Reborn as the Spider who bit Peter Parker

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Having discussed with Gwen all the nuances of her project and my help, I suddenly caught fire with a new idea, and it would be nice to have a break from all this routine with the improvement of 'suits' fighting criminal groups for power in the night city and other chaos that does not give a quiet life. Someone can say that there is always an opportunity to move, but I do not agree with this, because I have everything here, and who said that it will not be worse there? The unknown is frightening, so few people decide to move, even if they have the opportunity. As one author said: all of us dream of leaving our 'small' town, wishing to see something bigger, and those who have left it, often dream of returning, and this is a funny paradox. Having, we do not appreciate, and having lost, we regret....

Making the final run of all security systems of my 'basement' I began to slowly pack. Having changed into fresh clothes and switched off the pc, I saddled my iron horse. After texting May a couple of messages to say I might be late and where I'd left the cake as an apology, I left the lab. Enjoying the pleasant weather, I drove leisurely through the city, noting the frowns and glances directed toward the cordoned-off areas where helicopters were now circling.

New York is the most ordinary city of which there are thousands or even more, but it knows no peace, eternal bustle, intrigue and struggle for influence of all sorts of factions that try to grab a piece of the giant pie and someone even succeeds. Wilson Fisk, Norman Osborne, Adrian Tooms and other capitalist sharks have long known the rules of the game in our world and therefore feel quite well in such an unsafe place as New York. Maybe I should let go of my old values and move on. Make the world a better place. Become a hero? No. A philanthropist? Closer, but no, and I don't have that kind of money. Then what do you do? I could start robbing the mafia, but then I'd have to 'extinguish' them with a guarantee, and there's plenty of other trouble. On the other hand, why would I want to be the new Fisk? I need more options.

Create something? That's closer. Having a good relationship with the Osborns will be easier than it sounds, but do I really need to save this town? There's so much to do, and for what? Is it even worth it? What's in it for me? Waste of money in pointless humanism, so we need to think more globally and act accordingly, otherwise what's the point of doing something, changing and trying to turn our shithole into something worthy?

And what is there to create? I'm concentrating more and more on weapons and armour, but I can't go to Ozcorp and ask for a research grant? I might even get a million more, but do I want that for myself? I'm not an arms dealer, I'm not a Stark, and I can't sell toys that carry death. And what kind of fool would sell all his own designs? If I had my own corporation, that's different, but this smells like stupidity. So where does that leave me? Our market isn't that big, so you have to choose who to sell to and what to sell to, but that's harder, because I'm more of a scientist than a peddler. Well, I'll leave that for later, because you can always Robin Hood and rob someone, but the home improvement ideas will have to wait until better times, like many other things, but that's just the way life is. You're always waiting for a better time, timing or whatever and you end up forgetting what you wanted to do, or you end up not doing it at all. I've been through this many times myself, so I think I need to change something in my life and move on, because life is short and sometimes it's cut off at half a word, and I want to tell this story to the end.

But enough of the sad stuff. Turning on some energetic music, I continued on my way, still enjoying the pleasant weather and the breeze caressing my skin. Soon I saw a middle-class neighbourhood, where mostly police families lived, so it had its own look and structure of this closed society. As I moved further and further into the prison-like neighbourhood, I just hummed mentally. Angular buildings, massive fences, and houses that looked like small fortresses were a little tense, and this is where Gwen lives? How curious. However, my goal is just to pick up Gwen and head towards our training lab, so I don't need to worry about all this, even though I'm not a fan of such police districts, but it's better to stay out of other people's monasteries, as they say.

Checking the map on my smartphone, I finally found the house I wanted, which didn't stand out much from the others, but there was something curious about it. A confederate flag? I thought to myself. That's what made it stand out. I never expected to find Confederates in a neighbourhood like this. Smiling at the curious nuance, I quickly texted Gwen and parked next to the house. Five minutes later, the blonde, who was glowing with happiness, appeared and thoughtfully studied my modest figure.

- Long time no see Peter. - Gwen smiled sweetly. - So, you really decided to become a biker? - The girl murmured curiously. - You're surprising me more and more, as if you were a different person. But someone said that people do not change, right? - She smiled charmingly again.

- Believe me, they do change, but the inner core and the basis of the personality remains unchanged. And here various trifles and traits can be quite changed, that's why they are sometimes so conspicuous, but the person remains himself. Dissonance happens when he does not justify our expectations and here we are already saying how you have changed over the 'summer', but the person has always been like this, you just did not see it behind the illusory morass that managed to build up during the dialogue in your head. - habitually poured an ocean of water to distract the girl from unnecessary thoughts, I went into a polemic as always.

- You love demagoguery, Peter. - her smile just got a little more charming.

- Was that a rhetorical question? - I smiled at the genius of thought.

- Do you think it is a mystery of the universe? - Gwen said sarcastically. - Maybe for someone it is, but I'm not interested in people, and I communicate mainly only with you, so consider it my little curiosity to one Parker. - she whispered in my ear.

- I just wanted to be clever and develop the theme to the paradox of Theseus's ship, because our body changes throughout life literally on a cellular level, but we are still ourselves, aren't we?

- You're such a sweet Parker. However, such conversations are only possible with you. - Gwen smiled charmingly again.

- Can it be considered a compliment? - I playfully smile back.

I wonder what has changed since our last communication? It was a little different last time. I smelled a slight aroma of brandy. It was a little disconcerting, I must admit. But it's still an interesting topic, so why not? Yeah, and I already agreed.

- Why not? - The blonde purred again, and a moment later she was already very quickly settled on the bike. - Shall we go? - Stacy whispered in Gwen's ear again, hugging me tightly from behind.

It was a breeze through the city and we were still at our labs, the school itself was already closed, but Gwen had the keys to the wing we needed. Having a great reputation and a charming smile, our blonde didn't know any refusals, so she got the keys to the right building without any problems.

As I parked in the completely deserted car park, I hummed mentally. The car park was deserted during the day, and now it was as if it had died out. However, what time it is, and the car park is so crowded, but seeing all this emptiness somehow brings sad thoughts, but it's just a car park. In the distance, though, there seems to be a 70s Plymoynth, so we're not the only late birds who've decided to work.

- Peter, why do you need a shotgun? - This angel asked innocently, nonchalantly examining the slightly open bag that was attached to my bike.

- A shop near my house was almost robbed just the other day. And every week on the news there are more and more robberies, vandals, and looters, so it wouldn't hurt to have some protection. - I said calmly.

- That's terrible. Aren't you afraid that your self-defence will be considered unnecessary? - With sincere care in words asked the girl.

- Well, you know what they say in one place: it is better to be a living paranoid than a law-abiding dead man. - I answered with a touch of philosophy. - We live in a free country, and I, like all others, have the right to protect my own life, otherwise what kind of equality can we talk about? And I am ready to answer for my rights and freedoms. - I continued cold-bloodedly.

- Just don't flash your weapon in front of my father. - Gwen smiled uncertainly, trying to break the situation with a joke. - He's got a habit of reaching for his service weapon when he sees guys with guns.

- Are you inviting me to dinner? - I immediately changed the subject and continued our sweet dialogue.

- Would you like to dine in the company of a police captain? - Gwen replied with unexpected seriousness.

- At least it would be an interesting experience. After all, we've known each other for so long, and you've never once invited me to a homemade lasagne. Or should I invite you to dinner first? - I'm used to answering a question with a question.

- Lasagne? - Gwen Stacy was genuinely surprised.

- You haven't tried it? It's bloody delicious. - maximally diverting the topic of our conversation from the weapon I smiled sweetly enjoying the conversation. - I'll have to take you out to dinner sometime. May is a divine cook. Or I could cook something myself in case of emergency. It's just a question of whether you're allergic to anything, and I'd like to know your food preferences.

- Okay. (chuckles) I'll think about it. - the girl suddenly agreed. - Now let's go to the lab, or we won't have time for anything at this rate. - With feigned displeasure said Gwen.

- And indeed. The clock is ticking, so we need to speed up. - Taking the girl in my arms like a fluffball, I quickly headed in the direction of the necessary building.

- Parker? - with surprise and apparent incomprehension of the situation said the girl.

- Mon cur? - I calmly asked the blonde, looking straight into her mesmerising pools of eyes.

- Nothing... - Gwen was slightly embarrassed.

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Abruptly awakening from the pain piercing every cell of my body, I suddenly open my eyes. The muddy slime made it hard to see where I was, but I soon found the glass and calmed down a little. But a moment later I was struck by lightning again, and once again I lost all clarity of mind, plunging headlong into the ocean of pain and illusions tormenting my mind.

After a while, I pulled myself together and snapped out of the nothingness. It was the same slime, opaque glass and silence, which was already dripping on my nerves. Trying not to move, lest I pass out from the pain again, I tried to remember the last thing I'd seen.

- How do you feel about explosions? - My mind immediately conjured up a taunting image of an insolent Russian.

A bloody savage detonated a dirty bomb right in the middle of the city... And they call me a monster? A flash of anger swiftly flashed through my thoughts, but was immediately extinguished by a volitional effort. Calmness only calmness...

Apparently, I survived by a miracle and thanks to the nanites that took the blast wave upon themselves. If I were human, I'd probably be nothing but ashes, but damn it, I'm still alive. Creed's a big bastard, and the student wasn't so easy either. I'll pay you back, just let me recover, and this time I won't be so careless.

The rage overflowed my whole being again, dulling the pain. I gather all my strength into one powerful blow and shatter the glass, which rattles. The flash of pain cuts me off from reality again with a blanket of darkness and indifferent silence.

Abruptly opening my eyes, I greedily inhaled the sterilely clear air. Hesitantly rising on trembling legs, I find a glance at the shards of glass where I see my reflection. But is it mine? Bare muscles looked frightening on a completely burned body, eyes devoid of eyelids especially eye-catching.

How the hell did I survive?

I glanced around the sterile lab and found a familiar cylinder of nanites. With a sigh of relief, I immediately activated them so I wouldn't feel so weak. A couple of seconds later, a swarm of nanomachines swarmed my body. The integration of the new nanites went smoothly, as did the disposal of all the machines that had failed. All the old nanites were recycled into a protective coating for my skin, and I was finally able to walk safely through the medical bay without feeling the pain of hell in every cell of my body.

Still, science is a wonderful thing. For it is only through it that we can reach unimaginable heights.

With the help of our intellect, we have learnt to create real miracles, which for the uninitiated are not inferior to magic. And on the other hand, how is that not magic? After all, now we are able to literally in a matter of seconds to put in line a reasonable person that almost crossed the line of life and death. Isn't that wonderful?

Progress inexorably moves forward, so I just try to collect the fruits of evolution in time and put it all at the service of myself and my children, who are still forced to hide from human gaze, like a rat people, but everything in due time and one day we will come out of the shadows, but that's another story.

Having forced my way out of the medical box by brute force, I finally recognised the shabby walls of such a familiar bunker that had recently become my second home. So I'd been pulled out by one of my own? I doubt anyone survived that explosion but me, and I survived by a miracle. I should probably increase the amount of nanites in my system, since they saved my life, even if it was worth destroying. And I shouldn't forget about the improved mutagen, because as practice showed, I was unexpectedly mortal, just like everyone else. But what else did I expect? Apparently, I played God too much, but I'll try to take into account all the past mistakes and move on.

Finding my lab coat on one of the racks, I smiled wryly and immediately dressed, continuing my search for something useful.

It wasn't long before I reached the safe with my enhanced mutagens. Quickly finding the most suitable composition for recovery, I drained a small cylinder in a volley and habitually searched for the growth mirror.

The protective coating of nanometal began to peel away, immediately giving way to jade scales. Half an hour later, I had finally recovered, and there was nothing to suggest that I had survived the unpleasant experience of the dirty bomb. Finished inspecting my fully regenerated body, I smiled contentedly.

Quickly finding the nanite rollback matrix in the same safe, I started analysing all the systems and slowly updated the software of my machines so that I could roll back to my former human condition, otherwise it would be a bit more difficult to do business on the surface.

- It's so nice to be back in action... - I said tiredly, while pensively studying my refreshed reflection in the mirror.