Peter Parker - The Spectacular Spider-Man

[Matt Murdock]

Today or tomorrow.

 

[hpwiz89]

Looking foward to it! t:

 

[ironman29758]

what does OU mean

 

[Byrd Man]

what does OU mean

One Universe RPG. It's an RPG down in the basement, DC and Marvel in the same world.

 

[Saved]

Damn. I was hoping my version would be the whiney kid. Oh well.

Why would you intentionally want him to be whiney?

 

[Saved]

You would get a picture months, if not a year, old. Congratulations.

 

[Byrd Man]

You would get a picture months, if not a year, old. Congratulations.

Doesn't change the fact that you epically failed. So...

 

[Saved]

Doesn't change the fact that you epically failed. So...

Using my own gif against me... You shall pay!

 

[hpwiz89]

Hey guys calm down!

 

[Byrd Man]

Hey guys calm down!

**** you and the horse you rode in on!!!!

 

[hpwiz89]

**** you and the horse you rode in on!!!!

LMAO!

 

[Matt Murdock]

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CHAPTER III

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Peter stood in the parking lot, a dorky grin on his face. Gwen Stacy had kissed him!

Him!

Even if it was a meaningless, "we're great friends" sort of kiss, he didn't care, because he was going to the dance with Gwen Stacy.

Harry Osborn, Peter's best, and only, friend pulled up next to him in a green SUV.

"Hey, pal. Ready to head over to my place?"

Peter nodded enthusiastically.

Harry opened the trunk with a switch on the driver's door, and Peter tossed his backpack inside.

Hopping into the passenger seat, Peter grinned at Harry, dying for him to ask why his friend was so happy.

"Alright, buddy." Harry said, shifting the car into gear, "I'll bite."

He turned the radio down and glanced at Peter as they made their way out of the parking lot.

"Why so excited?"

Peter fidgeted with his friend's sound system, adjusting the bass and treble.

"Gwen kissed me!" He finally blurted out.

Harry grinned at the wheel.

"Alright, man! That's great." Said Osborn, pulling down a crowded Queens street.

"Yeah! Yeah." Peter rambled. "We're going to the dance together this Saturday night and I think we might go to dinner before, or maybe after, and then we might go to her house!"

"Congrats, dude. I'm stoked for you."

"Me too! Me too." Harry was driving, Peter could see, and wasn't too concerned with his success with a girl. So, he decided, it would be best for the two of them to change the subject.

"Man," he said, "this is going to be such a great week. I mean, today, Gwen kisses me. Then, tomorrow, it's the big trip to your dad's lab. And, a couple of days after that, it's the dance."

Harry nodded, only somewhat enthused.

"Yup... Field trip tomorrow. Oughta be blast." Harry sneered.

"Things still not going so well between you and your pop?" Peter asked, opening the glovebox and closing it over and over again.

"Still? Still. Things never go well with me and my dad, Pete. I mean, nothing I do is ever good enough for him. He gets aggravated at everything I do, everything I say. Sometimes, he's just pissed off... for no good reason."

Harry glanced at Peter, who didn't really know what to say.

"Sorry for putting that on you, buddy. I don't... ugh. I just don't get many places to talk about it, you know?"

At times, Peter could sympathize with his best friend. Peter couldn't turn to anyone in school, except for a few people, while Harry couldn't talk to anyone at home. Harry wasn't exactly popular, to be sure, but he wasn't bullied.

"I hear ya, Harry. Loud and clear." Peter said, smiling sheepishly.

"Hey, how about some tunes?" asked Osborn, lightening the mood.

"Sure."

Harry clicked the radio on, only to hear a breaking news bulletin.

"-- apparently, a bank robbery taking place was foiled earlier today by the armored hero, Iron Man. Still working as the bodyguard of Tony Stark, Iron Man made no comments after foiling the midtown heist today bu--"

"Ugh, no thanks." Said Harry, as he changed the radio station. "I've had it with all these costumed freaks. They need to learn to mind their own business."

Peter nodded.

"I dunno. Something about it seems sort of... exhilarating to me." Peter remarked. "I dunno if it's 'cause of what Flash does to me, or whatever, but the idea of throwing on a mask and becoming an entirely new person just... just seems great to me."

Harry plugged his MP3 player into the car.

"Sometimes I wish my dad would just turn into an entirely new person." He said, jokingly.

The pair laughed for a few minutes, as Harry pulled into his estate, just next to the shore of Queens.

"Well, here we are." Harry said. "Home, sweet home."

"Man, Harry. I'd kill to have a place like this."

Peter got out of the car and snatched his backpack, staring up at the mansion.

"This place is insane."

The two entered the house through the door in the garage, and Harry called out for his father.

"Dad! Dad? You home?"

The young man's voice echoed throughout the house.

"Guess he's not around."

Harry tossed his bag onto a leather couch and led Peter upstairs to the gameroom. "You up for a round of Halo?" He asked.

Peter nodded, not having an X-Box, and the two soon started playing.

Hours passed, bottles of soda were emptied, and the two shared some stories before they heard the door downstairs slam closed.

"KILLING SPR--" The character on the TV said, before Harry shut the console off.

"Well... Looks like Stormin' Norman is finally home."

He headed down the stairs, with Peter close behind.

"Dad?" Harry called. "Issat you?"

The pair stumbled into the kitchen, where they saw Norman Osborn pouring himself a glass of scotch, glaring out at the sea through a window.

"...Dad?" Harry asked nervously.

After a long drink, Osborn finally spoke.

"Hello, Harry." He nodded at Peter. "Good to see you again, Peter."

"Mr. Osborn." Peter said, not wanting to say anything that might make Norman more tense than he obviously was already.

"Is everything okay, Dad?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair.

"No, Harry. Everything is not okay." Norman said, finishing his drink and pouring himself another. "I had to fire your Uncle Mendel today."

Uncle Mendel? Peter thought to himself. Harry had never mentioned having an uncle before.

"Mr. Stromm?" Harry asked. "Why? What'd he do?"

Peter deduced, rather, concluded, that the 'Uncle' title must've been because of this Stromm guy's closeness to the family.

"He took money from the company." Norman said matter-of-factly. "The legal department calls it 'embezzlement.' He called it 'borrowing.'"

Norman took a long, hard drink, finishing the glass in a single mouthful.

"I offered him the choice of leaving on his own, or staying and taking his chances with the police."

"Man, Dad." Harry muttered, his tone showing genuine sympathy. "I'm sorry."

"I'll recover. The company will recover. Stromm has been dealt with." Norman placed the glass in the sink and stared at it for a second. "Tell your friend to go home. I'm going to be sorting through Mendel's files this evening."

Harry slouched and turned to Peter.

"C'mon, Pete. I'll give you a ride home."

Parker nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Thanks for having me, Mr. Osborn." He said, before leaving.

The scientist didn't respond.

 

[Matt Murdock]

In all honesty, I'd really, really like to put up the next part today.

 

[Bren]

In all honesty, I'd really, really like to put up the next part today.

Hell don't let us stop you, I've finished your latest post and am waiting excitedly for the next!!!

 

[hpwiz89]

I can see that Harry isn't going to like Spider-Man since he doesn't like other heroes like Iron Man.

 

[Matt Murdock]

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CHAPTER IV

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Norman Osborn poured over every piece of paper from Mendel Stromm's papers. Countless formulas, theories, and diagrams were sketched all over each and every sheet. One thing in particular had caught Norman's interest.

Stromm had created a very basic formula for physical enhancement. It was very much in it's preliminary stages but, simply put, it was brilliant.

"Incredible." Norman said quietly. He glanced at the clock on his wall.

7:22 AM.

He had stayed up all night, pouring through Stromm's folders and documents, forgetting to sleep.

"Dad, were you up all night?" Harry asked, surprising his father.
"Yeah... Yes, I was." Norman muttered, standing up from his desk. He adjusted his tie which, only now, he realized he hadn't taken off.

"Well, I'm gonna head to school."

Neither Osborn said goodbye to the other. After all, they would be meeting again in a few hours.

Harry hopped into his car, and made his way to school.

Peter Parker was already there.

"I told you already, Flash." Peter said, "I haven't got any lunch money."

Flash Thompson slammed Peter's back into a row of lockers and gritted his teeth.

"Maybe I just like kickin' your ass, Parker." Flash growled, scowling.

Peter cringed as a fist slammed into his stomach.

"See ya 'round." Flash said, as he thrust Peter into the wall.

Peter felt his glasses fall off of his face and onto the ground.

"Dang it." He said, anxiously picking the up and wiping them off with his t-shirt.

As he gawkily shoved his glasses back onto his nose, he saw Gwen Stacy standing before him.

"Still getting into the same messes as usual, Pete." She said, smiling and tossing her bag into her locker.

"Yup..." He said, wearily. "Everyday it's the same thing."

"Well..." She chuckled, "Not the exact same."

Gwen laced her arm through his and led him to the courtyard of the school, where the science students were waiting for the bus.

"So, Peter. I've been thinking." She said, happily.

"Really? Don't hurt yourself."

She playfully punched his shoulder.

"I was thinking..." She said, more emphatically, "that this dance is sort of a 'couples-only' thing."

Peter hung his head and eased his arm away from hers.

"Oh." He said, sadly. "I get it... I'm sure you can find someone else to go with."

Gwen scoffed, placing her arm back through his.

"No, Peter. That's not what I meant." She leaned closer to him. "I was wondering if... maybe... you'd want to go as a couple. I guess?"

Peter arched an eyebrow.

"You mean... like... just for that night?" He asked cautiously.

"Wow, you really don't get much time with girls, do you, Pete?" She teased.

He shrugged.

"Pete, I think I'm asking you to be my boyfriend."

"You are?"

"I dunno. I haven't done this whole 'relationship' trend in a while."

"Gwen, I'm not sure. I mean, you're a cheerleader, I'm a nerd, you're a girl, and I'm a gawky teenage boy..."

"And I like you." She said, simply.

"Isn't the boy supposed to do this?" He asked.

"Usually that's how it goes."

"So..."

"So ask me."

"Okay. Gwendy, will you go out with me?"

Gwen laughed out loud.

"What?!" Peter cried, as they pushed through the cafeteria doors into the courtyard.

"I mean, Pete... C'mon Can't we be a bit more creative?"

Peter Parker had always thought that Gwendolyn Stacy was gorgeous. She was the daughter of a police chief, a cheerleader, and a straight-A student. Simply put, she was always out of his league.

Or, at least, that's what he thought.

"Well, Gwen." He began. "I've known you for a few years now. We've said 'hi' to each other in passing, we've shared some laughs, and, I think, we danced at a dance last month. But, Gwen, you've always been beautiful. You've always been smart. You've always been out of my league. But, I guess, I'll go out on a limb here and ask you if you'd ever... in a million years... be my girlfriend."

She smiled.

"That's better."

Gwen leaned over and kissed Peter's cheek quietly.

"Is that a yes?"

His girlfriend nodded quietly.

The buses pulled up loudly and, hot on their trail, Harry Osborn's truck roared into the parking lot.

He tumbled out of the car and sprinted up next to Peter, who now had his arm around Gwen.

At last, Parker was finally starting to be somewhat 'comfortable' around his friends.

"You almost missed a field trip to your own father's company." He said, as Harry held himself up by his knees, panting heavily. "Really? Really?"

Harry smirked after he caught his breath.

"I guess you two have finally decided to tie the knot." He said happily, a wry smile on his face.

"In a manner of speaking." Gwen chirped, putting her arm around Peter's back.

"Well, now I feel like the third wheel."

Harry threw his arms up into the air as Gwen and Peter smiled at each other.

"Young love!" He bellowed as the trio got on the bus.

The bus ride was short, and full of bumps, but, after twenty minutes, everyone stepped into Oscorp's lobby unscathed.

"Midtown high juniors, we're guests here. That means that we won't be acting like children, and we won't have any disciplinary issues."

Adjusting his blazer, their teacher issued a final warning to the class as a whole.

"I've been coming here for years, each time learning something new. I don't want pointless chatter to ruin my fun. So, the first person who talks will fail this course." He glared at the group over the brim of his glasses. "I kid you not."

From a stairwell leading to an upper level of the facility, Norman Osborn came into view.

"Hello, students." Norman Osborn said happily. "It's always a pleasure to have some budding young scientists in my midsts."

He led the class through a massive set of doors.

"Now, as many of you know, OsCorp Industries isn't just a cooped up laboratory. We're currently working jointly with a military scientist to create the next generation of weaponry."

He opened the door to a huge test chamber, where scientists were flitting about in their white labcoats, being ordered around by a man in a white button-down shirt.

"He's one of the greatest scientific minds we have today, and he's been working on Gamma breakthroughs for years."

The man in the button down shirt stood next to Osborn and greeted the class.

"This is Doctor Bruce Banner." The proud Norman said.

"Hello, everyone." He said, dryly.

"Now, Doctor Banner, I think you have some test subjects that you're going to show everyone?"

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"Ah," The scientist replied. "yes. Right this way, everyone."

The group collectively moved to a larger door, where Banner slid his access card through a reader.

"Who is that guy?" Gwen whispered to Peter.

"Doctor Bruce Banner. Really smart guy. Works for some super-secret government agency that nobody knows anything about. Internet-buzz says that he's working on the next super-soldier. The second generation of Captain America. Other people say that it's the newest incarnation of the atomic bomb, only this time he's using Gamma radiation as the core." Peter whispered back.

Gwen stopped dead in her tracks.

"Wait..." She hissed. "You know about internet buzz about nuclear physicist Doctor Gobbildy-Gook, but you don't text message?"

Peter chuckled aloud, receiving a stern glare from his teacher, making him stop promptly.

As they entered another bright room, the class saw case after case of species of animals.

Peter heard chimps cry, birds chirp, and snakes hiss. Sliding his camera out of his pocket, he snapped a few pictures of the wall of bugs and noticed something strange.

One of the cases was empty, labeled "Arachnid: Maevia inclemens."

Banner was in the middle of a lecture, as Peter frantically glanced at the floor and at the tanks.

"...Any questions?" Banner asked the less-than-enthused group of teenagers.

"Doctor Banner?" Peter said after a few seconds, raising his hand.

"Yes, you in the back there." Bruce said, thrilled that at last someone was showing some interest and initiative.

"What have these animals and creatures been exposed to, exactly?"

Banner shifted in front of the group.

"Well, their blood has been drawn and has then been bombarded with varying levels of Gamma rays. By using the blood as, basically, a transmitter for the radiation, we can see what effects it has on the body in different quantities."

Peter nodded.

That really cleared it up for me. He thought.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Anytime." He said, smiling. "Anything else?"

Nobody moved at all; nobody was interested.

After twenty minutes in OsCorps' junior scientist training center, Peter had forgotten all about the spider that was missing.

"Peter." Gwen said, "These things are made for seven year olds."

He looked up at her and smiled.

"Besides, the class is already leaving."

"Alright, Gwendy." He said, pushing himself to his feet and holding her hand. "Let's go."

"Thank you, Gwen!" Harry said, catching up with the pair. "Finally someone is this guy's voice of reason."

The kids piled onto the bus and sat quietly for the fifteen minute ride back to Midtown High.

Gwen rested her head on Peter's shoulder, who looked up and grinned at Harry. Osborn just glanced at the floor, chuckling.

His best bud was in love.

After the trip, Gwen walked Peter to the library and stood with him outside.

"If I call you," She began, "Will you pick up?"

"I'll see what I can do." He said, smiling and placing his hands on her shoulders.

The pair leaned in close to each other and kissed quietly.

"I am really glad I asked you out." He said, after they kissed.

She knocked on his head with her knuckles and laughed.

"You are so dorky."

"You wouldn't like me if I wasn't."

She nodded and put a hand on her hip.

"That's probably true." She turned and started walking away. "Goodnight, Mr. Parker."

"Goodnight, Ms. Stacy." He called, a satisfied smile on his face.

Peter tossed his bag on the sidewalk and dropped into a bench outside of the library. The sun was setting and Queens was quieting down.

He pulled open his bag and reached inside, looking for his phone, which was turned off.

"Oh, c'mon!" He wailed.

He pulled his hand out and stared at his empty palm. To his horror, a spider crawled out of his sleeve.

"AGH!" He cried, trying to shake it off.

The spider reared it's head back, and punctured Peter's skin with its fangs.

"Dammit!"

Peter brushed it off with a single, sweeping gesture and watched as it slammed into the pavement. It limped along quietly, until, after about a yard, coming to a stop and dying.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Maybe it's nothing. Peter thought, trying to comfort himself.

His stomach contracted and he felt vomit surge out of his mouth, flowing over his chin. He slumped out of the bench, clutching the curb in pain.

Okay, this... this is definitely not nothing!

Peter vomited again, clutching his stomach in agony.

Peter glanced at the spider a few inches away from him. Dead. He prayed that he wouldn't share its fate.

The feeling of nausea Peter had finally passed, and he was able to get to his feet. His muscles were weak, and he could barely stand. He took a single step into the street and collapsed under the strain.

What is happening to me? He asked himself.

His eyes suddenly burned, and he heard the sound of a horn blaring down the street.

His head pivoted and he saw two headlights surging towards him.

In a split-second, time itself seemed to slow down. The car racing towards him virtually stopped. It was as if the world had frozen.

Then, as soon as it had froze, the world came to life again. Peter, out of sheer instinct, pushed off of the road with all of his might. He soared through the air, and the car roared by, horn blaring. With an outstreched hand, Parker felt the wall of the library, and stuck to it, staring down at the road.

"Whoa." He said aloud, amazed.

This really is one hell of a week!

 

[Matt Murdock]

Edited the first page to keep people who haven't been keeping up informed.

 

[Spider-ManHero12]

Awesome story, Peter Parker!

 

[Andy C.]

Frakking awesome so far, man. Can't wait to see what happens next.

 

[ironman29758]

Great story so far. Is people like Doctor Otto Octavius and Henry Pym going to work for Oscorp too

 

[Matt Murdock]

Great story so far. Is people like Doctor Otto Octavius and Henry Pym going to work for Oscorp too

Doc Ock probably won't. I'd like to take him in a new direction.
Hank Pym certainly won't; he's got his own company.

Thanks for the kind words!

 

[ironman29758]

Doc Ock probably won't. I'd like to take him in a new direction.
Hank Pym certainly won't; he's got his own company.

Thanks for the kind words!

you're welcome. if you know i'm also making a spider-man fan fic too where peter got his powers as a freshman and his cast are in a either high school students or staff members

if you want to work together we can

keep up the good work

 

[Matt Murdock]

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CHAPTER V

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Peter Parker was hunched over his toilet, vomiting. His stomach was tight, and every muscle in his body was flexed. It was agony. He glanced at the clock on the bathroom counter. The digital display only read out 11:34, but it felt so much later to Peter.

The door behind him creaked open.

"Hey, champ." His Uncle Ben said, patting his back calmly. "You want anything? Ginger ale, soda, anything?"

Vomit slipped out of the corner of Peter's mouth and he gritted his teeth.

"I'll be fine, Uncle Ben... thanks though." Peter said, feebly.

He spat out the remaining phlegm and bile in his mouth. He still didn't feel well at all, but he didn't want his Aunt and Uncle to worry about him any more than they absolutely had to.

He crawled into his bed; every muscle in his body ached, as if they were being peeled right off of his bones tendon by tendon. Parker's teeth chattered as he was over come by the chills and muscle tremors.

The young boy's breathing became labored and difficult. The blanket was wrapped tightly around his body as he shook and quaked. His veins bulged out of his skin, a thick sweat covering his body. He clutched the blanket in his palms as he tried his hardest to go to sleep. He coughed a few times, and felt the urge to vomit roaring to life again, but Peter forced it back.

He closed his eyes quietly and forced himself to go to sleep, convinced that was the only way to escape the pain.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Norman Osborn stared at a massive vault, filled with canister after canister of prototypes of Mendel Stromm's chemical enhancer.

Stromm's work was ingenius, brilliant. Osborn had devoted his time to nothing else for two days straight, and, so far, his work had only yielded one result.

"The metabolic inducers are far too volatile." He had muttered over and over to himself, again and again.

Norman held a glass of scotch in his hand. Typically, he wouldn't ever mix his drinking with his science. In recent days, however, with the sudden arrival of Stark Industries' newest product, some kind of "Iron Man," patrolling the city, and the upheaval of his friendship with Mendel Stromm, Norman had thrown caution to the wind.

He sipped from the glass again, finishing the drink completely.

"Let's get to work."

Norman approached a work-bench, holding a canister of the formula in his hand.

He quietly withdrew a syringe from a nearby cabinet and held the needle over the opened canister.

His hand was shaking, sweat was dripping from his brow.

Suddenly, the alcohol didn't seem like such a good idea.

Norman slammed the syringe onto the counter and ran the sleeve of his button down along his forehead.

He rolled up his sleeves and took off his watch, staring down at the green serum, as if it was beckoning him to try again.

The industrialist nodded to himself as he approached the table once more.

Syringe in hand, he steadied his breathing and blinked a few times.

Subtly, he pushed the plunger on the needle down and felt a drop of liquid fall out. His thumb jerked, and he felt the plunger go down even more. A steady stream of chemical flowed into the serum.

For a second, he was sure that nothing happened... that no reaction had occurred.

Then the chemical began to froth.

"Oh, no." Norman muttered.

Within a second, the glass had shattered and an explosion rocked the laboratory, filling it with toxic, green gas.

Norman heaved in a few breaths, coughing deeply, hacking up bile and tissue as the gas singed his throat.

The gas surged through the vents, and up through the entire facility, exploding violently as it rocked every part of OsCorp.

Bruce Banner, on the other end of the building, was working a late night when he felt the first tremor.

His lab assistant looked at him from the other end of the lab.

"Doctor Banner?" He asked, diverting his attention away from the charts on the clipboard in his hand.

"Get back, Rick. Get into the containment chamber." Banner said, motioning to a vault-like room at the back of the lab.

"Doc?" Jones asked, confused.

Banner glanced down the hallway and saw the doors of each lab blowing off of their hinges.

"NOW!" He cried, thrusting Rick into the back of the workspace.

Banner felt the glass between his lab and the next shatter as Rick Jones, his loyal assistant, clumsily tripped over his own feet into the containment chamber.

The gas burst through the vents in the rooftop, above Banner's head and met with two open containers of Gamma-irradiated tissue.

Banner's eyes thrust open, as an explosion rocked his lab.

BOOM!

He flew backwards, slamming into a steel wall.

"Argh!" He cried slumping to the ground and feeling his blood boil.

"Hurrraarggh!" Banner cried, as every muscle in his body rapidly expanded in mass. Something in the gaseous preformance enhancer had reacted with the Gamma-infused samples.

Banner's clothes tore off of his flesh as it gained a jade hue.

He had turned into something more than a man... something else entirely.

"RAARRGH!" The creature roared as it glanced around the lab. It's musculature was massive, virtually impossible.

It grunted before leaping through the demolished ceiling.

The smoke soon dissipated, and sirens rang in the distance as police and firefighters rushed to OsCorp, hoping to find survivors of the accident.

Norman Osborn blinked beneath a massive sheet of steel. He rolled his eyes a few times before thrusting the steel off of him with ease.

"I wonder what Doctor Stromm is doing this evening." He growled to himself, a manical cackle surging through the undertone of his voice.
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[chrisfishlock]

Brilliant!

one of the best fanfics ive ever read, i love it how your linking many characters and have have a great reimagining of the story.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Thanks a ton, man. That means a lot!