Leon stood in the Oscorp’s b, his sharp eyes cutting through the hum of machinery and chatter. Dr. Curtis Connors, wearing a white coat, stood among a group of interns, missing an arm. He was going on about regeneration, limbs sprouting anew, bodies mending themselves.
Then there was Peter Parker, scribbling in a notebook near a row of incubators. Skinny, awkward, and oblivious, the kid had no clue what was about to hit him. Leon’s gaze drifted upward, catching a flicker of movement on the ceiling. A spider, small and unassuming, dangled from a thread above Peter’s head. ‘Here we go’, Leon thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. Right on schedule, the spider dropped, sinking its fangs into Peter’s neck.
Peter yelped, swatting it away with a clumsy hand. Too te. Leon felt the shift, a faint ripple of pheromones in the air as Peter’s DNA started rewriting itself. The kid was officially in the game.
Leon strolled over, all easy confidence, and cpped a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Hey, Peter,”
Peter flinched, rubbing the bite mark. “Leon,” he mumbled, gncing up.
“Looks like you got nicked by a spider,” Leon said, nodding at the spider scurrying off. “Need me to grab you some antiseptic or something?”
“No, it’s fine,” Peter said, though his voice wavered. “Just a bite. No big deal.”
Leon’s eyes glinted, sharp and amused. “Those aren’t your garden-variety spiders, kid. Might wanna get it looked at.”
Peter blinked, unease creeping into his expression. “Uh… thanks, but I’m good.”
“Suit yourself.” Leon shrugged, fishing a business card from his pocket. “But if you start seeing sudden changes in your body, call me.” He handed it over with a grin, then gave Peter’s shoulder a final pat before heading off.
Outside, Norman Osborne waited, holding a sleek box. “Spider silk,” he said, handing it over. “The suit and skateboard will take longer.”
Leon took the box, tucking it under his arm. “Good. And Norman, don’t inject that serum until you solve the drawbacks. I’d hate to lose a partner to a bad science experiment.”
Norman’s smile was tight. “I won’t.”
“Yeah, sure,” Leon muttered, turning away. He didn't care whether Norman would follow his advice or not.
He’d barely made it to his car when a bck van screeched up beside him. Doors flew open, and two hooded goons piled out, grabbing him before he could blink. One cmped a hand over his mouth, dragging him inside as the van peeled out.
Peter, still reeling from the bite, stepped outside just in time to see it go down. His eyes widened. “What the—” He yanked his skateboard from his bag and took off after the van, legs pumping, heart racing.
"Damn, there's a kid following us."
As Peter Parker hopped onto his skateboard following the vehicle amid the supposed kidnapping, a man in the driver’s seat noticed the situation and said in a deep voice, "Have someone either kill him or capture him."
The co-pilot whispered coldly, "Yes."
Immediately, the co-pilot spoke into his communicator, issuing a command: "Second team, capture or kill that skateboard kid trailing behind."
‘Am I really doing this?’ Peter thought, fumbling for his phone to call the cops. Before he could, a bck SUV swerved into his path.
Instinct kicked in. Peter leaped in the air, nding on the SUV’s roof with a thud that rattled his teeth. Holy crap, did i just do that? he thought, adrenaline surging. The vehicle smmed its brakes, and Peter hit the pavement hard, rolling to a stop. A hooded figure loomed over him, gun in hand.
“Don’t move, kid,” the man growled.
Peter froze, hands up. They cuffed him and tossed him into the SUV before smashing his phone on the asphalt as they sped off.
Half an hour ter, Leon and Peter sat in a rundown factory, wrists zip-tied to chairs. Armed men circled them, their faces hidden behind masks. Peter’s eyes darted around, panic bubbling under the surface. Leon, though, looked almost bored, lounging as much as the restraints allowed.
“I am in trouble, Peter said, his voice gloomy.
Leon smirked, unfazed. “Rex, Peter. When we’re out of this, I’ll buy you a burger. Maybe two.”
“If we get out,” Peter shot back, his ugh shaking.
One of the terrorists snapped, “Shut it!”
Leon’s gaze slid to the guy, cool and calcuting. “What do you want?”
The man sneered. “You’ll see.”
Leon’s mind was already three steps ahead. He could’ve taken those goons back at the van, but he’d let them take him. Why? Because there is only one person after him at this moment, Obadiah Stane. He wanted that snake gone, clean and legal, and this was Leon’s shot to make it happen. He just had to py it smart.
The factory door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, sharp against the dim light.
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