Despite the spider being genetically modified, it was surprisingly easy to capture.
And no, it wasn't easy because of some superhuman speed I possess or because I could grab it with unnatural reflexes. No, it was easy because the scientists who created this modified spider were very smart.
They were smart enough to confine it in a 2.5-foot box (around 76 centimeters). The box was made of four to six layers of bulletproof glass, with a steel plate at the top that was 6 centimeters thick. The plate had small holes drilled into it, allowing the spider to breathe.
Clearly, they knew what kind of monster they were trying to create and what it might be capable of.
Just take a look at the spider inside that box—its fangs were like small daggers, and we can't ignore its sheer size.
Normally, in the wild, a giant huntsman spider can reach up to 1 foot (30 centimeters) in size. But the creature in the box? It was nearly twice that size, barely fitting inside its bulletproof glass prison.
A 2-foot spider sounds like something ripped straight out of a nightmare.
It's insane to think that humans are capable of creating these things. But hey, that's the Marvel universe for you.
Enough of being amazed—I needed to act before someone saw me, so let's get to work.
After searching through the lab for a while, I gathered some biological reagents and took the spider confinement with me as I navigated the building, all while avoiding the surveillance systems and guards with the help of my see through glasses.
"Why didn't you just use the air ducts as you did before?" you might ask.
Well, there are two reasons. First, the spider confinement wouldn't fit in the air ducts. And second, I wanted to "borrow" some research papers related to a specific device.
I needed those papers because they could give me not only new knowledge about the technology that is utilized behind to make this device possible, but, also for the possibility of building my own version. This new version wouldn't just give me enhanced mobility—it would also be crucial for my future researchs.
And what device is that, you ask?
Just some mechanical, extendable arms created by a scientist with a serious inferiority complex—Dr. Otto Gunther Octavius.
People might know him better as Dr. Octopus, but that's a name he'll earn later when he turns into a villain.
For now, he's just a scientist with a inferiority complex, working under Norman Osborn.
So, let's just call him Dr. Otto.
After dodging surveillance and guards for a while, I finally reached his lab.
I hacked the smart lock on the door and quickly slipped inside, closing it quietly behind me—silent as a falling feather.
I sighed in relief as I noticed the shadow of a security guard passing by the corner of the hall.
He walked right past the lab's door and disappeared into another hallway.
That was a close one, if he'd seen or heard me, he probably would've alerted all the other guards.
Now all I had to do was grab Dr. Otto's research and slip out before anyone could even notice that I was here.
Or so I thought.
As I turned to face the lab, I froze. Standing there, staring right at me, was someone I didn't want to see.
"Who the hell are you!?" he shouted.
Well... that someone was Dr. Otto...