team spider

iii.

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"Hi, appointment for Jay Smith?"

Peter bit the inside of his cheek nervously as the receptionist typed away on her computer, peering down a list of names. Her mouth formed an: "oh," shape before she reached into her desk, pulling out a manila file-folder. She ruffled through the papers before pulling out a plastic badge, handing it to him.

"Here you go, that badge gives you access to floors one through seventy-five; have a nice day sir," the receptionist said kindly, offering a small smile.

Peter grinned and clipped the badge to his white dress shirt before making his way through the lobby and towards the elevators. He looked down at his hand, attempting to read scrawled out words from an ink pen he had used.

Flor fitty-fif.

"The fuck?" Peter mumbled to himself as he read his messy handwriting.

He could only assume it read floor fifty-five, and hoped to god he was right. There was no room for mistakes, and getting off on the wrong floor would screw up the timing, resulting in him getting caught and possibly arrested.

The generic elevator music made Peter want to bash his head against the wall as he stood in the suffocating metal box that transported him towards his destination. The reflective silver doors slid open silently and Peter stepped out, looking left and right down the hallway. He held his breath as he passed by a representative of the company, trying to look the least amount of suspicious that he could.

His palms became clammy as he walked, anxiety bubbling in his chest. He desperately wanted to fidget with the badge clipped onto his shirt, but knew that would be labeled as unprofessional, so he sucked it up and continued down his path. He hated the fucking hallway, after all, it's what got him into this mess in the first place.

The familiar door stuck out to Peter like a lit match in complete darkness. His heart pounded in his ears as he made a perimeter sweep with his eyes, making sure no one was in sight. He carefully opened the door, slipping inside as it shut silently behind him.

Spiders crawled up and down the walls and spun their webs routinely, feasting off of flies and crickets that were given to them hours before. Peter held his breath as it seemed like every single arachnid turned to look his him, thousands of eyes peering into his soul. What would happen to him if he got bit twice?

"H-Hi there," Peter stuttered as one spider lowered itself in front of his face, its eight tiny legs working the webbing.

As predicted, the spider stayed silent, unmoving. Peter hesitantly reached a finger out, the spider immediately crawling onto the extended limb. The teen's breath hitched nervously as it crawled onto the palm of his hand, seeming to rest.

"I-I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, mostly to himself. The spider seemed to hesitate before scurrying up his forearm and shoulder, sitting on his collarbone.

Peter pursed his lips as the spider stopped moving, deciding to stay put. He didn't know if it was getting ready to attack or if it had taken a liking to him. He hesitantly began to walk forward, taking out a scanner disguised as a pen.

He clicked the end of it, a light blue light emitting from the tip. He scanned the spiders in front of him, watching as data rolled into the pen. The light flashed red once it finished, allowing Peter to click it closed and slip it back into his pocket.

The seventeen year old glanced down at the spider that seemed to be clinging to his shirt, a pang of protectiveness falling over him. He extended his finger once more, allowing the spider to crawl back onto his skin. He lowered his finger to his pocket, the spider instantly crawling inside.

They could make do with one less, right?

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Harley pursed his lips as he fidgeted with his badge in the elevator, nervousness radiating off of him. He was heading to a meeting with the Curt Conners, and he was on the edge of an anxiety attack. His leg bounced as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Outside, a woman was waiting for him, glancing at her watch. Harley hesitantly stepped out, smoothing the front of his dark blue dress shirt.

"Oh, are you Mr. Oliver Hayes?" the woman asked politely. Harley cleated his throat.

"Yes ma'am," he said, his voice gruff. The woman nodded and motioned for the boy to follow her as she strutted down the hall, her hips naturally swaying.

The door to Curt's office was the most intimidating thing Harley had ever seen, and he's come face to face with a hundred HYDRA agents. The woman pushed it open, plastering a fake smile on her face, waving a hand for Harley to enter.

"Dr. Conners, Mr. Hayes is here to see you," she said. A muffled hum came from around the corner and the woman wished Harley luck before she left, leaving the teen alone.

Harley sucked in a sharp breath before walking around the corner wall, wanting to cry as he came face to face with Curt. The doctor was sitting at his desk, writing something on a document. He looked up, pointing to a chair across from him.

Harley sat down, smoothing his pants as he got situated. He bit his tongue as Curt put his documents into folders, locking them away in a filing cabinet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hayes," he began. Harley nodded, giving a small smile.

"As to you, Doctor," he replied. "I'm here to talk about helping fund your experiments."

"Ah, yes," Curt spoke, a sly grin etching onto his lips. "We need to set a beginning amount, and hopefully as our research heads on head first, we'll be able to start selling it."

"If I may ask, sir, what exactly are the experiments I'm paying for?" Harley asked. Under the desk, he fidgeted with his fingers, trying to distract himself from the ringing in his ears.

Curt looked towards the ceiling, eyeing a security camera. He quickly turned to his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed something in. Harley could see the screen's reflection in the window across from him—it was some sort of code sequence.

The security camera went dead, it's red light disappearing. Curt looked back at the teenager.

"Now that they can't hear us, myself and my team are combining human and spider DNA. You know Spider-Man and his posse, right? Well, just think what we could do if we could make multiple Spider-Mans. Not that they'd be good guys, but we could take over New York if we wanted to."

"That's... very intriguing," Harley choked out, trying to maintain a straight face.

"We've just started to conduct experiments on rabbits, and hopefully with your funding we'll be able to find volunteers to inject the DNA into. This is a huge help, Mr. Hayes; you have no idea how much this will further our project," Curt continued.

"Well Dr. Conners, I'll talk to my team and be in contact with you soon," the teenager said. Curt grinned.

"Run along then, Mr. Hayes. The sooner, the better."

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

remember: drink some water, have a snack, get some sleep and study for your tests. take care of yourselves <3

-tyler