In Queens, a group of thugs sped through the streets in a stolen car while police cruisers chased them with sirens blaring. "Pull over!" an officer shouted through a megaphone. The driver only pushed the gas harder. Suddenly. A red-and-blue figure swung between buildings and landed directly on top of the speeding car. "Hey guys," the masked hero said casually, crouching on the roof. "You do realize you're breaking a lot of traffic laws." The thugs looked up in panic.
"Spider-Man!" Peter fired two webs from his shooters. THWIP! THWIP! He slammed both webs onto nearby lamp posts and yanked himself down onto the hood of the car. The impact forced the vehicle to skid to a screeching halt. "Looks like the web fluid is still holding out," Peter muttered proudly. Police cars quickly surrounded the thugs. Spider-Man saluted the officers. "My work here is done." Then he swung away before anyone could ask questions.
Peter's phone buzzed. He caught it mid-swing. "Hey, Harry?" "Peter, where are you?" Harry's voice said through the phone. "I'm at Mo's Diner waiting." Peter froze. "…Right." He slapped his forehead. "Sorry, Harry. That must've slipped my mind. I'll be there." He hung up and swung faster. A few minutes later Peter ran inside Mo's Diner. "Pete! Over here!" Harry waved from a booth. Peter slid into the seat. "Sorry I'm late," he said quickly. "Traffic was rough." Harry laughed.
"It's fine." He leaned forward excitedly. "Did you hear Cindy got into Baxter High School? That's amazing." Peter smiled faintly. "Yeah." He looked down at the table. "I just hope she's okay." Meanwhile at Oscorp Tower… Norman Osborn watched blurry security footage on a massive screen. One clip showed Cindy fighting Rhino. Another showed Spider-Man stopping the car thieves. Norman's eyes gleamed.
"I can't believe it evolved this much…" He zoomed in on Spider-Man. "If I can obtain even a sample of their blood… I can finally complete the G-Serum." Suddenly. His office doors burst open. Adrian Toomes stormed in. "Osborn!" His voice echoed through the room. "You think you can steal my ideas like you did with Octavius?!" He pointed angrily. "I won't let you get away with..." Norman calmly pressed a red button. Security guards rushed in. "With what?" Norman interrupted. He stood up slowly.
"Putting Oscorp technology to good use?" He smirked. "Let's be honest, Toomes. You haven't had a breakthrough in years." "The flight tech was developed at Oscorp," Norman continued coldly. "And it belongs to Oscorp." The guards grabbed Toomes. "You'll pay for this, Osborn!" Toomes shouted as they dragged him away. "You're a fraud! Just like the Osborn name!" Norman simply smiled. Later that evening… Peter walked into his house. May Parker stood in the living room shuffling papers.
"Oh, Peter," she said quickly. "I didn't expect you back so soon." She quickly hid something under a pile of papers. "Yeah," Peter said. "Harry had to leave early." "Well," May said, forcing a smile, "I was just about to make some pound cake." She walked into the kitchen. Peter slowly lifted the stack of papers she hid. His stomach sank. Past-due bills. Every single one of them. Peter sighed quietly. "Everything's overdue… "I need to find a way to help." He carefully put the papers back.
Later in the basement… Peter worked on his web fluid at his makeshift lab. "I definitely need a job," he muttered. He held up a cartridge. "If I want to keep making web fluid." The next morning Spider-Man swung through Queens. "Okay," Peter thought. "First school." He zipped past a building. "Then I find a job." Another swing. "Easy plan." He checked the time. "And look at that." He smiled proudly. "I'm actually going to be on time." Nearby, a black limousine drove through the city.
Inside sat Norman and Harry. "Harry," Norman said without looking up from his tablet, "I see you got a B in math." Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah… Pete's been tutoring me." Norman glanced at him. "Peter." He leaned back. "Perhaps you should invite him to the mansion again. You two haven't spent time there in a while." Harry shrugged. "Well… he's been busy." Norman raised an eyebrow. "Busy with what, exactly?" Suddenly. THUD.
Something heavy landed on the limousine roof. Metal began tearing apart. Harry looked up in terror. The roof was ripped open. "Norman!" a voice screamed. Adrian Toomes hovered above them in a massive mechanical wingsuit, metal feathers glinting in the sunlight. "You stole my work!" Norman's eyes widened. "Toomes?!" The mechanical wings grabbed Norman and lifted him into the air.
"Dad!" Harry screamed. High above the street, Toomes glared at Norman. "Well, Norman?!" he shouted. "Still think I never had a breakthrough?" He spread his metal wings proudly. "I built this right under your nose while you were too arrogant to notice!" Norman scowled. "Put me down, you old fool." Toomes smiled. "If you insist." He dropped him. Norman plummeted toward the street. Until a web suddenly caught him.
Spider-Man swung underneath and grabbed him. "Whoa!" Spider-Man slung Norman over his shoulder. "Here I am swinging around and I find someone else trying it too." Norman blinked. "Spider-Man?" Peter grinned under his mask. "Wow, a big corporate guy knows who I am." He swung between buildings. "I'd offer an autograph, but my hands are a little tied." Behind them, Toomes dove through the air.
"Who the hell are you?!" Toomes demanded. "Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!" Peter dodged a slicing wing. But Norman slipped from his grip. "Oh crap." Peter dove after him. He fired webs across two buildings, creating a giant net. Norman slammed into the webbing safely. Behind them. Toomes grabbed Spider-Man and slammed him against a wall. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" Toomes growled. Peter shrugged. "Saved Norman Osborn from becoming curbside pizza?"
Toomes slashed at him with his wing. The metal sliced through the building wall. Peter kicked Toomes away and leapt through a nearby window. "So what are you supposed to be?" Peter joked. "A chicken?" Toomes fired razor-sharp metal feathers. They chased Peter through the air. "Okay yeah those are definitely following me!" Peter screamed as he swung. A feather sliced through one of his web lines. Another cut across his suit. Blood trickled from a small cut. Peter fell and slammed onto a parked car before rolling off.
"Oof…" He rubbed his back. "I'm definitely going to feel that later." He looked up. Toomes was gone. "Great," Peter sighed. "There's a guy flying around in a chicken costume." He fired another web and swung away. Later at Midtown High School… Peter burst into the classroom. "I'm here!" Everyone stared at him. The teacher frowned. "Mr. Parker." Peter slowly realized something. Different students. Different class. "This is third period." The teacher crossed his arms. "You're in the wrong class." Peter sighed. "And meet me after school." Peter rubbed his face. "Of course…"
Back at Norman's mansion… Norman studied the footage from his limousine camera. It showed Toomes attacking. But Norman's focus wasn't on him. It was on Spider-Man. "So Toomes nearly perfected the flight technology…" Norman leaned closer to the screen. "But what's far more interesting…" He paused the video on Spider-Man. "…is you." Norman smiled slowly. "Peter Parker may represent the future of human evolution." His eyes gleamed.
"Even better than the Super-Soldier Serum." The door opened. Harry stepped inside. "Uh… Dad?" Norman didn't look away from the screen. "What is it, Harry? I'm very busy." Harry hesitated. "Mom found a movie she wanted to watch." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She was wondering if you'd join us." Norman finally spoke. "Harry, every second should be spent improving your grades." He didn't even turn around. "Not wasting time on something so trivial." Harry slowly closed the door. His fists clenched. "If you want greatness…" He walked down the hallway. "…then fine."
Inside an old, run-down apartment building, Adrian Toomes worked at a cluttered table covered in mechanical parts. His damaged wingsuit lay spread out in pieces. A news broadcast played on a small television nearby. Footage showed Spider-Man stopping criminals across the city. Adrian tightened a bolt on one of the metal wings. "Norman…" he muttered bitterly. Images of Norman Osborn appeared on the screen.
"I swear you'll pay for what you did." He slammed a metal plate into place. "And if that spider freak gets in my way again…" His eyes hardened. "It'll be the last time." The next day at Midtown High School… Peter walked down the hallway with Harry Osborn. "Peter, I'm telling you," Harry said, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "You need to socialize more." Peter raised an eyebrow.
"Especially with cute girls." Harry grinned. "I met this girl at a pizza place. She wants to hang out, but she's bringing her best friend." Peter groaned. "Harry, I don't know…" "Come on, Pete!" Harry pleaded. "I think I actually have a chance with this girl. She goes to a Catholic school she's been surrounded by nothing but girls her whole life." Peter sighed. "Harry…" "Please?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck.
"Okay, okay, fine." Harry lit up. "But you owe me," Peter added. "Yes!" Harry said, fist-bumping him. "Pete, you're the best." Later that afternoon, Peter ran down a street toward a pizza shop. "Finally got an interview," he muttered nervously. "I can't mess this up." He stopped suddenly. Police sirens echoed through the street as patrol cars chased a speeding van. Peter sighed. "…Of course." He ducked into an alley to change. A little later, Peter entered the pizza shop.
The manager looked up. "Sorry, Mr. Parker. We've decided to go with someone else." Peter forced a smile. "Yeah… sure." He walked back outside. At another restaurant… "Well, you seem like a good candidate." Suddenly fire trucks sped past the window. Peter froze. "Uh… I think I forgot something outside," he said quickly. "I'll be right back." He ran out the door. Later… Peter returned. The manager shook his head.
"Sorry, Peter. We went with the second candidate." Peter sighed. Over the next few hours he attended four more interviews. Each one ended the same way. A robbery. A fire. A crime. And Spider-Man had to respond. By sunset, Peter sat on the edge of a rooftop with his mask half pulled up. He scrolled through his phone. "Well," he muttered. "Today has been a complete bust." His phone buzzed. A text from Harry appeared.
Harry: Pete meet us at the movies. Like right now please. Peter pulled his mask back on. "Okay, Parker," he said to himself, standing up. "You've got this." He fired a web and swung forward. "Just don't embarrass yourself." He paused mid-swing. "…Like talking to yourself out loud." Suddenly he noticed something flying toward Oscorp Tower. "…Oh no." Inside Oscorp, Curt Connors stood beside Norman Osborn.
"Sir," Connors said, adjusting his glasses. "We've completed all the work for the G-Serum." Norman leaned back in his chair. "We're just missing one key component," Connors added. Norman waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that, Connors." "Just have it ready in my office by the end of the day." Connors frowned. "Mr. Osborn, without the final component the serum will be unstable. The side effects could be." CRASH! The window exploded inward.
Adrian Toomes flew into the office in full armor. "This is your end, Osborn!" He dove forward. THWIP! Two webs shot across the room, slamming him against the wall. Spider-Man swung through the shattered window. "Hey, featherhead," he quipped. "Didn't your parents ever teach you to knock before making a villain entrance?" Norman watched silently… smiling. Toomes ripped himself free and shot toward Spider-Man. He grabbed him and rocketed into the sky.
"This time you won't get in my way, insect!" "Actually," Spider-Man replied casually, "that's a common misconception." He shot a web into Toomes' face. "Spiders are arachnids." He broke free while falling. Peter fired another web and swung toward a nearby building. Toomes chased him, launching razor-sharp metal feathers. "Okay!" Spider-Man shouted while dodging. "I'm really starting to hate those things!" He flipped through the air, landing against a building wall.
The feathers slammed into the concrete behind him. Peter backflipped off the wall and landed on Toomes' back. "Whoa!" he laughed. "Feathers!" He held on tightly. "What kind of ride is this? Definitely three stars!" "Get off me!" Toomes roared. Peter punched the mechanical control unit on the suit. Sparks exploded. "What have you done?!" Toomes shouted. The wings malfunctioned. Both of them began falling. Spider-Man quickly fired a web and swung forward, trapping Toomes between his legs as he swung across the skyline.
On the roof of a police station, a group of officers watched the chaos. A tired woman smoked a cigarette. "Captain," one officer said nervously, "these new heroes keep showing up. That means more paperwork and more trouble." The woman sighed. "Yeah," she said. "But it's not like we can fight mutants or alien invasions ourselves." The officer nodded. "Captain Watanabe…" Suddenly Spider-Man swung toward them. "Hey!" He dropped Toomes in front of them. "I caught the loose chicken!" Then he swung away.
Spider-Man landed on a nearby rooftop. "Whew," Peter sighed. "That was exhausting." Then he checked his phone. His eyes widened. "Oh crap." "I'm late." At the movie theater, Peter ran up the steps. Harry stood outside alone. "There you are," Harry said coldly. "Too bad you missed the humiliation." Peter froze. "Harry." "I invited you because I thought we were friends," Harry continued. "But you stood me up." He turned and climbed into the limousine. "Wait, Harry!" Peter called. But the car drove away. Peter stood there helplessly. "Wow," a voice said behind him.
Peter turned. A brown haired girl stood nearby with her arms crossed. "That was pretty lame." Peter blinked. "Standing up your best friend," she continued. "He was making all kinds of excuses for you. Talking you up." She rolled her eyes. "But he forgot to mention the part where you're unreliable." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "…So you're the friend?" She nodded. "Yeah." "I'm Anya Corazon." She started walking away. "And it'll probably be the last time we ever speak, Peter." Peter sighed as she disappeared into the crowd. "Great," he muttered. "Another perfect day for Peter Parker."
Later that night, Norman was laying in a sterile hospital bed inside a private, sanitized room in his mansion. Machines beeped softly beside him. A doctor stood nearby, studying a clipboard. "Mr. Osborn," the doctor said carefully, "I'm afraid the disease has begun attacking your brain and heart." Norman stared at the ceiling, expression unreadable. "There's nothing modern medicine can do," the doctor continued gently. "You should start making arrangements with your family." Norman slowly turned his head. "Thank you, doctor," he said calmly. "You may leave." The doctor nodded and quietly exited the room. The moment the door shut, Norman sat up. He walked toward a large bookshelf across the room.
Pulling a specific book from the shelf triggered a hidden mechanism. The shelf slid open, revealing a secret tunnel. Norman stepped inside. At the end of the passage was a hidden laboratory filled with advanced Oscorp technology. He walked to a drawer and opened it. Cold fog poured out. Inside rested a glass tube filled with glowing green liquid. A label wrapped around it: G-SERUM. Norman's eyes gleamed. "I will not die from some disease," he whispered. He picked up the vial. "If I need Parker's blood… or Moon's…" He clenched the tube. "…then I'll simply take it." Suddenly. A sharp pain exploded through his chest.
Norman staggered. His vision blurred. "N-no…" He collapsed against the table. The pain intensified. Desperate, Norman grabbed the syringe and injected the glowing liquid into his arm. His veins instantly turned bright green. Norman screamed as the serum coursed through his body. The next day at Midtown High School… Peter Parker walked down the hallway beside Harry Osborn. "Look, Harry," Peter said awkwardly. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I really was on my way, but..." Harry sighed. "Peter… you're Peter Parker." Peter blinked.
"Look, I'm sorry too," Harry continued. "It wasn't really about you." He looked away. "Something happened at home. I just took it out on you." Peter smiled slightly. "So… we cool?" He held out his fist. Harry bumped it. "Yeah." Peter tilted his head. "What's going on at home?" Harry shrugged. "The usual. My dad telling me I'm not good enough." He sighed."That's why I'm thinking about joining the football team." Peter raised an eyebrow. "You should join too." Peter laughed nervously. "Nah. I already get pummeled by the football team enough."
Suddenly the sense buzzed. "What? At school?" His eyes widened. That only means." THUD! A football slammed into the side of his head. Peter dramatically fell to the floor. "Sorry, Parker!" Flash Thompson called out. "I needed to practice my throw before tryouts!" He laughed as he and Kong walked away. "I heard Osborn is trying out for the team," Kong said. Flash smirked. "Good. I'll need another tackling dummy." They both laughed. Peter rubbed his head.
Then he stood up. "You know what?" Harry looked confused. "I might join after all." Later that afternoon, the football field buzzed with activity. Peter stood on the track wearing a football uniform. The coach blew his whistle. "Alright!" he shouted. "I'm only accepting three players. Show me what you've got!" Flash leaned toward Lonnie Lincoln. "Relax," he whispered. "You're definitely making the team." Lonnie nodded confidently. First came the catching drill.
Peter stepped forward. Flash threw the ball at him harder than necessary. The football spun through the air like a rocket. Peter almost dropped it. But his spider stickiness subtly helped him hold on. He caught it perfectly. Flash frowned. Harry stepped up next. He caught his pass easily. Next came the running drill. Peter grabbed the football and sprinted forward. Several players rushed to tackle him. Peter leapt. He soared over them effortlessly and landed in the end zone. Touchdown. The players stared.
After practice, everyone lined up in front of the coach. "You all did well," the coach said. "But tomorrow is the final evaluation." He pointed."Peter Parker. Harry Osborn.Lonnie Lincoln." "I'll see you three tomorrow." "The rest of you can try again next season." Flash scowled. "I can't believe the geek made it." He shook his head. "Beginner's luck." Harry slapped Peter on the shoulder. "Whoa, Pete!" "Where did that come from? That was awesome!" Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah…"
Meanwhile at the Osborn mansion Norman slowly rose from the floor of his secret lab. "Hm." He flexed his hand. "Did it work?" He touched his chest. The pain was gone. "I feel… stronger." Norman checked his watch. It was already afternoon. Upstairs in the mansion's massive kitchen, a woman sat alone at the table eating. "Meil," she asked the maid, "have you seen Norman?" The maid shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Osborn. I haven't."
"I'm right here, Emily." Norman walked into the room wearing a perfectly pressed suit. Emily looked surprised. "Where were you? You didn't come to bed." Norman casually picked up the newspaper. "Just burning the late-night oil." He flipped a page. "Did Harry already leave for school?" Emily sighed. "Yes." She set down her fork. "He shouldn't be missing school like that. And I heard what you said to him yesterday." Norman didn't look up from the paper. "He's trying his best to impress you," she continued. "He's even trying out for the football team." Norman simply turned another page. "I'll be staying at the office tonight," he said flatly. Then he walked out of the room. Emily sat there silently.
Rain poured across the rooftops of Queens. Peter Parker swung through the storm in full costume, lightning flashing across the skyline. "I probably went too hard during the tryouts," he thought as he swung past a water tower. "But someone had to show up Flash." He landed on the side of his apartment building and quietly climbed through his bedroom window. Peter pulled off his mask and glanced at the framed photo on his desk. A picture of Ben Parker smiled back at him. Peter sighed.
"I know, Uncle Ben," he said softly. "I shouldn't be using my powers like that." He changed back into regular clothes. Across the city inside Oscorp Tower, Norman Osborn sat in his office, sweating heavily. He loosened his tie. "Get someone to fix the air conditioning," Norman snapped to his secretary. "It feels like I'm sitting inside a volcano." The secretary looked confused. The thermostat already read full cold.
"Right away, Mr. Osborn," she said carefully. "Also, someone is here to see you. His name is Wilson Fisk." Norman leaned back in his chair. "Send him in." Moments later, the enormous figure of Wilson Fisk stepped into the office. Norman smirked. "Fisk. This is an unexpected surprise." He folded his hands. "You usually stay in your private penthouse… or should I say your little safe place for someone who hates the public."
Fisk's voice remained calm but threatening. "I heard Oscorp has been making enemies lately." He stepped closer. "Adrian Toomes… and you fired Otto Octavius." Norman shrugged. "If you're worried, Adrian is currently in prison thanks to a new hero." He tapped his computer. "And Otto has disappeared." Then he pulled up a video of Rhino destroying cars. "I suspect Otto created this creature while working on a similar project for me."
Fisk narrowed his eyes. "Norman… you remember our agreement." His tone carried a quiet threat. Norman leaned forward. "I do." "That's why I'm already handling it." Then his voice deepened slightly. "And Fisk…" He pointed toward the door. "Next time, schedule an appointment before walking into my office." Fisk studied him for a moment. Then silently turned and left. The door shut. Immediately Norman collapsed to the floor, gasping. His breathing grew ragged.
His fingernails began growing longer… sharper. "J… Jess…" he tried to call to his secretary. But the pain crushed his voice. His skin slowly turned green. His eyes glowed yellow. Back in Queens, Peter sat on his bed talking on the phone. "Tomorrow is going to change our social status," Harry Osborn said excitedly. Peter chuckled. "You mean your social status." "I'm actually thinking about not joining the team." Harry groaned. "Come on, Pete. Football equals popularity." Peter shrugged.
"You already get girls, Harry. Your social status isn't changing much." Harry laughed. "Fine. Go hang out with science girls then." He paused. "You and that Anya Corazon girl seem to have a lot in common." Peter opened his mouth to respond. The sense exploded. Peter dropped his phone. The window behind him shattered. A massive arm burst through the glass and grabbed him. "WHAT." Peter was thrown across the room and crashed into a parked car outside. He groaned.
"What the hell was that?" He quickly tore off his clothes, revealing his Spider-Man suit underneath, and pulled on his mask. The monster charged. Peter flipped backward as the creature's punch shattered the pavement. "Whoa! Easy there, big guy!" Peter fired webs, wrapping the creature up. The monster stepped forward through the streetlight. It was enormous. A towering reptilian creature over ten feet tall, covered in thick green scales, with horns and bony spikes. Peter's eyes widened.
The monster spoke. "Parker." Peter froze. "How do you know." The creature grabbed a car and hurled it. Peter swung upward to dodge, then dropped down and punched the creature in the face. The monster didn't move. Instead, it punched Peter into a lamppost, snapping it in half. Peter tried to stand. But the monster slammed his head into the pavement. Then lifted him and smashed him into the ground again and again, cracking the asphalt.
Finally, the creature ripped off Peter's mask. "Such a disappointment… Parker." Peter shot webs into its face and kicked it away. He yanked the creature into a nearby park. Peter landed on top of it, punching wildly. The monster swatted him away Peter crashed through a bathroom stall, smashing through brick walls as water pipes burst. Water poured over him. He struggled to breathe. His ribs felt broken. His leg twisted painfully. His nose bled heavily. His left eye was swollen nearly shut.
The monster slowly approached. Then suddenly it staggered. It vomited green slime. Growling in pain, the creature turned and ran away into the darkness. Nearby, someone had been recording the fight. A girl lowered her phone and walked closer. She froze when she saw Spider-Man's face. "…Peter?" Peter looked up weakly. It was Anya Corazon. She rushed toward him. "Peter! Oh my god!" Peter struggled to speak. "…Help." He could barely breathe. Anya quickly grabbed him and helped lift him up. "It's okay," she said urgently. "I've got you." She put her phone away and supported his weight. Across the city at the Osborn mansion… The monstrous reptilian creature stumbled into the living room. Its massive form began shrinking. The scales disappeared. The horns receded. Within seconds, Norman Osborn collapsed onto the floor. Unconscious.