ULTIMATE SPIDER-MEN
POWER & RESPONSIBILITY ARC
CHAPTER 1
Coverart courtesy to JetXPegasus
LOCATION: Osborn Industries, Main Laboratory Faculty, Long Island, New York...
On the wrist of a gloved hand stood a motionless eight-legged jet black spider. Its eight eyes gazed upwards at the human who peered down upon it. The center of the arachnid's round abdomen bore the inscription of two zeroes. Anticipating the ideal opportunity to strike at anything it perceived as a threat, its dagger-like fangs twitched with eagerness.
In the palm of their hand, the founder and CEO of Oscorp, a man by the name of Norman Osborn, held the radioactive arachnid. A smirk graced his lips as he regarded it as perhaps his greatest creation. When Norman was a kid, he 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. Norman 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.
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 express doubts regarding Norman's capacity to manage his own company. Some were apprehensive that their 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."
A ginger-haired woman employee approached Norman with a phone in hand.
"Mr Osborn, your lawyer is on the cell phone. Says it's important." She informed him.
"important to whom?" He questioned before taking the phone.
Whoever was on the phone spoke to Norman through the call. His countenance
hardened, which made Justin wonder if whoever was calling him said something he didn't like.
"I told you I don't want to be bothered in my lab. Tell him there is no room to negotiate. What? No. I said no," he snapped, handing the radioactive spider to a terrified Justin. "Let me tell you what "Oz" means, Oz is my most significant invention. Let me tell you what this new discovery is going to mean to the country's economy! Yes—Yes."
Norman turned away towards the laboratory's exit door. Justin stared down at the black radioactive arachnid in the palm of his hands, sweat dripping from his brow. He watched the spider slowly crawl along his palm before unceremoniously tossing it back to its tube enclosure.
"The testing is going very well," Norman continued, approaching the exit door. "Extremely well. We are product-testing it now. What? On — On all sorts — On Mammals, insects. The spider especially has had some fascinating — well, believe me, if I could get away with human subjects at this stage, I would. I'd start with you. But yes, human testing is the next logical phase and we are looking to — well, you tell him this is my company and my discovery, and if he doesn't like it — that's right. Osborn Industries is the name on the door, not — right. Good."
Norman presses his finger on the button. The door opens by pulling to the side.
"As long as we know who's in charge, we'll all be fine."
The spider within its tube enclosure observed Norman and Justin walking away until they exited the laboratory. Just as the pair left, the arachnid quickly noticed the lid wasn't closed over and slowly climbed up. Its legs twitched as it could feel its venom sparking from within. The arachnid understood that to be free from this altered, radioactive venom coursing through its being, it needed a host.
The arachnid hissed and hopped off.
LOCATION: Westwood, Mall Food Court, Queens...
The bustling metropolis of New York City was teeming with life and energy. Skyscrapers and towers rise 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, cafes, 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 city's natural beauty, there was one problem that has troubled the hearts of every man, woman, and child.
New York's natural splendor is plagued by the presence of crime. Peaceful days of tranquility are 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 daily, 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. But school was over today.
It was another day after the conclusion of classes as every student left school to hang out at the food court in the Westwood Mall. The court teemed with students who had congregated in groups and their conversations could be heard resonating throughout the room. The students were engaged in lively discussions and laughter while simultaneously partaking in their meals. The chefs were dutifully serving portions of food to each student who approached the line.
Seated alone on a mobile table was a young man named Peter Parker. Peter's gaze fixed on the book he was reading, not subjecting himself to the world around him. A small smile graced his lips when something on the page caught his eye.
"Sodium carbonideâ that is such an odd choice," Peter said under his breath. "I wonder if—that is a bold compound..."
A sudden ketchup french fry shoots past Peter's face. He turned his gaze to find the source, seeing Flash Thompson and Kenny McFarlane sharing a laugh then bro fisting by crossing their wrist together. Two men high-fiving while proceeding to eat their food, and two women minding their business.
"Give it to me two times! Ha ha!" Flash gloated with a laugh.
Kenny chuckled while shaking his head. "You're crazy!"
Peter darted his eyes at the girls.
"Oh my god—I totally forgot to tell you," said the blonde-haired girl.
"What?" Asked the black short-haired girl.
"I'm huge in the dog house at home." She explained. "I totally took off on senior skip day."
"So..."
"So I'm totally grounded and—"
"Why? Everybody skipped for senior day."
"Yeah, they called in sick. I just didn't show up."
"You didn't call in?"
"I didn't call in."
Peter turned away from the two girls' conversation. He redirected his gaze on another pair of girls sitting at a table, one of whom he immediately recognized on sight. She was a girl Peter sat in class with since kindergarten: Mary Jane Watson. Alongside her was the drama queen herself, Liz, who was gossiping and ranting about some original drama like always. Something about a jerky guy making up about his phone excuse?
MJ is sort of one of the popular kids at Westwood High School, along with her friend Liz. He never saw one without the other for they were always a pair. They were also classmates of his. MJ looked over at Peter, flashing him a cute smile his way which caused heat to rush up from his nape towards his cheeks.
Time slowed down for a moment when Peter saw another french fry shooting fast towards him. But before it landed on impact, a big hand grasped it, surprising both MJ and Peter. Peter glanced up and blinked in surprise.
Towering over him was a tall handsome young man. He had a messy mop of black hair, striking blue eyes, and honey-brown skin. He wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans and gold-white sneakers. He also wore a red hooded jacket with the symbol of a roaring white lion on the back.
The young man threw the fries into a nearby garbage before glancing down at Peter. Flashing him with a warm and confident smile. He shifted his gaze towards Flash, narrowing his eyes while still holding his trademark grin.
"You're still the same man since kindergarten, eh Caveman?" The young man jeered. Flash glared at him with sheer contempt, while Kenny looked between the two boys in shock and worry.
"What're you doing here?" Flash spat out.
The young man's grin slightly widened before closing his eyes and spreading his arms.
"Well, Flashy," he began, slowly dragging out the syllables. "Today's the start of a new year for me. Because you're looking at the new student of Midtown High."
Peter turned to his right and saw that MJ was smiling. Looking overjoyed by the news. He glanced back toward Flash and saw his expression change from shock to anger. Flash abruptly got up from his seat and marched up to the young man until he stood in front of him.
"You're lying!" Shouted Flash, pointing his finger at him. The young man chuckled at Flash's reaction.
"Come on, caveman. I'm an honest man; what would I gain by lying?" Replied the young man, folding his arms together. "Besides, you should face it. You and I are gonna be together for a long time."
Flash opened his mouth to respond but couldn't seem to produce any words. Instead, he growled and turned away towards another section of the mall. Kenny and the rest of the basketball team trailed after Flash. The young man watched the group leave while forming a triumphant grin.
Peter stared at the young man in amazement. Never before did he see anyone getting under Flash's skin, and this guy had accomplished that feat. And to say he was impressed by his actions would be an understatement.
"That was... cool," Peter remarked under his breath.
MJ smiled amusingly at the young man with a shake of her head. Her best friend, Liz Allen, stared at the young man with wide eyes.
"Whoa..." breathed Liz as she placed her hand on her cheek. "Who... who is that?"
"That's my twin," MJ replied simply. Liz and Peter turned their heads at MJ in astonishment.
That's MJ's brother? Peter thought.
"Your twin brother?" Liz asked, briefly looking at MJ before turning her attention to the young man once more. "He's so hot... why didn't you warn me he was so hot?"
MJ shook her head at Liz's comment.
"You never asked," MJ replied flatly.
Liz opened her mouth to respond but paused when she remembered what she was planning to do.
"I'm going to go try on some tops. Coming?" Asked Liz, standing up from her seat.
"What? Uh—no. No, I gotta—" MJ stuttered, causing Liz to roll her eyes in response.
"Study. Yeah, duh. What else is new in the world of brainy Jane? I'm gone." Said Liz, waving goodbye with a sway of her hips. She spared one last glance at the young man with a naughty grin before turning away.
Peter blinked when heard something shifting beside him causing him to turn his focus towards the sound. He turned to his right and found the young man sitting beside him, a plate filled with food in his hands. The smells of his burger and fries wafted Peter's nose; it smelled delicious. He turned his gaze towards Peter, smiling at him.
"Hey, little bro." He greeted. Peter blinked in bewilderment.
"Little bro?" Peter repeated, confused.
The young man flashed his teeth at Peter playfully.
"What? I can't call you little bro. Do I need to know you longer?" Asked the young man teasingly.
"You're Mary's brother?" Peter asked, dumbfounded.
"In the flesh," answered the young man.
The young man leaned close and extended his hand towards Peter.
"Ethan Watson." The young man named Ethan Watson introduced himself. Peter eyed his offered hand skeptically and took it on his own.
"Peter Parker." Said Peter, shaking Ethan's hand. Ethan chuckled before pulling his hand away, taking the burger in his hands, and began wolfing it down.
Peter watched Ethan eat in silence. During his childhood days at kindergarten, Peter only heard mention of Mary Jane's brother but he never got to meet him. Solely because Ethan goes to another school far away from his. But now here he was, sitting across from him, and eating his burger.
"So, little bro," Ethan said after chewing his third bite of burger. "Whatchu reading there?"
Peter briefly looked down at his book before returning to look at Ethan.
"Oh—um..." Peter faltered nervously. He wasn't expecting a stranger's interest in his book. Peter cleared his throat. "It's nothing—you probably wouldn't be interested."
"No no, I wanna know," assured Ethan earnestly, waving his hand through the air for emphasis.
Peter blinked before unfolding his book open.
"Well, it's a book about interesting facts of the Sodium Carbonate Formula," Peter stated, flipping to the first page.
"Uh huh," Ethan hummed, nodding his head in response.
"Well, it says here on this page that Other names for it include soda crystals, soda ash, and washing soda. When dissolved in water, this inorganic compound produces carbonic acid and sodium hydroxide. In its purest state, it is a white powder with no odor. It's a strong base that also acts as an antacid," Peter spoke, reading intently.
Ethan listened carefully as he nodded again. As Peter flipped past pages and pages of information, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. Normally when Peter explained anything that involved chemistry to anyone, they would usually get bored and move on to somewhere else. Not to be subjected to endless lectures on science and chemistry equipment. However, When Peter shifted his gaze towards Ethan, he was surprised.
Peter didn't see any profound boredom in Ethan's expression. Instead, he flashed at Peter with his warm trademark smile and seemed genuinely interested in not just what Peter was saying but Peter as well. Not once did Ethan utter a word when Peter went on. Only then did Peter stop when he realized he was talking for too long.
"Oh—Uh, I'm sorry, uh..." Peter muttered awkwardly.
"Hey, don't sweat it," Ethan reassured as he smiled brightly. "MJ was right about you; you're way smarter than you appear."
Peter blinked in surprise.
"MJ told you about me?" He asked curiously. Ethan chuckled before nodding his head.
"Yup," Ethan affirmed.
Peter perked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head and his eyes crawled up at the person's face who was standing behind him. Standing behind Peter was Ben Benjamin Parker, or for short, Uncle Ben.
"Uncle Ben?" Peter was surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought you were just dropping me off?"
Uncle Ben smiled at Peter.
"I needed some pants; so I bought some pants," Ben stated casually as he gestured toward the store across from them. "Why isn't Mary Jane sitting over here?"
"Now that is a very good question," commented Ethan, redirecting his gaze towards MJ and then raising his hand to his face. "Hey, Mary? Get over here, sis! Come sit with us!"
MJ smiled and got up from her seat. Started towards the trio's table and then sat down next to Peter while Uncle Ben took his seat next to Ethan.
"Hey, Mary, how'd that science watchamazoot doohickey project you and Peter were working on go?" Uncle Ben questioned, resting his arms on the table.
"Peter didn't tell you?" Mary inquired.
Peter chimed in. "Oh—I didn't want to bore him with—"
"I think we did good," MJ answered for him, earning a chuckle from Uncle Ben.
Uncle Ben smiled. "You did great. You always do."
LOCATION: P.S 163, Queens District...
Peter and Ethan walked down the school's long hallway. Students teemed around them like a hive of wasps, some of them heading in the same direction as the pair while others stood near their lockers and chattered animatedly with friends. The hall was busy enough that no one took much notice of Peter or Ethan, which suited the two teenagers just fine. The pair were conversing as they walked down the hall, ignoring the curious glances thrown their way.
"So, I've been meaning to ask," said Peter, glancing over at his new friend. "What's your history with Flash? Why do you call him caveman so much?"
Ethan glanced at Peter with a grin.
"Well, little bro. Let me answer your question, with another question," he replied, turning his gaze toward Flash and Kenny before looking back at Peter. "When you look at Flash, what's the first thing that comes to your mind?"
Peter briefly looked at Flash over his shoulder before shifting his gaze back at Ethan.
"He's a jerk," answered Peter, without skipping a beat. Ethan chuckled a little.
"True, true, but let's dive a little deeper here," continued Ethan. "He's a man, Captain of the basketball team, dates the pretty girls when the opportunity presents itself. High school is his kingdom. But Peter, there's a fact that neither you nor me, nor anyone in this school can't deny: Flash is a bully. Why is that?"
Peter paused for a moment before looking back at Ethan.
"Because he's the type of guy who preys on the weak?" Suggested Peter, raising a brow.
"Yeah, but that would be way too easy to say, lil bro," said Ethan, grinning widely now. "Flash is way more complex than that. Now listen close Peter because I want you to remember this, okay?"
Peter chuckled. "Okay."
Ethan closed his eyes and raised a finger to emphasize his point.
"According to leading psychiatrist, Flash is a bully for one or three reasons." He opened his eyes once again and pointed at Flash, still talking with Kenny and the rest of the basketball team. "Number one: underneath all that male bravado, there's an insecure little girl just banging on the door trying to get out."
Peter laughed a bit at Ethan's statement.
"Also, you asked me once why I call Flash caveman all the time. Well, that's where number two comes in. Number two: Flash's brain is underdeveloped enough that he lacks self-control over what he says or does, so he acts out aggressively. And the third reason..."
Ethan trailed off as he grinned mischievously at Peter. He scans his surroundings and motions Peter to come closer. Ethan leans in and whispers conspiratorially in Peter's ear. It's only a whisper, but Peter hears it loud and clear.
"Flash has a small wiener," Ethan whispers triumphantly as if he's just solved a difficult riddle.
Peter clasped a hand over his mouth to hold back any laughs that were threatening to erupt from within. They both laughed quietly in the hallway until finally, they stopped in front of a person. Peter looked up and smiled when he recognized the individual immediately. Standing before Peter and Ethan was Peter's best friend: Harry Osborn.
"Oh, Hey Harry," Peter greeted with a smile.
"Hey Peter," Harry returned.
Harry shifted his gaze towards Ethan and the two grinned at each other.
"Ethan." Harry nodded his head at Ethan.
"Harry." Ethan returned the nod.
"No, but MJ has mentioned him once or twice. This is my first time meeting him in person." Harry commented as he shook hands with Harry.
Ethan tilted his head while folding his arms.
"How much did my sister mention about me?" Ethan asked, looking at Harry curiously.
"Enough," answered Harry, shrugging.
Harry shifted his attention back to Peter.
"So, I'll swing by the Parker pad around eight, we'll go through that biology stuff together." Harry offered.
Peter adjusted his glasses. "Actually Harry, I was going to work on one of my—"
"Great, I'll bring the nosh, you'll bring the brains," Harry interjected, smirking at his best friend. Ethan's brow twitched in annoyance at Harry interrupting Peter, but he quickly composed himself.
"You know, fine but—you know..."
"What?"
"I don't mind doing your homework for you."
"Helping me with my homework."
"But—can't you get those jerk-hole teammates of yours to get a new hobby?"
Harry chuckled.
"Oh forget about them. Roll it off." Harry responded, shaking his head slightly and smiling softly.
"Roll it off?" Repeated Peter in disbelief, frowning. Ethan glanced at Peter emphatically.
"Don't worry about it. After high school, you are going to, like, whiz right by them. Slap together with one of those internet companies that sell widgets and make forty million dollars or something," reassured Harry, adjusting Peter's collar. "And these guys..? You know how it goes. Flash Thompson's whole life peaked, like three weeks ago."
"Yeah, well, that ain't helping Peter now," Ethan spoke up. Harry turns away from Ethan and Peter.
"I agree." Peter nodded firmly.
"I'd help you Pete, but—you know—them's the politics of being me." Harry began walking away from the pair. "See you on the flip mode."
Peter and Ethan watched Harry disappear down the hallway. Ethan glanced at Peter, frowning sympathetically upon seeing his best friend's disappointed expression. Ethan's frown washed away in an instant, however, as he smiled broadly.
"Hey, don't worry about Flash and his goons," said Ethan encouragingly. Peter turned to see Ethan's genuine smile. "Sure they might still throw insults at you, but as long as I'm around they're not gonna touch you, okay?"
Peter could feel the weight of the entire universe lift off his shoulders. He had never felt better after hearing Ethan's words, comforted by the thought that he'd met a new friend who was willing to stand by his side. Peter turned his gaze towards Ethan with a smile and nodded.
"Okay."
LOCATION: The School Gymnasium...
"Come on, Flash, show me the moves!"
Flash Thompson runs forward on the basketball court as he bounces the ball on the floor toward the hoop. His coach stood in the middle with Flash's friends and teammates, watching him perform his usual routine of effortlessly throwing the ball through the rim. Peter Parker stood a few feet away from the group, glancing up in time to watch Flash leaping into the air and successfully pushing the ball down through the net.
"That's the man!" Coach yelled in approval, while the rest of the team players cheered for their favorite captain.
Kenny Mcfarlane takes the ball from Flash and walks towards the net. Looking up at the hoop, he slightly bent his knees, before launching his shot towards the goal. The ball flew cleanly past the center line and into the basket.
"And the Kong puts it through. King Kong!" Coach yells, congratulating Kenny by patting him on the shoulder.
The Coach's countenance change when he looks over at Peter
"You're up, Parker." He says sternly.
Kenny hands the ball to Peter and the latter walks towards the hoop. He stares at the round rim with the ball in his hands, uncertainty filling his thoughts. Basketball was never in his wheelhouse, let alone in this situation he found himself in.
"Parker! Ball in basketball!" Coach called out.
Peter looked down as his confidence faltered.
"Yo! Peter!"
Peter turned to his right to see Ethan Watson. He was wearing gym clothes similar to Peter's, but he wore a grayish t-shirt over his black one-piece. He sat on a bench in the middle with four girls flanking on either side.
"Do your best, buddy!" Ethan said with a big smile, giving Peter a thumbs up.
Peter smiled back at Ethan before turning away. He tossed the ball up in the air, soaring away from the rim, and landed on the floor. Bouncing two times while rolling across the court.
"A woman! I swear to God!" Coach exclaimed, throwing his hands up before turning away towards the exit. "If I had to cash money, based on that throw, I'd say I was looking at a woman."
Flash and his team laughed at Coach's comment. Peter was indifferent, but not surprised. Some of the players patted him on the shoulder as a way of comfort for him. Flash steps up to Peter with a smug smirk gracing his lips.
"Try wearin' a sundress next time. Maybe you can borrow one from the pony-tail-wearin' uncle." Flash teased, smirking even wider at Peter's glare.
Ethan walks up behind Flash with his trademark smirk.
"Yo, Flashy-boy," Ethan began, standing in front of Flash. "Keep Peter's Uncle out of your little taunts, will ya?"
"Oh, screw off! I can do whatever I want." Flash spat, folding his arms.
"Really? Wow, so you're a man now, huh?" Ethan asked sarcastically, stepping closer to him. "You've reached the peak of maturity and you're still an immature brat at heart, I see."
Flash glares at Ethan while clenching his fist tightly by his side.
"But hey, since you're a man now, let's make a bet~," Ethan continued. "You and I play ball on this court. If you win, I'll kiss your feet and admit that you're the best there is. But if I win, not only do you have to take the L like a man, but you and Kong back there have to stop picking on Peter for a whole week. What say you, caveman?"
Flash smirks confidently at Ethan. He still hadn't forgotten being humbled by Ethan at that one incident, the memory still fresh in his mind. If he were to accept this challenge, he could finally get payback for all of the humiliation he caused him. On top of that, Flash can take great pleasure in watching this guy kissing his feet.
"Alright, Ethan, you're on." He replies, smiling triumphantly at Ethan. "Let's make this happen!"
Peter watched the pair closely from the sidelines as Flash bounced the basketball once more. If he had to be honest, he was worried that Ethan might lose and that Flash would humiliate him in front of everyone. He would know since he has experienced similar situations in the past where people tried to embarrass him. He was always the laughingstock. It wasn't something he enjoyed—nor anyone for that matter.
But all his worries vanished upon seeing Ethan mopping the floor with Flash. Every time Flash tries to take the ball from Ethan, Ethan simply tricks him into thinking he is going to one place only to jump in front of Flash and shoot the ball over his head in the air. Falling through the net and granting the boy a score. As minutes went by Peter could see that Flash was getting frustrated, aggravated by the fact that things weren't going his way.
Ethan took advantage of Flash's frustration and threw the ball through his legs, hesitating, then bolted around Flash before he even had time to react. He ran towards the hoop, leaped high in the air, and dunked the ball through the net. This continued for five minutes straight until the pair stopped and were panting heavily.
"I win," Ethan said between breaths, bouncing the ball in his hand. "Whew, that was some good workout."
"How..?" Flash stammered out, unable to comprehend what just happened. He looked at Ethan in disbelief, staring at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "You..."
"Something you should know, caveman," Ethan interrupted him, smiling victoriously at Flash. "I'm something of a basketball player myself; I used to be a captain of my basketball team back in the old school before I transferred here."
Ethan tosses the ball at Kenny, who catches it in perfect position. He turned away from Flash, who didn't respond to Ethan's remark and just glared at him with sheer contempt. Ethan approached Peter while still smiling then jerked his head in the direction of the boy's room, indicating for Peter to walk with him. The pair leisurely walked towards their destination, and Ethan leaned close to Peter.
"That's gonna hurt his pride for a week," Ethan whispered, winking mischievously at Peter. Peter grinned at the comment, causing Ethan's grin to widen.
On that day, Peter learned the true meaning of friendship...
The Next Day...
LOCATION: The Watson's Home, Forest Hills Queens...
Rays of sunlight gracefully infiltrated the crevices in the blinds. Resembling delicate laser beams that bestowed their luminosity upon Ethan reclining on his bed. He groaned as he sat upright, rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand, before reaching for his alarm clock on the nightstand. It blared an annoying beep at him which he silenced by flipping over and pressing the end button with two fingers.
Ethan lifted his bed sheets off and rubbed the morning crust out of his eyes. He walked into his bathroom to start his morning rituals to begin the day. Turning the bathroom lights on he lifted both his eyes to look himself over in the mirror to see his messy hair, and his white t-shirt and black shorts still clean with no stains whatsoever, making part of his morning routine complete. Ethan took off his pajamas, kicked them away, and proceeded towards the shower, once he was finished he brushed his teeth and returned to his bedroom to attire himself.
He rummaged through his wardrobe and chose to wear a pair of black jeans and a gray hoodie under his white t-shirt. His hair was already starting to dry and frizz though, so he brushed it out to make sure nothing stuck. After pulling his shoes on, he grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs to the kitchen. As soon as Ethan's shoes touched the ground his nose caught the scent of eggs and bacon, causing his stomach to growl loud enough for his mother to notice him enter the kitchen.
"There you are, young man. Did you sleep well, Ethan?" Madeline asked while holding a frying pan full of scrambled eggs.
"Yup. Slept like a baby," Ethan replied, sitting himself down next to Mary.
Madeline poured some eggs onto her plate and the rest to Ethan and Mary Jane. He pulled a chair for her to sit on and kissed her cheek. Ethan soon sat back down and the trio started eating.
Madeline reached for the remote and turned on the TV for the three of them. A man appeared on screen staring at the camera. He had black hair, a black goatee, and brown eyes. Ethan and Mary recognized him immediately as Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries.
"Been a while since I was up here in front of you. Maybe I'll do us all a favor and just stick to the cards," Tony Stark said, looking from one reporter to another. "There's been some speculation that I was somehow involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and on the rooftop..."
From among the audience, a woman named Christine Everhart spoke up.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark, do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared even though you sorely despise bodyguards?" She asked incredulously.
"Yes," the billionaire replied.
"And this mysterious bodyguard was somehow equipped with an undisclosed Stark high-tech powered battle—"
"I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero."
Silence permeated the room for a moment. Tony sighed and then gazed back at the audience.
"I mean, let's face it, I'm not the heroic type. A laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public." Tony paused, taking the opportunity to survey his audience then narrowed his eyes. "The truth is... I am Iron Man."
The news reporters among the audience went wild with thousands of questions. Ethan choked on his food, almost spilling it everywhere, while Mary Jane covered her mouth with one hand. Their mother was genuinely shocked hearing this news before she changed the channel and continued eating.
"My goodness, I never would have thought it was Tony Stark donning that suit of armor," Madeline said, turning her gaze toward her children.
Ethan nodded in agreement after finally swallowing his food. "Yeah, I'm just as shocked as you, mom."
"Well, now it makes sense when you think about it," Mary Jane chimed in, swallowing down her food. "I mean, did you see the armor he was wearing? It looked so awesome!"
"Couldn't agree more." Ethan agreed wholeheartedly.
After a minute of eating Ethan and Mary Jane finished their plates. He got up from the table, took the dishes off said table, and placed them in the sink. Before Ethan could reach for his backpack, he walked up to his mom as she was cleaning the dishes.
"We'll see you later, Mom. Love you." Quickly giving her a peck on the cheek, Ethan grabbed his backpack near the table and started towards the front door.
"Bye Mom." MJ pecked her mom on the cheek as well, turning away and trailing after her brother.
Madeline twisted her torso and waved at her children. "You two be safe out there!"
Ethan and Mary walked forward until they stood on the sidewalk. They briefly surveyed some passersby, observing two teenage girls engaged in lively conversation on the opposite side of the sidewalk, while other children their ages patiently awaited the arrival of the bus from a nearby bench. Ethan turned to his right and caught sight of the bus just as it pulled up.
The bus doors opened and individuals began boarding. Filling the seats in an unending stream of bodies, the pair embarked last with poise. Mary took her seat next to Liz while Ethan sat alone at the back. The bus proceeded forward, rumbling towards its subsequent destination. Making several stops in various parts of the neighborhood, Ethan encountered a few other children along the way, eventually seeing Peter approaching his designated seat and sitting down beside him.
"Morning Ethan." Peter greeted Ethan with a smile.
"Morning lil bro." Ethan returned, smiling back at him.
"How's your morning been?" Peter asked, sitting down beside him.
"It's been okay." Ethan shrugged. "Not much to tell, other than my mom's breakfast is as good as always."
Peter and Harry engaged in conversation on various subjects while waiting for the bus to reach their destination.
LOCATION: Osborn Industries, Main Laboratory Faculty, Long Island, New York...
Peter Parker walked along with all the students as they followed their tour guide through the huge laboratory of Oscorp Industries. The room was bathed in cyan light, flanked by advanced technology displayed on tables, and unfinished projects that were still a work in progress. Peter saw four technicians in lab coats who were peering into double-barreled stereo microscopes or looking at images on high-resolution video screens. The next room was filled with stones, which were meticulously arranged in glass shelves, cardboard boxes, and large pull-out trays. Each stone was tagged and numbered in black ink, indicating the level of precision and attention to detail that was required in the line of work.
The students stared at some of Oscorp's technology that flanked their sides. While some of them were understandably uninterested in the projects the company had displayed, Peter on the other hand was enthralled. He found his place within the science exhibit. He listened attentively to their guide as she explained to them all.
"Since 1973, Oscorp Industries, inc. has been dedicated to providing innovative materials for manufacturing, construction, automotive, processing chemical, and numerous other global industries. We are a leading manufacturer," she expounded. "Oscorp operates about one-hundred and ten major manufacturing, seven research and development facilities worldwide. We manufacture and produce chemically engineered products with a special focus on replacements of EHS hazardous acids and solvents."
Peter was diligently jotting down notes in his notepad, his pen moving swiftly across the paper after recording her words. The subject matter was truly fascinating, and he couldn't wait to share his newfound knowledge with Uncle Ben once he headed back home. Maybe he could…
Peter screamed when he felt a surge of pain throughout his body. He instinctively raised his right hand to inspect the source of the discomfort, and his eyes grew large in horror. A giant black spider had its sharp fangs sunk into the center of his hand. A cold sensation coursed through his veins, as he gazed into the eight lifeless eyes of the arachnid.
Peter screamed in terror as he shook his hand out of instinct. Successfully shaking the spider out of its hand, sending it flying towards a shocked individual. Said individual happened to be MJ, watching in horror as the spider flew towards her.
"MJ!" Ethan cried out, quickly trying to make a path for himself towards his sister.
Ethan wrapped his arms around his sister. Shielding her from the danger with his own body, closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable to occur. The spider landed on his back and upon making contact with the boy's body, it began crawling upward. it slowed down and began to crawl up the tender skin. The arachnid paused at the boy's nape, flexing its fangs in anticipation, before finally sinking them deep into the flesh.
Ethan threw his head back and screamed in agony. Experiencing a sharp pain from the back of his neck, causing him to let go of his sister and swiped the arachnid off. He fell on all fours whilst rubbing the affected area with his hand. The spider got back on its eight legs and was about to turn and run...
"Die!" Kenny yelled, rushing forward, and stomping on it hard with his shoe. The spider died instantly.
Peter and Ethan emptied the contents of their stomachs onto the floor. Creating a puddle of their breakfast mixed with their dinner last night, almost in perfect sync. Their bodies collapsed and it seemed to be happening slowly. They had plenty of time to feel the world beginning to roll around him as he saw the floor rush up to strike him in the face.
In Ethan's last fleeting moments of consciousness, he saw MJ at both his and Peter's side. His sister and Liz's calls grew distant.
Darkness enveloped his world and the distant calls gave way to silence.
LOCATION: Oscorp Industries, Osborn's Office...
Norman Osborn stared out the window in his office at Oscorp's highest floor. His eyes narrowed as he stared into deep space, his countenance blank and cold, a mask of indifference. His gaze was fixed upon the faraway silhouette buildings of New York, but his thoughts were on something else entirely.
"Mr. Osborn?"
Norman looked over his shoulder to see one of his three acquaintances standing across his desk. "Yes?"
"Seems there was an incident at the main laboratory floor," Justin said. "One of the students got bit by our sixty-six arachnid specimen."
This got Norman's attention. "Did they survive?"
"Yes sir," Justin replied. "Their names are Peter Parker and Ethan Watson. Peter was bitten on the hand while the other boy was bit on the back of his neck."
"How long ago?" Norman asked.
"An hour ago." The doctor replied.
Norman hummed. He fully turned to face Justin and glared.
"Why wasn't it in containment?" Norman probed.
"We are looking into that, sir. Unfortunately, as quickly as the spider bit those kids, it was killed in the chaos." Justin stated.
Norman nodded in understanding.
"Fire the floor manager. I want her gone within the hour." Norman ordered.
Justin nodded. "Yes sir."
"Legal Obligations?" Norman questioned without taking his gaze off the scene outside the window.
"If they sue, they sue the school, right?" Justin asked.
"If they sue, they sue us." The man to the left answered quickly. "The school doesn't have any money. We either settle immediately or we start building our defense now and wait for the hit."
Justin folded his arms. "It's an admission of guilt if you even pay his doctor's bill."
Silence filled the room for several moments until finally Norman spoke.
"No," he began. "No. Let's pick up the tab—the hospital tab."
"But why?" Justin asked, bewilderment washing over his face.
"Yes, please enlighten us on this one." The balding man added, leaning forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Norman looked between the two men.
"I want to keep an eye on those boys."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, my little shimmerings! I'd like to welcome all my little shimmerings to a new written series: Ultimate Spider-Men. This is my take in an alternate universe on Earth - 1610 if Peter Parker and one other individual were bitten by the same spider. I'll be writing the epic battles between fights as always, character interaction, etc. This will be based on the Ultimate: Spider-Man comic and the rest of the arcs when the story progresses with more published chapters. I'll be going now, I hope you all have a wonderful day or night wherever you are.
See you all in the next chapter my little shimmerings!