Omnitrix in MCU (Rewrite)

The lab was dimly lit, with only the fluorescent overheads humming quietly, casting a sterile glow over the polished surfaces. Dr. Curt Connors stood at a long table covered in an array of beakers, vials, and petri dishes, meticulously examining notes scribbled in his well-worn notebook. Peter Parker entered the room, still riding the excitement from his praise earlier.

"Ah, Peter, right on time," Dr. Connors said, glancing up with a welcoming smile. "I trust you've brought your enthusiasm along?"

"Always, Dr. Connors," Peter replied, shrugging off his backpack. "So, what's the plan for today?"

Dr. Connors motioned toward a small tank on the table. Inside, a white rat scurried around, its movements slightly hindered by the absence of a front paw. Peter's curiosity piqued.

"This," Connors began, gesturing to the tank, "is subject Alpha. A specimen we've been using to test our limb regeneration serum. You're aware of the concept, yes?"

Peter nodded. "Regenerative biology. It's how some reptiles, like lizards, can regrow lost tails or limbs. But applying that to mammals has always been… tricky."

"Exactly," Connors said, impressed. "And we've made significant progress in mimicking the process. The serum we've developed contains recombinant DNA from lizards. With it, we aim to stimulate rapid cellular regrowth in mammals."

Peter's eyes widened. "That's incredible. Have you tested it yet?"

"Yes, but the results have been… mixed," Connors admitted. He gestured to a monitor displaying video footage of previous experiments. In one clip, a rat with a missing paw was injected with the serum. Over the next few hours, the paw regrew—but the regenerated limb appeared disfigured, with uncontrolled growth. The rat, clearly distressed, displayed erratic behavior, banging its head against the enclosure.

Peter leaned in, studying the footage. "The cellular regrowth is happening too fast. It's like the cells don't know when to stop dividing."

"Precisely," Connors said. "That's where I need your help, Peter. Your thesis on controlling cellular mutation was brilliant. With some adjustments, it might be the key to stabilizing the serum."

Peter's heart raced. Working on something like this wasn't just exciting—it was groundbreaking. "Alright, let's do i

Peter and Connors spent the first day dissecting the composition of the serum. Using the lab's advanced microscopes, they observed the interaction between the serum and mammalian cells in a petri dish.

"See here," Connors pointed at the screen displaying magnified cell structures. "The serum's DNA strands are integrating into the host cells, but the process is chaotic. The foreign DNA overpowers the host's natural mechanisms, leading to uncontrolled growth."

Peter tapped his chin, deep in thought. "What if we introduce a regulatory protein? Something to act like a traffic light, signaling when to stop cellular division."

Connors nodded. "That could work. Let's isolate a protein from human tissue samples and test it."

After hours of trial and error, they managed to synthesize a protein that could theoretically slow down the regrowth process.

The next day, they tested their modified serum on another rat. Peter carefully injected the serum into the rat's stump while Connors observed.

"Now we wait," Connors said, leaning back against the lab bench.

Over the next few hours, they monitored the rat closely. The regrowth started slowly—a promising sign. Unlike the previous tests, the new limb formed at a more natural pace.

"It's working," Peter whispered, barely able to contain his excitement.

But just as the paw fully regenerated, the rat began to display unusual behavior. It became hyper-aggressive, gnawing at the tank's walls and attempting to attack its reflection.

Connors sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The growth is stable, but the neurological effects remain. The foreign DNA might be interfering with the rat's brain chemistry."

Peter frowned, scribbling notes. "Maybe we need to focus on isolating the regeneration process from the nervous system. If we can ensure the serum only targets the damaged area, it might prevent these side effects."

Peter and Connors adjusted the serum, adding a molecular inhibitor to block the serum from affecting the nervous system. 

As they worked, Connors shared more about his personal connection to the project.

"You know, Peter," Connors said, holding up his left arm, where his sleeve was neatly pinned, "this research isn't just about science for me. It's personal. If we succeed, people like me could live normal lives again."

Peter nodded, sensing the weight behind Connors' words. "We'll get there, Dr. Connors. I know we will."

On the fourth day, they tested the new serum on another rat. This time, the regrowth process was flawless. The paw grew back perfectly, and the rat displayed no aggressive tendencies. It moved around its tank calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"We did it," Connors said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Peter grinned. "This is huge, Dr. Connors. Think about what this could mean for medicine."

With their success, Connors began preparing to test the serum on larger mammals. Peter helped with the preparations, sterilizing equipment and ensuring the lab was ready for the next phase.

As they worked, Connors placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "You've been a tremendous help, Peter. I couldn't have done this without you."

Peter smiled, feeling a deep sense of pride. "I'm just glad I could contribute, Dr. Connors. This is what science is all about—making a difference."

Next day lab was unusually quiet when Peter Parker walked in after school. The faint hum of equipment and the soft buzz of fluorescent lights were the only sounds. Peter's usual excitement about joining Dr. Curt Connors for their experiments was quickly dampened when he saw the doctor slumped at his desk, his one hand cradling his forehead.

"Dr. Connors?" Peter called out hesitantly, setting his backpack on a nearby chair.

Connors looked up, his face lined with exhaustion and disappointment. His eyes were bloodshot, and his normally meticulous lab coat was wrinkled.

"Peter," Connors said with a heavy sigh. "I'm glad you're here."

Peter stepped closer, concern etched on his face. "What's going on? You look… well, like you've had better days."

Connors leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I just got off the phone with Oscorp."

Peter's heart sank. "What did they say?"

"They've decided to pull all funding from our project," Connors said bitterly. "Apparently, our progress isn't 'profitable' enough for them. They don't see the potential in what we're doing. Tomorrow, they'll be here to take away everything—the equipment, the samples, even the research notes funded by their grants."

Peter was stunned. "What? But we've made so much progress! We're on the verge of something incredible. How can they just—"

"Because they don't care about science, Peter," Connors interrupted, his voice tinged with frustration. "They care about profit margins. About shareholders. Not about giving people like me… like others… a chance at a normal life."

Peter clenched his fists, trying to hold back his anger. He could see how much this meant to Connors, how much time, energy, and hope the doctor had poured into this project.

"Dr. Connors," Peter said softly, pulling up a stool to sit beside him. "I know this feels like the end, but it's not. You've done something amazing here. You've inspired me and probably countless others with your determination. And this—this is just a setback."

Connors gave him a weak smile. "You're young, Peter. Optimistic. It's admirable, but starting over… it's easier said than done."

"Then I'll help you," Peter said firmly. "Whatever it takes. We can rebuild this project. Even if we have to start from scratch in a garage somewhere. The science is solid, Dr. Connors. It's not going to disappear just because Oscorp pulled the plug."

Connors stared at Peter, his expression softening. "You remind me of myself when I was your age. Full of hope, ready to take on the world. But life has a way of—"

"Of testing us," Peter interrupted. "And we don't give up. That's what science is about, right? Trial and error. Failures and breakthroughs. This isn't a failure, Dr. Connors—it's just a delay."

For the first time that day, Connors smiled—a real smile. "You're right, Peter. You're absolutely right. Maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way."

Peter grinned. "That's the spirit. And hey, if we're rebuilding this thing from scratch, maybe we can do it even better this time. No corporate strings attached."

Connors chuckled, some of the weight lifting from his shoulders. "You have a knack for putting things into perspective, Peter. Thank you."

"Anytime, Doc," Peter said, standing up. "Now, let's make the most of the time we have before they take everything tomorrow. We still have a few hours. Let's document everything we've done so far. We'll make sure they can't erase what we've accomplished."

Connors nodded.

When peter left the lab Connors took the serum after getting so near i can't pullout i wlll just need to adjust it a little and use it on myself when they see it working they will frown over me.