Marvel With Spider Power and Omnitrix

Peter had always loved photography. His old camera was a secondhand model he'd bought after months of saving, but despite its age, it performed admirably.

The two boys walked toward the bus stop, where a familiar figure was already waiting.

Mary Jane looked stunning in the morning light, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, dimples appearing when she smiled.

"Good morning, Mary Jane," Ben replied to her greeting.

Peter stammered his own hello, then pressed his lips together and fell silent.

He'd never been comfortable around girls—not just Mary Jane, but also Liz Allan, his current crush. Even when he saw Liz in the hallways, he couldn't work up the courage to approach her.

Mary Jane seemed particularly interested in Ben, and the two fell into easy conversation, leaving Peter feeling like a third wheel. He'd grown accustomed to this dynamic over the years.

Compared to "unknown Peter Parker," Ben had always been popular. He excelled academically and athletically—Flash constantly tried recruiting him for the baseball team, and sometimes dragged him to basketball games.

Ben had politely declined every invitation.

"Would you like to come watch our rehearsal this weekend?" Mary Jane asked hopefully. "I've started a band with some friends. Gwen Stacy from your class is in it too. I'm the lead singer."

"I'm not sure if I'll have time," Ben replied diplomatically.

He could already imagine how busy the coming weeks would be. Watching beautiful girls perform on stage was certainly appealing, but it couldn't compete with the machines waiting in his future laboratory.

Honestly, Ben didn't love science for its own sake, but he was desperate to change the Parker family's current circumstances.

"Are you planning to pursue singing professionally?"

"Singer, actress—who knows?" Mary Jane clearly hadn't mapped out her future yet.

When the school bus arrived, Mary Jane separated from them to sit with her friends.

Flash spotted Ben and called out while embracing his girlfriend Liz. "Morning, Ben! Got time for baseball this afternoon?"

"Good morning, Ben," Liz added with an enthusiastic wave.

Peter's expression darkened further at the interaction.

"No time—I've got other commitments," Ben replied.

Flash gently pushed Liz aside. "Move over."

Then he displaced Peter, who'd been following Ben, and leaned in conspiratorially. "Did you hear what happened on the Williamsburg Bridge last night?"

"Spider-Man versus the Lizard Man? Of course I know about it." Ben glanced at Peter, who immediately averted his gaze.

"Spider-Man! That's a way better name than whatever the Daily Bugle called him," Flash nodded approvingly.

If Jameson was Spider-Man's biggest critic, Flash Thompson was his most devoted fan.

He abandoned his girlfriend to discuss the masked hero at length with Ben.

Liz fumed at being ignored. She turned to Peter, who'd also been left behind, and pulled him to another seat.

"She must like me!" Peter declared earnestly as they walked through the school gates.

"Did you see her sitting with me? Right there on the bus—I could smell her perfume..." His expression grew dreamy.

"Could you please stop being such a creep?" Ben rolled his eyes.

There's really no hope for this hopeless romantic, he thought.

"You were just sitting on the bus, and you didn't say a single word to her. Besides, she only sat with you because Flash ditched her."

Liz wasn't a bad person, but she was drawn to the spotlight. She wouldn't notice someone as unassuming as Peter Parker.

Ben shook his head and headed toward his classroom, leaving Peter behind.

As soon as he entered the room, he spotted Felicia bent over her textbook, studying intently.

"You're working really hard," he said, setting down his backpack.

Given Felicia's background, she didn't need to study so diligently. The Hardy Foundation's resources could easily support her as a socialite.

"You're not late today?" Felicia had actually seen Ben at the school gates, but she'd been nursing her anger and planned to ignore him.

However, seeing that Ben approached her immediately upon entering the classroom, her irritation melted away.

"My father always told me that whatever I do, I should give it my absolute best," Felicia said proudly. "Like, if you enjoy basketball, don't settle for being a cheerleader—get on the court and play yourself."

"That's how he taught me to pursue perfection and excellence."

As she spoke, loneliness flickered across Felicia's features. She wasn't naturally gifted and constantly strived for an ideal she couldn't quite reach. Worse, the father who'd instilled these values in her had vanished long ago.

In that moment, she resembled a stray kitten—pitiful and vulnerable.

But she also possessed the resilience of a wild cat.

She quickly composed herself, meeting Ben's eyes directly as she renewed her invitation. "So, want to join a study session sometime? I asked Gwen, but she's busy with the band, so... it would just be you and me."

No time, Ben wanted to say.

But when the words reached his lips, he heard himself saying, "Maybe we could arrange something."

Felicia practically bounced out of her chair. She hadn't expected Ben to actually accept her invitation this time.

Just the two of them—it was almost like... a date! The thought made Felicia feel like pink bubbles were floating around her entire body.

"It depends on my schedule," Ben clarified.

He watched Felicia practically spinning with joy and thought: Harry's funds alone won't be enough. If we're really short on capital, I might need to approach the Hardy Foundation. This wealthy girl could be a future investor—I should maintain good relations with her.

After school, Felicia reminded him, "Don't forget about the study session!"

Ben left the building and parted ways with Peter at the subway station. While Peter headed to Oscorp as planned, Ben's destination was the Williamsburg Bank.

The building was distinctly European in style, featuring a domed roof and four-sided bell tower that gave it a castle-like appearance.

"Ben! Over here!"

Harry emerged from a Rolls-Royce and waved enthusiastically.

Ben started to respond but froze mid-motion.

Harry hadn't come alone. Another figure stepped out of the luxury vehicle—a middle-aged man in an impeccable suit. His stern face was angular, with downward-curving wrinkles that gave him a perpetually disapproving expression. His graying temples were perfectly groomed, and his mere presence radiated an intimidating authority.

Ben's heart sank as recognition dawned.

Norman Osborn.

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