Reborn as the Spider who bit Peter Parker

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After I finished talking to Harry, I managed to joke that it was too early for yesterday's student to be working, but he seemed to take offence at my soft but still refusal. I wasn't hired to babysit Osborne, so I shouldn't follow him around, Harry's a grown-up boy, so he should get used to rejection. I hope it doesn't affect our friendship, otherwise it'll be a bit sad, but I'll get over it somehow. And if you think about it, I have a lot to do, and I spend a lot of my time on him, but then again, he's a friend and how can I not help him? But working for him? Please. I have seen many examples of 'cooperation' of relatives, friends and other comrades, and no good this business did not lead to anything good.

And I'm not used to obeying anyone, even though it may have its advantages, but I want to keep freedom of thought and action, because otherwise, why live? To be someone's tool? Part of the system? No, I want to be above it all. On the other hand, when life will break my 'wings' and pride, I can quietly become part of the same Ozkorp, but when will it be and will it be at all? I don't doubt that fate is a bastard, but I'll try to be myself until the end, and if it doesn't work out, then man is such a creature that can adapt to everything, so I'll check it on my own skin, but it's for the last resort.

- What are we doing up? - May yawned sweetly in my ear, interrupting my train of thought.

- Harry offered me a job at the company, and I turned it down. - I answered honestly.

- And rightly so. No need to waste the best years of your life on Ozcorp,' she winked at me approvingly.

- Now he has his own company that has nothing to do with his father. Probably hurt that I turned him down. - I sighed sadly and noticed a smile on May's lips.

- The boy's growing up. - she said with a smile. - Don't worry, it won't be the first time you've made up. Remember how you broke his nose when he tried to take the girl away from you? What was her name? Alice or Alicia? And he was just a little kid. Harry sulked for a long time, but they made up. - May smiled mischievously, remembering the past. - Would you like some coffee, by the way? I can't sleep, and after a cup of coffee I pass out immediately. - skilfully she led me to the kitchen.

But I slightly delayed, because on the TV screen flashed a slightly unshaven face of Tony Stark, adding sound I immediately began to listen attentively.

- I don't care about the company as long as it has a CEO, otherwise what the hell is he doing there? Possessing, I need a report. Because you know our main 'buyer' the US Army has started to worry and it should be clear to you that it can't lead to anything good. - the bearded genius smiled wryly. - I have no claims to Ozkorp, and as far as I heard one Asian company already has a patent for arc reactor technology, so let's not waste our nerves on nonsense, because life is so short to spend on some gossip. - Thoughtfully adjusting his glasses, the mechanic only grinned wryly.

- Mr Stark, is it true that you are planning to start teaching? - one of the reporters asked a sudden question.

- Hmm. Yes. That's right. I want to pass on my knowledge and teach something to young people. It would be a very curious experiment for me. - the billionaire smiled impeccably. - So I invite all interested people and students to my lectures on the proper use of brains and what is at hand. - The genius' smile became a little wistfully sad, as if he was remembering something. - I hope we have settled all the issues, so please do not interfere with my work, I'm already in an ungodly hurry to a date with a Russian model. - Without letting me say anything in response, he just winked at the camera lens and confidently moving the journalists jumped into his sports car and drove off in an unknown direction.

I turned off the TV and headed for the kitchen, where May was already pouring coffee. I wondered what kind of lecturer he'd make and what he could teach me. Maybe I should ask him to be my apprentice instead of Doom. It's worth considering. Or even attend his lecture. Perhaps Harry would be curious, too, since he's basically been given carte blanche. I'll admit, I didn't expect that from Stark. What did I expect him to do? Come to think of it, all I know about him is from TV and rumours from envious people, so basically he could be anyone. On the other hand, he will be very interesting to listen to, because he must know so many things, so perhaps I should find out where he will give his lectures.

- Are you thinking again, Peter? - May said with a smile, her eyes were full of care and the warmth of home, so I smiled back, because how could I not, and how could I not smile when I looked into those eyes?

- Just thinking about all sorts of things, you always see everything. - She laughed softly at my indignation and smiled again.

- Who else but me, Peter? You always need someone to notice your sadness and support you with a smile, don't you? That's what close people are for, if you had a girlfriend you would know about these nice little things. - May winked at me. - By the way, that rude girl called again. Do you want to go to the opera? - Now her sly smile was like the fairy-tale cat from Alice.

Appreciating her mastery of 'transitions' I just shrugged my shoulders uncertainly. After all, as soon as I take someone on a date, some unknown shit happens and everything goes according to the star. But every time I get out of it somehow, so it's a risk, and who's going to show up at the opera? As I recall, the theatre was always the safest place to be, unless you're Lincoln. Though there's always a lot of hunters out there for our pretty Felicia, so it's not like you can rest easy. But what are we gonna do? Vampires aren't gonna go on another hunt, are they? Unless they want revenge. Maybe I should get some ultraviolet ammo just in case. Just in case, there's too many ghouls in one town. I hate fucking vampires.

After finishing my coffee, I followed May to bed.

Still immersed in my own thoughts, I tried to figure out how to spend my time more rationally. I could, of course, go for a total upgrade of my ammunition or my lab, but I didn't need it right now. And I'm ready for another sudden meeting with a strong enemy, so 'toys can be done later. But to strengthen the suit a little will not be superfluous. Probably, later I will be able to strengthen the main body, and it would seem to be very important, but I simply do not have the right equipment to work on such a jewellery level. So first I'll have to do some good old industrial espionage and get all the necessary technologies and developments, and then I'll think about creating special tools.

Having plunged into a meditative sleep, I started to finalise the 'suit', even though I had already managed to improve a lot of things, but there is no limit to perfection, so the work on upgrading this body will continue forever. And if you think about it, every creator wants to bring his project to a beautiful conclusion, but it will be a little difficult for me, but I will try to rock this carcass to unprecedented for its race heights and conditions. While increasing the quality of the muscle mass, I also did not forget about the skeleton, which has become even stronger. Perhaps I should think about acquiring some useful mutations, but where can I catch a sample for experiments? After all, immortality is a very tempting thing, even if there are nuances, as for example, with the same Chatty Mercenary, but everything can be fine-tuned and brought to perfection, right?

Having finished with the active phase of improvements, I habitually rebooted my organism. Even if the second of clinical death is not very pleasant, but what can you do, and all the changes need to be fixed, so without restarting nowhere. Reflecting on the fact that I'm increasingly turning a living vessel into a biological machine, I just mentally hummed. A living robot? Maybe. But on the other hand, it's not bad, because a well-oiled machine works much better, so I myself am very interested in the proper functioning of all the systems of my 'suit'. But where will this path of endless improvement lead me? Who knows? Maybe one day without noticing it I will lose my former humanity and become a predatory parasite that lives only by instincts, hunting and survival. But do I want that for myself? What's the point of survival if you end up losing yourself? But this process can last for many years and you will lose a part of yourself every day until one day you realise that you are a completely different person, or no longer a person. After all, what makes us human? Love for our neighbour? Chemistry. Family? The instinct of self-preservation and the urge to reproduce ourselves, because what are children but a reflection of ourselves? On the other hand, if everything is done properly, the family will be a pleasure, but do I want it myself? And will I be able to remain a human being until the end? So many questions and not a single answer.

Being occupied all night with analysing the 'suit' and self-exploration, I didn't notice how the next dawn came. Fascinated to see the darkness flutter away under the onslaught of weak rays of light, I quickly chased away the melancholy of the night and made a momentary analysis to make sure that all the improvements had taken root for the last time. Having checked with the clock, I immediately thought that there was still a whole carload of time before school and leisurely wandered to the shower, because after another enhancement will not hurt contrast shower, which will reduce the temperature of the 'suit' by a couple of degrees, and that overheating thing is always extremely unpleasant. Having toned up my body, I wrapped myself in a towel and settled down on the sofa by the TV, checking the news feed in my smartphone. Having quickly dried off and not forgetting to drink a cup of hot tea, I started to get ready for my studies. Having chosen the usual variant of clothes for today, I thoughtfully hummed, assessing my reflection in the mirror and decided to put on a leather jacket and change into army boots, and then headed for the bike. Habitually plugging my headphones into my smartphone, I quickly found a suitable playlist for the road and leisurely set off to study, enjoying the lightly travelled road and pleasant music along the way.

When I got to the place of study, I texted Harry. When I'd agreed to go to Stark's lecture with him, I noticed Gwen standing alone. Should I go over and say hello? She could be quite interesting, and we could talk about neogenetics. She's got her finger on the pulse and knows everything about our prodigal doc. I wonder when he'll be back, because his lectures were quite interesting. As I pondered where our professor had disappeared to, I saw that Gwen Stacy had spotted me and was waving her hand vigorously in greeting.

- I didn't realise Parker was an early bird. - The blonde smiled pleasantly.

- It's never too late to change. - I said with the look of a philosopher of universal truths and immediately smiled back.

- Now I've got deja vu. - The girl hummed sweetly.

- Does it mean that we already had such a conversation? Or did your brain just catch a microsecond delay? Or did you overhear my similar dialogue with someone else? - I hum thoughtfully and watch the expression on the slightly puzzled miss's face with undisguised curiosity.

- Are you subtly implying that I don't remember a damn thing, am slow to judge and eavesdrop? - She exhaled indignantly.

- I'm just throwing out options for what your déjà vu might be about sunshine. - I smiled wryly and got a slap on the wrist.

- Now think about your behaviour, Parker. - turned around and tinkling her heels, the girl walked away.

Well, it's a little bit not what I hoped for, but nevertheless the beginning is made, and you know, it's very difficult to get out of the Friendzone, especially the one Parker has driven himself into. First of all, it is necessary to divorce on emotions and the brighter they will be, the better, even though everything could be carried out more accurately, but there is nothing to do, because the rush is always to the detriment, so we will slowly correct the state of affairs. But there is no hurry, so we can play a long-playing plan, or force events when the situation requires it. And if you think about it, any date in our city is still a challenge, so if you want the necessary points can be 'scored' and on the street. I couldn't do that with Felicia, but there were fucking vampires, and I hated them, they always ruined everything. Perhaps it's worth thinking about, and the armoury will just be able to test, and maybe that and refine. No matter how you look at it, but only one of the advantages of the local genocide of these ghouls. After leaving the red SUV, Ozborn walked slowly towards me.

- There's our mister prude. - Harry spoke irritably. - You never say yes or no. What's different this time? I didn't expect such a radical rejection from an old friend. - he continued sadly. - You promised to help me, didn't you, Pete? I did. Why don't you want to take your place beside me? - Osborne was genuinely perplexed.

- I'll always help you in all your endeavours, brother, but I won't work for you. You must understand. After all, any joint activity and subsequent division of profits always destroys old friendships and turns friends into indifferent 'colleagues'. And I value our friendship, so I'm sorry. But I am always ready to help, consult or just support you in everything. But I won't work for you, except as a hired gun for certain projects. I'm sorry Harry, but I'm not ready to work for the company yet. - I saw the sadness in my mate's eyes and sighed tiredly.

- I'll wait until you're ready to work together, Pete. - He smiled sadly and gave me a friendly clap on the shoulder.

Without replying, I went with my comrade to the new lecture. Bumping into Felicia, who was reading something from her tablet screen, I just hummed thoughtfully. Taking our usual seats in the audience, we began a leisurely dialogue about all sorts of small things that had nothing to do with business or the company's affairs. Soon a new lecturer appeared, which immediately attracted the attention of all present. Carelessly stylish haircut, solid-looking aviators through the glasses of which the lines of code and system interface were visible, as well as neat espagnole that immediately made it clear who came to us. Having evaluated the Armani suit, the camarad hummed approvingly and, it seems, made a mental note to buy the same or at least not inferior to it.

- Some call me a merchant of death, others a warmonger, but I would call myself an artist whose 'paintings' praise the goddess of the preternatural realm, or a dark engineer whose creations sow only chaos and destruction. - he grinned smugly and continued. - But today my goal is to teach you something useful, and you will learn bad things by yourselves. - slightly lowering the aviators his eyes sparkled with excitement. - And the first thing we'll discuss is copyright. After all, there is nothing more important than the protection of your intellectual property otherwise any swindler will be able to appropriate all your works. - he continued in a mentor-like tone. - A patent will save you a lot of trouble and help you in court if some smart guy tries to get something from you, but there is always a chance that your 'creation' will be appropriated right in the patent office. So you should be as careful as possible and it is desirable to have a familiar lawyer for consultations and purely just in case.

- Probably, all of you have already seen the news about the conflict between Stark Industries and Ozcorp, which you are not unfamiliar with, and this is a perfect example of how two corporations have arranged litigation until the third company under the ruckus did not get the patent and now boldly collects all the cream from the whole conflict, while receiving orders, contracts and growth of its shares. - Studying Osborne through his sunglasses with interest, the mechanic continued his lecture. - That's why the first step to creating something new is bureaucracy and protection of intellectual property, otherwise there is always a chance to be left with nothing, so think all your actions ahead. - smiling impeccably, the lecturer suddenly changed the subject. - And now no less important topic and step number two. Management and running your own company.

Noticing how Felicia, enthusiastically listening to our lecturer, I only hummed, making a mental note of such an interesting fact, because during the next 'interview' it may come in handy. Listening to the lecture on management, which was closely intertwined with the comments of our lecturer and his personal experience, I began to get bored and to dispel the boredom still maintained a lazy dialogue with Harry about all sorts of small things like different techniques and thoughts of the camaraderie.

- That's why you have to keep your finger on the pulse of the company, and not leave everything to the managers and the board of directors. What do you think of all this, Mr Osborne? - As he studied the bored Harry thoughtfully, he suddenly smiled. - I'm very interested in your opinion as a man who knows a lot about the matter. After all, you should understand me as well as anyone.

- I have to disagree, Mr Stark. - the comrade said coldly. - Your approach is appropriate only for a small company like a café or a bakery, where you can keep your finger on the pulse. A huge conglomerate of companies, alas, is a little more complicated than, for example, a small shop with weapons, which is so fond of rednecks. - Without uttering a single word at such comparisons of his own company, the lecturer listened to the student with undisguised curiosity. - That's why in our business we can't do without a banal delegation of authority, because the owner can't be in hundreds of places at the same time, so it's impossible to keep his hand on the pulse, of course you can monitor it all, but alone it's a challenge. So we need intelligent managers with a well-drafted contract and loyalty, which is backed up by a good salary and privileges that no one else will give him but us. I call it a 'feel the devil' or 'tempter's contract'...' Harry laughed softly at his own joke. - That's exactly why I disagree with you Mr Stark. Management is a very important part of our business and we mustn't forget it, because we choose those who will speak for us, don't we?

- I used to think the same way. I thought I had the whole world at my feet, but I was wrong, just like everyone else. However, I have learnt my lesson, and I hope that in time you will understand that there is no such thing as absolute loyalty and that all people betray each other for the sake of a couple of silver pieces. But that doesn't stop me from agreeing with you, because there is a grain of truth in what you say, so five points to Gryffindor. - The billionaire smiled. - By the way Mr Osborne, I hear you're having the official opening of the T I L tonight, with live coverage on all the venues? - Harry only nodded feebly. - I think it would be very informative, it's not often that an entire CEO of one of the most successful and fastest growing companies speaks to the students. - The lecturer's barely concealed smirk made it clear that this was nothing more than a trap for one youngster, but Ozborn nodded coolly and took the vacant seat in front of the entire audience.

- 'T I L' provides services to protect the wearer of our armour from ultra-high and low temperatures, as well as modifications for military, aviation, navy and even rescue, and all this thanks to the modular system of our 'suits' and portable, but extremely powerful energy sources by Dr. Otto Octavius. Also the best of our suits have emergency reactors of arc type that work on palladium, this modification is available to all 'VIP' clients and wholesale customers. - Ozborn habitually recited the text he had learnt a long time ago and without any haste activated the holographic illusion with a live broadcast of the T I L from the central Ozkorp factory.

The gleaming rows of brand new 'Iron Legionnaires' stood silently like a terracotta army of the Emperor, attracting all the attention from journalists, foreign press and possible customers who were studying the future 'goods' with interest. Norman Ozborn, habitually sullen, flashed in the background with a group of engineers and various scientists who were inspecting the special equipment for copyright infringement and other nuances.

- Iron Legion is one of the fastest growing companies right now, which is why I recommend investing in T I L stock while you can afford it. - The camaraderie grinned predatorily at Felicia Hardy, who was talking to someone on the phone and probably already buying Legion shares. - We are creating a new niche of services on the world market and for the first twenty years there will be no competition. Since we are completely self-sufficient and autonomous, we can regulate the supply ourselves, easily orientated to the intercontinental demand. - After pausing for a second Harry continued. - T I L' offices will open all over the world within a year, but we are already ready to accept any orders from all over the world, because Ozcorp is responsible for the delivery of goods, whose transport drones will send your "parcel" to the exact address within 24 hours. - Smiling impeccably, as befits a billionaire's son, he returned the focus of attention to the broadcast from Ozcorp.

A couple of seconds later, the footage of massive legionnaires changed to something more elegant and Stark froze in surprise, recognising the new Ozcorp 'product' as something of his own, but in an ungodly patriotic twist. Having finished with all his business Norman Osborn, under the camera flashes, began to easily put on automatic armour, which was painted in the colours of the USA, thus embodying the highest loyalty to the country and hypocritical patriotism of hitherto unprecedented proportions. Clad in heavy armour for a moment, Osbourne began posing in front of the press and representatives of government agencies that had the power to sign multi-billion dollar contracts. By showing the perfect symbiosis between Ozcorp and T I L, the clever tycoon planned to raise the value of his own shares and increase the prestige of the corporation in the eyes of the army and possible buyers. Ten seconds later, the frame changed and the focus shifted to Ozcorp's latest weapon developments and other 'products' of the company.

- As you can see, we have influential partners, and many of them are ready to contract with us right now for various services and 'special equipment' for their needs. The modular system allows us to expand the range of possible customers and services. Even though now our company supplies only the basic model, but in the near future Ozkorp plants will start producing various modules and modifications that will satisfy even the most demanding customer. - The condescending smile of the camaraderie immediately honoured Stark. - Also we should not forget about our Asian friends, because the Chinese market is one of the most promising at the moment. That is why I remind you again about the possibility of investing in T I L shares, because then they can cost you a lot of money. - Looking expressively at Felicia, the camaraderie smiled slightly predatory as if giving her a last chance and at the same time an eloquent hint. - But I am only a humble counsellor and it is up to you to buy or not. - A tempting smile seductively finished his monologue.

A moment and the broadcast caught Norman Osborne shaking hands with one of the generals, a second's hesitation and a strip with his name appeared. Thaddeus Ross? That's the first I've heard of him. I wonder what he wants to buy from the T I L and Ozcorp? Well, it's clear what, but how many and what kind of modifications is another matter. Soon the general and the industrialist were approached by Asians with red badges on their jackets that said they belonged to the Red Dragon.

Stark, who was watching the whole scene in disbelief, said nothing. A second later, Osborn shook hands with his 'Chinese friends' and then they signed a contract without removing their armour, Norman was conducting business negotiations and was clearly acting on the famous principle of 'strike while the iron is hot' or what was it in Sanquelot? Inspiring respect, and at the same time conducting photo shoots for gun magazines Osborne, as if Caesar had time for everything and everywhere, and where does he get the energy and strength for such a boiling activity? Then there was a presentation of ultrasonic weapons and prototypes of various railsotrons that had a familiar modular system and could be installed both stationary and on vehicles. All these miracles worked on the reactors of the same Dr Otto Octavius, and 'miniature' rail rifles had an autonomous power source, as well as suits 'T I L' that allowed to use these weapons even one fighter.

The next exhibit was a heavily armoured buggy, which due to increased power received good protection, large-calibre weapons, improved manoeuvrability and the ability to jump over small canyons. And the last 'product' of Ozkorp was a light tank on a gravity cushion with modular armament, all the latest equipment had the latest dynamic armour and autonomous energy sources. This allowed to increase the power and defence of these vehicles, as well as to connect on their platform energy and other weapons that consume a huge amount of energy. A second and the camera sweeps across the entire 'product line' of the two corporations, a moment and the broadcast is interrupted by the pathos words from the mouth of Norman Osborne himself 'Amat victoria curam'.

- Thank you for your attention...' Harry said coldly, like an original Roman, and after giving Stark another condescending smile, he majestically returned to his seat to the enthusiastic applause of his classmates.