Spider-Man 0X

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[The year 2016] [Location: New York] [Central Mall]

Have you ever experienced death so close that it could make your heart stop in a split second but never did? Instead kept you alive, in pain, trapped under rubble in the burning remains of a 1970's Volkswagen Camper? Have you ever found yourself at the mercy of another living thing with all means of life termination within its reach? Have you ever wished death upon those around you in pure ignorance while leaving you alive to watch your own despair?

I know I did. After 20 years of my rebirth in this freaking dangerous Marvel world, I knew this would happen eventually. Fuck! I never should have came to the city.

My vision was almost completely covered by thick soot and debris, I could only see what little I could peer through out of the only part of the driver's side windshield that was left, glass covered my arms, and all I could do was wait and suffer. Everything seems red. My right side... I can't remember exactly what happened, everything was blurred, all I could remember was the sound of a loud screeching metal followed by shards of glass piercing into me, blood trickling down my arm. I was in so much pain but I couldn't scream, all I could was breathe and hope and wait for the end.

I can see something move, I try to call out to it but I couldn't get my throat to move the way it needed to. The rubble began to move, I could see Green Hulk smash his way through with ease until he reached me and ripped off what remained of the Camper to expose me. His eyes glowed as bright as the burning fire around us, his face showed a face of pity, "Hulk save tiny human."

My body was covered in burns and cuts, Green Hulk picked me up gently and held me in his hands, my entire body aching and in agonizing pain. My life was literally in the hands of the strongest Avenger as I could barely keep my eyes open. But I can see a red giant... Abomination, trapped in an energy field suspended in the air. Some guys in black suits were putting him inside a giant truck. While Iron Man was rescuing the nearby civilians who were caught in the sudden rampage between Abomination and the Green Hulk.

"Tiny Human safe," Hulk puts me on a stretcher near Captain America and lets EMT's take care of me before he leaped back into saving more people from the wreckage. I wanted to thank Hulk but all I could do was let myself fall asleep to the sound of distant sirens.

I woke up later that day with an oxygen mask on, wrapped in a cast, hooked up to an IV. A woman in her mid 30s, blond hair, and dark iris, checked up on my vitals and looked surprised when she saw me awake. The fuck?! I... I can't feel my body!

"Welcome back! Your burns and cuts have been treated, but I am sorry to inform you that your right side is paralyzed due to spinal cord injury... But due to your condition, you can no longer drive or perform the same functions as before. Do you have any family, friends, or contacts that we can call?" she asked.

I felt nothing, nothing at all. The feeling of utter horror when being told about this is traumatizing. Stay calm, stay calm... I need to somehow contact my family. I am sure they can somehow fix me up. Dad works at one of the Stark Industries, he holds a somewhat high position. I am sure he can pull some strings and get me top-notch treatment.

"John Wilson... My dad..." I somehow managed to spit out, coughing to the side. she pulled out a notepad and pencil.

"Okay. How can they be contacted?"

"29 Jackson Drive... King's Cross, New York"

"Alright, stay calm, I will contact him," she gave me a pitiful smile and walked away, looking at her PDA, leaving me alone.

God dammit! Why the fuck do I have to pay the price of their fight? Just why did a stupid battle like this have to go down and wreck an entire section of a shopping center?! Fuck! Paralysis... What the fuck do I do now...? What if there is no cure? What if I will have to live the rest of my life like this? I clenched my fist in anger.

[6 months later]

It's been 6 months since that incident. Luckily, my dad was able to get me into a facility that specializes in experimental neurosurgery thanks to Tony Stark. Everyday, I was put through countless scans and tests, the surgeons trying to locate the exact point of the injury. All these fancy high-tech medical devices didn't make me feel any better though. The pain I felt was agonizing, sometimes my right leg twitched...

Last day, I overheard someone saying something about experimental drugs to stimulate damaged nerves... I don't know what drugs they were talking about but I can tell that they are working. I have more control over my right side, but not enough to walk or stand, I still have to rely on a wheelchair, though.

As days passed the tests have slowly become more intensive. Sometimes I wasn't allowed to eat for 3 days straight so they could observe how I would react... I am not too happy about this but whatever helps me get better, I guess. Sometimes I would wake up God knows when because doctors were messing around my head... Some fucked up dream I had once, I could hear things while my eyes were closed, I opened them and no one was in the room, except for me and the machines monitoring my brain and body.

These motherfuckers have turned me into their guinea pig! Experimental drugs, scans, tests, injections. They better help me fix myself or I don't even know what I can do in my condition. I haven't seen Dad for weeks... Weeks? Maybe more... I don't know. I have lost track of time ever since I was admitted here.

"Subject 0x has exhibited extreme resistance to multiple dosages of drug R7-0x1, administering the next dosage," some lady with glasses and a white lab coat injected me with a strange-colored syringe. Now, they are calling me Subject 0x... What the fuck? I thought all they wanted was to fix my spine...

"Doctor, Subject 0x is beginning to enter stage 3, it appears to have a negative impact on the subject's brain," I can see two nurses come into my room and hold my shoulders down, restraining me.

"Increase the subject's dosage. The company is pushing us to complete Project: X before the deadline," the doctor lady replied before I could see one nurse push a button, sending more of the drug into my system. I have no fucking idea what's going on. I can only hear their voices and think. Other than that... Nothing...

"Subject 0x shows zero response after entering Stage 5. Administering the stimulator," this time, a bald guy in a suit injects me with a syringe that glows yellow.

"Subject's neural pathways are being healed and regenerated. It appears to have been successful," I can feel the feeling on my right side coming back... Holy shit... I could move my finger! I tried to move my foot but it wasn't fully functional. But they pushed some kind of drugs once again, making me numb.

"Congratulations Doctor Jones. You have exceeded the deadline. Project: X has now entered the final stage," some older man with glasses walks in. This asshole is the one in charge? What do you mean by the final stage? Let me go you motherfuckers!

"What is Project: X, sir?" A woman's voice! I have heard her voice once before... Ah! That day at the hospital...

"Project: X is him," the older man pointed his finger at me. "Have you ever heard of a perfect human, Doc. Hazel?"

"Perfect human... What does Subject 0x have to do with it?"

"Subject 0x has exceeded every record we set for him. It has shown 0 signs of deterioration to drug R7-0x1. Immune to all types of infections, viruses, bacteria... Just think of any type of diseases you can imagine and he will resist them," Doctor Jones replied, walking toward me before pressing his finger against my cheek. "R7-0x1 is a combination of Earth's most deadly diseases... Yet Subject 0x lives... His regeneration capabilities are even thousand... No, a million times greater than that of Logan, yet there are no signs of X-Genes in his body."

What the hell? Perfect human? Me? Wait! These lunatics... Fuck!

"A regular human with mutant-like capabilities yet has no signs of mutation. Subject 0x has exceeded humanity," I can see Doctor Jones inject me with yet another drug... Fucking hell! Is he trying to test how resistant I can be!?

"Then why didn't his body heal after that incident?" Hazel asked.

"We believe his body has a certain limitation... Perhaps it depends on his will? We are not 100% sure about that just yet. He has the ability to manipulate his own cells and nerves to heal himself," Jones explained. "But he doesn't know about it himself... But with the right amount of stimulation from these drugs, his body can do the rest."

"So, what's the final stage?" Hazel asked. Fuck! This bitch... Just why is she so curious about this bullshit? Can't you see that these motherfuckers are going to use me for some sort of evil experiments?!

"The final stage is to test whether he can survive the world's most deadly toxin known to mankind," Jones replied. What? What does he mean by surviving the world's deadliest toxin? Poison? Chemical? No!

"Doctor Jones... The world's most deadly toxin, what-" Hazel wanted to ask something but Jones cut her off.

"It's classified. You are dismissed," Doctor Jones said before turning to the nurse beside him. "Transfer Subject 0x to Laboratory Z," the nurse nodded her head and pushed my stretcher out of the room along with Jones and Hazel.

They strapped me to an operation table, connecting tubes and needles to me.

"Don't worry, kid. This is all for the betterment of the humanity. A cure to incurable diseases, cure to every illness... We can even save those suffering from radiation damage... You are the future," Jones gave me a smile before leaving.

I wanna vomit after hearing that. Fucker must have got his head messed up thanks to these chemicals. Yeah... You fucking lunatic, you better hope I don't get out of this alive or I will make sure that I will send your ass straight to hell. Then I will kill that motherfucking bitch... No, killing them will be too easy... Yeah, I'll skin them alive and then drown them in a pool of nuclear waste.

One of the nurses turned on a computer monitor before leaving the room. My consciousness faded in and out as my vision began to blur. God damn these motherfuckers. This... I hate all of them. Especially those assholes who caused this in the first place. Abomination, Hulk, and that Iron Asshole... Fuck!

"Huffff!" I jumped up in my bed in cold sweat. A bad dream... What was that...? What did that Jones fucker inject me with? I looked around my room. It's a small room with a big ass window. I can see snow falling outside... Winter. Morning light... I wonder what day is it today.

No more importantly...

I got down from the old bed. I feel like a new person... My head felt clear, my eyes were sharper than before, and I felt... Powerful... No, that's not the correct word to describe how I felt. I felt strong, full of life. I quickly checked my right side. Everything felt fine. I bent my knee, stretched out my hand, touched my face, wiggled my fingers... Perfect. Everything... Everything is functioning. I even got abs.

What the fuck was that nightmare, though?

I walked over to the mirror, just beside the door.

Eehhh?! Who the fuck is that goofy-looking nerdy guy?! What in the fucking hell is going on here?!

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