[Marvel : Spoiling Spider-man] Chapter 246 - 250

Chapter 246: Rhodes Is Seriously Injured

[On the plane, Captain America noticed that Rhodes was still in pursuit, so he immediately pushed the Quinjet’s engines to full power, accelerating at maximum speed to try and shake off Rhodey and Tony.]

[Sam was also flying behind them. Rhodes, noticing him on radar, immediately called out to Vision: "Vision, I’ve got a tail!"]

[At that moment, Sam locked onto Rhodes and fired a missile from his shoulder launcher. The missile split mid-air, releasing several smaller warheads that exploded around Rhodey.]

[The sudden blasts threw Rhodey off balance, making it difficult to stabilize his flight. He urged again, "Vision! Do you read me? Take out his thrusters! Turn him into a hang glider!"]

[Vision, who had been distracted watching Wanda on the ground, finally turned his head and fired a beam of energy at Sam’s thrusters.]

[But at that moment, Sam spotted the beam, and in a split-second reaction, he folded his wings and curled into a ball, dropping altitude to evade the attack.]

[However, Rhodey was unintentionally in the direct path of the beam. Before he could react, it passed through his chest, hitting the Arc Reactor at the core of his armor.]

[With his power source completely destroyed, Rhodey's suit shut down instantly. The Iron Patriot armor lost all function, and he began plummeting through the sky in free fall.]

[Darkness surrounded him. The wind roared in his ears as he spun uncontrollably, his altitude dropping rapidly. He was helpless.]

[Tony immediately sensed something was wrong. He stopped pursuing Captain America and Bucky, his heart dropping as he looked down. "Rhodey?"]

[Realizing the danger, he instantly dove downward at full speed. "Rhodey!!!" he shouted desperately.]

[Sam, seeing what had happened, also dived after him.]

[Inside his failing armor, Rhodey struggled to call for help. "Tony… I lost power!" His voice was weak, barely audible over the rushing wind.]

[The rapid descent and spinning became too much. Rhodey’s vision blurred, and soon, he lost consciousness.]

[Tony pushed his suit to the limit, desperately trying to catch up. "Rod!!!" he screamed.]

[But it was too late. Rhodey crashed onto the ground at full velocity, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.]

[Tony and Sam landed seconds later. Tony was the first to rush over, ripping off his helmet as he ran to Rhodey’s side. He hurriedly removed Rhodey’s mask, his heart pounding.]

[Rhodey’s face was bruised, blood trickling from his nose. His body lay motionless.]

[Tony pressed his hand against Rhodey’s chest. "Vitals?! Read his vitals!" he ordered.]

[Friday responded immediately: "Heartbeat detected. Emergency medical services are on the way."]

[Tony exhaled sharply, momentarily relieved.]

[Sam stood a short distance away, looking at Rhodey’s unconscious form with regret. "I’m sorry," he said solemnly.]

[Without a word, Tony fired a repulsor blast at Sam, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling onto the ground. Only then did Tony finally look away, focusing entirely on Rhodey.]

[Vision hovered nearby, staring down at Rhodey’s unconscious body. His face remained expressionless, but something was clearly going through his mind.]

"Oh my God… Rhodey! Is he going to be okay?" Coulson’s voice was filled with concern as he watched the scene unfold.

Natasha’s expression shifted slightly. It was unbelievable that Vision—a being of pure logic—had miscalculated so disastrously.

Logically speaking, Vision should have been able to predict the trajectory of his own beam attack. Jarvis could have done it. So why did Vision, a more advanced version, fail?

"Damn it!" Tony clenched his fists. "I should’ve installed a parachute in that suit!"

"Jarvis!" he barked. "Mark this as a priority upgrade. The next time I get back, remind me immediately."

Banner, listening, nodded in agreement. Unlike Tony and Rhodey, he didn’t need a parachute—the Hulk would always save him from a fall. But for Tony and Rhodey? Precautions were necessary.

Meanwhile, Rhodey himself watched the footage of his own brutal fall with a disgruntled expression.

"Seriously? I’m the only one who got wrecked in this whole battle?" he complained. "I got hit by a tanker truck, pummeled by Scott, and now shot out of the sky by Vision of all people?!"

Rhodey groaned. "Did the universe just decide I needed to take all the L’s today?!"

Even Captain America looked tense. This was all because of him.

If Rhodey didn’t survive, he would have to live with that guilt forever.

Rhodey, seeing Cap’s guilt-ridden expression, sighed. "Relax, Cap. I’m just messing with you." He waved it off with a tired smile.

"Okay, enough small talk," Tony cut in. "We’re almost there."

Elsewhere, Wanda and Pietro had yet to volunteer for Baron Strucker’s experiments. They still participated in protests and anti-war movements, unaware of the true power hidden within them.

Baron Strucker, however, had plans. He didn’t care about their ideals—he wanted to study them.

His men were already en route to capture them. But then, new intel arrived—Tony Stark and his team were also heading there.

Strucker was torn. Should he risk it?

His assistant advised against it. Hydra was in full dormancy right now. If they clashed with Tony Stark and his team, it would draw attention and potentially expose their base.

Even worse, if their existence was revealed, Alexander Pierce—another Hydra leader—would throw them under the bus in an instant.

Reluctantly, Strucker backed off. He would let Stark have his moment.

For now.

Back in Wanda and Pietro’s apartment, the two were unaware of the incoming visitors.

That was until they heard screaming from outside. A fighter jet had landed on the street.

Shocked, Wanda and Pietro rushed to the window. Their eyes widened as they saw Tony Stark and Captain America standing outside their door.

There was a knock.

Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances before hesitantly opening it.

Standing there, Tony Stark gave them a small smile.

"Hi," he greeted.

Without hesitation, Wanda slammed the door shut in his face.

Tony blinked.

"Wait… What?" he asked, completely baffled.

Captain America sighed, stepping forward. "Let me handle this."

Tony shrugged and stepped aside.

Cap knocked again.

"Wanda, open the door. It’s me—Captain America. I think we need to talk."

Chapter 247: The Twins’ Crossroads

Just as Tony and his team located Wanda and Pietro, another S.H.I.E.L.D. squad tracked down Sam Wilson, the Falcon. Facing the agents who came to find him, Sam had long known this day would come.

Ever since his public appearance on the screen, he had been recognized. He didn’t expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to act so efficiently, but he was prepared. With a resigned sigh, he gathered his belongings and got into their car, ready to face whatever came next.

Meanwhile, in a modest home, Wanda and Pietro sat in silence, torn between their emotions. They had spent years longing for vengeance against Tony Stark, blaming him for their parents' deaths. But after watching Tony’s actions unfold, their perspective began to shift.

It became painfully clear—Tony Stark had not directly caused the war that took their family. He had merely manufactured the weapons. The true villains were those who wielded them to incite destruction. Obadiah Stane, for instance, was one of those men.

Upon learning that Tony had halted weapon production the moment he realized its devastating consequences, the twins were forced to reconsider their hatred.

They had also witnessed the bravery and integrity of Captain America and his allies. Pietro, especially, began questioning whether they were truly enemies. Perhaps they shared the same goal—a desire for justice.

Both Wanda and Pietro had always sought justice, hoping for a peaceful world. It was a dream that Captain America and even Stark himself seemed to share.

Yet, for Wanda, it was difficult to let go of years of resentment. Standing face-to-face with the man she had blamed for so long, her heart wavered.

A flood of unfamiliar emotions surged through her, so overwhelming that she instinctively turned away. Panic gripped her as she reached for the door, slamming it shut behind her with a loud bang.

It was as if shutting the door would block out everything—Tony, the painful memories, and the confusion swelling inside her.

Pietro, equally unsettled, tightened his grip around an old, slightly yellowed photograph. His eyes locked onto the familiar faces frozen in time, his mind spiraling back to that fateful day.

The horrors of war resurfaced like a relentless tide, threatening to drown him. And yet, as he watched Tony’s story unfold through the mysterious screen, he found it harder and harder to place all the blame on him.

Yes, the bomb that had taken their parents bore the Stark name. But hadn’t fate played a cruel trick on them as well? Had things been slightly different, the catastrophe might have been even worse. After all, the powerful bomb had never actually detonated.

A firm knock on the door pulled Pietro from his thoughts.

“Wanda? Pietro?” Captain America’s voice called out.

Pietro hesitated before exhaling sharply and stepping toward the door. He hesitated for only a moment before pulling it open.

Captain America frowned slightly. “What’s going on? You took a while to open up.”

Pietro looked at the Captain for a moment before greeting him softly, “Captain.” He then stepped aside to let them in.

Uncertain of the twins’ emotions, Captain America cautiously entered, followed by Tony and Clint Barton.

“If there’s something on your mind, you can talk to us,” Steve offered sincerely. “I know this is our first meeting, but we’re all here to help.”

Wanda took a sharp breath, her fingers curling at her sides. Her gaze flickered between Tony and Steve before she forced herself to speak.

“No… we’re fine,” she muttered. “It’s just… we don’t want to see Tony Stark right now.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up. “What?” He blinked, glancing between them. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave. No problem.” He raised his hands in surrender and took a step toward the door.

“Wait,” Pietro suddenly called out.

Wanda turned sharply to look at him, but he met her gaze with unwavering seriousness. “We can’t keep living in the past, Wanda. It’s only hurting us.”

Tony frowned. A strange uneasiness settled in his gut. Did he somehow cause more harm than he realized?

Pietro turned to Tony, his voice steady but firm. “Stark, for years, we wanted nothing more than to tear you apart—to avenge our parents.”

Tony recoiled. “Whoa—what?” His hands instinctively moved to his chest, as if expecting to be impaled at any second.

Rhodey immediately tensed, prepared to intervene, while Steve shot Pietro a wary glance.

“Relax,” Pietro said, sighing. “We’ve come to understand some things.”

Steve took the initiative to defuse the tension. “Then tell us,” he urged. “We’re listening.”

Pietro exhaled and began recounting their past. Wanda stood silently beside him, her expression unreadable.

“We were ten years old,” Pietro started, his voice carrying the weight of painful memories. “It was an ordinary dinner. Our parents, Wanda, and I—just the four of us.”

“Then the first shell hit,” Wanda whispered, her voice trembling. “It tore a hole through two floors below us, leaving nothing but a gaping abyss.”

“Our parents fell in,” Pietro continued. “The house started collapsing. I grabbed Wanda and we rolled under the bed.”

“Then the second shell came,” Wanda murmured. “But it didn’t explode. It landed in the rubble, just one meter away from us.”

She clenched her fists. “And on it—”

“Was your name,” Pietro finished grimly. “STARK.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Tony swallowed hard.

“We were trapped there for two days,” Pietro continued, his voice eerily calm. “Two whole days of pure terror. Every second, we thought this is it. This is when it explodes.”

Wanda’s voice was quiet but sharp. “For two days, you could have killed us at any moment.”

Tony’s throat tightened.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I truly am. I never intended for this to happen… but that doesn’t change what you went through.”

He let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know my weapons would cause you so much pain.”

Wanda’s eyes burned red.

For years, her hatred had fueled her. And now, standing before the man she had blamed for so long, she was lost.

Because he wasn’t the monster she had built in her mind.

Everyone stood in silence, unsure of what to say. Even Steve struggled to find words.

Tony stared at the ground. He had spent years making amends for his past, but some wounds would never truly heal.

Wanda’s hands trembled at her sides. The storm of emotions within her was too much.

And then, it happened.

Her power surged.

A crimson glow pulsed around her, flickering like wildfire as her emotions overwhelmed her.

Her true power was awakening.

Chapter 248: Revisiting the First Spider-Man’s Story

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Tony looked at Wanda and Pietro with sincerity in his eyes.

"I made mistakes," he admitted. "But I’m doing my best to make up for them. Give me a chance… okay?"

Wanda closed her eyes briefly, letting out a slow exhale as the red glow in her pupils faded. When she opened them again, her lips curled slightly.

"Yeah… okay, Mr. Savior," she teased.

Tony let out a relieved sigh at her remark. The fact that Wanda could joke with him—even if sarcastically—meant that her hostility toward him was gradually melting away.

The twins had already been reflecting on their emotions for some time. Watching different versions of Spider-Man in their respective universes, each bearing their own burdens yet choosing to push forward, had deeply moved them.

Seeing how those Spider-Men shouldered responsibility despite their suffering, Wanda and Pietro had come to a realization: their powers were not meant for revenge, but for protecting those who needed them.

Even if their abilities were still weak now, they had the potential to grow stronger.

With that understanding, their resentment toward Tony Stark had slowly faded. If possible, they wanted to join the Avengers and use their strength for the greater good.

Pietro, however, couldn't help but wonder about something.

Although the future broadcasts had shown Wanda’s immense power, he himself had never appeared in those crucial events. Yet, he refused to believe he was just an ordinary person. Something inside him told him that he, too, had an important role to play, even if he hadn’t seen it yet.

Captain America studied the twins thoughtfully before speaking.

"It's not safe for you to stay here," Steve said. "You should come with us."

Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances. After a moment of silent agreement, they nodded.

Seeing things resolve so smoothly, the tension in the room lifted.

Clint Barton stepped forward with a friendly smile. "Hey, Wanda."

Wanda tilted her head slightly, looking at him with interest. In the visions of the future, her older self had trusted Barton enough to leave Stark’s custody with him. Because of that, she already had a good impression of him.

"Hello, Clint," she greeted back, her tone light but warm.

Barton chuckled. "Guess we’re already friends in a way."

Before Wanda could respond, another voice chimed in.

"Ah, my name’s Banner," Bruce introduced himself to Pietro. "I wasn’t around during the Civil War in Sky Screen, but I’m guessing it’s because… well, my big guy isn’t exactly the easiest to control."

"Big guy?" Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"The Hulk," Banner clarified with a small smile. "You’ve heard of him, right? Big green rage monster?"

Wanda and Pietro both widened their eyes slightly in recognition. They had, of course, heard of the Hulk—but they hadn’t realized that the man standing before them was him.

Realizing that their reaction might seem rude, Wanda quickly spoke up.

"Sorry," she said. "We didn’t mean to—"

Banner waved it off. "Don’t worry about it. I get that look all the time," he said with a chuckle. "Just hoping I can figure out how to control him before another war breaks out."

Before the conversation could continue, Rhodey, who had been keeping watch near the window, spoke up.

"We should get moving," he said. "A lot of people are noticing the Quinjet. The longer we stay, the more trouble we might attract."

Tony and the others nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, another team had successfully located Scott Lang before Tony’s group arrived.

The moment they met, Scott opened his mouth to introduce himself—only to be cut off by Natasha Romanoff.

"No need," she said. "We’ve already done our research on you. And as for us… I’m pretty sure Sky Screen’s done plenty of introductions, don’t you think?"

Scott blinked before shrugging. "Yeah, okay. That saves me the trouble."

Coulson, standing nearby, observed Scott with amusement. The man was almost as talkative as Spider-Man. During their trip back, Scott had bombarded Coulson with endless questions.

Only Coulson had the patience to answer some of them.

Back at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury finally met Wanda, Pietro, and Scott in person. The three expressed interest in joining the Avengers. However, Fury remained cautious.

"This isn’t a decision I can make on my own," Fury told them. "You’ll be evaluated first. We don’t just let anyone in."

Given their current state, the twins and Scott were still, for all intents and purposes, ordinary people. They had potential, but they weren’t quite Avengers material yet. At best, they would be considered reserves.

Just as their conversation was wrapping up, a familiar voice suddenly echoed across the Sky Screen.

[“It was never an accident that Peter Parker became Spider-Man. It was inevitable! There are no coincidences in fate’s choices. No super spider? It doesn’t matter. Any spider will do! As long as there is a vessel, the rest is inconsequential!”]

[“Just as in the universe of the Third Generation Spider-Man, where there was no Osborn Industries and no genetically enhanced spider, yet he was still destined to become Spider-Man. It is a fate as certain as Tony Stark becoming Iron Man.”]

[“Across the infinite multiverse, every Peter Parker shares one thing in common—tragedy. Before they gain their powers, they are bullied nobodies. After they gain their powers, they all suffer the loss of the people they love the most.”]

[“The first-generation Peter Parker was no different. He, too, was once a bullied high school student. Today, let’s take a look back at his past—how he was tormented and how he eventually became Spider-Man…”]

A horrified cry echoed in the Sky Screen.

"Oh, NO! Please, don’t do this!!!"

First-Gen Spider-Man shouted toward the sky, his face twisted in despair.

Nearby, the first Gwen Stacy watched him curiously.

Her gaze flickered back to the Sky Screen with growing interest. Just what kind of suffering had this Peter Parker endured in high school to make him react like this?

Otto Octavius stared at the screen, stunned for a moment—before bursting into laughter.

"Hah! So it’s finally being revealed!" Otto exclaimed, still chuckling. "I remember when I asked him about it, and he insisted it wasn’t that bad!"

Gwen, unable to hold back her own amusement, covered her mouth as she giggled.

Across the room, however, one man was significantly less amused.

The first gen Flash Thompson sat stiffly, his expression darkening.

He knew what was about to be shown. His days of bullying Peter Parker in school were about to be exposed for everyone to see. Even though he had moved past those days, the thought of the entire multiverse watching made him uncomfortable.

And then, the narration resumed.

[The familiar voice of the first Peter Parker rang out: “Who am I? Do you really want to know? Only cowards should turn away from my story!”]

[“If anyone tells you this is a happy little tale, that I was just an ordinary, carefree guy... they’re lying.”]

[“But I assure you—this story, like any great one, begins with a girl. That’s her. The girl next door. Mary Jane Watson.”]

On the Sky Screen, a young Mary Jane Watson appeared.

She was on a school bus, laughing and chatting with her classmates.

She looked so happy, so carefree.

Chapter 249: The Unwelcome First Generation Spider-Man

Mary Jane gazed at the younger version of herself in high school, a flood of mixed emotions surging through her heart. She missed the First Generation Spider-Man. Every time she saw Gwen being so close to him at a party, a sense of inferiority crept over her.

Fortunately, Harry had always cared for her—his first love, the girl who held a special place in his heart. Although many suitors tried to get close to Harry, he never crossed the line.

Mary Jane had come to realize the mistakes she had made in the past. Now, she clung closely to Harry, a man who was not only wealthy and well-known but also willing to make real sacrifices for Spider-Man.

A man like him was rare. Mary Jane understood this clearly. She had already lost one boy who once had eyes only for her; she couldn't afford to lose another.

First Gen Spider-Man rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh. No matter what, fate had a way of catching up to him.

Let the storm come. Let it rage on.

Beside him, Gwen Stacy gently took his hand in hers, giving him silent support. Across from them sat Gwen’s parents—her father, George Stacy, and her mother, Helen.

While the world looked at Spider-Man with curiosity and admiration, the two elders felt something more profound—heartache. This young man had endured countless hardships, yet he remained steadfast in his ideals.

Despite the wealth he had accumulated from his copyright royalties—more than enough to live luxuriously for multiple lifetimes—he still chose to put his life on the line every day to fight crime.

This rare quality of perseverance and selflessness was what they admired most about him.

[“I fell in love with her before I even liked girls. I really wanted to say that the person sitting next to her should be me.”]

[The camera focused on Flash Thompson hugging Mary Jane before shifting to a chubby guy eating a sandwich across from them.]

[“Well, being him wouldn’t be so bad either.” First Gen Spider-Man laughed at himself, just as a frantic hand began banging on the school bus window.]

[“Hey! Stop the bus! Please, tell him to stop! Hey! Stop!!!” First Gen Spider-Man was seen running after the moving school bus, desperately trying to get on.]

[Inside the bus, the students burst into laughter at his predicament, even the driver chuckling at his misfortune. Some passengers playfully suggested he take a taxi instead.]

[Finally, Mary Jane couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped forward and shouted to the driver, “Stop the bus! He’s been chasing us since Woodhaven Road!”]

[With a reluctant sigh, the driver finally hit the brakes. First Gen Spider-Man staggered onto the bus, panting as he apologized, “Thanks… Sorry, I’m late!”]

[Before he could finish his sentence, a crumpled paper ball flew at his face. He didn’t react, merely glancing at his classmates before silently walking toward the back of the bus.]

[The mocking laughter continued. A girl with twin ponytails casually placed her hand on the seat next to her and sneered, “Don’t even think about it.”]

[Another classmate chimed in, “You’re pathetic, Parker!”]

[One of Flash’s lackeys looked back. Flash gave him a knowing nod, prompting the guy to smirk at First Gen Spider-Man.]

[As he walked down the aisle, every seat was deliberately occupied, leaving him nowhere to sit. When he finally spotted Mary Jane, he smiled faintly, hoping for some kindness. But he failed to notice a foot sticking out in his path. In the next moment, he tripped, crashing onto the bus floor to the sound of more laughter.]

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair at the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room, smirking. "Wow. That’s rough. Looks like he had it even worse than the Second Gen Peter Parker. Seems like everybody hated him back then."

Rhodey shook his head. "Yeah… I wonder if they’ll regret it?"

Clint Barton replied in his usual calm tone, "Of course they will. If any of them had reached out to help him in those moments, they would’ve earned his eternal gratitude."

And regret they did.

Many of them had already felt remorse the moment these broadcasts started playing. But it was too late.

The First Gen Spider-Man had long since outgrown them. He was in a league of his own now.

Gwen squeezed his hand, her heart aching for the boy he used to be. He returned a reassuring smile, silently telling her he had moved on.

Harry Osborn, watching the scene unfold, recalled how he had always been on Peter’s side in those days. The memories of their high school years brought a nostalgic smile to his lips.

But Mary Jane…

Though she remained expressionless, deep down, a sense of melancholy crept into her heart.

[“Students of Midtown High, stop wandering off! Stay in line—hey, stop messing around!”]

[A black teacher scolded a group of students as he confiscated a bouncing ball from one of them.]

[“Listen up! It’s a privilege to be here! We are guests at the Columbia University Academy of Science. So behave yourselves! Don’t embarrass me like you did at the planetarium last time!”]

[As he spoke, Mary Jane turned her head slightly and caught sight of Peter walking behind her. Seeing that she was looking in his direction, Peter raised his eyebrows, his heart leaping with hope.]

[But he failed to notice two girls walking in the same direction, waving to Mary Jane. His hopeful smile quickly faded as he realized he had misunderstood.]

[Sighing in disappointment, First Gen Spider-Man followed the crowd inside. At that moment, a sleek luxury car pulled up in front of the building.]

[Inside the car, Harry Osborn looked at his father, exasperated. "Can we go around the corner instead?"]

[Norman Osborn frowned. "Why? The entrance is right here."]

[“Dad! They’re public school students. Do you really want me stepping out of a Rolls-Royce in front of them?”]

[Norman scoffed. "What, would you rather I drive you here in a beat-up Jetta? Just because that fancy private school I sent you to kicked you out?"]

["That school wasn't right for me!" Harry retorted.]

["Of course, it was! Don't be ashamed of who you are!" Norman snapped, eyes narrowing.]

[Harry clenched his jaw but struggled to explain. "I’m not ashamed of myself, I just…"]

["Just what, Harry?" Norman asked coldly.]

[Harry sighed. "Forget it."]

[At that moment, he spotted Peter outside the building. His expression softened as he opened the car door and stepped out. "Peter!"]

[Hearing his name, Peter turned around and smiled. "Hey, Harry!"]

[Harry jogged over, giving Peter a friendly pat on the back. "Hey, man! You doing okay?"]

[Together, the two walked into Columbia University, side by side.]

Chapter 250: Nanotechnology

“Oh! That’s our school! I didn’t expect the First Generation had visited before… even if it’s not the same world.”

Second Gen Spider-Man was a little surprised, glancing at Gwen, who nodded beside him.

Harry sighed when he saw his dad on the screen—back when he was still normal.

Now, his dad was locked away in a mental institution.

Even though First Gen Spider-Man had subdued and even cured him, it didn’t erase the crimes Norman had committed. He had killed members of Oscorp’s board of directors and even a general from the Department of Defense.

If the Sky Screen hadn’t revealed the Green Goblin’s existence to the public—if the judge hadn’t considered the impact of his dual personality disorder—Norman would have faced a far harsher punishment.

[“Harry, don’t you have a backpack?” Norman called from behind, handing it over.]

[“Thanks, Dad!” Harry grinned before introducing his father to First Gen Spider-Man. “Peter, this is my dad—Norman Osborn!”]

[“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Norman stepped forward, shaking First Gen Spider-Man’s hand.]

[“It’s an honor to meet you, sir!” First Gen Spider-Man smiled politely.]

[“Harry tells me you have quite a talent for science. You know, I’m a scientist myself,” Norman remarked with interest.]

[“I’ve read your research on nanotechnology—it’s amazing!” First Gen Spider-Man responded enthusiastically.]

[Norman raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You understand it?”]

[“Yes! I even wrote my own report on the subject,” First Gen Spider-Man nodded.]

[“That’s impressive,” Norman praised him. “Your parents must be proud of you.”]

[A flicker of sadness passed through First Gen Spider-Man’s eyes, but he quickly answered, “I live with my uncle and aunt. They’re proud of me.”]

[Before their conversation could continue, the teacher’s voice called out, urging students to move along. Norman and First Gen Spider-Man shook hands once more before parting ways.]

[As they walked, First Gen Spider-Man turned to Harry and smiled. “Your father’s a great man.”]

[Harry chuckled. “Just because you’re a genius! I think he wants to adopt you!”]

Hearing Norman discuss nanotechnology, Tony Stark’s eyes lit up.

“Nano… yeah! Nano!” Tony suddenly exclaimed. “Using nanomaterials would prevent enemies from slipping through the armor’s weak points!”

Bruce Banner nodded in agreement. No matter how strong the gold-titanium alloy was, the gaps between the plating were a critical flaw. Those small weaknesses were potential entry points for attacks.

“Alright!” Tony clapped his hands decisively. “Our next objective—developing nanomaterials for combat armor. Let’s get to work!”

Meanwhile, Second Gen Spider-Man kept his eyes on Norman Osborn in the broadcast.

“I remember Norman… he wanted to be like a father to the original Peter Parker. He even put on that act—pretending to be kind—only to stab him in the back.”

Gwen nodded. “That’s right. I wonder… has the First Gen Peter Parker changed his fate, just like we did?”

In their own world, both George Stacy and Gwen had survived what was supposed to be their fated deaths. Many people believed the Sky Screen had given them a chance to rewrite destiny.

Maybe the First Gen Peter Parker had, too.

[“There are more than 32,000 species of spiders worldwide, classified into three major families.”]

[The teacher led the group of students through the facility, continuing her lecture.]

[First Gen Spider-Man’s eyes lit up as he looked at the advanced equipment. “Wow! This is incredible!”]

[Turning to Harry, he added, “This is the most advanced electron microscope on the East Coast! I can’t believe we get to see it up close!”]

[The teacher gestured toward a glass case. “Each spider family has developed unique abilities to help them hunt. For example, this species from Australia—it can jump to capture its prey.”]

[At that moment, Mary Jane frowned, irritated by Flash Thompson messing with her hair. She moved to the other side of the group—only to catch sight of Peter Parker staring at her.]

[When their eyes met, First Gen Spider-Man quickly averted his gaze, pretending he hadn’t been looking. Mary Jane, however, simply turned away indifferently.]

[Meanwhile, Parker spotted the spiders and pulled out his camera. “Can I take a picture for the school magazine?”]

[After receiving approval, he focused on the shot—only for Flash to deliberately bump into him, ruining his photo.]

[Flash’s cronies chuckled and pushed past him, acting as if nothing had happened.]

[The teacher continued, “Next, we have a web-spinning spider from the genus Araneus. It creates an incredibly strong, funnel-shaped web—almost as durable as construction cables.”]

[First Gen Spider-Man tried to take another photo, but once again, Flash’s lackeys shoved him just enough to make him miss his shot.]

[Watching from the side, Harry finally had enough. “Back off,” he warned.]

[One of Flash’s goons smirked. “Or what?”]

[Flash sneered, “Yeah, what’s your dad gonna do? Fire my dad?”]

[Hearing this, Flash’s friends laughed, clapping their hands in amusement.]

[With a smug grin, Flash grabbed Harry by the collar. “What can your father do to me? Sue me?”]

[Just before things could escalate, the teacher appeared. He grabbed Flash’s wrist and frowned. “What’s going on here?”]

[The smirking students immediately fell silent, straightening up as the teacher glared at them.]

[“If I hear one more word, someone’s getting a failing grade. I’m not kidding. Now, keep moving.”]

[The class reluctantly obeyed, and the tour resumed.]

[“This species here is a grass spider,” the teacher explained. “It has extraordinary reflexes, which help it hunt. Some scientists believe its reflexes are so fast, they border on precognition. It’s as if they have a sixth sense!”]

Watching the broadcast, Tony raised an eyebrow. “Wait… isn’t that Spider-Man’s ability? Is this where the original Peter Parker got his powers?”

Natasha, standing nearby, nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

In another room, little Peter Parker sat on Aunt May’s lap, wide-eyed as he stared at the spiders on the Sky Screen.

He couldn’t contain his excitement.

The idea that he would one day have incredible superpowers—just like the Spider-Men in the broadcasts—thrilled him so much that he could barely sit still.

Meanwhile, First Gen Spider-Man found himself lost in thought.

Looking back on that moment in his life… it was impossible not to feel something.

The Sky Screen had repeated over and over that this wasn’t mere coincidence, but the inevitable path of fate.

Even so, his heart still raced when he relived it.

That moment was the turning point of his entire life.

The beginning of everything.

If that spider hadn’t bitten him that day, he would have remained the same—a scrawny, timid, hunchbacked Peter Parker, bullied by everyone.

But fate had chosen him.

And now, he is Spider-Man.