A handsome teenager walked calmly; a pair of sleek, elegant spectacles rested on his sharp, aquiline nose, and he wore a scientist's coat.
In front of him were a few more researchers, who were all working together on something rather interesting.
Space spider parasites' venom that had created something abnormally amazing to be stabilized- Radioactive Spider Isotopes.
This radioactive spider isotope, when experimented upon a spider that bit Gwen Stacy gifted her with permanent spider powers, whereas the radioactive spider isotope, as it is would give temporary spider powers.
However, the only person in the world of Earth 65-B who knew how to recreate them was Cindy Moon- an ex-member of S.H.I.E.L.D but now there was a new member although a temporary research member- Peter Parker.
Already with the arrival of Peter, the research team had made gigantic progress in the research.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. did not possess the recipe to make the Radioactive Spider Isoptopes, they had the brightest mind in the entire world and all the ingredients.
Peter Parker had already conducted substantial research and discovered most of the recipe even though he had not revealed it to the others and the organisation.
Why would he?
The discoveries he had told them were on the surface level and everyone was happy with the minuscule. They knew Radioactive Spider Isotopes were complex to decipher and create.
Dr Otto Octavius approached Peter with a hearty smile as he spoke, "That was amazing kid, you are one of the best research partners I have ever had. Truly, age is just a number."
Peter smiled sheepishly as he touched his neck lightly. He spoke bashfully acting like the nerd he was supposed to be.
"Thank you Doctor Otto. It's an honour to be working with you."
Doctor Otto smiled lightly and continued, "If you ever get free time you should come and help me out on a side project I am working on."
Peter raised an eyebrow as the duo continued to walk to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee.
"Oh really? Do tell."
Doctor Octavius smiled, "Did you know Peter, they say that the Sun is the only god we can see."
Peter's eyebrows furrowed, "Well, I have indeed heard it before actually… Advaita Vedanta?"
Doctor Octavius nodded his head, his grin widening further.
"Truly, you are a smart boy… Peter."
The truth was that as a law and psychology student in his previous life… philosophy was one of his core interests.
It also helped that his father who was laying on the hospital bed due to cancer was very much interested in after life.
So Peter normally helped him research the different kinds of paradise multiple religions offered.
"So the project is such… that we are going to attempt to create… a mini sun."
Peter knew it was coming but hearing it in person really gave him goosebumps. Doctor Octavius smiled seeing his reaction in excitement.
"Can you imagine it… a MINI SUN. If this happens, the course of humanity will change completely. Endless clean power…. virtually unlimited fuel… infinite possibilities for humanity's future."
Peter was in genuine awe. It wasn't as if it wasn't possible, this was Marvel… stranger things had happened before.
If he remembered well, the main reason why Doctor Octavius's Artificial Sun had failed was due to plot hubris.
Well mostly.
"That's… rather ambitious I can not lie, doctor."
"Right???? It's my life's project."
Peter nodded. "I'd love to work with you on this doctor."
As Octavius rambled about magnetic coils and plasma containment, Peter's eyes drifted to the man's back. No harness yet. No tentacles.
Just a brilliant scientist with a dream. How long before that changes? Peter wondered. A month? A week?
"Peter? You zoned out."
Peter blinked. "Sorry, doctor. I was just thinking what's your backup plan if containment fails?"
Octavius laughed. "Containment won't fail. I've designed it myself."
'That's exactly what worries me. Though… adding a sun to my underground kingdom… now that's interesting. Make it more aesthetic.'
"Doctor, I'd love to see your designs first. Especially the thermal regulation system. I've got some ideas on... ummm… redundancy, yes…"
Octavius clapped him on the shoulder, beaming. "That's exactly why I asked you, Peter. You think ahead."
Peter smiled bashfully.
'If thinking ahead means stealing your design, then yes doctor.'
The rest of the day was a blur of handshakes, fake smiles, and mentally cataloguing every exit route.
Peter played the role perfectly the awkward genius who got lost twice and asked too many questions about the coffee machine. No one suspected a thing. Why would they? He was just a kid.
Kids his age were supposed to be at home jerking off to Busty Asian Beauties.
By 6 PM, the lab emptied. Peter lingered, pretending to review notes on his tablet. In reality, he was running a quiet diagnostic on the nearest terminal.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s firewalls were good. Really good.
He slipped past the first layer like a ghost.
Then the second.
And then… "Unauthorized access detected. Locking terminal."
Peter froze. The screen went red. An alert was definitely racing toward some security office right now. His heart slammed against his ribs.
Okay. Okay. Think.
Footsteps. Down the hall. Getting closer.
Get invisible?
Peter yanked the tablet off the terminal, smoothed his coat, and spun toward the door smack into a broad chest.
Director Peggy Carter stared down at him with that one good eye, unamused. Behind her stood Natasha in tactical gear, arms crossed, her bust showing while she looked like she'd rather be anywhere else.
Though when her eyes landed on Peter, amusement flickered in her eyes. Pressing her arms closer, her titties in that latex almost spilled out.
"Mr. Parker," Peggy said flatly. "Mind explaining why my systems just flagged a breach from your workstation?"
Peter's brain short-circuited. Then, in the most pathetic voice he could muster, he pointed at the coffee machine.
"I... I was just trying to find the Wi-Fi password."
Peggy didn't blink. Then she blinked. She then glanced at Natasha who rolled her eyes and stifled a chuckle.
"WiFi or trying to access some creep shots, little pervert?"
Somehow the coffee machine behind him had started smoking and as the smoke rose in the air… the fire alarm began to blare.
Then the ceiling sprinklers turned on pouring on a full blast right over his head.
Peter stood there, drenched. He stared at Director Peggy and Natasha who were super fucking wet looking at him with a deadpan expression.
'This is fine. Totally fine…. I'm just a wet teenager who definitely wasn't hacking.'
Peter opened his mouth and then pathetically closed it. Then he pointed weakly at the ceiling.
"Plumbing issue?"
Peggy stared harder. The sprinklers kept going. A janitor walked past, sighed, and handed Peter a mop.
"You've got ten seconds," Peggy said, "Clean my floor… and give me a reason to not fire you. Motherfucker."
Peter gripped the mop and smiled through the misery. "I can fix the sprinklers?"
Peggy turned to Natasha beside him and sighed.
"Get the kid a towel."
Natasha smiled, she glanced at the brown-haired teenager and winked at the boy seductively.
The droplets of water running their way down her lithe body, her suit was even tighter than before and her curves were far more visible.
Peter was taken aback for a moment by her intent gaze. His lizard in the pants got hard instantly. It would be hard not to.
Natasha chuckled, she turned to Peggy and spoke nonchalantly. "Of course, the kid needs a towel."
Peter stared at her as she left, swaying her ass left to right leaving him in a hypnotic daze.
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A/N: Hello. Are yall excited for the new spiderman movie too?