Spider-Man Evolution

A Random Bug Bite

Peter Parker sits at his heavy duty plank workbench that his uncle had made him in his home's basement, surrounding him are dozens of chemicals and equipment along with scattered papers with the same formula written down, each one with some type of adjustment.

On the lower plank of the desk is more equipment, all belonging, at least in spirit, to Peter inherited by him from his late father; Richard Parker.

Everything a geneticist would need.

Peter is an unusually short twelve year old boy standing at four foot-five. He has an ivory skin tone, short reddish brown hair tightly slicked back with gel, thick round glasses that took up the majority of his face which dulls his amber eyes.

He takes the chemicals he needs before mixing them in a clean test tube.

With bated breath he watches as a thick white substance forms and expands before it collapses into itself, solidifying and turning into a putty-like material.

Tapping it the compound collapses turning to dust.

Sighing, Peter rests his face in his hands and groans, "Back to the drawing board."

He grabs a blank loose leaf paper and starts rewriting the formula to his superglue.

He's not sure how much time passes but eventually he hears a knock at the door leading to the main house.

"Soldier, you've been down there for a few hours. You need to take a break." The voice of his uncle tells him.

"Alright, Ben. I just need-"

"Nope. I know if I let you, you'll be down there for several more hours, so come up now and eat something."

Peter groans, "Okay, okay." He sets his paper and pen down, and stands up before walking up the stairs. Entering the house, he walks to the kitchen where he sees his family sitting around the round dining table.

He sits down at the empty space and leans over to his little sister and kisses the crown of her head, getting a smile from her.

He grabs the fork and knife beside his plate and begins eating along.

"So how's your experiment going, soldier?" His uncle, Benjamin Parker, questions.

Ben Parker is an older man, sixty-six years old with a sand skin tone, receding short gray hair with a strong build from thirty seven years of service in the marines. Much like Peter, has the same shade of brown eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses though they weren't anywhere as thick as his nephew's.

Peter frowns, "Not well. I can't seem to create the right chemical reaction for my superglue to remain in its proper form, it expands for a moment before becoming inert."

Ben nods along as if understands what his nephew is saying, "Right."

"I'm sure you'll get it eventually, you're such a smart boy, dear." His aunt, May Parker, consoles him.

May Parker is a middle aged woman, fifty four years old but looked a good ten or so years younger. She has a warm ivory skin tone, dark ash brown hair with hints of gray that barely touches her shoulders and baby blue eyes.

The boy scowls, "Yeah but I've been working on this for six months and nothing is working."

Ben and May look at each other before Ben clears his throat, "Maybe that's the problem, sport. You've become a little obsessed, working on this project all day, everyday, every hour. You know what I always say-"

"Inaction is just as bad as doing a bad action?" Teresa Parker, Peter's sister, questions.

Teresa is three years younger than Peter, her skin is a tad darker than his from enjoying the sun more than him, she has long curly caramel brown hair that ends at the middle of her back, and hazel brown eyes.