Cover art courtesy by JetXPegasus

Standing motionless on the wrist of a gloved hand was a eight legged jet black spider. Its eight eyes looked up at the human staring down at it. Two numbers of 'zero,' was inscribed on the center of the arachnid's round shape abdomen. Its dagger-like fangs twitched in anticipation as if it was waiting for the perfect moment to pierce them on anything that it deems a threat.

Handling the radioactive arachnid in the palm of their hand, was the founder and CEO of Oscorp, a man named Norman Osborn smirked at possibly his greatest creation.

During his childhood, Norman exhibited exceptional academic performance, which was recognized by his educators who observed his brilliance surpassing that of his peers. Leading to his advancement through several grades. However, his personal life was not as fulfilling. His father, an unsuccessful entrepreneur and inventor, subjected his wife and son to regular abuse, which may have contributed to Norman's increased focus on his academic pursuits.

As he matured, he enrolled at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, where he graduated at the age of 18, setting a new record as the institution's youngest graduate. His academic achievements instilled in him a sense of destiny, and he subsequently established Oscorp Technologies. Initially, his endeavors were successful, and he relocated to New York City, where he acquired a grand residence with his early profits. Additionally, he entered into matrimony with a woman named Emily.

It is apparent that Norman was destined to follow in his father's footsteps, as evidenced by certain indicators. Last year, the company experienced a downturn, and Norman was compelled to mortgage his residence and exhaust all available lines of credit to maintain the company's solvency. It didn't take long for the scientists employed at Oscorp to privately expressed doubts regarding Norman's capacity to manage his own company. Some were apprehensive that their own careers were in jeopardy as the company's future remained uncertain. Norman devoted two entire workdays to persuading board members against staging a boardroom coup.

Sometime later, Norman met a fellow scientist in Otto Octavius and befriended him. Norman helped fund Otto's work through Oscorp. In June of 1984, Harry was born but his wife died later on. Leading up to where he is now.

"You a fan of Greek, mythology, Justin?" Norman inquired, his smirk unwavering.

"Can't say I have, Mr. Osborn." Justin replied.

"Ever hear the myth, Arachne?" Norman added. "The story goes that Athena—you know Athena, right? Seems she heard there was this woman on earth, a mere mortal, like you and me - who happened to be a better spinstress than she was."

"Spinstress?" Justin repeated with bewilderment.

"Athena wasn't happy to hear this," he continued. "And she came down to earth to destroy the woman's creations."

"Sounds like a woman." Justin commented.

"When this mortal girl saw what had happened - that she had insulted the Gods and that her life's work had been destroyed - she hanged herself."

Norman rubbed his finger above the spider's head.

"Athena took pity on the poor girl, and touched her on the forehead with magic liquid and said: 'You shall not die, Arachne. Instead you shall be transformed and weave your own web forever.' At Athena's words, Arachne shrank and blackened. First her nose and ears fell off. Then her fingers turned into legs. What was left of her became her body, out of which she spins and was left to spin her own web."

Norman handed the radioactive spider to an employee in a hazmat suit. The hazmat man carefully placed the spider back into its enclosure before sealing the top shut. The spider observed Norman and Justin walking away into the depths of the laboratory.

The arachnid crawled back into its web, hanging motionless in the air. Its legs twitched as it could feel its own venom sparking from within. The arachnid understood that in order to be free from this altered spark, it needs a host. All it had to do now... was wait.

The heart of New York City is a bustling metropolis, teeming with life and energy. The great city is home to a staggering 8,804,190 people, spread out over an impressive 300.46 square miles. Skyscrapers and towers rise up from every corner of the city, creating a stunning skyline that is truly awe-inspiring. Cruise ships sailed through the waters that stretch out for miles, passing by the iconic Statue of Liberty. The sidewalks are flanked by a wide variety of establishments, including fast-food restaurants, malls, museums, restaurants, cafés, and bookstores, all lined up like dominoes.

A vast multitude of individuals of varying genders were milling about the bustling sidewalks. The jovial sounds of children's laughter and giggles filled the air as they spent their leisure time frolicking in the park. Adults dressed in business attire navigated their way through the crowds. The streets were abuzz with the sounds of cars traversing from different directions, while trucks rumbled along the roads, each headed towards their respective destinations.

Despite the undeniable beauty of New York, there is one issue that has troubled the hearts of every man, woman, and child in the city.

New York's natural splendor is marred by the presence of crime. On some otherwise peaceful days, the tranquility is shattered by the alarming sirens of law enforcement officials pursuing robbers in black trucks. Fear and paranoia fill the hearts of concerned parents, who worry about the safety of their loved ones. Crimes are committed on a daily basis, ranging from robberies and burglaries to car thefts. This unfortunate reality is a source of great concern for all who call New York home.

Located a mile away from the ongoing conflict, beyond the bustling city that divides crime and New York, is a grand edifice known as the Midtown High School. The lengthy corridors are adorned with numerous lockers, while the classrooms are equipped with several desks where students attend their daily lessons. The janitors diligently sweep the hallway floors, ensuring that no anomalies such as crumbs or dust are left behind.

The school bell rang in the air, signaling all students to exit the building. Among a multitude of students that exited the aforementioned building, two young teens named Peter Parker and Harry Osborn started their way towards the bus.

Peter Parker was a young man of fifteen years. He possessed a round, narrowed jaw and chocolate-colored eyes. He wore a pair of glasses, and his dark brown hair was elegantly tamed by brushing the wavy locks up and back. He was attired in a gray t-shirt, an ocean blue sweater, black jeans, and gray sneakers.

Harry Osborn, on the other hand, was a handsome young man of sixteen years. He had a grizzled square jaw and dark brown eyes. His hair was styled in a faux cut and hued in pumpkin orange. He was dressed in a purple long sleeve jacket, a green t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Peter and Harry have been acquainted since their childhood. They engaged in all the activities that are typical of close companionship, such as playing their favorite video games in co-op, competing with each other on arcades, watching television together, and conversing about a wide range of topics.

But before their close friendship, the duo had their own histories.

Peter Parker was born in Queens, New York City. He was orphaned when his parents died in a plane crash due to an engine failure, and he later lived with Uncle Benjamin Parker and Aunt May. By the age of seven he was bullied at school; the same school where he had become best friends with Harry. Throughout his school years, Peter remained being bullied by his classmates, but Harry always protected him.

Harry Osborn was born to a wealthy family; his mother apparently died soon after his birth. He inherited his father's hair, eyes, and skin. But he carried his mother's heart. He had flunked out of the many private schools his father had sent him to public school and wished to have his wealth and privilege downplayed to his new classmates. His father was a rich industrialist, who was very invested in his work having little time for his son. Much to Harry's disappointment.

Peter and Harry entered the bus, taking their respective seats at the vehicle's rear. The bus rumbled to life and drove forward.

Peter was sitting with his arms crossed, appearing downcast. He and his fellow students were scheduled to embark on an excursion to the University of Columbia. However, they were recently informed that the university had declared bankruptcy due to some unfortunate financial decisions made by the administration. As a result, the school excursion, which had been reserved for some time, was canceled.

Peter had always wanted to go to the University of Columbia as it was his dream of every aspiring scientist because of their research. He ranted the whole thing to Harry while they were on their way out of the building, towards the bus. It was such a disappointment, and Peter began to feel angry at Harry when he suddenly laughed at his rant.

"What's so funny?" Peter inquired, glaring at his best friend. Harry simply shrugged.

"Everything was just funny, my dad had bought the research work of the university." Harry replied.

"Wait… really?" Peter was shocked to hear the news.

"Yup, which is why I asked my dad for permission to invite you to the Oscorp facility." Harry said, his lips forming a warm, yet triumphant grin.

Peter was dumbfounded. He glanced down to the floor.

"You didn't have to.." Peter murmured. Harry patted the back of Peter's shoulder with a laugh.

"It's no big deal, Pete. After all, you've been helping me with a lot of things regarding academics. So think of this as me repaying you for your help." Harry stated, giving his best friend a thumbs up.

Peter smiled at Harry; he never thought he would be this lucky.

"Thanks Harry," Peter said, tilting his head while glancing at the ground. Rubbing the back of his nape. "I guess the only thing to do now is get permission from Uncle Ben and Aunt May if I could go."

Peter reached to his side and retrieved his phone. His thumb tapped a few numbers before bringing it up to his ear. He didn't wait for too long as his call was quickly answered.

"Hey, Uncle Ben. I'm good, I'm good. I just wanted to make a quick call and wanted to ask you something. Well, my best friend Harry invited me to go to the Oscorp facility, and I was hoping that I could go there; with your permission that is. Really? Thanks Uncle Ben. Yeah, mhm, bye."

Peter ended the call with the tap of his thumb, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He turned his gaze back towards Harry.

"We're all set?" Harry inquired, arms crossed, tilting his head.

Peter nodded. "Yup, all set."

Peter and Harry occupied themselves by conversing on a new topic while waiting for the bus to reach their destination. The first that came to mind from Peter was the CEO of Stark Industries. A brash but brilliant inventor named Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark. Or Tony Stark for short. He was an industrialist and was self-described as a genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist. With his great wealth and exceptional technical knowledge, Stark was one of the world's most powerful men following the deaths of his parents.

Tony's success is not the reason for Peter's mention of the billionaire. Peter recalls watching the news at his residence, where he learned of a terrorist attack in Afghanistan, in which Tony Stark was involved. This news caused Peter and those who know Mr. Stark to worry, especially when the news anchor reported that he was missing. It has been ten days since the incident, and the authorities have yet to locate him.

This caused the media to conjure up two theories. A; Mr. Stark was possibly killed by the terrorist, his body parts chopped up by the killer's sick pleasure, and buried in a place where it would be hard for his remains to find. B; Mr. Stark was kidnapped by said terrorist and is being held captive in a place where no one could find him. Neither of the theories are confirmed to be true or false, and Peter was not sure what to make of it. He only hoped Mr. Stark would be saved soon.

The bus arrived at their destination in a timely manner. The students disembarked one by one, with Peter and Harry being the last to alight. As Peter looked up, he was struck with awe at the sight before him.

The towering black edifice of Oscorp Industries loomed above them, with the company's name emblazoned in large letters beneath the distinctive left peak of the roof. The primary structural support of the Oscorp tower comprises a single, massive winding layer of murky green metal. This layer envelops the sides and back of the building, spiraling up to a point that protrudes from the top left corner on the right. The front section of the building, which is not covered with metal, consists of numerous windows arranged in a hexagonal pattern, reminiscent of a honeycomb.

Peter pulled his gaze off of the building's towering height, his eyes landed on a blond hair girl not too far from him.

Her electric blue eyes were trained on the building. She seemed to be gazing at the building in awe. Mascara rimmed her eyes, making her appear more mature yet still childish. She wore a black square neck shirt with dark red jeans, and black leather boots. Golden bracelets wrapped around both wrists. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail with two purple butterfly clips keeping her hair in place.

The girl was beautiful. It dawned on Peter when he realized he's been staring at her for longer than usual. Peter blushed slightly and quickly averted his gaze. Harry noticed this too, noticing Peter's reddening face immediately and grinned teasingly at him.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Harry commented casually, not taking his eyes off her.

Peter glanced at him nervously then returned to observing the girl.

"Yeah… Yeah, she's really pretty." Peter agreed softly. "Who is she?"

"Gwen Stacy." Harry answered simply. "She goes to our class. You should try approaching her."

Peter whirled around again, now facing Harry completely. "What? No way!" Peter denied vehemently, glancing up at the sky whilst scratching his cheek gently. Even the joy of visiting the Oscorp facility was not enough to fill him in with confidence. "I'll do it another time."

Harry shook his head and sighed.

"Come on, Pete. You always say next time; that time will never reach until the end of our stay in school, if care is not taken." Harry told Peter with a bit of wisdom.

Peter laughed off of what Harry had told him as they started their way towards Oscorp's main entrance. He knew that one day, fate would shine on him. Just like it had concerning the Oscorp facility.

Peter and Harry proceeded to follow the group of students up the escalators and arrived at a spacious room. A female employee was situated behind the counter, diligently attending to her computer. A multitude of individuals, both male and female, were traversing the area with a clear sense of direction, each heading towards their respective destinations. The elevators situated on either side were in use, with one ascending to the right and the other descending to the left, each containing one or a few individuals.

It was then the group was approached by a woman. Late twenties, asian-american, wearing a white lab coat and smiled at everyone before her.

"Hello everyone," the woman happily greeted. "I hope you're all doing well today. My name is Harsha and I'm happy to welcome all of you to the home base of Oscorp Industries."

Within each glass tube of the pillars, thousands of spiders can be observed crawling around their webs. Each thread is attached to a branch that is connected to the ceiling, floor, and walls of a vast underground structure. The spiders weave silk between the trees and branches, interweaving them together. Each arachnid crawls along its web until it reaches a particular section of the ceiling and begins pulling itself onto it. Some spiders move towards specific places, searching for prey that resides within.

In the various enclosures, diverse spiders reside in distinct habitats, seeking their specific prey. The spiders in the enclosures vary in size, with some being diminutive while others are disconcertingly large, comparable to the size of a man's palm. A few of them remain still in their webs, patiently waiting for their next meal.

The group of students gazed out of one of the observation windows, understandably perturbed by the multitude of spiders visible from a single vantage point. However, Peter was captivated by the sight. He found his place in the room, with his back against the wall and a book in his hands. He listened attentively to their guide as she imparted her knowledge.

"There are over 32,000 known species of spider in the world. They're in the order Araneae, divided into three suborders." She gestured to the display before her. "Arachnids from all three groups possess varying strengths which help them in their constant search for food. For example, the Delena spider, family Sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey."

Peter brought his camera up and snapped a picture of the Delena spider before continuing to follow the female guide. It didn't take long for her to move away and allow the class to move to different sections of the rooms.

Before Peter could snap another picture at one of the spiders, the female guide caught him and arched a brow at the camera in his hands.

"For the school paper?" Peter offered sheepishly. The woman merely nodded her head and continued.

"Next, we have the net web spider, family Filistatidae genus Kukulcania. It spins an intricate funnel shaped web whose strands have a tensile strength proportionately equal to the type of high tension wire."

Raising his camera, Peter quickly snapped the photo of one of the smaller arachnids. Before he could take another picture, someone pushed him forward and he whirled around to find Flash Thompson smirking at him.

Harry saw this and frowned at Flash disapprovingly. "Leave him alone." He told him sternly, giving him a sharp glare.

Flash rolled his eyes, unfazed by him. "Or what?" He says with a cocky grin. "What's your father gonna do, sue me."

"What is going on here?"

Three of them turned to see their teacher, Mr. Henson standing behind him. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. He was a middle aged black man who donned an orange jacket, black t-shirt underneath, black jeans, and brown leather shoes. His chocolate eyes bore angrily at Flash.

"The next person who talks will fail this course. I kid you not." He adds menacingly.

"Yes sir. It won't happen again." Flash apologized quickly. Peter and Harry were not convinced by Flash's fake apology.

Mr. Henson gave them all a once over then sighed in annoyance. "Let's go."

The female guide walked along the glass enclosures with Peter and the students following closely after her.

"This grass spider hunts using reflexes with nerve-conduction velocity so fast that some researchers believe it almost borders on precognition; an imminent awareness of danger a spider-sense." She explained. The students listened while looking around at other high techs of Oscorp's laboratory.

"Those guys are jerks." Peter commented in a hushed tone.

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "Tell me something I don't know." He pointed at a spider in one enclosure. "Hey, look at that spider."

Peter looked at said spider. "Some spiders change colors to blend into their environment. It's a defense mechanism." He stated matter of factly. Harry chuckled at Peter's explanation, causing him to frown. "What's so funny?"

Harry shook his head as he walked past his friend. "Peter, what makes you think I'd wanted to know that?"

Peter blinked. "Who wouldn't?"

The class proceeded ahead, with the duo following closely behind. As they progressed further into the laboratory, Peter was increasingly impressed by the advanced technology on display. Behind the glass, four long and slender mechanical arms were suspended. Additionally, a massive glider, armed with bombs and machine guns, was hovering in the air. They even stumbled upon a metallic jacket affixed to two large, foldable wings resembling those of a bird.

"Transfer RNA to encode an entirely new genome combining the genetic information from all three into these fifteen genetically designed super-spiders." The lady stated as she displayed images of spiders crawling around various different structures.

Gwen blinked rapidly and pointed at one particular glass. "There's fourteen." She noted.

The female guide turned her head at Gwen. Her brow arched up.

"I beg your pardon? One's missing." She said in confusion.

"Yeah." Gwen nodded.

The female guide closely examined the glass enclosures where the spiders resided. She conducted a head count to verify the girl's observation and discovered that there were only fourteen spiders present in the enclosure. Her heart sank slightly as this seemed improbable. She meticulously searched the glass cases and scrutinized every corner for any indication of the fifteenth spider's whereabouts, even looking up at the ceiling. However, it was nowhere to be found.

It was then that the female guide saw a hole, small enough for an arachnid to crawl out of, on the upper left side of the enclosure.

"Oh no." She whispered, her eyes widening in horror.

"Is everything alright?" Gwen asked suddenly.

The lady paused, startled by her sudden presence. Then, shaking her head slowly, she forced a smile onto her face.

"Everything's fine," She replied calmly. Gwen furrowed her brow as she studied the lady's face; searching for any signs of deception. "I guess the researchers are working on that one."

In her effort to avoid causing any panic, the female guide led the students to a different section of the laboratory. However, unbeknownst to her, the teacher, and the students, both Peter and Harry had separated from the group and were making their way towards another room.

"This is amazing Harry. This is absolutely amazing!"

Peter was amazed with the diversity of Oscorp's advanced technology, the development of new products and tech displaying before him. His jaw hung slack as he stared at an employee wielding two electric whips and whipped them acrobatically.

"Wow," breathed Peter.

Harry chuckled at Peter while shaking his head; He didn't share Peter's love and wonder for high tech.

"Easy, Pete. They're not that amazing." Harry said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Peter turned at Harry, his mouth agape.

"Not that amazing?" Peter was appalled by what his best friend said. "I feel like I'm in heaven! I mean, look at that guy with the electric whips. Oh, oh, or that guy with the hoverboard, or…"

Peter trailed off when he caught something from the corner of his eye. In the distance, he saw a man conversing with one of the Oscorp employees. He donned a white business suit with a black buttoned attire underneath, and a properly tied red tie. Said man was african-american with dark chocolate eyes, and a deep wave haircut.

It was then that Peter realized who he was staring at. He's seen this man before.

"Roderick Kingsley." Breathed Peter.

Harry turned his gaze at Peter. "You know him?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, my father was good friends with him back when I was like, what, five years old. What's he doing here?"

"Meh, beats me." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Probably another business meeting with my dad; something that would benefit the company, my dad always says."

Peter and Harry were filled with concern upon hearing a cracking sound. They raised their heads and observed a spider-web crack on the ceiling. The duo's hearts sank as the ceiling started to bulge, ultimately leading to its explosion. Dust descended upon everyone, and fragments of concrete fell. One large piece of concrete was descending directly towards Roderick Kingsley.

"Mr. Kingsley!" Peter shouted, and sprinted towards him.

Before Roderick had time to turn his head, Peter leapt and pounced him to the ground. His world faded into gray, followed by a powerful thump. It was as though a giant mallet had struck the earth. Particles of dust filled his lungs, causing him and those nearby to cough. Everyone remained mute until the dust had passed. There was silence.

After a few minutes the doors swung open. The air was broken by a looping siren. Oscorp's security packed the room, checking on everyone for any signs of fatal wounds or injuries.

Peter stood up with Roderick as they both coughed dust out of their lungs. The duo trotted out of the room with Harry trailing after them. Peter led them out of the room until they were back at the first section of the laboratory.

Roderick placed his hands on his hips. His chest rose and fell while shaking his head, turning his gaze towards Peter.

"Thanks, kid. You saved my life back there." Roderick said, patting Peter's shoulder.

"No problem." Peter said, breathing heavily.

Roderick nodded then walked past him and Harry. Descending down the stairs towards the exit. Peter turned to face his best friend.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Peter asked, his tone laced with genuine concern. Harry waved him off with a reassuring smile.

"Yeah I'm fine, just covered in dust is all." Harry reassured him. Peter sighed in relief.

"Okay, that's good. I'm really gla—"

Peter let out a cry as he felt a sudden surge of pain throughout his body. He instinctively raised his right hand to inspect the source of the discomfort, only to discover a jet black spider that had sunk its fangs into the center of his hand. A cold sensation coursed through his veins, as he gazed into the eight lifeless orbs of the arachnid.

The spider pulled its fangs out and leapt off his hand. Peter's eyes shut whilst rubbing his hand. He was repulsed by the furnace heat seeping through his arm.

"Woah, Pete. What's wrong?" Harry asked, stepping to his friend's side.

"Ow… some freaking spider bit me." Peter responded.

"A spider?" Harry repeated.

Peter groaned. "Man, that thing bit me like a darn cougar."

Harry laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Walk it off, champ. Just think of it as a bite from a house spider." Harry said reassuringly.

Peter nodded, even though he was still trembling. He could feel the spider's venom flowing from his hand and spreading to his entire body. Peter only hoped that it wasn't venomous.

It didn't take long for the duo to regroup with the students, who were situated outside near the bus. After being scolded by their teacher for wandering off from the group, everyone embarked back into the bus. Only Gwen, her friend Liz, Peter, and Harry were last to go.

In an abrupt manner, Harry experienced a sharp sensation emanating from the nape of his neck, causing him to wince and instinctively slap the affected area. Upon examining his hand, he felt a frigid shiver run down his spine. He discovered a spider, curled up in a lifeless ball, resting in the palm of his hand. The same spider that bit Peter…

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, looking at Harry over his shoulder. Harry shook his head and smiled at him.

"Nothing." Harry shook the dead spider off his palm as its lifeless corpse fell and disappeared beneath the blades of grass.

The two companions gracefully boarded the bus and settled into their designated seats. As the powerful engines of the vehicle roared to life, it began its journey forward. Throughout the lengthy voyage, both Peter and Harry were acutely aware of a frigid sensation that gradually permeated their entire beings.

In the remote forest, situated far from civilization, an individual thief by the name of Max Dillon was running aimlessly through the woods. He vigorously pumped his arms and legs in brief intervals, with the hope that his physical strength would surpass his mental capacity, and fervently prayed that his legs would transport him away from the pursuing law enforcement officers.

Sweat trickled down his face as he ran, the trees passing him by in a blur. Occasionally, patches of moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the path ahead. The dense canopy above blocked out most of the moonlight, creating a tunnel-like atmosphere. Despite his fatigue, he pushed himself to run faster.

As Max proceeded, he observed that the trees were gradually becoming more spacious, and the undergrowth was receding. With his expertise, he discerned that he was nearing a waterway. In the event that he locates a river or a stream, he could pursue the current to the end of the valley, where his superior awaits him in an aircraft.

Max felt a smile tremble on his lips.

Maybe he was gonna escape after all.

Max yelped when his bare foot slipped through the mud and he fell forward with a wet smack. His sense of fight-or-flight possessed him. He dug his hands into the marshy turf and dragged himself forward through the thick stalks and swamp vegetation.

Max pulled himself over a slope and screamed when gravity wrenched him down. His scream ceased when he fell into frigid, fetid water. The cold shocked him and he thrust his head out of the water, panting and shivering.

Max scanned around him and his face immediately strained with panic. It appeared he had fallen into a giant steel well; his only chance at escape had been a pipe dream. There was no escape. He was trapped.

Somewhere behind the steel walls there was a low humming.

Max was unable to react or determine the source of the noise before he was suddenly struck by a bright flash. The world around him was illuminated in a vivid cyan hue, with shadows tracing every object. He experienced an intense, fiery pain that spread throughout his entire body, causing his skin to burn. The water rippled as his body shook violently, and his high-pitched cry was drowned out by the increasing volume of the machine's humming.

The well returned back into darkness. Max's charcoal corpse floated motionless on the water's surface. Streaks of electricity danced around his body. There was no screaming, no humming. Just silence.

A/N: And that was chapter 1, young readers! This story is inspired by MissedThePart's what if story titled, 'What if Peter Parker & Harry Osborn Got Bit By The Spider?' I remember coming across the video on YouTube and loved the idea of two best friends becoming superheroes together and creating a brotherly bond. The idea of getting bitten by the same super spider as your best friend and becoming long time superheroes sounds awesome and super wholesome to me! I find MissedThePart's storytelling to be really cool and interesting, especially considering he is only summarizing or sketching out little scenes.

It made me wonder what this story would be like, all written out. This story will be based on Earth-1048; the universe in which the Spider-Man Playstation games (such as Marvel's Spider-Man and Marvel's Spider-Man: Miles Morales) take place, as well as the associated comics and novels that tie-in to the video games. With all of that said, see you all in the next chapter!