Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter One: The Tale of the Spinstress

EPISODE ONE: POWERLESS

Six Months Earlier

Oscorp's New York Mainland Facility

Hempstead, New York

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.

-Abraham Lincoln

Cross Species Experiment 56

Subject: Arachnid No. 00

Codename: (X-95)

New York was his starting point, where he worked from the ground up. He built a name for himself, a name that now rivaled the Stark family. It took years, but he did it. He managed to make a stake in the one place that made all the difference, New York City.

The name shined through the night, illuminating his fortune. For the owner of the multi-billion dollar business known as Oscorp Industries, he felt like a king...

But being a king could be more dangerous than what it was worth, as he found. In Oscorp, he was a king, and like all kings, his rule over Oscorp might have been coming to an end.

Everything he had built, all the blood, sweat, and tears he put into Oscorp, and it was all for nothing. He might have had suspicions, but it was never on this scale.

It was one thing to be taken out by a rival competitor, (something he knew was entirely possible when you're in New York City of all places) but never once in his life had he thought that this would ever happen.

He was actually afraid for the first time since he was a small decrepit child. Fear was usually a cripple for most as he found, but he was different. Fear drove him to become stronger. By becoming stronger he could accomplish what he sought out to do.

Not many people knew about this problem of his, but soon enough they would find out the truth, and he would be ousted, a pig sent to slaughter. That would not be his fate, not at all. He would not die this way.

There was still years left for him to find a solution; a solution could be found, he was certain of it. He had years, perhaps if he was lucky, decades. How would he hide this? There would be signs that would follow that might reveal his situation. When it started, he would deal with it as it happened. However things may go, he would deal with it.

There were resources at his disposal, and he would use them accordingly. Everything was far down the road, so why be worried about it now? In all honesty there was no reason to worry in the immediate future.

At least, that's what he thought over a decade ago. Now things were different, and that future was quickly growing closer, and that fear was creeping up on him like a predator stalking its prey... and that meant time was running out.

So here he was, his life expectancy growing ever shorter with each day, trying to find a way to change his fate, and to change fate, power is needed. Power that could mean disaster.

The air was cool and crisp in side the laboratory as the two grown men stood over a glass container. In the container sat a small creature, often treated as a pest, but they thought of it as something truly remarkable.

"God created man, and we created this..." the oldest of the two spoke, "would this mean that to this creature, we are gods?" His voice broke the strange silence that had taken hold. When no answer came, the man sighed. If he couldn't hold an actual conversation then why was he right there? So, he asked another question.