The Hunting Spider

Chapter 1

The Avengers and the Hunting Spider

Part One

Chapter- 1

Children were curious, it was simply human nature for them. Now Peter Parker was already an unusual little boy. Even at the age of young six he far bypassed his classmates with his intelligence. But with that intellect came the ranvious hunger of curiousity.

His mother and father were both scientists so it was not much surprise they received a son who would easily become far smarter than either of the pair. He enjoyed (and understood) the science books his parents casually left around their small loft. It wasn't as big as Flash Thompson's, but it was home for the small boy.

"Good night, Petey," a soft feminine voice, his mother, called from across the hall as she heard her only child walk back to his own room after using the restroom. "Night momma," he replied back with a large smile on his face. His father probably wouldn't be back until later that night so he wouldn't wait up to tell him good night. His dad would understand. So he crawled under the blankets, resting his dirty, slightly broken glasses on top of the books stacked on his nightstand. He had told his parents he'd tripped. He did fall but not of his own clumsiness, he was pushed. By Flash, who had been teasing the small child yet again.

After a little while of restlessly tossing and turning in his bed, Peter finally gave up on trying to sleep. The child sat up, tossing the smothering blankets away and silently got out of bed. He could at least go see if his father was back home yet. So the child walked, jumping over the noisier of the floorboards to try and stay quiet. His parents didn't sleep nearly as often as they should have, even Peter, the six year old knew that, and he didn't want to disturb them with his restlessness.

He peeped his head into his parents ajar door. His mother was gently snoring but his father wasn't there. Probably still in his lab, Peter thought as he walked towards the lab doors where his father and mother spent a majority of their time. They were workaholics and were plenty easy to predict to the small child.

The door was already open like the bedroom door so he walked in. He loved the labs. Everything was shiny and always sparkling when the light hit it. "Hey dad, you in here?" His small voice bounced back at him making his small. To his relief his father answered back. "Yep, back here, Pete. What are you doin' up?"

"Can't sleep," he replied as he made his way to his father. When he couldn't sleep he'd come to the labs often because usually one or both parents were up. As he made his way, something caught the six year old's attention.

It was a jar, there were hundreds in the lab but this was different. It was quite unlike any other he'd seen before. It had the body of a black widow but entirely different coloration.

The two colors colors were beautiful reds and blues that never mixed but touched anyways. He watched it, hypnotized by the spider's intricate web movements as it spun it's design. He didn't notice the fact it had no lid or the loose spider suspended above his hand by the shelf. Until it was too late that was.

With a yelp Peter jumped, flinging his hand to dislodge the cause of pain. Then there was a crash and his father, a disheveled looking man with far too many grey hairs for his age appeared. He was suddenly crouching right in front of Peter to be eye level with his small child.

"Are you okay? Did anything touch you?" Richard asked anxiously as he examined his son's face for anything out of the ordinary.