Marvel: Web of Spiders

(3rd Pov)

Stepping in, Curt reminded Peter of the mouse. "If you don't hurry, you'll have to sedate the mouse again."

"Ah! Right, sorry." Peter turned back to the mouse, picking up a syringe and carefully injecting its contents into its veins. Stepping back, he waited nervously while a hologram popped up, showing what was happening to the mouse.

We watched with bated breaths as the mouse's severed forelimb slowly began to bubble, growing skin at a much faster rate than ever seen in any living organism. While still actually slow, the skin around the wound began to grow out and encompass the mound, effectively beginning the work of regrowing the limb itself.

"This… This is amazing! We've never seen results like this in other testing!" Dr. Conners was elated at the progress he was seeing. "What did you change?"

"...I might have found something in one of Dad's old notebooks, a decay rate formula. I adjusted it to fit the project and it's been working better than I thought it would." Peter said hesitantly, glanding at me.

He was nervous about the spider project, for obvious reasons. We were proof that Oscorp could make soldiers by cross-species experimentation.

Clearing my throat, I spoke up. "If you ever need any help, I'm obviously willing to lend a hand, but I should get going. Mom said I need to get home early to prepare for school tomorrow." Curt nodded. "That's a good idea. Peter, why don't you pack up and lead Jayce out? I'll continue watching this and see how it turns out."

Peter nodded, eager to speak to me alone.

Soon, Peter and I were walking the streets of New York. Somehow, we managed to find ourselves in Times Square, surrounded by hundreds of people and massive floating ads. "I didn't know anyone else was gonna work at Oscorp?" He said, turning to me and breaking the silence.

"It was a surprise to me too- got an email a few days ago and took the job. I would have met you before, but I had to go somewhere."

'That reminds me that I used Peter as an excuse with my mom… Thankfully, I only told Oscorp that a friend needed my help.'

"So… What was all of that earlier?" Peter asked when we reached a more private part of the area, where no one would care enough to actually listen.

I looked at him like he was dumb. "I got bit by a spider."

Peter froze, processing what was going on. "That explains your strength…"

"Yeah it does, Spider-Man." I smirked, teasing my new friend.

Peter actually blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Listen, I didn't choose the name, okay?"

"But you did post it in the papers back when you worked at the Bugle." I laughed.

Peter sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "...Should we find somewhere a bit more private? Test out our differences?"

I nodded, tilting my head a bit. "I think I know a spot."

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An hour later, we found ourselves at an old building in Harlem. It was kind of run down, seeing that it hasn't been used in like ten years, but it's a good base for me and Peter to stash our stuff.

"This is my Dad's old building, back from when he worked with the government." That was a bit of a surprise that I learned from my memories. "He used to do some minor experiments using chemicals. After a mandatory experiment went bad, he was allowed to own the building at no cost. I don't know the details though."

Peter practically ran inside, looking around in amazement. "Woah! So we have this whole place to ourselves?"

When I nodded my head, I could have sworn that the smile on his face must have hurt. "That's great! Do you mind if I set up a base here? I'm tired of hiding around from Aunt May."

"Yeah, of course! That's why I brought us here in the first place." I told him. "And the best part? This is owned by the government, so the police have to be extra careful to step foot here."

That seemed to worry Peter. "Are you sure this is a good idea then? Won't they notice us?"

"Nah, they couldn't care less about this place. If they did, they would've taken it over years ago instead of letting it rot."

"Okay…so how do we start this thing?"

Sighing, I looked around the place for a bit. "...I guess we start with the hardest part: Cleaning."

Peter, who had paced himself onto the ceiling, froze mid step and lost his balance, plopping on the already cracked floor. "...Ouch."

(Ik it's short, but yall get a double anyways. Happy New Year!)