NDA. He couldn't help but wonder about the secrets and hidden agendas that lay beneath the surface of Oscorp's involvement in his life.
"As you said, let's forget about what happened," Peter stated his tone a blend of acceptance and caution.
The nurse checked Peter's vitals and observed his condition, satisfied with his progress. "You seem to be recovering well, Peter. Your test results are looking good, and if everything continues to go smoothly, we can have you discharged in a few hours."
Peter nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "That's great to hear. I'm feeling much better now, thanks."
Thank you for reading sorry again for the late upload I tried a lot but had writer's block now I've got Peter with the spider bite I have a lot more ideas for the meantime until the next chapter I recently played the new Zelda game so I thought I should do a bit of random writing and I'm thinking of posting it so wait for it I guess and everyone has a good day
Maximum Rhapsody
Well, I think that instead of taking notes related to the heroes, taking photos as a future photographer would have gone better, but at least they are being more true to what Peter Parker is, by the way now that Harry Osborn and Mary Jane have appeared , characters like Liz and Mark Allan (or Toomes) could also appear with fire-related powers like Firestar and Molten Man, Felicia Hardy (Black Cat), and perhaps other Marvel characters like Kitty Pryde, Bobbie (Iceman), Kamala Khan (Ms. Marvel), etc. participating in a future chapter after Peter has his powers, by the way will we see a crossover between this universe with My Hero Academy in the future?
I'm glad I got this comment I plan on adding like 80 percent of these characters with people like Ms. Marvel in the main class and a few of the characters like Felicia will be added in the summer arc I'm planning to write.