This Spider-Man story will be split into volumes, each one spanning a year. I will also include elements from movies, cartoons, games and comics. I had considered starting when he was 15, but I felt that his origin had been done to death and, considering that most of his adventures started when he was in college or afterwards. To that end, I'll be skipping his high school years.

My name is Peter Parker, and I am the amazing Spider-Man. I used to be an ordinary kid in high school, but then I got bitten by a genetically enhanced spider and got these cool superpowers. However, I didn't use them responsibly. Because of that, my uncle paid the ultimate price, but my true story began when I was 19.

7:00 a.m. August 10th, 2025

Peter awoke to the sound of his alarm; he yawned, hit the snooze button, and got out of bed. Peter's bedroom was messy, mostly because he was Spider-Man and had little time to clean himself.

Peter then started to get changed. He was roughly 5'9 "with messy brown hair and hazel eyes. He also had quite an impressive six-pack, primarily thanks to his spider powers. He also used to wear glasses, but he has had perfect vision ever since being bitten by that spider.

When he was in high school, he still had to wear his glasses just to make sure no one was suspicious until we came up with a good solution to explain why he didn't wear them any more.

Once dressed, he looked around his room, thinking he would start college soon. It was filled with science awards that he had earned; believe it or not, he was a science party with a very high I.Q. It also had pictures of his parents, Richard and May Parker. His mother was holding a baby boy in her arms, and they all looked so happy.

Peter never got to know his parents; he was no more than three years old when they died in a plane crash. Fortunately, his Uncle Ben and Aunt May raised him as if he were their son, but then he lost his uncle thanks to him, so now it was only him and Aunt May.

Once he brushed his teeth in the bathroom, he went downstairs, where Aunt May was already preparing breakfast.

"Morning, Aunt May," said Peter.

Aunt May smiled at her nephew. "Morning, Peter, happy birthday."

Peter nearly forgot that today was his birthday. "Thanks, Aunt May."

"There is still no explanation as to why so many prisoners have escaped from the four major supervillain prisons across the country. S.H.I.E.L.D has assured everyone that the criminals will soon be recaptured. However, Iron Man, Tony Stark's bodyguard, has announced that he, Thor, Wasp, Aunt Man and the Hulk have decided to join forces and recapture these villains on their own, calling themselves the Avengers.'

"Still can't believe so many villains managed to escape," said Peter as he bit into his toast.

"I'm sure the authorities will apprehend them in due time," said Aunt May. "Now, enough of this doom and gloom would you plan on doing for your birthday?"

"Well, Gwen and I are going to hang out," said Peter.

"I'm grateful that the two of you are still talking after you broke up; I wish you could tell me why," said Aunt May.

"It's complicated," said Peter.

"You know Anna Watson's niece is moving in soon, and I think it would be nice if the two of you get to know one another."

Peter groaned; this wasn't the first time Aunt May had tried to arrange a date between him and this mysterious niece. However, he had never seen her, and Aunt May only told him that she had a great personality, which didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Aunt May, I don't like blind dates," he said.

"Peter, you should give her a chance before judging her."

At around 9:15 a.m., Peter met up with Gwen at Central Park.

Gwen Stacy had long blonde hair and clear blue eyes and was just a few inches shorter than him. The two of them had been friends since high school; they dated for about a year, but recently, they broke up due to his nighttime life as Spider-Man.

"Happy birthday, Pete," Gwen smiled.

"Thanks, Gwen," said Peter.

"I got your present," she said, pulling a birthday gift from her back.

"Gwen, you didn't have to," said Peter.

Gwen merely smiled. "Come on, we've been friends for years, Peter. It's the least I could do."

The two of them began making their way from Central Park.

"So, are you dating anyone new?" Gwen asked.

"No, thought my Aunt May is trying to hook me up with next was neighbour's niece," said Peter.

"That sounds nice."

"Except I've never met, and all I know about her is that she has a great personality."

"You should at least give her a chance before you write her off," Gwen encouraged.

"My aunt said the same thing."

"She's a smart lady, but in all seriousness, I do hope you find someone."

Peter looked at her. "Gwen, I know I lied to you, but I only did that to protect you."

Gwen sighed. "Peter, it's not that you hide the truth from me; it's mostly down to my father."

Gwen's father, George Stacy, was a police captain at NYPD and one of the few policemen willing to work with him as Spider-Man. Most of the police force was out to get him, and it didn't help from the slander from the Daily Bugle, where he was working.

Peter also suspected that Gwen's father knew he was Spider-Man, and he began to wonder if that was part of the reason they broke up.

"I guess supporting vigilantes is one thing, but having one date his daughter is another thing entirely," Peter assumed.

"He likes you, Pete, but ever since Mom died, he's been rather overprotective of me," said Gwen. "Don't get me wrong, I still love you, but I'm not sure I can handle you being you know who."

"You make it sound like I'm Voldermort."

Gwen laughed. "I do miss your sense of humour, but in all seriousness, Pete. Considering what happened to your uncle, I respect what you're doing, but I'm not sure I can handle it."

"Gwen I—"

Peter was interrupted when they heard the sound of sirens and saw police cars chasing a car down the road.

Peter looked at Gwen apologetically. "I've got to go."

Gwen sighed. "Go."

Peter immediately ran off to find a place to hide and get changed; honestly, he had hoped to avoid being Spider-Man on his birthday. He didn't want to ditch Gwen, but the entire universe was against him.

As he changed, his thoughts turned to 4 years ago when he accidentally got his powers.

It was October 14th, 2022, at 10:34 a.m. It was a typical day, and the entire class went on a school trip to Pym Tech.

"Welcome to Pym Tech," said Doctor Sitwell.

"We're very grateful that you invited us here, aren't we, class?" said their science teacher, Aaron Warren.

"Yes, sir," said the class.

Back then, Peter wasn't incredibly strong; he was the classic school nerd, even though he wore glasses. As a result, the cool kids constantly picked on him, number one being Eugene Thompson or Flash to everyone else.

Flash was the typical boy Jock, good-looking and tall with short blond hair, but not big on the brain department. He and his gang constantly picked on Peter every chance they got.

"What a drag," said Flash, looking at his best mate, Kong, who was even larger and dumber than Flash. "I can think about 1000 things I would rather do than tour some nerdy lab."

"Yeah, this is Parker's version of heaven," Kong nodded.

They all laughed.

Gwen, who was Peter's one and only friend, looked at him sympathetically. "Don't listen to them; they won't be laughing when you start your own billion-dollar business."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Gwen; I still have a long way to go before I can do that," said Peter.

"Let's get moving, class," said Mr Warren. "I'm sure that Doctor Sitwell is a busy man, and we have our lot to see."

"If you just follow me," said Doctor Sitwell.

They began going through several corridors and saw scientists working in high-tech labs. They couldn't see much from behind the safety screens, but it was clear that they were working on several different kinds of insects.

Peter noticed a few scientists were working on some spiders, which were not the typical house variety. They didn't look tropical either; they were about the same size as a house spider.

"Sir, what are they working on down there?" Peter asked.

"Oh, they're working on the new project we've started," said Doctor Sitwell. "Genetically modified spiders, we are hoping that their venom will be able to cure all known diseases. Sadly, the results have not been auspicious. Every single one of my test subjects succumbed to the venom. However, any good scientist knows that failure can also be a good teacher."

"Then Parker would make an excellent teacher," Flash laughed.

"Mr Thomson, how often have I told you that we must respect our fellow classmen?" Mr Warren said, narrowing his eyes.

"Flash is only joking around, Mr Warren," said Liz Allen.

Elizabeth Allen was a beautiful girl with long blond hair and a cheerleader. Peter admitted he had a crush on her, but the feeling was not mutual as she was Flash's girlfriend.

"Those kinds of jokes are not well appreciated," said Mr Warren.

Peter sighed. "No matter where I go, I always seem to be the butt of people's jokes."

Gwen placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I don't think you're a joke."

"I know. I wish everyone else thought the same way."

Doctor Sitwell then suddenly received a message on his radio. "What? Well, find it."

"Is something the matter, Doctor?" Mr Warren asked.

"It would seem like one of our genetically enhanced spiders has escaped its containment cage."

"You mean, there's a venomous spider on the loose," Liz panicked.

"Now, there's no need to panic, but as a precaution, I would like everyone to evacuate calmly."

Sadly, not all the students got that last part; they panicked and ran to the nearest exit. Flash accidentally or intentionally bumped into Peter, knocking him to the ground and causing him to lose his glasses.

"I can't see!" Peter yelled as he fumbled around for his glasses.

Mr Warren and Doctor Sitwell tried to calm the students, and Gwen was practically carried away in the crowd. Peter continued to fumble around for his glasses, unaware that his hand was reaching out to the genetically enhanced spider.

The spider climbed onto his wrist, and seconds later, he felt a sharp pain as it bit him.

"Ow!" he said, pulling his hand away.

"Peter!" a voice cried.

Peter recognised Cindy Moon's voice. She was an American Korean classmate and one of the nicest girls in the class. However, she was going to move very soon, which Peter found rather sad.

"Cindy, is that you?" I can't find my glasses!" he said.

Cindy managed to locate his glasses and quickly placed them on his face. "Come on, we need to go."

Peter nodded and followed her, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his wrist. He looked around and couldn't see the spider that bit him, but it was gone.

"Something the matter?" Cindy asked.

Peter shook his head. "No, I just got bitten but can't find what was responsible."

"Yeah, same here," Cindy nodded. "Something bit on my leg when I bent down to help you."

"I hope it wasn't one of those genetically enhanced spiders," said Peter.

" I didn't get a good look at it," said Cindy.

This left Peter somewhat worried that if they had been bitten by that genetically enhanced spider, he would have no idea what would happen to them. He also wasn't confident that anyone could do anything for them if that was the case.

"Ah, Mr Parker, Miss Moon, there you are," said Mr Warren, relieved to see them. "We were worried that something had happened to the two of you."

"Sorry, sir, my glasses fell off," Peter apologised.

"And I was knocked over in the panic," Cindy added.

Mr Warren sighed and turned to the rest of the class. "In future reference class, we do not panic in an emergency, or something like this happens. When we return to Midtown High, I will inform the principal that we must work on fire safety drills."

Everyone groaned.

Gwen then approached Peter. "You all right? You look a little perky, Pete."

Peter suddenly didn't exactly feel very well. "Guess it was all this excitement."

"Perhaps, but I don't feel too good myself," said Cindy, looking a little woozy.

Dr Sitwell noticed the two of them weren't looking too good.

"Are you two all right?" he asked.

Peter was about to mention that he got bit by a spider, as did Cindy, but she quickly cut across him.

"We're fine, sir," said Cindy quickly. "Honestly, I wasn't feeling quite well this morning. And Peter is not used to this sort of excitement."

Peter wondered why Cindy wouldn't mention that the two of them got bit by a spider, considering that one of the genetically modified spiders had escaped its cage.

"Okay," said Dr Sitwell. He then turned to Mr Warren. "Mr Warren, given recent developments, I think it's best that we end the field trip here. I do apologise that we wanted to show you everything, but we can try and rearrange it for another date."

"I perfectly understand," said Mr Warren. He turned to the class. "We'll be heading back to Midtown High, and we can spend the rest of the day practising fire safety drills."

The class groaned as they began making their way out of the building. As they walked, Peter pulled Cindy to one side.

"Why didn't you tell them about the spider?" he asked.

"Look, Peter, my family will be leaving the United States very soon," she said. "And that spider biting me could prevent me from joining them. Besides, I feel perfectly fine, and it's nothing that a good night's sleep can't solve."

"You don't know that," said Peter. "Dr Sitwell mentioned what happened to test subjects exposed to spider venom. What if the same thing happens to us?"

"And what can we do if we were exposed?" Cindy asked. "I would rather spend my time with my family than be someone's test subject."

"That's not the point," Peter argued.

"What are you two talking about?" Gwen asked as she approached them.

"Peter was just thanking me for helping him out," said Cindy before Peter could say a word.

"Quite the eventful field trip; it's a shame it was cut short," said Gwen.

"There's always next time."

"Assuming we have a next time," Peter muttered.

"What was that?" Gwen frowned.

"Nothing, let's just get on the bus."

By the time Peter got home, it was 2 p.m., and Aunt May and Uncle Ben were surprised to see him home so early.

"Peter, we weren't expecting you to return until later this afternoon," said Aunt May, looking rather shocked.

"Our field trip was cut short when one of the experiments escaped," Peter explained.

"Then how come you didn't come home straightaway?" Uncle Ben asked.

"Some of our class panicked, and Mr Warren felt we should spend the rest of the field trip practising fire escape drills."

"Well, sounds like he was right in doing so," said Uncle Ben. "Just sorry that your field trip didn't go according to plan, sport."

"We did see a few amazing things before everything turned sideways," said Peter, who started to feel dizzy. "If you don't mind, I'm going to my room. I don't feel that well."

"Are you okay, Peter?" Aunt May asked as she placed her hand over his forehead. "You do have a temperature, Peter."

"Nothing a good night's sleep won't solve," Peter assured her.

"Okay, but if you don't feel any better in the morning, I'm calling the school," Aunt May warned.

Peter didn't argue and made his way straight to bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

Peter began having strange dreams, all of them involving spiders. He dreamt that he had transformed into a giant spider and began terrorising the city, only for the military to put him down.

The following day, he suddenly woke up with a start and was shocked to discover that he could see clearly. He checked his bedrest to know if he had accidentally fallen asleep with his glasses on but saw them sitting there.

He pulled himself out of bed and suddenly found he was light on his feet. He got another shot when he saw himself in the mirror; he had a perfect six-pack. His arms and legs now looked as if they belonged to a marathon athlete. He still had his basic body shape but five times more muscle than before.

"Peter, are you all right?" Aunt May's voice asked from downstairs.

"I'm better than all right," said Peter.

"Then get changed!"

"Oh, I've definitely changed," said Peter, unsure what happened to him.

Over the past few days, he learned that he had acquired the powers of the spider, advanced agility, super strength, and the ability to stick to walls. He even had this sort of danger sense ability that alerted him to any danger that could come his way, which he discovered when he was nearly run over by a car.

Peter was ashamed to admit that it all went to his head when he got these powers. He thought he could use these powers to make cash, so he participated in a talent show and won the cash prize. He didn't want his aunt and uncle pulled into the spotlight, so he made himself a costume.

His costume was simple back then: a red and blue jumper with a black spider logo, mask, and goggles. He made an actual costume with the money he won and was offered an opportunity. He also gave himself the stage name of Spider-Man.

A man offered him a chance to become a pro wrestler, saying he could make real money. Peter took up his offer and made an excuse to his aunt and uncle, saying he was going to the library, but Uncle Ben slowly became suspicious.

"Say, Sport, how about I take you to the library," Uncle Ben offered.

"You don't have to do that," said Peter.

"It'll give us a chance to talk like we used to."

Try as he might, Peter couldn't devise a good enough excuse and was forced to accept Uncle Ben's offer.

"You seem to be spending quite a lot of time in the library recently," Uncle Ben noticed.

"I'm just studying," said Peter.

"But you used to do a lot of that at home," Uncle Ben noted. "Peter, you can tell me anything. Is that Flash boy forcing you to do something?"

"I can honestly tell you that Flash has nothing to do with this," said Peter honestly.

"I see, but I do get the sneaking suspicion you are doing something other than studying in a library, and I feel that this is going to get you into trouble."

"I can handle myself," Peter snapped.

"I wish I could believe that, but I don't. Look, Peter, I don't want you to throw your life away doing something stupid. You have any brilliant mind; I just want you to use it for something more productive than whatever you really do."

"It's my life, and I can live it however I want," Peter snapped.

They eventually reached the library, and Peter wasted no time opening the door.

"Peter, don't know what you're doing, but remember this: with great power comes great responsibility."

Peter then slammed the door shut and went to the library until Uncle Ben drove away. He then immediately made his way over towards the wrestling match as quickly as he could.

Once he got to the studios, he immediately went to the changing rooms to prepare for his match. Then suddenly, a guy with long blond hair and a chiselled face ran by with a gun in one hand and a bag of money in the other, followed by a security guard.

"Don't let him get away! He's a thief!" the security guard yelled.

Peter, however, did not raise a finger to stop the burglar. "Sorry pal, I'm a wrestler, not a cop."

He watched as they turned around the corner and merely shrugged, not seeing any need to get involved.

After his match, he easily defeated his opponent, all thanks to his spider strength. He then made his way home. However, when he got home, he saw police cars hanging outside his house.

"Aunt May! Uncle Ben!" Peter yelled, running to the front door.

There, he ran into Captain George Stacy, Gwen's father. He was in his mid-40s with silver-blonde hair.

"Easy, son, your aunt is all right, just in shock," said Captain Stacy softly.

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"No sooner had your uncle come back home than he was attacked by a thug, and I'm sorry to say the man was armed," said Captain Stacy regrettably.

Peter's eyes widened in horror. "No, you don't mean…"

"Your uncle tried to stop him, but…" Captain Stacy sighed. "…well, after he took care of your uncle, he stole the car and drove off. We've managed to track him down at a warehouse; I'll join them briefly. Don't worry, we'll get him, Peter."

Peter clenched his fist, determined to get that murderer before anyone else did.

After taking Aunt May to the next-door neighbour, Anna Watson, he secretly changed into his costume. He then began to follow Captain Stacy as they made their way back into the city, and he led them to the warehouse.

The police had gathered and were now deciding the best course of action, but Peter was not gonna let anyone get that murderer before he did. It was easy enough for him to sneak into the warehouse without anyone noticing, and there he found the murderer, keeping a close eye on the police.

He then jumped down behind him, grabbed him, and removed his mask before he could move. However, to his horror, he discovered that he recognised the face, belonging to the same guys you allowed to escape at the studio.

"No, not you," said Peter, shocked. "I should've stopped you."

Peter wanted nothing more than to punch a hole right through his face, but Uncle Ben's words rang in his ear. He knew that he would betray Uncle Ben's memory by killing the man right here and now, so instead, he knocked him out and escaped before the police arrived.

It was on that day that he finally realised what Uncle Ben meant by great power, which meant great responsibility. He decided that day that he would use his powers to help people, not for himself, so he became a hero.

Back in the present, a pair of crooks were trying to get away from the police and the getaway car with some stolen jewellery. Their names were Flint Marko, who was in the driver's seat, and Herman Schultz, who was shooting at the cops as they chased after them.

"The boss is going to be pleased once we get in these jewels," said Flint.

"Once we lose the cops," said Herman as he fired his pistol at them. "We can't go to the hideout with them on our tail."

"You make it sound difficult," said Flint.

He then put his foot down on the accelerator and zigzagged through the traffic, not caring who he might run over. The police, on the other hand, were doing their best to keep up with them and try to avoid traffic and pedestrians.

As a result, they began to pull ahead away from the police.

"Just a few more turns, and they'll be off our backs," Flint smirked.

They suddenly got a surprise when Spider-Man landed on the hood of their car.

"Hey, guys, long time no see," he said, waving at them.

"It's the spider!" Herman yelled and pulled out his pistol.

He began shooting through the windscreen at him, but Spider-Man easily dodged the bullets.

"Now that's no way to greet someone," said Spider-Man.

Suddenly, he somersaulted into the air, fired some webbing, stuck to the car's rear, and landed on the road. He immediately stuck to the ground, pulling them in like a giant fish.

"Put your foot down!" Herman yelled.

"I am!" Flint yelled.

The wheels screeched as they began to smoke, and no matter how much he put in, he could not free himself from Spider-Man. Herman pulled his torso out the window and aimed at Spider-Man; that was when he saw the police were beginning to arrive.

"Forget the car! Let's leg it!" he yelled.

"We were so close," Flint groaned as he undid his seatbelt.

They immediately opened the car door and tried to make a run for it, but Spider-Man quickly jumped and fired two web lines stuck to their backs. He slammed into one another with one good pull, landed on a lamppost, and pulled them up so they were dangling.

"Hope you two enjoy prison," said Spider-Man and swung off.

The police car soon arrived, and stepping out was George Stacy, who just looked up at the two crooks.

"Looks like Spider-Man done it again," he said.

His co-driver, a young man with black hair called Vincent Gonzales just narrowed his eyes. "Why can't that freak just stay out of our business."

"If he hadn't interfered, these two would have gotten away with several million dollars worth of diamonds," Captain Stacy pointed out.

"Captain, you're not seriously suggesting we need a vigilante to do our job?"

"I'm just saying he makes our job a little easier; thanks to him, we have captured so many crooks these past four years."

"I don't think the commissioner would agree with you."

"The commissioner subscribes to the Daily Bugle," Captain Stacy reminded him. "I would rather stick to the fact that we can see."

"Yeah, but we still have to wait at least an hour before we can get those two down."

"And we would have spent many more trying to find these two."

"Has anyone ever told you're incredibly stubborn captain?"

Captain Stacy chuckled. "Oh, my daughter tells me that every day."

It wasn't until about 11 a.m. that Peter managed to get back to Gwen.

"So, did you save the day?" Gwen asked.

"I stopped a couple of crooks who stole several diamonds, so yeah, I would say so," said Peter proudly.

Gwen sighed. "Peter, it's great that you were able to stop them, but do you really have to risk your life."

"Please tell me you're not starting to believe everything in the Daily Bugle?" Peter groaned.

"Of course not, but Jonah does have a point. You've been antagonising these gangs, and I know from my father that many of them practically get released the moment they get caught."

"I can handle a bunch of crooks," said Peter.

"It's not them I'm worried about; it's their bosses. My dad believes there's some sort of criminal mastermind in the underworld who has his hands in practically everything in the city. You name it, lawyers, state-of-the-art corporations and even the police."

"Gwen, you have to believe I can look after myself," said Peter gently.

"You know, for someone so smart, you're incredibly dense," she said, storming off.

"Gwen!" Peter yelled, chasing after her.

"Look, Peter, I just need some time to myself," she said.

Peter sighed and nodded. "All right."

Gwen looked at him apologetically. "And happy birthday."

Peter watched as she walked off, and in frustration, Peter kicked a stone on the pavement.

"Way to go, Pete," he muttered to himself.

At the same time, there was a vast meeting of all the underworld crime lords in an unknown location. All of them were sitting around a table, and sitting at its head was a bald man twice the size of an ordinary man.

His name was Wilson Fisk, and all that blubber was, in fact, muscle; he was capable of crushing a man with his bare hands like an egg. To everyone present, he was the Kingpin of Crime, but to the rest of the world, he was a wealthy philanthropist and CEO of Fisk Industries.

"Gentlemen, I think it is safe to say that we've had an excellent year for business," he said proudly. "Our profits have increased, and we practically own every aspect of this great city."

"Should we not be worried about the creation of the Avengers?" said a man dressed like an Italian gangster.

"My dear Hammerhead, they are too busy capturing all those escaped supervillains, and they have never actually bothered us," said Fisk.

"And what of Spider-Man?" said an elderly man with white hair.

"You not tell me that the great Silvermane is so worried about a teenager?" Fisk chuckled.

"A teenager that has constantly been a thorn in our side," Silvermane glared. "Despite our profits increasing, they have taken a dive ever since he showed himself four years ago. Some of our benched henchmen had been captured."

"And were immediately released thanks to our contact within the police," said Fisk.

"Yes, but now they're being monitored, and Captain Stacy has been slowly getting rid of the corruption within the NYPD. It is only a matter of time before Spider-Man discovers our operations."

"I will admit he is a nuisance."

"He is more than that!" Hammerhead growled. "He's taken down many of my boys and cost me quite a lucrative amount of cash."

Many of the other crime lords nodded in agreement.

"Our men can't keep up with him!"

"It's bad enough they have to dodge the police, but now they have to fight a vigilante who can attack them from any angle."

"Something needs to be done!"

"Gentlemen, there is no need to lose our cool over this," said Fisk. "Be sure that your concerns have been noted."

"So what are you going to do about it?" Silvermane asked.

"I assure you there is no need for any kind of concern regarding Spider-Man," Fisk assured them.

Then his faithful assistant James Wesley whispered something in his ear, and whatever was aggravated him. He then turned and looked to the and collective.

"Do not worry; I will find a way to rid us of this arachnid," Fisk promised.

"We'll be holding you to that," said Hammerhead.

"Now I called this meeting adjourned," said Fisk.

Other crime lords then began to leave, leaving Fisk alone with Wesley.

"Is it confirmed?" Fisk asked.

"I'm afraid so, sir," said Wesley.

"Those diamonds would have sold for millions of dollars on the black market," Fisk grumbled. "But it is clear that my fellow crime lords are right about Spider-Man; he needs to be taken care of."

"I'd be more than happy to take care of him for you, boss," said a voice stepping out of the shadows.

The man was extremely pale and incredibly muscular and resembled a backstreet gangster.

"I do appreciate the sentiment, Tombstone, but I am not prepared to risk you," said Fisk.

"You're saying I can't take this kid?" Tombstone asked.

"You are a capable enforcer, but if you attack Spider-Man out in the open, it would raise several questions. And I know you do not wish those questions to come out in the open just yet."

"Then what should we do, boss?" Tombstone asked.

Fisk looked at today's paper, which showed the article on the Big Breakout, which resulted in over 70 supervillains escaping.

"We simply give him something to fight," he said, smiling.

"You wish to create supervillains, sir?" said Wesley.

"Giving him supervillains to fight could either lead him to be distracted from our daily operations, and at best, they could succeed in killing him. It is time for Osborn to return payback is debt to me.

"I don't trust the man," said Tombstone.

"We don't need to trust him. We need to get the job done," said Fisk bluntly. "Wesley, arrange a meeting with Mr Osborn and tell him it's urgent."

"Of course, sir," Wesley nodded. "What do you want to do with our men in lock-up?"

"Keep them there for the time being and let them wallow in their stupidity, but do arrange for their release."

"Why should we bother releasing them?" Tombstone questioned.

"Osborn may need some guinea pigs; those two are ideal candidates. Just ensure they're pointed in the right direction when the time comes."

"You got it, boss."

"I think that concludes with everything on the agenda."

Tombstone and Wesley nodded and left the room.