THE PHENOMENAL SPIDER-MAN

by ABOOK5117

Since becoming the superhero Spider-Man, Peter Parker hasn't exactly been living the easiest of lives. Whether it's risking his life fighting crime or working for the Daily Bugle editor, J. Jonah Jameson, who tarnishes his reputation. But one night, Peter comes a group of 'defenders' who offer him a choice. One that would put him in the dangerous path of becoming a true hero.

4. Chapter 4

OSBORN ESTATE

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Many things filled this large, lavish lounge inside the building owned by Norman Osborn, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, one of the most powerful companies in the world. From numerous books that filled the built-in shelves inside the walls to expensive desks, leather couches, and other expensive furniture. The room's only occupant was Norman Osborn himself, a fair-skinned man in his mid to late fifties, who had red hair and was dressed in silk pajamas as he sat in a lavish chair coated in red leather. He also possessed an imposing, muscular physique for someone his age, as he followed the philosophy that when running a business, as well as ruthlessly beating competition of rival companies, he must be strong in both body and mind.

And now, Norman's focused, keen mind was on Jonah's news report on Spider-Man, which he watched from a wall-mounted TV above a lit fireplace. "Jameson, you idiot," thought the stone-faced Norman as he looked at the loud reporter with disdain. "Always having to get people's attention by being a loud jackass." Norman soon drew his attention to the smaller image of Spider-Man and was intrigued when he saw his abilities. "Still, I'd be lying if I said you didn't have your moments, and your showing of this 'Spider-Man' has caught my interest. Mainly because there's something about him…that's familiar."

Norman was so focused on the screen that he didn't even hear his butler, a pale-skinned man in his seventies, dressed in black, walk into the room while carrying two items on a silver tray. Once he approached Norman, he picked up the first item, a glass of red wine, and placed it on top of the small table. "Your wine, sir."

"Thank you, Michael," Norman replied coldly, not taking his eyes off the screen or, more accurately, Spider-Man's image. "One thing is for sure; I need to bring him in or at least get a sample of his DNA. For he might hold the key to creating the serum."

Despite the harsh treatment, Michael continued his duty as a butler and presented the second item, which appeared to be a white container of pills. "Also, your Testosterbro pills have arrived."

Once Norman heard this, his eyes lit up with surprise and embarrassment, and he quickly got up and took the pills. "Y-yes! Well, thank you, Michael, that'll be all for the night!"

Though dismissed, Michael could see the look of modification on his employer's face and thus decided to take this moment to share this in support. "If I may, sir, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, I take those pills myself, and on one particular night, I met quite a wild minx of a woman, and we-."

"THANK YOU, MICHAEL!"