Spectacular Spider-Man

New Dawn

Years ago, a high school student named Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider. It gave him spider-like powers. At first, he tried to use his powers to gain money and fame. After the death of his Uncle Ben, which he could have prevented, he learned that "with great power, comes great responsibility." He swore from then on to protect the innocent from harm and became the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Peter spent years trying to help his beloved city. He was able to take down Manfredi and Stokes crime families. All that was left was the Kingpin. He was the most persistent of Spider-Man’s foes. However, one day, evidence of his crime came to the police. He died in a violent shootout. From then on, the city could know peace.

Peter Parker woke up in his apartment bedroom. Once he was dressed and ready, he left for work. Once he had graduated from college, his best friend Harry Osborn had given him a job at Oscorp. He was glad that he could work for one of the smartest people in the city. It was an honor.

A taxi cab dropped Peter off at the Oscorp building. Once security allowed him to enter, he took the elevator up. He pressed the button for his desired floor, then he heard, “Hold the lift.” Then a man ran in and said, “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“My name is Malcolm Bard.” He extends his hand, which Peter shakes and responds with.

“I’m Peter Parker.”

Soon enough, Peter makes it to his destination and enters a laboratory. Next, he takes a lab coat off a hook and puts it on. Afterward, a man motioned him over. His name was Doctor Otto Octavius, Peter’s mentor. He was experimenting with an advanced robotic prosthetic. Otto turned to Peter and smiled.
“Ready to get to work.”

In Brooklyn, a car pulls into the Green-Wood Cemetery. A man in a white suit stepped out and approached the tombstone of Wilson Fisk. This man was his son, Richard Fisk. He left a rose on his father’s grave. “I swear that I will avenge your death.” Richard looked up, seeing a man approach. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. “Hello, Mister Smythe.”

“You have a job for me?”

“I have heard of your skills. I want you to work on a special project.”

“Oh really? What’s in it for me?”

“I know about your father. I can give you whatever resources you need.”

“Enticing. You have my attention.”

At Oscorp, Malcolm Bard was controlling a small robot with four spider-like legs. Suddenly, he starts to cough and covers his mouth. He looks at his sleeve, noticing that he had coughed up some blood. “What the hell is going on?”