[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

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𝐈𝐓 was finally time for Otto to put his foot down and finally shut down Connors' Cross-Species project. He swiped his keycard across a scanner as it flashed green and the door automatically swung open.

Otto let out a sudden gasp at the sight of Curt's lab, machinery torn apart by something big, something strong with chemicals tossed around, glass shards on the floor and Connors' lab coat with his keycard clipped onto the first in tatters.

But there was also a vial next to the lab coat, Octavius picked it up and saw the paper label stuck to the glass and realised his mistake. If the press got word of this, Octavius Industries was sure to be put under investigation by S.H.I.E.L.D.

And in the city, Y/n was in his room, his notebook open with the teenager sketching designs for upgrades, but a knock at the front door took him out of his focus.

Y/n sighed as he opened the door to see two men in black suits starting back at him. "What's up?"

"We're sorry for your loss." One of them began.

"We're the funeral directors." The other said.

"Oh, erm my Mom isn't here right now." Y/n said. "She's the one that's handling this stuff."

"We just want a quick word." The 'funeral director' said.

"Sure." The teenager sighed.

"Can you just hold onto this, please?" The man asked. "It's a gift from our agency, everyone gets one. A condolence if you will."

Y/n was handed a miniature skull with a message engraved into the side of the head and the men left afterwards.

Still getting used to his strength, Y/n threw the ornament onto the coffee table, but it broke upon impact, a small red light flickering from on the inside of one of the shards.

It resembled a type of tracker. Y/n sprinted for the apartment door, seeing the men were completely gone and cursed under his breath.

Who were they and why were they putting trackers in skulls ornaments?

"I'll be honest with you, man." Peter said, looking at the shard with the tracker embedded into it.  "I haven't seen any type of tech this advanced in a long time. It's definitely a tracker, but I have no clue who or what manufactured this."

"Then what do I do?" Y/n inquired.

"I don't know, maybe hook it up to your computer, you could trace the signal back to the source." Peter proposed.

Y/n then looked up to the TV to see that a mall near them was undergoing a hostile takeover by a group of criminals.

"I, uh, I gotta go." Y/n said, briskly leaving the apartment. "Later."

Peter then looked to the report and then to Y/n, who just closed the door to leave as the youngest Parker hummed to himself. Suspicious.

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍 was suited up and zipping through the streets of Queens to try and get to the mall as quickly as he could swing.