Spider-Man: Destiny - Year 1
Chapter 1: The Beginning
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May 11, 2024
"Next honor of the night goes to Charles Weiderman for the Outstanding Artistic Career award. Specifically, Charles had his original paintings from Mrs. Dodds' art class submitted for the art show throughout sixth, seventh, and eighth grade."
The crowd clapped at Stephen Ditko Middle School's eighth grade graduation ceremony as Charles got up and walked to the podium to shake Principal Smith's hand and accept his award.
"And finally, we have Peter Benjamin Parker for the Academic Prosperity award, the highest honor to any student having the top marks in their science and mathematics courses, setting an excellent precedent for advanced courses at Midtown," Principal Smith announced with a smile.
The crowd clapped as thirteen-year-old Peter Parker got up from his seat. Covered in his bright blue graduation cap and gown, Peter's ego was internally overflowing as he walked up to the podium.
"Go Peter! That's our nephew! Whoooo!" a brunette couple in their early fifties cheered from the bleachers.
Peter chuckled. Through all of the loud clapping in the auditorium, he could only really hear his Aunt May and Uncle Ben's never-ending support. He shook Principal Smith's hand with pride and took his award, walking back to his seat afterward.
"With all the honors of the night being bestowed, Stephen Ditko Middle School Class of 2024, you may rise. Throw your caps if you would like! You're all no longer middle schoolers, you're real high schoolers now!" Principal Smith exclaimed through her microphone.
The graduates all got up and happily complied, throwing their caps around everywhere as everyone in the room started cheering. Even Peter found himself cheering with the rest after throwing and losing his cap.
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Peter walked through a bunch of students and families taking pictures everywhere. Peter looked and saw his crush Sally Avril taking pictures with her friend group. Peter intensely focused on Sally's perfect blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. However, Peter's eyebrows furrowed when he saw bully Flash Thompson amongst the friends. Eventually, Sally started taking pictures with her best friend Glory Grant, with Peter waiting a little nearby.
"Hey, Flash, Rand, Kong, and Jenny want to go to the Silver Spoon after photos with everyone are done. You down?" Glory asked.
"Yeah, just let me get some pics with the basketball team real quick," Sally said.
"Cool. See you later, girl."
Glory and Sally started to walk in opposite directions. Stuffing his award under his gown, Peter nervously pushed himself to approach Sally, trying to part his usually unkempt straight brown hair.
"Hey, Sally! You excited about graduating?" Peter asked.
Sally smiled. "Hey, Peter! Yeah, I can't wait for high school. I'm definitely trying out for poms and debate club if I can."
"That's awesome! I'm definitely gonna go for the engineering club. M-maybe build a robot or something. Got that award as you saw, so I should- am able to do it."
"Uhh, yeah. That's awesome! Good for you, Peter."
Peter gulped. "Anyway, I w-wanted to see if you were down for a milkshake some time? Maybe soon? We could keep in touch."
A look of sympathy hit Sally's face. "Peter, I'm really flattered. But I'm sorry, we're just a bit… different. Or, I mean, everyone's got someone, including you, it's just…"
"It's fine, Sally," Peter sighed.
Flash and Kong's obnoxious laughing overshadowed Peter's voice as Sally walked away.
"Parker, dude. When are you gonna realize that the girls don't care about that science shit. Like, I'm not even kidding, it's a legit thing for a reason, man," Flash chuckled. "How the hell did you even think you had a chance with Sally Avril?"
"I don't care what you think, Flash," Peter replied before turning around to walk away.
"Yeah, sure. Can you believe this nerd?" Kong laughed.
"Little bitch is never gonna find a girl," Flash taunted.
Seeing red and suddenly embroiled with rage, Peter turned around and charged at his long-time tormenter. Peter tried to tackle Flash, grabbing and messing up his combed blonde hair, only for the taller and more athletic bully to easily break his grip and push aside the skinnier and frail Peter. Falling to the ground and dropping his glasses, Peter held his arms and knees out of pain as he put his glasses back on. A few adults went over to try and help Peter, only for the now-bruised teen to run off.
"Little prick tried to fight back! Jesus Christ, the guy's delusional," Flash laughed.
Peter ran a little throughout the school before finding Aunt May and Uncle Ben near the bathrooms.
"Peter, we've been looking for you! Did you check your phone?" Aunt May asked.
"Sorry, got sidetracked. Can we just go to dinner now? We already got pictures together before getting here," Peter requested.
"You wanna see if there's anyone else you could get pictures with?" Uncle Ben asked.
Peter turned around to see almost all the different friend groups and fellow graduates taking pictures with each other. Laughing, celebrating, planning.
"Nah, no one for me. Let's just go," Peter insisted.
Peter started to walk out of the building, and Aunt May and Uncle Ben followed. On the way out, Peter didn't even bother giving his now-former middle school a second look.
…
That night at around 11:30 PM in Queens, New York, Peter sat on a chair in the backyard of his house. Listening to music through his earbuds, Peter just watched the moon and black sky.
"Care if I join you?"
Peter took off one of his earbuds to see Uncle Ben pulling up a chair and holding two small Sprite bottles.
"Nah," Peter replied.
Uncle Ben set down the chair and sat down, passing Peter a bottle. "You were real quiet at dinner tonight."
Peter shrugged. "Wasn't really in a talkative mood."
"You sure?"
"Didn't have much on my mind."
"That the same reason you're still up right now?" Uncle Ben asked.
Peter stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking. "Asked out Sally today. Didn't exactly go as planned."
Uncle Ben frowned. "Oh, man. I'm sorry, Pete. You could've told me and May."
"Wasn't really in the mood to after getting pushed down by Flash again. And we already know that reporting him's gonna do nothing, let alone at graduation," Peter ranted.
"God, Pete. Are you okay?"
Peter put down his drink. "I'm fine, I really am. It's just… I don't know, I'm sick of not having any friends. I'm always either the outcast or Flash's punching bag, and it's… I-I want high school to be different."
"Peter, I absolutely promise it will be," Uncle Ben assured his nephew.
"You don't know that."
"Pete, it's four years of different experiences. When I was in high school, I made plenty of friends who lived around the area with me. People I grew up with. But senior year, one of my best friends was a foreign exchange student who had spent his whole life in the Netherlands. You meet different people from around the world, and you make some new crazy experiences."
"Like what?"
Uncle Ben took a drink. "During my sophomore year, my friends and I got chased by our neighbor one night for ding dong ditching.
Peter's eyes widened. "No way, what? Seriously?"
"Yeah. And senior year, a huge fight broke out on the football field on Homecoming weekend. One of my buddies was on the team, and his teammate's girl had slept with someone from the other school's team. It was insane, I ran in there to try and defend my friend. Had to throw some punches," Uncle Ben revealed.
"God, that's freakin' crazy. You literally never told me any of this."
"I'm telling you all this now to assure you that you're gonna meet a lot of different people, make a variety of unexpected memories, it's gonna be an unforgettable time. Not that I'm condoning you getting into any more fights."
Peter sighed. "You better be right. Honestly, I just wanna have friends. Like, real friends for once."
"Peter, I have absolutely zero doubt you'll not only make true friends and bonds, but that those friends will be there to stand up for you in a time when you need it most. The ones to save you," Uncle Ben predicted.
"That sounds like wishful thinking, but let's hope."
"Never helps being such a pessimist. Another thing I'll tell you, it's a lot easier to preserve memories today than it was when I was young. Modern technology's a wonder, gotta take advantage of that to capture the most important and memorable times in life."
"You telling me this 'cause I have a camera?"
"I just want you to be able to make and remember all the good times you have with everyone. High school, college, adulting, that all goes by in a flash."
"Saying that to scare me?" Peter asked.
Uncle Ben got up. "Nah, you just gotta enjoy it. Anyway, I think we should probably go inside and get some sleep, kiddo. Good talk, though."
Peter got up, holding his bottle. "Thanks, you too. Night, Uncle Ben."
"Night, Peter."
Uncle Ben walked inside. Peter took one last look outside before going inside their house to get some sleep.
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Over three months later, on his first day of freshman year of high school, the now-fourteen-year-old Peter found himself being driven by Aunt May and Uncle Ben to Midtown Science High School. The school consisted of an East building and West building separated by a courtyard. Dozens of students were walking throughout the school grounds and inside the school itself.
"Sheesh, I see why this school is so highly ranked in the state!" Aunt May exclaimed.
"No kidding, do you see that fountain?" Uncle Ben asked.
"You guys sure you had to drive me?" Peter chuckled.
"For your first day? Absolutely, we're not missing this! Now wait, hold up, let me get a pic," Aunt May said as she started to pull out her phone.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Do you really have to?"
Uncle Ben patted his nephew's shoulder. "You know how your aunt is. Anyway, have a good time, sport. Make some great friends. If you're gonna bring home any ladies, just make sure you're low-key with it-"
Aunt May hit her laughing husband's arm as she found her phone and aimed it at Peter. "Quick! Smile!"
Peter smiled for the photo and opened the car door.
"Bye, have a good day, hon. Make it fun!" Aunt May encouraged.
Uncle Ben gave a wave. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."
Peter waved back. "See you guys!"
Peter got out of the car and walked up to the school, going inside the West building and finding the front desk, where a line of new freshmen were. Peter read The Daily Bugle on his phone while waiting.
Empire State University to Celebrate Biology Professor Henry Croft's Retirement after 60 Years of Hard Work, Dedication, and Achievements
Delmar's Deli-Grocery to Add New Limited Time Spicy Chicken Sandwich with Pickles for $10.99
Two Year Anniversary of the 2022 Los Angeles Battle between the Avengers and the Chitauri is Approaching. Tony Stark to Speak Out for Victims and their Families
Oscorp Industries to Host Genetics Exhibit this Upcoming Friday, Tickets on Sale Now
"Hello?"
Peter looked up from his phone to see a woman at the front desk looking at him.
"Oh, s-sorry," Peter stuttered.
"Name?"
"Peter. Peter Parker."
The woman looked through a folder of files and found a small file for Peter. She handed it to Peter.
"Take a right and you're gonna take your student ID picture. In that file is your class schedule, map of the school, and your own little planner notepad." the woman stated.
Peter nodded. "Thank you."
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After Peter got his photo taken and his ID printed out, he took a look at his schedule.
1 - World History - Olivia Serber, 1726
2 - Physical Education - Michael Fazz, 1854
3 - Precalculus Honors - Bianca Schwartz, 1224
4 - Introduction to Engineering - Roger Harrington, 1330
5 - Lunch
6 - Accelerated Chemistry - Grant Queen, 1568
7 - Accelerated English - Julie Winterhalter, 1984
8 - Spanish 1 - Lisa Wood, 1202
Making his way to his first period class, Peter's face dropped when he saw Flash sitting in the classroom. Flash's face turned into a smirk the moment he saw Peter.
"Oh, great," Peter sighed.
"S'up, Parker? You have a good summer?" Flash asked.
"Yeah, it was alright."
"Let me guess, you just stayed inside with your aunt and uncle and didn't see anybody."
"N-No, you don't know that. I mean, no, that's not what happened! Mind your own business," Peter defensively responded as he sat down.
Flash and a few students snickered at the mild outburst, and Peter buried himself in his phone, texting Uncle Ben.
PETER PARKER: Hey Uncle Ben, there's a genetics exhibit at Oscorp this Friday. Could I just take the train and go that night?
UNCLE BEN: Yeah of course! I got your ticket covered too. How's school going btw?
PETER PARKER: Sweet thnx! And eh. Nothing special.
UNCLE BEN: Remember, make sure to enjoy it!
…
Making his way into his final class of the day, Peter sat down. Spanish music was playing, and the teacher was passing out candy to the students. Eventually, she turned off the music.
"Hola, class! Me llamo Señora Wood. Or you can call me Mrs. Wood," the teacher enthusiastically greeted. "We got a mix of us in here. A lot of freshmen and sophomores. A few juniors. I like a mix! Anyway, let's get started with introductions. Each student will give their name, grade, and reason for taking this class, whether it be for fun, or for foreign language requirements, or anything! Anyone wanna volunteer?"
Ten seconds passed before someone volunteered. "I'll go."
Señora Wood smiled. "Muy bueno!"
The whole class turned to look at the volunteer, and Peter found himself instantly infatuated. Her chocolate brown wavy hair. Her rich, expressive eyes. Even her fashion sense was something straight out of a Paris fashion magazine.
"I'm Liz. Well, Liz Allan. I'm a sophomore, and I'm taking Spanish because I want to practice and learn more about my own culture and heritage, being Mexican-American myself. Also, my foreign language requirement."
"Gracias, Liz! Who's next?" Señora Wood asked.
Peter quickly raised his hand.
"Great! Tell us about you!"
"I'm Peter. Peter Parker. I'm a freshman and I'm in this class because I think it'd be super interesting to learn about the Spanish culture too. Also, I'd be pretty screwed if I didn't get my foreign language stuff in."
Half of the class laughed or chuckled, and Peter turned to see Liz even smiling and giggling a little. Peter blushed before turning away.
"Thank you, Peter. Seems you got a sense of humor for sure! Anyone else?" Señora Wood continued.
Peter took out his phone under his desk and texted his family group chat.
PETER PARKER: UHHHH, forget about Sally Avril, this girl named Liz in my spanish class, holyyyyy crap she's gorgeous
UNCLE BEN: She really surpass Sally? You were into her throughout all of seventh and eighth grade!
AUNT MAY: Wow, this girl already has to be something
PETER PARKER: Man, yeah she is
Peter spent the rest of the period just trying to subtly stare at Liz.
…
After classes, outside of the East building of Midtown, several students were sitting outside to be picked up by the bus or by someone else. Among these students was a well-dressed half-Japanese freshman with a poised and athletic demeanor and well-combed wavy black hair. Tuning out the world with his noise-canceling headphones, the student felt his phone vibrate before picking it up.
DAD: Harry. Limo arriving to the front in one minute
HARRY OSBORN: Okay thnx, but dad, do u rly have to park in the front? Can u have Bernard go to the back or?
DAD: We've been over this, Harry. NEVER be ashamed of your prosperity.
Harry Osborn sighed as the black limousine soon pulled up to the East building. Several students started to stare as Harry quickly walked to the limo and opened the door, getting inside. As the limo drove off, Harry sat across from his father, Norman Osborn. 6'2 with a muscular build, Norman was dressed in a business suit that cost thousands, and his black hair was slicked back.
"As you know, I didn't have time to personally drop you off at school this morning because of my business meeting. But how did the day go?" Norman asked.
"I mean, it was fine. Mom gave me a little pep talk when she drove me this morning, and I got pretty good classes. I might go to the extracurricular fair tomorrow to see what I could join," Harry shared.
"Harry, you know I don't care what you do in your free or social time. As long as you're doing well in classes and setting up for a productive future, you're golden."
"I know. But I just think there's some interesting stuff I could learn in clubs too. Like, there's Japan Club. It'd be a chance for me to learn more about mom's culture. Another thing for us to bond over. There was the film club, tennis-"
"Did you think about anything related to science, perhaps? Technology?"
Harry shrugged. "I mean, not necessarily. But I could look into it."
"If you're an Osborn, it's essential to keep your knowledge up to date with the science of the world. The answers to why things are made. How any living organism can continue to be advanced. The capability to transform the world," Norman stated.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, what's your meeting gonna be about?"
"It just involves discussing Oscorp's ongoing goal for a military weapons contract, and other goals in terms of genetics and technology development."
"Oh. Sounds cool. Hope it goes well."
"I know it will. Most important thing in business is to not just be a presence. But a fortress. Keep your walls up, but also be strong and affirming." Norman advised.
"So it's all about authority?" Harry asked.
"That's definitely a part of it. Also, I need to remind you. The genetics exhibit at Oscorp is this coming Friday. Don't forget, you and your mother need to be there too," Norman reminded his son.
"I know. I'll be there," Harry replied.
"Obviously be on your best behavior and act professional. You're an Osborn, never forget it."
"Trust me, I won't."
…
On the far side of Manhattan stood Oscorp Tower, a 105-story building with a green-and-black crystalline structure fused with cutting-edge aesthetics and technology. That Friday at 8:00 PM, Peter walked right up to the tower, snapping a picture of it on his phone.
"Shit," Peter muttered, amazing.
Inside, Peter gave his ticket to the front desk and went to the lobby, where there were around fifty attendees for the genetics exhibit. Other than Peter, the attendees were made up of college students, professors, scientists, and a few reporters. Harry was standing with his mother Emily, who was a beautiful and youthful-looking Japanese woman. The two were both dressed moderately nice. Eventually, Norman came into the lobby.
"Hi, everyone. Welcome to Oscorp Industries, a timeless beacon of innovation, progress, and unlimited potential. I'm Norman Osborn, the CEO, head genetics scientist, and founder of this enterprise," Norman introduced. "Oscorp was founded to help human beings reach their full potential and practical capabilities, as well as drive advancements and empower the future in regards to evolving technology and unlocking new horizons. At this genetics exhibit today, we'll give you a look into the research we've been doing on genetics, specifically different developments, modification technologies, and studies on modified animals and bioengineered organisms. Now, if you'll all start following me."
Norman started leading the group to the genetics exhibit hallway. While walking, Norman pointed out Harry and Emily.
"That right there is my son Harry. Next to him is my wife Emily."
Harry gave a small wave and "Hey" to the group while Emily smiled. In the hallway, Peter found himself enamored by the different exhibits and samples that were being shown.
Norman pointed at one of his exhibits. "Right here, we have different genetic samples and therapeutic strategies to combat different cancerous cells and even potentially enhance the-"
Peter was so entranced by the entire hallway that he even tuned out Norman's rambling. It seemed like Oscorp had everything. Holograms of gene splicing techniques for combating diseases, bioengineered crops to enhance drought resistance and improve nutrient content, models of genetically enhanced insects. Peter took photos of everything he could.
"You like what you're seeing?"
Peter turned to see Harry standing near him.
"You kidding me? Yeah. You're so lucky your dad owns this place," Peter chuckled.
"It has its moments. Other times though, doesn't really feel like much, trust me," Harry said.
"I gotcha. You into science at all?"
"In all honesty, not as much as my dad would like. It's fine, just not my favorite. Best subject is definitely English."
"That I'm pretty good at, but STEM is pretty much where I thrive. Do you go to Midtown?"
"Yeah."
"Same. It's a good thing their science program is so highly ranked. Gives me a lot of resources and things to take advantage of," Peter emphasized.
"I mean, the school as a whole is OP in every area. Have you seen the library? The school weight room? The lunches? The Mexican rice bowls!" Harry exclaimed.
"Dude, don't even get me started on those! Damn, you made me hungry."
The two laughed. Harry turned to see Norman talking to a reporter, with the whole group checking out the hallway on their own.
"I'm Peter, by the way," Peter clarified, extending his hand.
Harry shook Peter's hand. "And as you heard my dad say, I'm Harry."
"Well, Harry. You seem cool," Peter complimented.
"I'll take it," Harry chuckled. "It's sick how much you're really into this science stuff."
"Thanks. Feels nice to hear it from someone that isn't my aunt or uncle."
"Yeah, I mean, that stuff can be really difficult for me. So I can definitely appreciate it when someone's not only insanely smart in that field, but they love it too."
"Well, it's great to know that. What kind of stuff are you into in general? Hobbies? Pop culture?" Peter asked.
"I like tennis, rap music, true scary story podcasts, oh, and I love watching movies a lot too," Harry shared.
"Who's your favorite director?"
"David Fincher. For me, it's hard to top Gone Girl and The Social Network."
"Those are good. I'm also a huge fan of Zodiac."
"That I haven't seen yet. Who's your favorite director?"
"Scorsese. Goodfellas is still my favorite movie period," Peter revealed.
"Damn, great choice," Harry replied.
Peter started looking around at the genetic samples and technology again. "It's still so crazy how your dad owns all this stuff. Like, this is insanely advanced research and technology."
"Yeah, I mean, my dad will sometimes brag that he could build a better armored suit than Iron Man or something. Yet, he hasn't done it."
"I mean, that's fine. Iron Man's cool, but Cap's my favorite anyway."
"Ah, I'm more of a Hulk guy."
While Peter and Harry continued bonding, Norman was showing Emily and a few reporters and scientists a tank filled with spiders.
"And here, we have eleven genetically modified spiders. Through meticulous genetic engineering and innovative biotechnological approaches, we have enhanced these spiders' capabilities, imbuing them with remarkable attributes and potential applications. These spiders represent a fusion of science and nature, showcasing the power of genetic manipulation to unlock new possibilities in medicine, materials science, and beyond," Norman presented.
"There's only ten of them," a scientist pointed out.
Norman turned to the tank. "What?"
"Yeah, I counted, and I can only see ten," the scientist elaborated as she recounted with her fingers.
Norman had a look of absolute shock on his face. "Knowing him, I bet Otto probably took it for testing. But I will look into that for sure after the end of this exhibit. Let's move on to the regenerative medicine innovations and correlations with genetic engineering."
Norman led Emily and the others to a different part of the hallway. Meanwhile, Peter and Harry were still talking.
"I actually got to go to the bathroom now. But let me grab your digits real quick," Peter suggested.
Harry took out his phone. "For sure."
Peter added Harry's number on his phone, and Harry did the same.
"Be right back, dude. Could you tell me where the bathroom is?" Peter asked.
"Leave the hallway, take a right and go straight. You'll find it," Harry instructed.
"Thanks. See you soon."
"Later."
…
In the fancy bathroom, Peter was washing his hands. Unbeknownst to him, a spider was hanging and descending off the bathroom ceiling. While Peter started drying his hands with the air dryer, the spider eventually made its way onto Peter's shoulder. As Peter walked back to the bathroom door, the spider crawled on his arm. Landing on his hand, the spider bit Peter.
"Ow!" Peter exclaimed as he swatted his hand.
The spider landed on the ground. Peter looked as the spider crawled under the bathroom door and disappeared. Seeing a small red mark on his hand, Peter's vision started to feel weird.
"Oh God. Wha- what the hell's happening to me?" Peter groaned.
Peter started to get the worst headache as he opened the door and left the bathroom. Sitting on one of the benches in the lobby, Peter called Uncle Ben.
"What's up, Pete? How's the exhibit going?" Uncle Ben asked.
"Good, but I need you to pick me up," Peter requested. "I'm feeling extremely sick. Like, it's horrible."
"Oh man. Okay, I'm on the way. But when you say horrible, you really mean it?"
"How I haven't puked yet is a miracle. My head feels the worst it ever has and I'm in agony."
"Don't worry. Just take a deep breath. I'm on the way right now. I should be there in a little over half an hour, hang in there," Uncle Ben encouraged.
"I'll try," Peter sighed.
…
Inside an abandoned warehouse, an unconscious badly beaten and bruised thug was tied to a chair with ropes. He was woken up with a bucket of cold water thrown in his face.
"Shit! God!" the thug yelled.
In front of the thug stood a bespectacled and fancily dressed man with spiky hair.
"Well, well, Mr. Samson. Now, in what universe did you think trying to snitch on the Kingpin would be a good idea?" the man asked.
"I-I don't kn-know what you're talkin' about!" the thug stuttered.
"Why even try and deny it, man? We had four people saying shit about you. You should really be careful about who you gossip to nowadays, it's just not very smart."
"G-go to hell, James."
"Nope. Only my friends are allowed to call me James. You can call me Wesley. And look, we can't exactly have you trying to run off to rival gangs feeding them stuff. Pretty bad look."
"Just let me go. Please."
"Nah. Sorry, you knew what you were signing up for when you joined the game," James Wesley stated.
The thug started to beg. "I-I got three kids. My wife. Please, i-if they lose me-"
Wesley rolled his eyes. "My God, don't even get that low. Our background checks are extensive, I already know you're single and alone. Anyway, let's make this quick."
"Please! Don't-"
A powerful gust of wind swept through the space and hit the thug from behind before he was swiftly grabbed and flown up to the top of the ceiling of the warehouse, still tied to the chair. As he made eye contact with the ground, the thug's eyes widened in terror as he dangled helplessly in the air, with cold steel digging into his flesh.
"Holy shit! Holy- what the-" the thug panicked.
"You got any last words?" the thug's flying captor asked.
"Get me down from here! I don't know what the hell is happening, but-"
The captor then dropped the thug all the way down. Screaming as he fell, the thug smashed through a table as he landed, crushing the chair and instantly dying. While Wesley wasn't phased, the captor flew down. Wearing a predominantly green armored steel wingsuit with some black accents and streaks, the captor's sharp wings alone were massively wide. Disguising the captor's face was a modified dark green fighter pilot's helmet. The captor took it off to reveal a balding middle-aged man.
"That was… extreme, Adrian. Did you even let him finish talking?" Wesley commented.
"Alright, wiseass. Who's gonna dispose of the body?" Adrian Toomes asked Wesley.
"Cleaners are gonna be here in five minutes. I must admit. Being the Kingpin's best friend for decades now, I can rarely recall occasions where decisions like these have ever ended non-fatally."
"Yeah, I'm not doubting that. I mean, it took me a little while to get used to certain parts of this job. The money though? Hell, it's triple what I was making before all this, it's more than a good motivator."
"Yes, it always helps. Anyway, I'm hungry. Are you in the mood for Chinese?" Wesley suggested.
Adrian shrugged. "Honestly, sure. I could use some good Mongolian beef right now. The place five miles from here?"
"Golden Dragon, yeah. I'll drive."
"Cool. Let me get this suit off first."
…
Later that night, the tired and aching Peter walked into his bedroom as Uncle Ben walked to his.
"Thanks again for the ride. Night, Uncle Ben!" Peter called from his room.
"No prob. Night, Pete," Uncle Ben called back.
Groaning, Peter couldn't have felt more satisfied than when he collapsed on his soft bed. Covering himself with the blankets, Peter's vision started to drift away before there was nothing but pitch black.
…
Meanwhile, at the docks in a secluded area in Brooklyn, there were seven armed thugs guarding a shipping container. There were several enslaved women inside, scheduled to be trafficked. Two of the thugs were smoking and playing cards, one was looking at his phone, and the other four were keeping watch at different points. The women kept screaming and banging from inside the container. Annoyed, one of the thugs went over to open the door, aiming his machine gun at them.
"Shut up or I'm gonna start firing until the walls are stained with your heads!" the thug shouted at the screaming women.
Another thug walked over and pulled out an electric baton. "Stop attracting attention or we'll make it slow."
Some of the women started to stop screaming. As for the thug looking on his phone, he found himself getting strangled and tased before losing consciousness. Meanwhile, the two thugs playing cards were occupied.
"Man, my mom's making me move out by the end of the month. Isn't a fan of this type of work, I guess."
"Dude, my parents and fiancé all still think I'm an English teacher. Dumbasses."
That thug's arm was shot by a blue energy beam, knocking him to the ground as he yelled in pain. The other thug pulled out his gun, only to get shot in the leg by the beam. The thugs' yelling caused all of the women to start screaming again, and the remaining thugs ran out to investigate. However, a grapnel suddenly fired and attached itself to one of the thug's legs, pulling him to the ground and dragging him away.
"Shit. Help me! Help!" the thug yelled as he was dragged away.
Two of the other thugs ran in the sound of the thug's screams, only for a smoke pellet to hit the ground and surround the area with smoke.
"The hell?" one of the thugs remarked.
At that moment, a figure dressed in silver jumped out of the smoke and shot the thug's machine gun with her grapnel, yanking it away from him. The figure then kicked the thug in the chest, knocking him down. The other thug ran over, only for the figure to throw a dagger at his pistol, knocking it out of his hands. The thug pulled out a knife and ran at the figure, who dodged the thug's first two swings before grabbing his arm on the third attempt. The figure punched the thug in the face before slamming him against the container. The other thug got up from the ground and tried to run towards the figure, only to get shot in the shoulder, knocking him down. The figure then punched her current thug in the face, knocking him out.
"Hey, bitch!"
The silver-clad figure turned to see the final thug. The thug aimed his machine gun at the figure and started firing. The figure gracefully flipped in the air, narrowly avoiding the barrage of bullets as they whizzed past her. The figure then jumped and landed behind a stack of crates.
"Can't hide forever!" the thug shouted, getting closer while firing sporadically in the figure's direction.
As the thug rounded the corner, he found the thug who was previously dragged away, now unconscious and tied to a pole.
"What the hell…" the terrified thug whispered.
The thug's machine gun was then smacked aside by a blue electrical blast, followed with an electrical shock to the chest. Falling to the ground in pain, the thug looked up to see the figure, her silver attire gleaming in the moonlight as she held a pair of electrifying batons. A strikingly beautiful and lean woman in her late twenties, the figure's long and flowing silver hair served as a sharp contrast to her white coat and light-and-dark gray bodysuit. The woman's batons were casting an electrifying glow that illuminated her stone-cold expression.
"Wh-who the hell are you?" the thug stammered.
"You may call me the Silver Sable," the figure declared with a distinct accent, her voice echoing with authority. "When you wake up, tell the Kingpin this. His entire organization. His legacy. His life. It will all be over."
Silver Sable raised her electrified baton at the thug, who tried crawling away.
"No, please! Stop-"
Meanwhile, the enslaved women were still waiting inside the shipping container. Eventually, it was opened by Sable.
"Get out of here. Find the authorities. Don't look back," Sable instructed.
The women started running out of the shipping container, and Silver Sable used her grapnel gun to swing away from the scene. Running across a few buildings before stopping on a rooftop, Sable heard the sound of sirens. Waiting a bit before moving again, Sable ran and jumped off the building, grappling to another one as she fled into the night.
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Well, it's been nearly two-and-a-half years, but I'm back! Yes, I wrote and canceled The Extraordinary Spider-Man and Spider-Man: An Amazing Fantasy, and co-wrote Along Came a Spider-Man before all of that. While I wanted to return to the story after all these years, I kept getting way too many different ideas and going through different versions of the story, such as the friends, villains, plots, etc. Certain plot aspects and characters have remained intact since the beginning, but this is now my finalized version, and definitely my best.
This story will take place on Earth-709 and follow the story of Peter Parker and his journey as Spider-Man, as well as his relationships with his friends and enemies, personal struggles, crazy adventures, etc. Get ready for an exciting, action-packed, hilarious, tear jerking, and unique ride as Spider-Man: Destiny will follow a ten year narrative and explore various different parts of Peter Parker's life. While my approach will remain faithful and accurate to key lore parts of the character's mythology and origins, I will also be embracing my own changes to the characters and universe. And some of the story will definitely be taking inspiration from my personal life.
So yeah, I'm back! And thank you to anyone who's either returning or reading for the first time. The beginning of Year 1 is here, and the next chapter will be out sometime in the next week or two! Whether I post to Wattpad is TBD, but on FanFiction, I'll definitely respond to comments whenever I can. In terms of how things are going in my personal life, it's been good in theory. I go back for my final semester of grad school in a week. Ready to end things, not quite ready for adulting haha. High school to now was and still is a pivotal point in my life with meeting and saying goodbye to several friends that stayed and left, making crazy good and heartbreaking experiences, and learning several lessons and having to grow as a person. I want to capture the same here with the story, so come with me as we begin this journey! Get ready for the next chapter, as we continue to grow upon Peter's origin story and explore the characters and narrative I have established for this year (and beyond?).
-redbirds12
