[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

ᴮˡⁱⁿᵈ ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᴾʳⁱᵈᵉ

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍 had found himself interested in the friendly neighbourhood hero that had cemented himself as the hero that looked out for the little guy, but he didn't buy it. Jonah thought that whoever was under that mask just wanted the fame and attention that came from being a hero.

Meanwhile, Otto was still watching that news report and starting at his mechanical arms. He walked over to them, putting the harness on, powering them up.

He didn't care for that new vigilante, there were already plenty of those, he wanted Connors dead for jeopardising his company and losing thousands of people their jobs.

The arms smashed through the glass, propping the scientist up as the arms carried him out of the building. If there were actual claw and teeth marks then the Cross-Species project was a success, meaning it would be a fair fight.

Across the city, Norman had found out about Peter Parker and his exploits as Y/n's little confidant. He traveled into Queens to meet the boy personally.

Peter's face dropped after he opened the door to see Norman Osborn, completely healthy and a huge smile on his face.

"You must be Peter Parker." Norman smirked.

"Uh, yeah, what's up?" Peter tried his best to cover his nervousness as Norman basically let himself inside, seeing that Peter's Aunt wasn't home.

"I thought you had an Aunt?" Norman asked.

"Errands." Peter stammered, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"So, I came here to ask you a question." Norman proposed.

"A-and what's that?" Peter inquired.

"How's your ol' pal Spider-Man?"

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𝐇𝐄 was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. Y/n mumbled some incoherent words as he answered the phone to hear a rather distressed Peter.

"You were right." Peter's tone was hushed, like he was hiding from someone. "Osborn, he came to my house, he wasn't dying, he was completely fine and he knows Y/n, he knows that you're Spider-Man."

Before Y/n could question his friend about anything, the line went dead as Y/n cursed under his breath before looking to his open closet, his newly sewed costume sitting there.

"Shit..." Y/n grumbled before grabbing his costume.

Back at the Osborn penthouse, he was in the kitchen which had a large window overlooking the city. He washed his hands, failing to notice Y/n in his costume swinging towards him.

Two webs attached to different sides of the glass before Spider-Man suddenly smashed through that large window, grabbing Norman by the neck and slamming him against the wall.