At the sa ti, the world was once again in turmoil. No one had expected that as many as fifteen mutant spiders from the first generation spiderman would exist!
The phones at Columbia University's Genetic Research Center were ringing off the hook. Countless people, drawn by rumors, began frantically searching for these super spiders.
The head of the Genetic Research Center found himself in a difficult position but had no choice but to step forward and clarify. He confird that their research had involved similar experints, though not on humans—only on live specins. However, he emphasized that every single experint had ended in failure without exception.
Despite this, many remained skeptical. Conspiracy theories ran rampant, with so believing that the research center was secretly trying to create Spider-Man.
As the police chief, George Stacy had a keen political sense. He imdiately warned the First Spider-Man to stay out of this matter.
He couldn't afford to let people believe that Spider-Man was conspiring with others to monopolize his position. He also feared that so individuals might attempt to use these super spiders for their own experints, causing disasters, and then pinning the bla on Spider-Man.
The First Spider-Man fully understood this but remained puzzled. Why did the Skyscreen repeatedly insist that his transformation into Spider-Man was not an accident, but fate itself?
If Peter Parker was the only one destined to beco Spider-Man, why were so many people still obsessed with recreating the experint?
Would they only give up after hitting a dead end? Or did they need to suffer a catastrophe, like Dr. Lizard, before realizing the consequences?
Unable to comprehend, and frankly uninterested in figuring it out, the First Spider-Man turned his attention elsewhere. He was content with his life—his uncle and aunt were safe, Gwen was protected by Venom, and George's family was also well-guarded. As police chief, George had enough power to ensure their security.
anwhile, Tony and the others were unaware of the turmoil in the original universe. They were more amused by the way Harry was using his knowledge of the First Spider-Man's past to impress Mary Jane.
Tony had to admit—Harry certainly knew how to win a girl's heart.
As for the spider that had bitten Tobey's Spider-Man, Tony lacked the biological expertise to investigate further. Even if he wanted to, he had no way of figuring it out.
Bruce Banner, on the other hand, was well-versed in biology, but he was extrely busy. Between helping Tony develop new armor, dealing with the Cosmic Cube, and trying to control the Hulk, his schedule was packed. Now, he had an additional task—researching nanomaterials.
Nick Fury, ever the strategist, thought of another potential expert—Hank Pym, a scientist renowned for his work in genetics.
When Fury had previously watched Civil War, he had felt a sense of familiarity with Scott Lang's Ant-Man suit. It took so digging through records to realize that it was originally the creation of the first Ant-Man, Hank Pym. However, the suit had sohow ended up with Scott in the future.
Determined, Fury decided to reach out to Dr. Pym, hoping to recruit him into S.H.I.E.L.D.
[At the sa ti that 1st gen Peter was bitten by the spider, the sa scene previously shown on the Skyscreen was unfolding at Oscorp. General Slocum from the Departnt of Defense was forcing Norman Osborn to complete the human enhancent serum within two weeks.]
[In the First Spider-Man's old ho, a familiar voice rang out, "God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light—40 watts of soft light!"]
[Uncle Ben chuckled to himself as he installed a new light bulb.]
["Be careful, dear! God may be happy, but I'd rather you not fall," Aunt May teased with a smile.]
["Heh! I already fell, May! I was a senior technician for 35 years, and now I'm unemployed. What does that tell you? I've hit rock bottom!"]
[Ben grumbled as he stepped down from the chair. But Aunt May, ignoring his complaints, pointed to the cupboard and instructed, "Pass the green plate!"]
["Companies these days are all about profit margins, laying off workers left and right," Uncle Ben continued grumbling.]
["You'll find another job, Ben," Aunt May comforted him.]
[Uncle Ben sighed, flipping open a newspaper. "Let's see what's available… Computer salesman, computer engineer, computer analyst—my God! Even computers need analysts now?"]
[Shaking his head, he muttered, "I'm 68 years old, May. How am I supposed to learn computers now? And I still have a family to support."]
["I love you, Ben. Peter loves you too. You are the most responsible man I've ever t. We've been through tough tis, but we always pulled through," Aunt May said, kissing his forehead.]
[Just then, the First Spider-Man walked in. Aunt May bead. "Oh, Peter! Just in ti for dinner!"]
[Uncle Ben looked up and asked, "How was your class trip?"]
[But Peter felt strange. His body was reacting to sothing. "I don't feel well… I'm going to bed early."]
["Are you sure you don't want to eat sothing?" Aunt May asked, concerned.]
["I already ate," Peter replied hurriedly, rushing upstairs.]
[Uncle Ben frowned in concern. "Did you take any pictures today, Peter?"]
["I'm fine! Just tired!" Peter called back before disappearing into his room.]
[Uncle Ben exchanged a worried glance with Aunt May. "What's gotten into him?"]
Seated at the dinner table, the First Spider-Man glanced at the sky and reminisced. "I rember… The Skyscreen appeared not long after that day. My whole life changed from then on."
Gwen smiled. "Yeah, you told about this. Harry ca over so quickly and then had to lent you a new place because reporters sward your old ho, right?"
George twirled his pasta around his fork. "That's right. At the ti, I even had to dispatch officers to prevent your house from being trampled by the press."
The First Spider-Man laughed awkwardly. "Really? I had no idea…"
George swallowed his food and replied, "It's our job to maintain order."
[Back in his room, Peter removed his shirt, revealing his still-slim fra. He looked at himself in the mirror.]
[His eyelids grew heavy, his skin turned pale, and his breathing quickened. His vision blurred before he collapsed onto the bed.]
[Monts later, his body convulsed, and he tumbled onto the floor. With his last ounce of strength, he pulled a blanket over himself.]
[A cold sweat drenched his body as he shivered uncontrollably. Unbeknownst to him, a large swelling had ford on his hand where the spider had bitten him.]
[His mind echoed with the words of his teacher from earlier—the explanation of genetic mutation.]
[A new gene had fused with Peter Parker's DNA, rewriting his very being from the inside out.]
[And in that mont, Spider-Man was born.]
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