Hello, this is the Trickster! I've decided to branch out a bit...which has led to my first crossover story! I trust you're all familiar with Spider-man and Doc Ock...but if you're not quite familiar with the Archie comics, don't worry that much, you'll get what you need by reading the story.

Bear with me, I'm winging it...and please read and review! Questions, comments, compliments, and criticism are welcome. If you flame me I will answer you sarcastically. Now on with the story!

Just a Second Chance

Dr. Otto "Octopus" Octavius has decided to leave his criminal career behind and finds a job teaching science at a high school. But one student knows his secret—and what will it cost for the chance at a legitimate life?

Doctor Octopus, Spider-Man, their alter egos Otto Octavius and Peter Parker, and Mary-Jane Watson are owned by Marvel Comics.

Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Reggie Mantle, Midge Klump, Moose Mason, and Dilton Doiley are owned by Archie Comics.

Christy Anders and Crystal Silver are based on my fan fiction friends C.D. Anders and Agent Silver. I have permission from both of them.

Any other characters are probably mine, unless otherwise noted.

Chapter 1: A Momentous Day at Riverdale High

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…" –Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

In a deserted corner of the main hallway at Riverdale High School, a handsome, well-built senior looked in a mirror as he combed his black hair. Admiring his reflection, he straightened his shirt and accosted a pretty young woman, also with short black hair, wearing a green shirt and blue jeans.

"So Midge…how about a date Saturday night with Mr. Wonderful, that's me, at the theater? We'll even have dinner at Pop Tate's afterwards."

Midge smiled at her would-be suitor. "That's a generous offer, Reggie…I'm just not sure my boyfriend would approve."

"Well…just tell that big oaf Moose you don't want him anymore," Reggie said suavely.

"Well he's not the kind of guy that takes no for an answer," Midge replied. "In fact, here he comes now."

"Oh shit." Moose Mason, all six-foot seven and three hundred pounds of him, came charging down the hall.

"Duh-uh-uh, Reggie…didn't I tell you if you messed with my girl I mess with you?"

Moose's huge fist was about one inch from Reggie's face and Reggie had no desire to be messed with. "Eh…I'm sure you told me once…or twice…or a few times…actually you tell me just about every time you see me with her!"

"Don't play me for a fool, Reggie!" Moose thundered. "You were flirtin' with my girl!"

You are a fool, Reggie thought. "Of course I wasn't flirting, Moose, I was just—uh, asking Midge for yesterday's chemistry assignment."

"Duh-uh…okay, just don't do it again." Moose, assuaged, stomped off.

"You know that since Mr. Flutesnoot retired there's been no chemistry homework," Midge corrected.

"Yeah…but Moose didn't."

Next, two girls passed down the hall. By their body language, one could tell they were best friends, maybe even closer, like sisters.

"You know, Flutesnoot's retirement really hit us all," said one girl, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "I wonder when Mr. Weatherbee will hire a new teacher."

"Who cares, Betty?" asked the other girl. Her long black hair hung loose, only restrained by a blue headband. She wore a matching sleeveless blue dress and blue dress shoes.

"Veronica, your grades are abysmal. Especially in science."

"I have more important things on my exalted mind," Veronica Lodge replied airily. Her father was so filthy rich he made Bill Gates look like a homeless bum.

"Like what? Designer clothes and guys?"

"That's right. And one particular guy who is coming down the hall right now."

At that moment, a fair-skinned, freckled, red-haired boy passed into the hall. He had a friend in tow, a tall, gangly, black-haired boy with a long nose. The friend was busy scarfing down a foot-long Subway sandwich.

"So have you heard?" Archie Andrews, the red-haired boy, asked.

"Heard what, Freckle-nose?" Reggie returned the question with a question.

"They've got a new science teacher. A permanent one, not a substitute this time."

"Oh man, and to think I put Superglue and thumbtacks in the desk chair when I first got here," moaned Reggie.

"Does anyone know who he is yet?" inquired Betty

The black-haired, long-nosed boy, named Forsythe Pendleton Jones but usually called himself Jughead, paused from his sandwich and readjusted his crown-shaped cap. "Nope. Dilton Doiley told me something about him being a famous physicist and all but he knows more about that stuff than I care to."

Mr. Weatherbee, the principal poked his head out his hallway office. "You guys do know that it's only ten minutes until class, do you?" He looked the group over. "You're all in first period chemistry, aren't you?"

Archie nodded.

"You're in for a real treat," Mr. Weatherbee replied. "Hired a new teacher. He had some issues, but he was highly qualified—and he seemed desperate for the job."

"What kind of issues?" asked Betty.

"Mind you, he was the only one who signed up," said Weatherbee. "Not many want to be teachers anymore. Just don't give him any lip, okay?"

Reggie laughed and picked up his backpack. "Nah, why would we?"