AN: YAY! More people have stepped forward and pretty much proved that community page and the other biased people wrong. I don't know why they even rant on here…oh well. I should have just ignored them in the first place, shouldn't I have?

So it seems that some people are upset with Richard Parker being the "villain." Just wait. I promise he's not all bad. He's just…I don't know how to explain it. Read and find out.

Oh, and it would mean a lot if you could tell me if there's anything wrong so far. A few of you have, but the reviews for the problems have been kind of vague. If it gets too OOC or just becomes crappy, please let me know so I can fix it. THANKS!

Peter POV (I don't think this is changing anytime soon…)

"Dr. Connors," I started, but then I realized that I didn't know what to say. I had such a need to visit the great scientist in front of me, but never once did I really go over how to approach him about my…I didn't even know what to call it. So I sat there looking like an idiot.

"Peter?" he asked, obviously figuring out something was wrong.

"Peter has a problem," Gwen said, speaking for me in my frozen state. "Um…Pete…your contacts."

I sighed and turned around slightly, knowing that it was kind of gross to take them out. I held the one flimsy eye piece in my hand, flicking my eyes to Connors' own. "Yeah…kind of do have a problem."

Dr. Connors gasped, blinking twice as if he was trying to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. "P-peter…your eyes…are they red?"

I fidgeted awkwardly, glancing away and replacing the contact. "Uh, yeah. That's why I came to you. My eyesight's been funky lately too. Something's wrong."

Dr. Connors' gaze dropped to the floor, his grip loosening on the floor in his obvious shock. "Peter, do you think your mutations from the spider bite could have picked up again?"

I stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating what had just been confirmed. I was right with my assumption of the spider bite causing my eye mutations. "That's what I thought. I wanted to know if you had any idea of how to stop it."

Connors stared at my face with an unreadable mask. His lips twitched slightly, his eyes moving back and forth by only the tiniest degrees. "Peter, I'm sorry to say this, but I don't know how to help you."

"Are you sure you can't think of anything?" Gwen interrupted before I could say anything, her eyes wide. Was she really that worried about this? Did she expect for worse than the change of my eye color? Something drastic?

Dr. Connors shook his head, affirming his earlier conclusion. "I don't even have the equipment, Gwen. I couldn't run tests or create serums even if I did have a clue of how to help Peter."

Gwen frowned, leaning back and putting her hand on my arm. "Thanks for your help, Dr. Connors. Come on, let's go, Pete."


"Richard, what's with you?"

Richard glanced up at his partner, sighing deeply. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. It started as experiments, Carl. Now we're kidnapping and stealing…treating these experiments like dirt."

Carl glared at Richard with anger, his beady eyes narrowing. "I handle the guards, the money, the building, and all you had to take care of was the experiments. You pull through now, Rick. I've helped fund you, and we've got a lot riding on this."

"I know," Richard breathed, an emotion akin to pain and confusion lacing his voice.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

The girl who was watching them shrieked with terror, the guard pulling her back and throwing her against a wall. Richard and Carl were hardly bothered. Things like this occurred quite frequently and no longer bothered them.

"Hey you stupid thing," the guard growled, "I'm talking to you."

"I'm not a thing," the girl murmured. "My name's not thing. It's Lyn."

The guard laughed, bringing the metal stick he carried down on the side of her leg, watching as she collapsed onto the floor. "I don't care what your name is. To me and this entire company, all you'll ever be is an experiment. A thing."

Lyn shuddered in anger, fresh tears springing to her eyes. She waited until the guard turned around to let them fall though. She refused to give in and let them watch her sob onto the hard, cold floor she had crashed into.

This is what her life had become? Torture? She was sick of being treated like she was some abandoned pet on the street. She was a person, not just an experiment.

"Your name's not thing," Richard said, standing in front of her. She had heard his approach, and she had hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"I know, it's Lyn," she insisted. Trying to keep her sniffles silent.

"No," Richard protested. "It's not Lyn anymore."

The girl glanced up at him, indifference settling in over her features. She had expected him to answer with something similar to that.

"It's not Lyn because you're not just a normal girl anymore," Richard explained, his usual coldness returning to him as he tried to tell himself that he wasn't talking to a person. He was talking to an intelligent animal and nothing more. He had himself almost convinced. Almost. "You need a fighting name. The name of a villain."

"And what would that be?" Lyn asked, a small bit of curiosity leaking into her voice. If they were really naming her, then would she be more than a thing? More than just an experiment?

As soon as the cruel and demanding smile crossed Richard's face, Lyn knew it would never happen. They were just giving her a title, not a place in the company or building. "Well, I hear you're pretty fast." Richard paused and pulled her to her feet. "Aren't you?" Lyn nodded, encouraging the man to finish. Richard smirked once again, announcing, "Well then, if you're so swift, then you'll be Nova. Like an explosion. A star."

Lyn glanced down at the floor. Nova. To her it sounded like a name that required respect. She promised herself that she was going to get it too. If not from Richard, then from someone else. Someone she'd battle. Someone on the street. Maybe even Spider-Man.


I opened my door with frustration, slamming it behind me. Great, just great. Dr. Connors couldn't do anything to help me, and with my luck I'd probably sprout two extra pairs of arms.

"Peter?" Aunt May called, poking her head around the living room corner. "You alright?"

Feeling the need not to lie, I answered, "Um…I've been better."

Aunt May smiled slightly, starting to turn around. "You can always talk to me. You know that right?"

I nodded, and feeling satisfied with my answer, she headed back into the living room.

As soon as she was gone I let out a sigh, trudging to my room with a million thoughts on my mind. They were all gone in an instant as my phone began to ring, my focus instantly tuning into it.

"Hello?" I said without checking the caller id.

"Hey," Gwen replied.

I sat straighter. "Gwen? Is there something wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong," she answered, proving my fears wrong. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. After that talk with Dr. Connors you literally walked me to my apartment and then ran away. So yeah, just checking up on you."

"Sorry, Gwen," I grumbled, feeling bad for leaving her at the door like that. "I just have a lot on my mind.

"I understand," she responded. "So, um…you gonna drop by later?"

"Yeah, sure," I confirmed, glancing out at the darkening sky. "I'm just going to patrol the city for a while first. You know, stop muggers and all that. The usual."

"Be careful," she ordered, everything about how she said it incredibly serious.

"'Kay," I said. "Bye, Gwen."

"Bye, Pete."

I hung up and tossed the phone onto my bed, approaching my closet and opening it to reveal my suit hung up in the back. I was ready to go out, but I had the feeling that something was off. It was like a feeling similar to an advanced spider sense, but it was different at the same time. No matter the odd presentiment, I still had to go out onto the streets, so I pulled the suit out of the closet. I changed quickly, and with one last glance at my room, I leapt out my window.