An Arachnids Adventure

*Authors Note*

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ

Hmmm, there's quite a bit I'd like to say here but I'm not quite sure where to start. A Start huh? A new beginning, a path I've yet to experience...well let's start from the very basics then, shall we?

Hi, my FF name is MisterMcwhosawhatsit (Read as Mister-Mc-Whos'-a-What's-it) or just "Mister MC". Maybe some of you can tell, maybe some of you can't, but this is my first Fanfic. I'm still relatively new to the site and fanfics in general, but after recently being taken away by a few choice Fics on this site I decided to take the plunge and test my hand and my noggin to see if I too could bring my imagination to life.

For that very reason, I'd like to take this time to address the lot of you possible readers out there and preemptively apologize for any possible issues that may arise in the near or far future, whether it may be issues or typos or misuse of grammar, or any other problems that may crop up along the way. I'd also like to bring to attention the type of Fanfic this will be, as I'll be touching upon many Genres as well as subjects

First off:

*If you've read the synopsis/description/summary then you have a very general idea of what this fic will be like in the future. I plan for this to be a story based on my own rendition of Peter Parker's life from birth than on. This includes his childhood and all its major experiences, thus, these first few chapters might seem a bit odd what with all the jumps/time-skips throughout Peters childhood life.

*Another aspect will be Peters Relationships i.e: Friendships, Rivalries, Loves, Mentorships and more.

*Yet another aspect will be Peters Adversaries, I will do my best to make each adversary/villain a believable one, as well as truly menacing each in their, own ways.

Truth be told, this is a fairly high order I'm putting upon my self, it's quite frankly a bit difficult to imagine myself doing all this as this is my first ever writing project, especially since I'm putting it out there right after writing it and then having to continue to do so regardless of feedback whether positive or negative.

A few other things you all should know is that I love Spider-man, I have since I was a child and have ever since. But regardless of that fact, It should be known that I haven't read all the Spider-man comics, however, I've read most of them and have seen almost all visual media regarding Spider-man, whether it be Cartoons, Movies or Animated Films. Thus, in this fic, while the world surrounding Spider-man's life will be heavily based off of the MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) Spider-man's life will be of completely my own making/rehashing, basing off of all I know and would like his life to based off of. Mind you this doesn't mean Peter will be based on any of the Peters before him, he will be a completely different Peter Parker.

To further explain I will be using certain arcs/series of comics to grab little foundations for this fic, For instance, I plan on having the Spider-verse Totems(from the comics, not the movie) playing a much larger role in this fic than I have ever seen them do before. That doesn't mean I'll be following the Spider-verse Thread as a guideline just that the Totems will be important in this fic.

This little(long) authors note of mine has been a bit difficult to write and order altogether. As I'm sure many of you that have actually read till this point(god bless ye souls) can tell, I tend to ramble when things, especially important matters, like this little note of mine need to be expressed. Truth be told I'll probably write another at the end of this chapter after I've had time to think things through while writing its contents, that will be filled with matters just as important, but regardless of any of that I'd like to thank you all who did read through this note, as well as those whom have decided to pick up this fic and spend your precious time reading it.

Prologue - Origins Retold

In the Astral Realm

"The time has come….the Champions birth is almost upon us."

In the midst of an ever-expanding darkness, there exists a Nebula of sorts. Far removed from our own plane of existence, yet near enough to whisper to. Therein this "Golden Nebula", many threads lay intertwined glistening, glowing, throbbing and sometimes shifting, some large while others small, so small in fact one would need a microscope to find them. Should one manage to acquire such a tool in this expanse of nebulous energy however one would notice that these "threads" hold no material form, these "threads" were not made from molecular particles at all. No atoms in-sight, no cells vibrating about. Nothing, just a prismatic luminescence to announce their presence.

However, these "threads" are not the only strange curiosities present in this "Nebula". No, there seem to be far more interesting sights abound on this nebulous web of "threads". One might describe these shadows as beasts or varmints, should they have been of the household-sized variety, yet seeing them now in the present, what with their gargantuan size and multicoloured state, let alone the sheer number of these "arachnids", It is easy to imagine how some might label them as gods above men and monsters alike.

Yet, in the center of this "Web" surrounded by many of the lesser of these "arachnids", stand strong and proud, five magnificent specimens amongst these creatures, together they exchange in an exotic tongue far removed from what any-one man is capable of deciphering.

"Must we gather for every avatars Birth and ascension like this 'Weaver'?"

"Hush, You know best that without the 'Weavers' reading's we would be lost in the expanse of time, and you, you of all should understand how important it is for the 'Weaver' to locate capable masters of mysticism for your own role, 'Keeper'."

"Yes, yes, you are correct Sister 'Bride', be at ease, mine words held no malice, only exasperation." Exchanged the two most colorful of the five "Arachnids".

The one who spoke first with its Foppish voice otherwise known as the "the Keeper" sported a most regal and mystical, assortment of colors ranging from solid Gold with regal Purple highlights streaming its outlines with outlandish glowing runes surfacing its body.

The "Bride", being the second smallest of the five behemoths was quite a curious creature resembling a Black widow in its prime, however, instead of a Widow's red accents and Hourglass figure they were doused in white making the "Bride" look all too menacing whilst still retaining its mysterious beauty. The"Brides" voice a lovely Dulcet tone, far contrasting her strange appearance.

In response to the "Keeper" and the "Brides" quarrel. The smallest "Arachnid" addressed the largest in an almost impish, childish tone. "Brother Titan, do you know what this gathering is about? Regardless of Sister 'Brides' and Brother 'Keepers' banter, you are the Closest to Sister 'Weaver', thus you should have an idea right?"

"...You should know better than to address me in such a manner, I've abandoned that name many a millennium ago, 'Scion'."

"Yes, Brother I'm aware..however, it feels a bit odd addressing you as the 'Other', or more aptly speaking 'Brother Other'..."

"Hmmph, such matters concern me not….with regards to your earlier inquiry, yes I am aware of the meaning of this gathering, however, It would be best for Sister 'Weaver' to explain the circumstances regarding it. 'Bride', 'Keeper' keep silent until Sister 'Weaver' has finished the 'Reading' as well as her preparations." Responded the "Other" in an almost imperious and dark, rumbling tone.

The "Other" Being the Largest of the group of Five could also be said to be the hairiest, resembling a large dark grey Tarantula with an immense mouth full of ridiculously large and sharp teeth, both sides of its maw flanked by two huge menacing stingers.

The "Scion" on the other hand, the smallest of the five was a wholly white creature almost appearing to give off light and appearing somewhat transparent.

"Sigh, as expected Brother 'Other' still favors the 'Weaver' and 'Scion', doesn't he, Eh 'Bride'?"

"Don't drag me into your foolishness 'Keeper'."

"Honestly, must you all alienate me so much. Just because I'm the one who has spent the most time amongst the mortals doesn't mean that you all must treat me as a lesser being" The Keeper mouthed off.

Suddenly the "web of threads" began to vibrate and before any of the four aforementioned larger "Arachnids" had a moment to collect themselves, there was a large shift in the structure of the web. What was once a large misshapen mash of threads, shook and downright shifted, as if a fault in the earth's crust has collapsed, every single thread moving about haphazardly, yet, also with an orderly presence it was once lacking. Knocking over many "arachnids" and sending many more flying off into the abyss, crying out in a horrendous cacophony of unidentifiable and horrific screams and screeches. By the time the movements ceased and the screams had stopped, the web of "threads", no longer looked like a nebulous form of golden and prismatic chaos energy. It now resembled a large everflowing golden web, glowing with a prismatic multicolored luminescence and it now spanned the once empty expanse, seemingly endless in appearance. All the lesser "Arachnids" still on the web of "threads", having recollected themselves hurriedly bowed in deference to the now glimmering center of the web.

Where there still stood, the five Magnificent Specimens amongst these "arachnids", shaken and stirred up and while no longer in their original positions, they remained standing and now the four were surrounding the "fifth" in a four corner formation.

Hurriedly the four aforementioned "arachnids", squealed and hollered at the one in the center of said formation, almost as if to question its motives and purpose in performing such an action.

"Weaver! What have you done! Do you have any idea of the price we must pay for your actions!?" Bellowed the "Keeper".

"Sister Weaver! Why, why would you do this! All my threads, hidden from all eyes but my own, gone now! Forever lost in the sea of webs, how, Sister, How am I to do my duty now!" Screeched the "Bride".

The "Scion" Shaking in pure shock, shivered as he cried out. "S-Sister Weaver...did you t-truly do this…"

Before the aforementioned "Weaver" could respond, The "Other" Roared out.

"SILENCE! The three of you should know better than to doubt our Sister! This, this is the Reason she had gathered all of us here today! Not to spite us or Punish us! But to Prepare us! Be Silent And Listen To Her Words!"

And with this roar, the web, all these "arachnids" stood upon shook once more, it did not shift or move but it shook to its core and back again. Displaying the "Other's" Pure and mighty power. The lesser "arachnids" and the three other alike all shivered in momentary fear.

"Brother Other, please be at ease. They shout because they do not know the truth of the matter at hand, you, however, do, thus please calm yourself. This is partially my fault as well, I did not foresee the complications in the champions birth...it was a mistake, one I did not make idly and one I do not plan on making again."

Finally, The "arachnid" known as the "Weaver" had spoken and made its presence known. A large and pale wintergreen amalgamation of energy in the form of a spider, it being the second largest of the group behind the "Other". Spoke in a very soft voice, almost maternal in nature, in the same manner a mother might sing a lullaby to lull a child to sleep.

"I..I know Sister...forgive me..I-I was lost in my anger." Whispered the "Other" in shame and reflection.

"Sister Weaver, this is the second time you mentioned a 'Champion', what is this you speak of? Also what has happened to the 'Web' why would you have prompted such changes? What would warrant such changes?" Asked the "Keeper" Much calmer after the "Others" outburst, albeit still quite ruffled after the earlier "quake".

The"Scion" and the "Bride" both looking on in silence and agreement of their brother's curiosity, still quite shaken by the circumstances surrounding them.

"Sigh...Apologies Brothers, Sister, I had hoped this would happen later after I had the time to explain things to you all, but as things obviously haven't worked out that way, I suppose I can only explain things to you one step at a time."

"Explain what Sister, I'm still not exactly sure why you would have done this, also, Sister, for some reason ever since the change in the 'Web', I can feel another calling. Only this one is immensely strong, unlike any of the mortals calls prior. It's almost as if there's another of our siblings out there. Why is this Sister?" Curiously questioned the "Scion".

"Be at ease Brother Scion, allow me to clarify a few things first." Whispered the 'Weaver'.

"I am not the one who prompted the change in the web. The one who did so was the 'Champion' ". Declared the "Weaver".

"What! But that's impossible, the only ones capable of interfering with the web are you and I, Sister! And even then I can only weave new hidden threads to attach to mear mortals!" Screeched the "Bride"

"That's the way it was, yes, but now things have changed. The Birth of the 'Champion' has brought great change to the 'Web of Fate'. Could it be you have not noticed what is in the center of the 'Webs' spiral? The true center of the 'Web is no longer bound me." Declared the "Weaver", slowly turning around to motion for the other four to do so as well.

"What!? Such Light that rivals even Sister Weavers own!?" Cried out the 'Keeper'.

"Imp-impossible! This has never happened before, it-it should have never have happened!" The 'Bride' Wallowed in disbelief.

"There, there! That's where the calling is coming from! Sister Weaver that's where the calling I'm hearing is originating from, could it be that there's another Sibling being born?" Questioned the 'Scion'.

"No, young one, while it's true I have read in the Web that another Spider Totem will eventually be born that is not this. This one here, this child is our champion, He will be the Avatar that will able to take on all of our powers and abilities and will have a connection to all of our avatars. His very existence is of great importance to the 'Web of Fate' and the Realities that it encompasses. It is also his birth that has brought about the great change in the 'Web', he is in the center because of the great destiny he bears, to either save or destroy the Multiple Universes." Spoke the 'Weaver'.

"Sister, as hard as I find that to believe, let's assume I do believe it, how did this come about, wouldn't you have been able to tell this was going to happen, Wouldn't you have read that this was going to come to pass? Why were we so ill-prepared? We've lost so many of our kin in the 'Quake'." Questioned the ever-curious 'Keeper'.

"Yes, Normally I would have been able to see through this, but because of the 'champions' unique place in the web, I'm only able 'read' a very blurry view of his destiny. He is something different altogether. Connected to so many strands of fate and destiny, he is enshrouded by them and thus I believed that he would be safe, protected by them. But it seems that, that is not so. He will come across many perils and I realize now why he is in the center of the web, I had believed he would be protected by it but after the recent scare, I realize that he is in fact in constant danger. One wrong move, a slight bit of pressure and it will all come crumbling down. Encasing him and suffocating him in it all, he is far too fragile as he is now to bear this weight upon himself." Bemoaned the 'Weaver'.

"The humans have an exercise of entertainment and a phrase based off of it, 'A house of cards is not meant to last, one wrong move and it all comes crumbling down.' I find this phrase quite apt in the current circumstances." Whispered the 'Keeper'.

"...Yes, such a phrase is quite apt at this time, Scion, I'm sure you understand now yes? What that calling you feel is, in fact, your Duty finally coming up, it's time for you to bless that child with your abilities and take him as your avatar. Isn't that right Sister Weaver." Rumbled the 'Other'.

"No, not yet, as I said earlier, as he is right now, he is too weak to bear that type of burden. From what I can tell, the child's parents are already taking action to strengthen him, but it will not be enough. Let alone the fact that the 'Web' has already put plans into motion...but to make sure he makes it to that fateful day I shall don upon him my Protection so that when that day arrives Brothers Scion and Other alongside Sister Bride shall strike all at once." Commanded the 'Weaver'.

"What of I Sister? What would you have me do?" Asked the 'Keeper'.

"From what I can tell, Keeper, Your moment must wait until the one known as "Strange" is ready to accept a disciple then you will contact 'Strange' and have the Wizard act as your proxy. As the world the 'Champion' was born into has a very rare number of Wizards and Maege Folk, and as for those that can be trusted, even lesser. But for now, make yourself known to the one called 'the Ancient One' she will aid you in contacting 'Strange' if he does not contact you or the 'champion' first."

As the 'Weaver' took the time to explain to the 'Keeper', she had begun her preparations to aid the so-called 'Champion', she spun her illustrious golden silk and encased the glowing center of the "webs" spiral.

Seeing that the Weaver had finished casting her "protection" the Bride nervously spoke up.

"Sister Weaver, I too am feeling a calling of sorts, only for some reason I can feel two such callings. One is much stronger than the other and yet the other feels further from me as if it is not yet time, and yet, I can no longer feel mine Threads in the web."

"Hmmm? Curious!" Wondered the "Weaver" as she walked further into the "webs" surrounding the spiral, abruptly stopping and exclaiming."Sister Bride, I believe I've located your area of the 'Web'. Many hidden threads lay here." Hollered the 'Weaver'.

Hurriedly scurrying along the "Webs" surface to follow after the 'Weaver'. The "Bride" exclaimed! "Sister! You've found my threads! Now all I need to do Reconnect my essence to the threads." Hurriedly getting to work the "Bride" soon was back to where she belonged. Her hurried pace however soon slowed, when she soon noticed two of her threads breaking out of her loom and leading to the center of the web. There, one lead all the way to the Center, the other trailing not far behind it. According to the 'Weaver', one of these threads should belong to the "champion" while the other presented a clear enigma. Prior to the change in the "Web" she, had, had no plans of creating another Avatar for any of her fellow Siblings or as the mortals like to call them, Spider-Totems. And yet here it was shining bright and glistening bright as ever. Confused she put two and two together and assumed this was her earlier mentioned other calling, not thinking much of it she made no attempt to mention it.

Seeing the 'Weaver' come back to the center of the "Web" the 'Keeper' asked. "Sister Weaver, as much as I'd like to doubt your words, seeing the changes in the web first hand has left me no room for doubt. Seeing as there isn't much left for me to discuss, I would like to see if any of our kin who have fallen off the 'Web' need assistance or if they all have perished. I would excuse my self." Explained the "Keeper"

"I'm sorry to trouble you Brother Keeper, If you would be so kind as to check. Also, Brothers Other and Scion, Sister Bride, all of you may go back and fulfill your duties." Ordered the 'Weaver'.

With a nod from each of the Four "arachnids", The 'Weaver' soon returned to her new perch right next to the new center of the "Web of Fate" Looking down she whispered. "Come child, be calm, you are not alone, not now nor ever will you be."

In an Undisclosed Facility in the United States of America.

The scene opens in a dark, dimly lit and well-furnished bedroom. The moonlight coming through the opened windows cast shadows along the edge of the light, further therein laid a bed with neither headboard nor footboard, along its sides, dual nightstands stood tall, symmetrically on both sides of the head of the bed.

On this Bed lay two persons, a man on the left-hand side of the bed, and a woman to the right, both soundly asleep with neither a care in the world, nor a wit of worry. Upon further inspection, one would notice the woman's stomach to be rather engorged, a telltale sign of a woman late in her pregnancy, to the trained eye, the third and last trimester.

The electric clock on the man's side of the bed, upon the left nightstand showed '4:02 AM'. And yet before the clock could strike '4:03 AM', the woman's stomach shook, violently so. Far too vigorously to be a mere 'kick' of the baby's feet or a shift in the unborn child's position, and with a shake and a cry, the woman awoke.

"Ah, Richard, Richard! I think it's time!" The woman called out in a slight panic, her hand reaching down to her abdomen after having sat up.

And with a belated moan and groan the man awoke as well. "What's the matter, Mary?" With a turn and a body roll away from the woman, the man looked to the bedside clock and proceeded to let out a tired yet halfhearted chuckle. "Mary, it's four in the morning, what's the matter?"

"Richard I said I think it's time! The baby's coming!" The woman cried out with a slight grimace of pain on her otherwise flawless facial features.

With a scant few seconds of silence between the two, both processing the weight of the words she had just uttered. Richard, immediately hopped off the bed only to trip on the covers still ensnared around his legs, fall face-first onto his nightstand in a failed attempt to arise and flip on the light switch just above said nightstand.

"Richard! Are you alright!" Yelled the woman, panic, now ringing out in her voice.

"Fine, I'm fine. Just a little sore...Wait! Nevermind me! How are you?!" Said the man as he arose from his fallen position, making his second attempt to turn on the lights in the room. With the flip of a switch, the room was now perfectly well lit.

"I'm fine, I think...but I'm pretty sure I'm going through my first contractions." Moaned the woman by the name of, Mary.

"Fine so be it, you stay still I'll call the Nurses station and get the 'bag', just stay still, okay?" Gasped the man, whilst hurrying to grab the wall installed phone, using his eyes to scan the room for the 'bags' location, for the first time allowing his wife to get a good look at her husband's disheveled state. A ruffled set of full and voluminous, gorgeous brown locks, brown eyes deeper than most, a chiseled face and a slightly thin but fit body. If in a better state than now, one might call him the atypical "Tall, Dark, and Handsome", dressed in his two-piece long-sleeved set of vertically striped pajamas.

"Nurse, This is Richard Parker of Complex Suite #137, Agent Number 727, my partner, Agent Number 303, has gone into labor, send a gurney stat and transport her to the Nurses station, also contact Dr. Storm and inform him of the current circumstances."

With nary, a second longer to confirm if his words had made it through Richard hung up the phone and rushed to the couples prepared Labor 'bag', then lifted the long-strapped, over the shoulder duffel bag, strapped it to his back and fastened the belt. Then proceded to his Wife's bedside and held her hand.

"It'll be alright Mary, We've practiced and prepared for this moment. You and I have handled far worse and far more dangerous situations than this." Richard giving his all to comfort his beloved wife. Spoke words of reassurance and stroked her hand.

Getting a good look at her in bed Richard saw the face of the woman he loves, Brilliant Auburn locks flowing to shoulder length, cupping her oval face with her well-defined features, Hazel colored eyes and full yet petite lips. Richard fondly remembered the first time they met out on the field, this startlingly beautiful woman standing at 5'6 looked at him as if he were an idiot, gawking at her, Richard chuckled in nostalgia.

"Richard, it's too soon, we should still have a month's worth of time left, shouldn't we?" Mary called out in worry.

"Calm down Mary, or have you already forgotten? You married a Parker, and as unfortunate as it is, we Parkers never arrive on time, either too late or too early. At least now I have no doubts that he's mine!" Richard mirthly chuckled before receiving a well-earned smack upside the head.

"Don't you go blaming that Parker blood of your's again, I've met your Brother Ben and he's a lovely man, you, on the other hand, are one tough cookie. Honestly, what did I get myself into." Mary exclaimed, exasperated with this husband of hers. "If it's not one thing it's the other." She finished in a slightly fed up manner.

Before the two could continue their conversation, the door was abruptly opened with a total of four nurses, two male, two female, bustling through the doorway with a gurney in the hallway.

"Sir, Madam, this way please."

Exclaimed one of the male nurses, whilst both female nurses hurried to Mary's side to aid her in her walk to the gurney, all but pushing Richard out of the way.

"Well, come along then, oh husband of mine." Singsonged Mary, somewhat enjoying the dismayed look upon Richard's face.

...

A few Moments later a gurney could be seen being pushed quickly but steadily along by two able-bodied male nurses, down a long and minimalistic-ly decorated hallway, as the group of six zoomed on by, if one were to pay attention to the walls one might occasionally see a plaque or a display case full of medals and accolades donning its shelves. All with a Certain three letters upon them, C.I.A., regardless of location or placement.

Before long the group of six came across a set of double-wide doors with a Sign pointing outwards above them displaying a red cross with the words "Med Bay" beneath, just over the door frame.

The group of six barged through the doors, the sight they saw before them was a lobby of sorts. An assortment of chairs and multiple doors with much space between them stood there menacingly, without labels.

At the front of the aforementioned group of chairs stood an elderly man, looking to be around 50 by rough estimate, with full white hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking perplexed and a bit unnerved.

"Richard, what's this about. I received a call from the nurses' station, practically summoning me here without a care for whether I was available or not." Spoke the elderly gentleman.

"I'm sorry Dr. Storm, I wouldn't have called for you if it weren't urgent." Richard said, whilst keeping his eyes on him.

"I would imagine so, after all, you know well how busy I am whilst working on project: 'SS 2.0', whatever could be the problem?"

"You see Dr. Storm, my wife is going into labor and-"

Before Richard could continue Dr. Storm cut him off. "Richard, you do realize I'm not an obstetrician, don't you? Besides, haven't you all prepared for this? Why isn't there an obstetrician on-site at all hours?"

"Yes, Franklin, I'm quite aware of that fact, however, Mary's gone under too early, far too early. By this time next month is when she was expected due, we were supposed to be at my brother's place in Queens by then, well prepared and ready for this. You're our only hope at this point." Richard practically pleaded.

"Sigh... Richard while it is true I have read up and studied on labor and all that it encompasses, this, the real thing, is a completely different ball game. Besides, Labor can take hours I'm sure we could call in someone more quaili-"

Before Dr. Storm could continue his suggestion Mary called out. "Ummm, boys, we have a problem here…" Both men looked back at Mary, only to notice Mary's lower half wet and the gurney soaking. "I think my water just broke…"

Richard and Dr. Storm took a moment to breathe and take this in, then proceeded to look at each other. Richard a slightly pale and nervous appearance painted all over his mug, Richard seeing this gave up and let out a sigh.

Franklin turned to the now slightly antsy Nurses and spoke up. "Sigh…Nurses send her into Room one and prep her. Richard, have a proper and qualified obstetrician and midwife sent here immediately. If we're all lucky, who knows maybe they'll get here in time. Come along then Mary, let's get to work, shall we."

The elderly gentlemen escorted Mary and the nurses into the double doors on the left, Leaving Richard to call for the appropriate medical experts to hurry over.

Three Hours Later

The scene opens once more on a dimly lit room, yet this time around, there are four persons in the room, three adults and one infant. Only instead of the expected happy occasion in which a mother held onto her child after many hours of hard labor. The infant in question was in a separate see-through containment unit, attached to many a wire and breathing apparatus.

"Richard...Mary...I'm sorry, I'm sure you're wondering why this all happened...we had to perform a Caesarean Section due to complications during labor. Once we were able to go in, we located the issue… the child was suffering from Nuchal Cord...essentially that means the child had somehow wrapped its Umbilical Cord around its neck and was suffering from Birth Asphyxiation... cases such as these are most common in which either the mother or child is very active during pregnancy...I'm sorry, you two...but the chance of the young one making it through this...are slim to none, in this specific case, at least." Dr. Storm titteringly yet solemnly spoke, in fear of upsetting the two deadly agents in his presence.

"...so It's my fault then..that this happened to my baby.." Cried Mary in her evergrowing depression.

"NO! No, it's not your fault!" Cried Richard, rushing forward to kneel by his spouse's side and grasp her hand. "It's their fault and their's alone, we requested maternity leave months ago! They insisted it would be fine...that a pregnant woman was the perfect cover...we had no control over it, they wouldn't let us leave." Whispered Richard darkly.

"...I'm so sorry you two. If I had acted sooner, quicker...none of this would have happened." Sighed Dr. Storm morosely.

"...Is there truly no way for my baby boy to make it…" Whimpered Mary, Thus leading to a glimmer shining in Richards dastardly brown eyes. "Dr. Storm, you mentioned Project: SS 2.0 earlier, didn't you?" Richard's words sparked to life a worried gleam in Franklin's eyes.

"Yes, I did, why, Richard?" Franklin shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, I was wondering how things are coming along, If I remember correctly, I heard of a breakthrough recently, didn't I?" Richard uttered with steel reflecting in his voice and eyes both.

"...Yes, there was a Breakthrough recently, however, said breakthrough took months of administering the serum through the subjects food supply, let alone the fact that the only change was a slight regenerative effect and improved cognitive functions...once more, there is the fact that the subject was nothing more than a lab rat. We are far from a stage in which further testing is possible, let alone, till human testing becomes applicable."

Hearing this conversation Mary sniffles and sobs stop momentarily. "Dr. Storm..is it possible...is it possible that with the serum my child could be...could be saved?" Whimpered Mary.

"...Such an action is completely unethical and I will have no part in it." Dr. Franklin Storm bit off in a resolved manner.

"...Franklin, you know for a fact you wouldn't have gotten anywhere near this point, if it weren't for Mary and I getting you all of your intel." Richard barked in a harsh manner. "Doctor, please… I don't wish to watch my son die whilst doing nothing but sitting on my hands and waiting for a miracle." He finished in a soft, pleading tone.

"Please Franklin, from one parent to another, what wouldn't you do to save your children...I beg of you, help us." Mary finished in a resolved tone with fire in her heart and hope in her eyes. Richard and Franklin once more caught sight of who Mary truly was, no longer addled by the pain of childbirth or the exhaustion afterward. Her true self shined through it all, the woman Richard fell in love with, as well, as the woman Franklin had met all those years ago.

Perhaps it was Dr. Franklin Storms compassion, or perhaps it was his scientific curiosity that won out in the end. But regardless of what it was, he left this sentence to the new parents before leaving the room. "This can never be known by another soul, am I clear? Richard, I'll have the serum sent to you in a vial hidden in your next meal, order one 30 minutes after I leave and it will come to you along with an injection needle, apply it into the IV drip on the Medical Nursery...If it doesn't work... I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

After finishing what he had to say, Dr. Storm left the room in a hurry. Off to accomplish what he had said he would. Leaving the two new parents by their lonesome to think upon the action they had taken and those that they would soon.

"Richard, is this really the right thing to do?" Pleaded Mary, grasping Richard's hand with all the might she could bear. "If they find out what we did, and it works they'll take him away from us, they'll send us to prison for life, they might even give us an unsanctioned execution." Mary paused for but a moment and then continued in dread at the possible conclusion. "The serum itself may be what ends up killing him..."

After having watched Dr. Storm walk out of the room, Richard turned, now looking towards his wife head-on. "Mary, We have to try, whether it works or not he'll be dead either way, this is the only chance he has, and if he lives, he'll be better off than most. Richard said with hope, looking towards his son, then continued to speak. "As for them taking him away from us, that's only if they find out, and I have a plan for us..." Richard paused in fear of what his wife might say to his next words. "Only, you might not like it...If he lives…then we'll go to S.H.I.E.L.D, I still have that invite Fury sent us,"

"What?! But they'll never allow us to be with him, once you join S.H.I.E.L.D, they don't let you have any freedoms for years, the vetting process' and the training programs' alone will take too long, it'll go on for at least three years!" Mary let out a panicked yelp.

"I know but it's the only option we have...if he survives."

"Where will he go?" Mary sighed out in resignation.

"I was thinking Ben and May's until we reached a safe point in time, we would have to talk to them about it of course but I'm positive everything will be fine, you know them both well enough that if we 'explain' things they won't say no. Especially with May's 'condition', let alone the fact that we'll be sending them funds monthly. My Brother is a proud but righteous man, normally he wouldn't accept help, but now with the babe in his house, he'll have to swallow that pride of his, haha." Richard finished with a slight grin at the thought of seeing his 'oh so righteous' brother having to swallow his pride.

"That's...that's cruel to them both...but it seems to be our best shot at this, the best shot for our family to make it...besides after almost killing my baby, those bastard superiors can fuck straight off, for all I care!" Mary spat out, in a righteous fury.

"That's my girl, even after a surgery like that she's still got some fight left in her. You go to sleep darling leave everything else to me, I'll make sure our boy has a fighting chance, I'll contact Fury afterward and by this time tomorrow we'll be out of this wretched place." Richard said, beginning to rise out of his kneeled state.

"Richard, have you forgotten something?" Mary, let loose, with a coy smirk adorning her sweat-matted face.

"Hmm? What are you—Oh, we still have to name the little bugger, don't we?"

"Yes, yes we do" Mary supplemented, accenting to her husband's realization.

"We already decided on Peter, didn't we? Though we never could place a middle name, huh?"

"I think I've got one actually" Mary continued, leading this conversation, as she tended to do when the two were alone.

"Oh, and what is it, my love?" Richard continued to let his wife have her way. Especially after all that had occurred this day.

"Benjamin, in honor of making Ben his God-Father, as well as the burden we'll be placing upon both he and May. Peter Benjamin Parker, has a nice ring to it doesn't it." Mary smiled knowingly, as she was well aware of her husband's well-hidden mindset.

Richard, silent for the first time in a long while. Smiled at his horrendously fatigued wife, cupped her sweat-matted face and said.

"Mary Fitzpatrick-Parker, I love you." Richard leaned forward and kissed her forehead then proceeded to order with an almost strict tone.

"Now go to sleep, leave everything else to me. I have to prove at least somewhat useful, after all, I can't go giving birth anytime soon and its about time I prove my capabilities in this relationship." Richard gave a dry chuckle and returned to holding Mary's hand, sitting by her side until a much-needed sleep came for her.

...

Twenty minutes later, Mary fell asleep and Richard had called for the Meal to come in and was awaiting its delivery in the lobby. Pacing back and forth in haste, waiting for his moment to arrive.

Before too long had passed the meal carton arrived alongside its server, before the waiter-of-a-sorts could bring the tray to Richard. Richard dashed over and grasped it then proceeded to drop a ten-dollar bill on the cart, leaving the stunned server behind as he rushed to the room in which Mary and Peter awaited.

As soon as Richard closed the door behind him he'd already begun carefully digging through an assortment of food and utensils, looking for his desired items. After not more than ten seconds had passed he'd found the Injection needle in the silverware tin, soon after, he found the vial shoved in a cooled baked potato.

"Franklin, if this works, you really will be my family's guardian angel and I promise you, I will repay the favor." Richard, steadily yet firmly promised himself.

Hurriedly, Richard inserted the needle into the vial's slot and began to extract the serum, looking at its deep Azure color, one would have difficulty imagining it as a potential Super Soldier Serum, instead of some potent Energy drink.

Without the slightest hesitation after speaking to his wife earlier, Richard slowly but surely injects the serum into the IV drip. Then proceeded to stand back and watch his infant son for a sign of any changes. After about 5 minutes of nothing, his son just lying there, as if to imitate a stillborn. Finally, there was a change, slight changes in his breathing pattern for the next two minutes, growing stronger and stronger still. Until eventually there were erratic changes in the heartbeat monitors beeps'. They sped up exponentially, soon followed by the infant's skin glowing a light blue tint. Almost as if the child has a light-blue opaque aura surrounding its body.

Richard, having seen this is both ecstatic and nervous at the same time. His joy of seeing a change and his fear of the unknown clashed in a mighty manner in his heart and mind both.

Soon, however, the heartbeat monitor's beeping slowed, steadily and horrifically. Slowly steadying to a crawl and then til almost nothing. Richard, seeing this, was devastated, a feeling so severely all-encompassing in his sorrow and regret, it drove him to his knee's.

However, this was not the infant's final change of the night. No, soon before the infant's breath had ceased and his heart had stopped, A Brilliant, Lustrous, Golden light illuminated the room, it's point-of-origin, the very infant whose life was fading not seconds ago.

This light, almost blinding in nature awoke Richard from his funk. Richard, raising his head, looked toward his son once more in pure bafflement, he saw with his own eyes, within the golden, semi-transparent, prismatic multicolored light, threads surrounding his very son, spinning and spinning forming a cocoon of sorts, encasing his boy.

Richard too unnerved to notice, did not see or hear that the heartbeat monitor attached to his son was showing improved readings, unlike those of earlier.

Before long the light in the room had dimmed and the cocoon of threads had turned transparent, and with this change Richard finally noticed the strong and steady beats of his sons' heartbeat monitor, no longer faltering like earlier, instead, stable and firm. In his Joy, Richard was so tempted to holler out in glee, but with a quick look of his surroundings, whether it be his fatigued and injured wife or his now recovering infant son, logic got the better of him. Richard once more seeing his sons recovered state and knowing of his possible improved cognitive functions was exulted in the thought of his sons bright future.

Yet, once again, logic reared it's ugly head and presented itself to Richard, reminding him of his family's current situation, and the steps he must take to ensure their safety.

Richard walked out of the room, headed straight for the wall installed phone and dialed a string of numbers so long it was far too difficult for the average man to remember all at once.

After a total of seven rings. "This is Fury, if you have this number, then you should be important enough to know to never use it. So unless someones dying, or the country is about to go under you'd have best have a damn good reason for calling my personal line."

"Fury, it's me…."

*Author note*

Okay so here goes, Hi! My names MisterMc if you don't already know, and before I really get into explaining this chapter I recommend all of you go and read the authors note at the beginning of the chapter as it is fairly important if you haven't already...seriously, go and read it...now on to the important bits, this chapter is quite clearly a foundation for this story, it explains how the Totems are important in this story even if later on they don't show up for a while. As well as the circumstance surrounding Peter's birth.

I was wondering if this chapter even needed to exist or if I should have just made this entire segment a footnote of something, but in the end, when I started writing, it all just sort came out like this. Thus, why we have a long ass intro...tada….

Anyways I'd like to take this time to thank all of you who read this little prologue of mine! Seriously thank you all especially those of you who read both of these authors notes.

I'm not really sure if I should ask for Faves or Reviews or not as I'm still pretty new to this, so I won't. (even though they would be appreciated) ;)

I suppose I should also mention my Inspirations, for writing this little fic of mine.

The Spider by I'mjusttryingtofindmyway

as well as

Spider-Man: Shoulders of Giants by AdventurousShadows

I wouldn't have had the inspiration to do this if it weren't for these two Fanfics.

If you're reading this then thank you, thank you for putting up with my Bullshitt as I'm still getting used to how this site works.