Years has passed by. The memories of that day haunted Peter's nightmares, but life moved on. By the time he reached high school, Peter had learned how to be invisible. Only few, he became friends with like his best friend Ned, who he bonded over Star Wars and Legos.
He wasn't unpopular type, exactly. He was just... there. A scrawny nerd kid with a camera who skated through the halls of Midtown High, unnoticed by most.
Except by Flash Thompson who made it his work to bully literally everyone with his dudes. His one of the favorite target being, Peter himself. Currently, he is bullying a junior with glasses like him. Crowd have gather around but none took any action against him.
Ned (MCU), on side slowly whispered to him about what actually happened. The girl had mistakenly bumped into flash with paint in a hurry. Hence she became his target. He was being harsh on her.
Ned no longer able to see her being bullied decided to go stop Flash. Even if Ned is same boat or list who is bullied by flash, he decided to help her deviate Flash's bullying onto him. But at the last moment, Peter stopped Ned and when up to Flash to stop him.
"Move it, Parker," Flash (TASM) sneered, shoving him against a locker. His entourage laughed.
Peter ( TASM +MCU) gritted his teeth, keeping his head down taking all the beating. He knew better than to fight back. Suddenly, a femine voice spoke halting Flash in his track. Looking back he saw her.
Then there was Liz Allan (MCU), his crush.
Top of the class, most popular girl, and way out of his league. She was one of the few people who treated him like a person rather than a shadow through that was clearly out of courtesy. This was the daily life of Peter Parker.
.....
One afternoon, while cleaning out the attic, Peter found an old leather briefcase buried under stacks of dusty boxes. The initials R.P. were engraved on the side.
His father's papers.
Inside, he found scientific documents, handwritten notes, and a tattered notebook filled with complex equations.
One name stood out, Dr. Curt Connors. ( TASM)
A scientist at PEGASUS. His father's former colleague if he remembered properly. He dashed to his only computer to look for more details. The results showed on the screen.
Peter knew where he had to go.
So now here he was adjusting his glasses and pushing through the bustling crowd of the International Science Expo.
Sneaking into Expo wasn't easy. Avoiding security cameras, slipping into a group of interns—he was improvising.
There, he saw a girl walking toward him. The girl was definitely beautiful with her blond hair tied in pony tail and charming eyes.
Gwen Stacy, was her name as she introduced herself. (TASM)
"What are you doing here?" she whispered.
"I—uh—I got lost," Peter stammered.
Gwen squinted at him but didn't push further. "Just don't touch anything. Stay with the group. Don't wander around."
Easier said than done.
As he made his way toward the Biotech exhibit, in order to find Dr Connors as mentioned in new article about his visit with many renowned scientists. Something caught his eye—a small, enclosed chamber where a genetically enhanced spider were being displayed.
Peter wandered into a room filled with such glass chambers, each containing thousands of genetically modified spiders. The spider, studied for medicines and infused with specific radiation by machines built from alien-tech recovered from a Chitauri invasion at NYC that happened two months ago, glowed faintly beneath the artificial lights. Most of Alien tech was recovered by Stark Industries and only scraps were used here.
One of them who had unknowingly escaped and landed on his hand when he wasn't looking .
Then, pain came.
A sharp sting on his hand made him jerk back. He winced, shaking his hand, but the spider had already vanished. He didn't think much of it at first. He had more pressing concerns—like following a certain cute blond intern girl and not being scolded by her for wandering off. But as time went on, it spread like wildfire through his veins, burning, twisting—he staggered, knocking over a cart before rushing out of Expo after giving a excuse, barely making it home before collapsing on the bed.
But that night, everything changed.
His body burned, his muscles twitched, and the world seemed to blur around him. Peter clutched his head and body as his DNA restructured itself. He felt like thousands of fire bullet ants were racing under his skin. He didn't know it yet, but his life would never be the same. No not anymore.