In Oscorp Laboratory, Dr. Connors is scratching his head looking for an answer for his serum. It was very messy with paper all over the place.
"No... this isn't right. The enzyme levels are off again." Dr. Connors muttered in frustration.
Suddenly, another scientist came into the room and he is quite eldery said "Dr. Connors"
"Yes, Dr Toomes" Dr. Connors said.
"I'm here to bring a bad news to you" Dr. Toomes said.
"What is it?" Dr. Connors asked.
"I overheard that your project would be pulled out if you didn't show any progress" Dr. Toomes said.
"What?" Dr. Connors walked up to Dr. Toomes and asked "Are you serious?"
"Yes" Dr. Toomes said.
"This can't be" Dr. Connors said as he walked away and putting his right on the back of his head "I'm right there. I'm close to perfecting the serum"
But then on Dr. Connors desk, his phone table began to ringing. Dr. Connors take the call and then he heard from the other side "Dr. Curt Connors head to my office"
The call hung up, and Dr. Connors put down the phone and holding his angers.
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During his Muay Thai training, Peter's instructor focused on conditioning his body, but no matter how hard the instructor pushed, Peter didn't react—no flinching, no sign of pain.
Frustrated but intrigued, the instructor gave it his all, only to see the same result. Eventually, he decided to shift focus and teach Peter how to fight effectively instead. Peter, ever the diligent learner, threw himself into the lessons with determination.
The week passed in a blur of school, homework, training, and working on his hero kit. Peter was also spending time with Jessica at his house on occasion, though her busy hero schedule meant she wasn't always around. What Jessica didn't know was that Peter was fully aware of her secret life as a hero.
By the end of the week, Peter had finished assembling his hero kit, but his Spider-Man suit still wasn't complete. It was a work in progress, and he felt the pressure to perfect it.
Now, Peter was sitting for the SAT, wrapping up the final stretch of his high school life. The test felt almost too easy for him—after all, he'd been absorbing all kinds of knowledge, pushing his mind as much as his body.
After finishing everything, Peter returned home to find Jessica waiting for him outside. She ran up to him and asked, "Are you done?"
"Yeah," Peter replied with a smile.
Walking side by side, Jessica glanced at him and asked, "How was it?"
"Easy," Peter said confidently.
"I'm jealous seeing you this confident," Jessica admitted.
"I can teach you if you want," Peter offered.
"Really?" Jessica's eyes lit up.
"Why are you surprised?" Peter asked, amused.
"I thought you stopped tutoring. I haven't seen you teach anyone lately," Jessica said.
Peter gently ruffled her hair. "We can start now if you want."
Jessica hesitated for a moment before replying, "...I'm a bit busy today."
"Then we'll do it later," Peter said, noticing Uncle Ben's car parked on the nearby curb.
Before parting, Peter kissed her head. "See you later."
"Yeah, you too," Jessica said with a smile, watching him walk away.
As Peter got into Uncle Ben's car and it drove away, Jessica's expression shifted, growing serious. She glanced around before quickly jogging to a secluded spot where no one could see her.
There, she changed into her superhero suit—a new one, since her previous outfit had been torn apart in her last battle.
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Taking a deep breath, she launched into the sky, flying over the city as she began her hero routine.
Meanwhile, Peter and Uncle Ben were on their way to a scrapyard in Manhattan.
"Why are we heading here, exactly?" Uncle Ben asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you said I'm not grounded anymore," Peter replied with a smirk. "I was planning to head there alone, but you insisted on giving me a ride."
"Stop dodging the question and just tell me," Uncle Ben said, his tone more pointed.
Peter chuckled. "Alright, alright. I want to see if there's any scrapped tech from Stark Industries or other big tech companies."
Uncle Ben glanced at him. "And why would you need that?"
"I'm curious about how they build their stuff," Peter explained casually. "Figured I'd study it and maybe try to recreate it myself."
Uncle Ben stared at him, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how nonchalantly Peter had just admitted something so ambitious. "You say that like it's the easiest thing in the world," he muttered, shaking his head.
After a 40-minute drive, they finally arrived at the scrapyard. Before stepping out, Peter donned a full hazmat suit he'd bought earlier, just in case of potential radiation or hazardous materials.
Uncle Ben stayed in the car, observing how meticulously Peter had prepared for this.
Peter walked into the scrapyard and spoke briefly with the owner before starting his search. As he wandered through the heaps of discarded machinery, he was stunned by what he found—alien tech, obscure devices, and remnants of high-tech equipment that seemed like they belonged in a science fiction movie.
'I can't believe this stuff is just sitting here,' Peter thought, marveling at the abundance of advanced scrap.
He carefully examined each piece of broken tech, mentally mapping out which ones he could theoretically repair or reverse-engineer. One by one, he loaded his discoveries onto a trolley, taking his time to sort through the treasures. The process took him about an hour as he carefully selected what he needed for now.
When he was done, Peter paid the scrapyard owner. "If you ever get more of this kind of tech, give me a call," Peter said.
"Sure thing, bro," the owner replied, grinning as they exchanged a fist bump.
Peter loaded the scrap into the car's trunk and removed the hazmat suit before climbing back into the passenger seat.
"Alright, let's head back," Peter said with a satisfied smile.
Uncle Ben shook his head, chuckling. "You really are something else, kid."
With that, they drove home. Once they arrived, Peter put the hazmat suit back on and began unloading the scrap he had bought, carefully placing it on the ground. He meticulously cleaned each piece to ensure there were no contaminants, even taking the time to clean out the trunk of Uncle Ben's car.
After everything dried, Peter sat down and began examining the tech. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he analyzed each piece, jotting down notes and sketching potential designs.
He studied the materials, theorizing their composition and function, his mind racing through endless possibilities.
Peter tapped his fingers on the desk, his gaze fixed on the scattered scraps before him.
"This is some kind of energy source... but how does it even work?" he muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion as he examined the damaged piece.