Author's Note: I don't own Spider-Man or anything tied to Marvel comics. This is mainly for entertainment. This is my own re-telling of Spidey's origins and his encounters with women like Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson or Felicia Hardy. Even I don't know who he may end up with. A lot of the focus will be on the action and on the villains as well as Peter trying to find out who he is. So anyways, Enjoy!


Someone wise once said that 'Our eyes reflect our lives…' As Peter Parker opened his own eyes, he thought of that particular quote. 'Well, whoever said that clearly wasn't living my life, that's for sure.' a disgruntled Peter said in his mind.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Peter had turned toward his nightstand and saw a small, not-so intimidating spider crawling on his lamp beside the blaring alarm clock. It had already started to form a web. Disgusted, he wiped off the spider and took off the web as fast as he could. Dusting his hands off, Peter laid back in bed, not wanting to get up.

'Why must it be Monday?' he thought to himself.

Looking around from left to right, he saw an untidy room meet his eyes. Several weights were littered all over the floor. His own clothes were thrown all over the room making it look as if a hurricane had hit. His computer had a crack on the right hand corner of the screen and books laid on his computer table with the bindings stretched to their full capacity and looking as if they had been read halfway. Half-ripped posters of all kinds covered almost all the walls.

What caught his eye the most was a picture of his mother and father stationed on top of his nightstand. He immediately felt a bit more depressed. He still had not had a clear, distinct explanation as to why his parents ran off unexpectedly leaving him with his generous relatives Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

'My eyes tell me I have a messed up life.' He thought and felt a bit morose and miserable.

Parker sat up and rubbed his neck. He let out a long sigh and eventually made his way over to the alarm clock which had continued to blare. Annoyed now, he stopped it by hitting it with the palm of his hand. "Can't you tell I'm up already?" he asked it shaking his head.

There was then a gentle knocking behind his closed door. A soft voice emanated from it. "Peter. It's time to wake up. I made bacon and eggs, honey."

"Alright, Aunt May." He nodded and proceeded to get dressed.

"At least some of us in the house rises and shines. I have yet to do any of that." he muttered as he went through his closet and picked out a random shirt. His closet also contained a large collection of skateboards attached.

Indeed Peter Parker was not exactly living the high life. As so he thinks every second of every day. He was only 17 and practically everything seemed to be against him. Bullies made his life miserable making him run away from them and sometimes getting ridiculed. Teachers were becoming unbearable as they didn't know what they were talking about. Peter often corrected them at times which in the process, got him detention. Girls were also an obstacle. As he had no girlfriend, Peter always thought when he was going to get one.

'But I can't complain about myself today. It'll make me worse…' Peter thought as he headed down to the kitchen once he was dressed.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Peter rubbed his eyes and tried to wake himself up. 'I really wish we had 10-hour sleep days for us students.' He thought with distaste.

"Mornin.'" was his only reply as he got to the kitchen table.

"Hey big guy…" His Uncle Ben looked up from the newspaper. "What? Did you pull an all nighter? Or did any of those science books knock you out?" He chuckled.

"Hey Uncle Ben…I see you still have your usual humor for your old age." Peter said sitting down.

"Hey! He comes into the kitchen with a zinger!" his uncle laughed again. "Nice to know you're not dead." he patted him on the shoulder.

"Honestly Peter, you look tired." His Aunt May said as she put his breakfast down in front of him. "I agree that you should study. Just not too much."

"Not a morning person, I guess." Peter replied as he bit into his toast.

"Well, hey gotta wake up, buddo. After all, didn't you say you had a field trip this afternoon?"

Peter's eyes opened a little more slightly. Indeed a field trip did sound pleasant. Peter also remembered that it was to be at OsCorp. Oscorp was the country's ultimate science corporation. It was responsible for the latest technology to date. The company's founder Norman Osborn was the main boss of it all. The founder's son was also someone he knew well.

"Yeah…" Uncle Ben began. "Now you're starting to remember. So you better put on a happy face. It's what I like to see every once in a while, you know." He said as he sipped his coffee.

"Ah, don't worry Uncle Ben. One day you'll see me be the happiest kid in the whole, wide world." he joked.

"Not too happy though. Even I want you to be sensible and honest."

"Right." Peter replied as he grabbed his backpack and camera. He was the school newspaper's photographer. The fact that he was going on a field trip meant that the student council wanted him to take pictures of anything exciting at OsCorp. "I got to go then. See you guys later!" he waved.

"Be careful, Peter!" Aunt May called out.

"Like I'm not..." Peter mumbled as soon as he closed the door to his house. Taking out his skateboard, he set off to go to school. As he rode off, he decided that today he was going to ask his aunt and uncle what really happened to his parents. 'Enough's enough.' he thought. It was going to be the truth or nothing.

Midtown High was your typical, average high school. Jocks ruled it. Most girls were attractive. Teachers taught it. It was that simple to understand. To Peter, he seemed unfazed by his fellow student's interests. Most were cheering about a typical basketball game. The majority were talking about break-up related incidents. Parties and clubs were 75% of the conversations. Peter was not involved with much. He wore his careless expression as he passed by boy and girl alike.

He quickly picked up his skateboard as soon as he saw the principal giving him a stern expression. As Peter made his way down the hallway, a voice called out from behind. "Yo Pete! What the hell, man?"

Peter grimaced as he saw his best friend, the son of Norman Osborn, Harry Osborn, making his way toward him.

"What up? What up?" Peter said in his usual lingo.

Harry was a boy his age, who was a millimeter taller than Peter with a plain face and short hair. His glasses were slightly slimmer than Peter's, making him a bit more appealing.

"What's this I hear about you not going to the party tonight?" he asked.

"'Hello, Harry nice to you too.'" Peter said annoyed.

"Come on. Seriously man, what is up with that?"

"I just don't feel like going that's all. I mean I can have other things to do, you know."

"I'm trying to get you out, dude. You text me saying you rather read more of those damn books?" Harry whispered as they made their way inside the classroom.

"I'm glad you're so concerned over my lack of life rather than my education..." Peter cocked his head in emphasis.

"Dude, I'm trying to get us noticed. Especially you." Harry started as soon as they sat. "Our reputations are on the line here, man!"

"No offense, Harry. But what reputations?" he shook his head.

"Man, I'm not giving up in trying to get us noticed Pete. We gotta live life while it's still full, you know?"

Shaking his head, Peter replied. "This is Flash Thompson's party, Flash Thompson." Peter repeated. Flash was the all-star captain of the Basketball team. He had led the team to victory three consecutive times. He was also Peter's bully.

"Besides does me going really going to be any help? I know you need a wing-man or whatever the term is called. I know Gwen Stacy is going to be there and I know you have the hots for her, as almost every guy here in the school does. I know you need someone with you so you won't look pathetic." Peter said.

Harry immediately motioned for Peter to be quiet as soon as Gwen, a blonde girl made her way in and took her seat up ahead. For a split second, Peter considered what Harry was trying to tell him. Gwen had looks and a body that drove any guy crazy.

His next door neighbor on the other hand, Mary-Jane Watson, was a wonderful sight. Peter could not stop looking at her. Sure, she rivaled Gwen Stacy. But it didn't matter. Peter wished he could have her. She was seated on the left side corner of the room finishing her work. Her face looked like an angel from heaven. 'Even without all that make-up she's wearing, she's still good-looking.' he thought.

In a hushed whisper, Harry continued the conversation."Heard Mary-Jane's going."

Peter could swear that sometimes Harry could read his mind. "What?"

"Yeah, man. So that's why you gotta come. Talk to her, you know?"

He had never spoken to Mary Jane before. He didn't know when and how to start. Peter shook his head. "I don't know. We'll see."

The teacher Mr. Brenard came in and immediately began the lecture.

"This field trip we're going to. This is gonna be weird man." Harry whispered.

"Why's that?"

"I don't know man. I just got a feeling."

"You and your feelings." Peter shook his head in disbelief. "This is your dad's company we're going to. You been there a million times! How can it be weird?"

"Mr. Parker?"

Peter turned his head back around to face the teacher, Mr. Brenard. "Yes?"

"The very fate of the class rests in your hands, Mr. Parker. What is the answer to the question I just asked?" he asked while other members in the class snickered and rolled their eyes.

Peter looked bewildered.

"We're not going on this trip until you give an answer, Parker."

Shouts of 'come on' and 'are you kidding?' as well as 'you better answer this...' were heard.

Peter sighed and gave up.

"Newton surpassed Aristotle and Force was irrelevant for motion."

"Thank You. Mr. Parker. Class, you should all possess Parker's initiative. That's why I'm giving all of you a quiz tomorrow on Issac Newton. Believe me, it's going to be part of your grade."

The whole class groaned and moaned all at once.

"Now, come on the bus is waiting." Mr. Brenard said as he led the class out.

As Peter went out of the room, he could hear the scolding from several students. Peter thought he heard Flash behind him. He walked faster to the bus.

"I think you were right." Peter said as he sat down next to Harry.

"What do you mean?"

"About having a bad feeling about this trip. I'm starting to feel it." Peter said hopelessly as he caught a glimpse of flash cracking his knuckles and giving Peter a mean look.

Peter could tell that Flash didn't like doing more schoolwork. He was a basketball player. Flash's life was all about anything basketball. Anything else to him was immaterial. The fact that his time was about to be wasted in studying meant that Peter had every reason to fear now.

Finally arriving downtown, the bus stopped. Everyone stepped off with Peter getting off the bus last. He looked at the outside of the building.

OSCORP was spread out on top of the building in bold bright letters. Harry stood right next to him. "Yep. Nice to know she hasn't changed."

Peter chuckled. "This is your one million and one time so far right?"


They made their way in. The tour guide was then presented. "Hello class. I'm an intern for the cross species genetics division. My name is Laurie. Make your way around and ask any questions that may pop up."

In an absentminded manner, Peter eventually found himself at a table where a large, rectangular glass box was placed. The transparent box stored several small containers in rows, holding in strange looking spiders. They were of an unusual color. Peter squinted and tried to understand what was so special about them.

"Careful, they bite." a voice said behind him.

Peter turned around and saw Gwen Stacy. He thought he was going to have a heart attack right then and there. Her beauty was that overwhelming. "Oh um...hi." he said scratching the back of his head nervously and fixed his glasses properly as quick as he could.

"You're like the first one so far that actually has an interest for creepy-looking creatures." she said smiling.

"Well, not really. I hate spiders."

"I know what you mean. You should see my basement. We got a hell of an infestation there."

Peter chuckled weakly and nodded.

"You're Peter Parker, aren't you?"

"Uh, yes. I think I am. No, I mean I-I am." he nodded while smiling and trying to regain his composure.

"I'm Gwen."

"Yes, I know who you are."

"Okay here's the deal. I just thought you should know. Flash and his friends are planning to ambush you and beat you up. You have a chance to hide. Don't talk!" Gwen raised a hand signaling that he shouldn't speak. "You have a chance to run."

"But I-I What do you .."

"Just hide!"

Gwen pointed at a hallway stairwell behind him.

Peter looked back at Gwen and then saw Flash and his friends running toward him.

That was when he ran out to the stairwell.

'I knew today was going to be a bad day.' he thought as he ran upwards.