The following morning, Peter woke up groggy as usual.
Sprawled out on his bed, his glasses crooked as he blinked the sleepiness away and turned off his alarm. "Man, I hate getting up in the morning." He muttered as he slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed onto the carpeted ground.
"Welp, time for school anyway. No reason to grumble about it. Even if I want to."
Peter stood up and stretched his arms above his head with a groan, then bent down to touch his toes in another stretch. He sighed and adjusted his glasses back into a proper position.
"Six Days," Peter muttered dreadfully as he shuffled to his suitcase and pulled out a new pair of clothes. Since Aunt May was gonna wash his clothes the day before they flew out to Japan, it didn't really matter if he wore stuff from his suitcase. Not that he didn't really have any other clothes since they had sold a vast majority of their things to afford the move. All that really remained in their apartment were the essentials, and that was about it.
He slipped on a faded band t-shirt and jeans. Along with a worn-out flannel that he had rolled the sleeves up on. "This'll work," Peter said with a shrug as he tugged on some socks and his sneakers afterward.
And with that, he grabbed his backpack from the ground, which he had carelessly tossed there the night before. He finally left his room and walked into the dining room. "Morning." He greeted as he let out a long yawn, still drowsy since he had never been a morning person.
"Good morning, Peter." "Mornin' Pete." His Aunt and Uncle greeted him nearly simultaneously. Who were sitting at the table, Uncle Ben working on something on his laptop, probably something to do with the move. And Aunt May was just enjoying a cup of coffee as she woke up fully, too, since she wasn't much of a morning person either.
Soon, Peter joined them at the table as he nibbled on a piece of toast. "So Peter…" His Uncle began as he looked up from his laptop. "I've been doing some research on the area of Tokyo we're moving to." He said as he flipped the laptop so Peter could see the screen.
On it, there was a picture of a city sitting on a coast. It reminded him of Brooklyn a little since a lot of the buildings were of similar height with a few skyscrapers sprinkled throughout.
"Is that the city?" Peter asked as he had to admit it was at least pretty looking. And he knew that Uncle Ben was just trying to cheer him up about the move, so he decided to vocalize his new opinion on the city. "It's a beautiful city, I'll give you guys that," Peter replied with a small smile. Much to his Aunt and Uncle's relief.
"Yeah, it's in more of the outskirts of southern Tokyo. And it's home to one of the best hero schools in the country and probably the world!" Aunt May said, trying her best to make Peter feel better, too.
"Yeah? That's pretty cool, Aunt May. Well…it'll make a good view. You're talking about U.A., right?" Peter asked as he continued eating the piece of toast. Then… he noticed the time was 7:45. He had to get to school by 8:00 to go on that field trip. "Sorry, got to go!" Peter yelled as he was already half out of the front door before realizing he had forgotten his backpack.
He quickly ran back inside, his face slightly red. To his Aunt and Uncle's amusement. "Alright, bye! Love you, guys!" Peter yelled back as he gave his Aunt a quick hug and ran out the door.
Taking the chaos he always had about himself with him. "That boy's a real mess sometimes." Uncle Ben said with a soft chuckle as he stood up and closed the front door Peter accidentally left ajar. "Just like his father and me when we were his age."
(X)
"Shit! I'M LATE, I'M LATE!" Peter yelled as he sprinted down the sidewalk as fast as he could.
"This is the only chance I'm going to get to go somewhere as advanced in science and genetic engineering as OsCorp!" Peter panted to himself heavily as he turned the corner and made it to Midtown Middle School. And to his relief, he had made it in time since they were still loading up the bus with kids.
Peter finally slowed to a jog, then to a walk. His chest heaving as he panted, he had hardly pushed his body so hard. "I made it…yay!" He murmured meekly as he greeted the teacher, who scolded him for being almost late and missing the trip. But he still hesitantly let Peter on the bus, much to the chagrin of the other kids.
Like every time, Peter was on the bus, and he sat in the back by himself. Not that he really cared, you stop after you get used to it. He just pulled out his phone and some worn-out wired earbuds and zoned out into music.
The bus took them out of Queens and across the East River into Manhattan. And the heart of New York City. Peter only occasionally went to this part of the city. Mostly because he had no reason to come into this part of the city, and he was only thirteen.
And it was hard enough to convince his Aunt to stop walking him to school by itself. The last time he had been to Manhattan was around his tenth birthday, when his uncle took him to see a baseball game.
For most of the bus ride, except for right before the class got to the OsCorp tower, they were noisy and energetic. Some were excited for the field trip, and others (Like Flash) were just smug about the time away from the actual middle school.
But Peter just sat there quietly, not interacting with anyone, not that they wanted him to anyway. And Peter even felt himself almost falling asleep, but that was stopped quickly by their arrival at OsCorp.
Peter opened his eyes and looked out the window, slowly lifting his gaze up. There it was, the tower and main headquarters of OsCorp. It was a sleek tower of black design. The company's logo is displayed in bold golden letters near the top of the building. The massive skyscraper, rivaling the Empire State in height.
You could tell just by looking at the tower that the architect was one of those snobby rich ones only hired by the biggest companies in the world.
Peter got up from his seat and shouldered his backpack, waiting for all the other kids to file out of the bus. "Well, at least I know I'll enjoy looking at all the stuff in there," Peter said to himself, not wanting to actually admit he was excited for the tour.
As Peter exited the bus behind everyone, squinting for a few moments as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun. He watched as their teacher took the roll call, making sure everyone was there. "Alright, remember! OsCorp agreed to let us tour some of their labs. But don't think of this as some easy trip to escape your paperwork. I expect all of you to be taking notes throughout this tour!" He said with no room for discussion. But despite that, he was met with grumbles from annoyed students who wanted an easier day of school. "Come on, teach!" Flash yelled from the front of one of the lines, only to be met with the teacher silencing him with a glare.
"And also I want everyone to stay together! No wandering off!" He said, naturally, that'd be a rule, so no one complained or tried to argue.
Soon, the group of students found themselves in the lobby of OsCorp. It was completely different from the outside of the building, having a brighter tone with colors like white. Glass elevators going up and down the floors, each with its own railing that went fully around a large room that went almost to the roof of the building. The entire class burst out into oohs and awes of sheer amazement at the architecture.
"This place feels so futuristic!" One of the students exclaimed, receiving a wave of agreeing nods. Even Peter had to admit that this was one of the coolest things he had ever seen.
Soon, they were approached by an intern who introduced herself as "Haily Raim." She started off the tour with a small loop around the lobby. Making sure everyone knew where to go in case they did get lost.
"Alright, let's begin the actual tour. We'll be going up to the sixth floor. Those floors include some of the technology that we'll be delivering to, as well as some genetics work. Including some research on even Quirks!" She said as she walked at the front of the group. Guiding them to a row of elevators.
They all started piling into the elevators in groups of five. It took about four minutes to get everyone in the group to the first floor. Right outside the elevators was a small lounging area. And beyond that was what felt like a labyrinth of labs and occasionally a few conference rooms. All have similar glass walls and sliding doors. "Whoa…" Peter said in stunned awe, trying to figure out how they were able to build a facility like this.
"This place is so cool!" One of the kids said all the other kids were also giving more praise to the building. Haily chuckled softly at seeing everyone's amazed faces.
She started leading through the rooms, telling them about how this floor was mainly used to train new employees and interns.
The tour on the first floor was short since most of the rooms were pretty similar, and there wasn't much to do but say hi to everyone they passed by. Getting mostly mixed reactions, some people greeted the kids back. And others asked why they were even here, leaving Haily to explain, getting a muttered reaction that went along the lines of, "This is an important space, there shouldn't be kids here!"
But soon the group of kids was back at the elevator waiting for it to come down to their floor.
"This was a pretty cool floor, but I wish the people were nicer." One of the girls said with a sigh, getting a soft pat on the back from her friend.
"Yeah, I bet the other floors are gonna be even cooler!" One of the boys said with an excited tone. A small "Tch" coming from the front of the line that was no doubt from Flash. Who had zero care for any of this stuff. Only being mildly interested in the Quirk-related stuff on the higher floors. Not that he was gonna understand anything that Haily was going to say once they did make it up there.
Peter stood in the back, jotting down notes every few minutes, as he wished he still had his camera. But like seemingly everything nice in his life besides his Aunt and Uncle, it broke when Peter tried defending a kid Flash was bullying, only to get beaten up and his camera smashed.
At least he still had his phone. (A five-year-old model with multiple cracks and scratches on the screen and casing.)
But Peter didn't care; Aunt May and Uncle Ben had saved for a long time to afford the phone for him.
"Parker, we're going to the next floor, let's go!" His teacher said, pulling Peter from his thoughts, only for him to realize the rest of the class had already taken the elevators up.
Peter, slightly embarrassed, jogged over and into the elevator without a word.
As the elevator ascended to the next floor, Peter got a better look at the lobby below. It looked a lot more spread out from above, the bustling employees already looking tiny. Despite only being on the second floor of the building!
"Damn," Peter whispered to himself as they reached the second floor with a chime. Peter walked out of the elevator, ignoring any snickers the rest of the class may have had about him zoning out and completely forgetting to get on the elevator too.
The tour continued to the second floor. It was different from the first in many aspects. One of them being the lack of the more glass that the previous floor had in it's layout.
Instead, this floor was a lot more open, with research desks with monitors and computers perched on them. With most of the people on this floor being seated at said desks, typing away at something. But Peter couldn't tell what until he got a closer look. If he got the chance.
There was also a large room that took up most of the floor. That was the server room where most of the data running through the floor went.
"This floor is mainly focused on monitoring weather conditions around the world. Via OsCorps Weather and Geologic Monitoring Stations. Or W.G.M.S. for short." Haily said with an excited tone. Obviously, finding it more interesting than most of the students despite working at OsCorp.
In the back, Peter nodded along, having already read on OsCorps W.G.M.S's. It was mainly the reason that OsCorp grew so fast when it was founded. It was developed by Norman Osborn himself! Co-founder of OsCorp and current CEO of the company.
And the reason why those machines put OsCorp on the map as a leader in technology and genetics. Since said machines required little maintenance. Only needing to be monitored remotely and actually repaired every ten. In addition, that sets it apart from most other machines like it. Like how to test the weather, it shoots up weather balloons that stay up for weeks. At heights that reach up to 50,000 feet in the air. While also being able to monitor the weather easily.
And in the actual units, their base is drilled into the ground and constantly monitors all geological activity in the area. Automatically sending and disruptions straight to both the OsCorp Tower in New York City, and to the federal and local governments of the area where the W.G.M.S. are set up. And with one of them costing around 75,000,00 dollars USD to purchase for private companies and 60,000,000 dollars USD for other countries.
And in the current years, around fifteen countries have purchased W.G.M.S.'s from OsCorp. With countries like the United States, China, Japan, France, the UK, and Russia all having purchased two to even ten of these machines.
Haily showed the class around the room. And thankfully, this time all the employees were far nicer than the ones on the last floor. Showing the kids and explaining what some of the information on the screen meant. Things like moisture levels and seismicity in and near Hong Kong. Where this W.G.M.S. was installed.
The class spent around fifteen minutes on the second floor, finding it a little bit more enjoyable.
Soon, they were all filing back into elevators to go even higher up to the third floor.
(X)
A man sat at a desk in a dark office. The windows around him dimmed as he looked straight ahead. Unflinching and emotionless.
Then a loud static rang through the quiet room before crackling into a voice. "Sir, I need to report an incident."
"What is it, Connors?" The man asked in a low voice. His eyes shifted to his desk, where a security radio sat. "There's been an incident. We've found one of our specimens dead." The voice said faltly.
The man's eyes turned furious as he glared down at the radio. "WHAT!?" He growled, his hands balling into fists as he stood up. Instantly going into a rage and tearing apart his desk, papers and pens flying across the floor as he let out a furious scream. "We only have five of those!!! HOW IS ONE DEAD!?" He yelled into the radio that now lay abandoned on the ground.
"We suspect that it's due to a recent class of middle schoolers that just got a tour of the lower floors. But despite the specimens being kept in a secure containment zone on the 87th floor, one of them seems to have escaped." The voice said with a defeated sigh.
"Damn it!" The man growled as he reached up and fixed his hair. Calming himself down enough to assess the situation on the lower floors. "I'm coming downstairs." He said, walking towards the door to his office. "But I need to tell you something, sir." The voice over the radio crackled. Pausing the man's exit. He turned his head slightly to look back at the radio.
"One of the students…he was…" He trailed off, obviously hesitating to continue. "...Parker. One of the students was his son." The man's eyes widened, and he let out a soft chuckle that quickly devolved into a crazed cackle. "OH, REALLY?" He asked as he stopped laughing and walked to leave his office. "It's been over a decade, and that bastard is still giving me trouble!" He growled as he ran his hand down his face, adgitatedly.
(One and a half hours later)
The elevator dinged as it reached the sixth floor. Peter walked out and looked around. Most of the class was already huddled together. So he joined them as Haily led them around the final floor. "This floor mainly focuses on support items and 'Quirk' research," Haily said with an excited smile as she led them around.
And this time, the entire floor was open to tour. So they spent nearly half an hour walking around. Getting to see things far more interesting than on the lower floors. With support items being the main focus of the floor.
Because of this, the class got to see many amazing support items. Some being things like a wrist-mounted grappling hook, pressure-loaded boots to improve jumping and agility. And a gauntlet that offered an almost double-punch function by shooting forward and retracting milliseconds before impact. Giving a double-tap buff to anyone using it.
And later on in the tour, they even looked at an Electron Microscope. "The largest on the eastern seaboard," Haily explained. "We mainly use it for research into 'Quirks.' Using its lenses to gain amazing detail about one's DNA. Thus, gaining more insight into how 'Quirks' work and how they can be so unique among people. But sadly, not much progress has been made on that front. And we have barely any more information than before we started the project when OsCorp was first founded."
Peter nodded along, finding the prospect of researching 'Quirks' very interesting. In fact, Peter, after finding out about his lack of having a 'Quirk', quickly devoted himself to becoming a scientist and helping people that way.
Peter kept walking around the microscope, leaving the group for a few minutes. Completely unaware of what loomed above him. Above, at the point where the microscope was connected to the ceiling, lay a spider-web.
A spider slowly lowers itself towards the ground and Peter. It was bright blue and red with the number 3 on its abdomen. Its eight emotionless eyes were almost glowing red from whatever OsCorp had done to it.
(E/N: Think the spider from the 2002 movie.)
It landed on the ground silently and scuttled its way towards Peter's foot, slowly crawling up his leg with Peter none the wiser.
"Peter! Get over here, we're almost done with the tour!" His teacher yelled upon realizing Peter's absence from the group. The sudden shouting made Peter jump slightly and turn his attention away from the microscope.
"Alright, I'm coming!" He muttered as he started walking back towards the elevators, where the class had gathered. When he felt a sudden sting on his hand, he instinctively slapped with his other hand. And Peter felt something get smashed under his palm, he lifted his hand only to see a now dead spider in it.
"Ah, jeez!" Peter said, unaware of what had just started happening to him, as he wiped the spider off and jogged to the group as they slowly started piling into the elevators.
Soon, they were back in the lobby, thanking Haily for giving them the tour before exiting OsCorp and walking back towards the bus.
The ride back was just as boring as the ride there, as Peter sat in the back. But something was different; Peter couldn't really place it, but he had this strange sinking feeling in his gut that told him something was wrong.
But he ignored it and went about the rest of his day like normal, going through the rest of his school day. Realizing that this would be his last day attending Midtown Middle. He was going to help out Aunt May and Uncle Ben with the final steps of the move.
Six Days…
Five Days…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One Day until Peter and his Aunt and Uncle left New York.
The city where Peter was born and raised. All to go to some country halfway around the world, Peter knew nearly nothing about!
He quietly sat on the ground in his room, looking around his room slowly. It was completely bare, not even his bedframe remained. He helped Uncle Ben disassemble it two days prior. a carry-on backpack lying beside him with his suitcase. His walls and floors were lined with lighter spots from the things that he once had.
His glasses were held tightly in his grasp as he shut his eyes tightly. Keeping tears of sadness from falling as he knew it was for the better. Peter was going to get a new start and a new home after all! Maybe things would be different in his new home in Japan…hopefully they would be. But Peter wouldn't give up his hopes.
"Well…I guess this is goodbye…" He said softly, sighing as he wiped the tears and smiled sadly. He was saying goodbye to the place where he had been raised. The home that his parents left him in his Aunt and Uncle's care before they died.
He unfolded his glasses and put them on, adjusting them slightly and blinking slowly. He stood up and grabbed his backpack, swinging it over his shoulders before he leaned down and extended the handle of his suitcase. He walked to his bedroom door for the final time, but paused as he reached for the handle.
He wiped his face one last time before taking a deep breath. Looking back at his room, his smile is now brighter than before. "Thanks for taking care of me, New York!" He said as he gazed at the city through his window. It was nighttime now, the lights of Manhattan shining across the East River.
A sight he would never see again for a long, long time. "I'll miss you." He whispered before turning back to his door and finally leaving his room. His luggage for the trip was being pulled in tow behind.
He took one last deep breath and looked up to see Aunt May and Uncle Ben waiting patiently at the front door. They, thankfully, had let him have his time to say goodbye before they left for the airport. They both knew how hard the move was for Peter and felt terrible for making him move from his home.
"You ready, bud?" Uncle Ben asked with a soft smile. To which Peter nodded and grinned, "Yeah, let's go!" He said ready for the next step in his life in Japan. Aunt May and Uncle Ben exchanged relieved looks at their nephews' maturity at the moment and smiled softly.
"Let's not waste any time then! Let's go, boys." Aunt May said, having never been much of a person to dilly-dally. Something Peter was thankful for since Uncle Ben could be a little too laid back sometimes.
And together they left their apartment and home for decades. Dropping off the key at the landlord's apartment before exchanging final goodbyes with any neighbors they had gotten friendly with before descending their complex and out onto the streets of Queens. Met by the warm and slightly humid air of late spring.
"Alrighty, now just to find a taxi…" Uncle Ben mused as they waited on the curb. Peter was already tired from having to help his Aunt and Uncle with the final stages of the move. And because they were catching a redeye flight to L.A., where they were having a layover, and from there they would fly to Tokyo.
Where they would stay at a hotel before collecting the car Uncle Ben had bought ahead of time. From there, they would drive south to their new apartment in Musutafu.
And Peter was dreading just that. It would be at least twenty-four hours until Peter, Aunt May, and Uncle Ben would get proper sleep in a bed. Something they were also dreading, just not as much as Peter, because they had known about the redeye flight. And an extremely long travel time between New York City and Tokyo.
"Man, I'm already tired," Peter murmured with a yawn even though he was excited to finally go on a plane. Uncle Ben flagged down a taxi after a few minutes of attempts. It pulled over, and its driver hopped out upon noticing the luggage of the passengers. The driver was some guy in his mid to late twenties with messy black hair and some peach fuzz on his face. "Where to?" He asked as he helped Uncle Ben load their suitcases into the trunk.
"Kennedy International Airport." Uncle Ben responded with a wry chuckle as he lifted the last suitcase into the trunk. "That's a pretty long trip, but hop in." The driver said with a sigh as he walked to the driver's side and hopped into the front seat. He pulled up John F. Kennedy International Airport on his GPS and calculated the price to be around 45 dollars.
Making Peter cringe at the price in the back. But Uncle Ben agreed to the price, and they started driving. The trip felt far longer than it actually was for Peter. The whole drive felt almost like slow motion to him as memories of his life ran through his head too fast to linger on one particular one for too long.
And soon they were at the airport. Peter watched as Uncle Ben paid the taxi driver and thanked him for the drive over. And in response, he mumbled something about it just being his job before rolling up his window and driving away in the slow traffic. Even at a late hour like now.
The Parkers walked into the airport and walked through the initial security before getting to TSA. Which took around half an hour, leaving the Parkers shuffling to their gate and flight.
It was around midnight when they got to their gate, and about twelve-thirty when they actually got on their flight. Taking up one of the rows of three seats. Peter at the window seat, Aunt May in the middle, and Uncle Ben volunteering for the aisle seat. Or as he put it, "Sacrificing himself to the aisle seat." Which got a weak chuckle from Peter and Aunt May as they were already half asleep despite the sound of the engines whirring outside.
They waited for about fifteen minutes in silence as the final few passengers boarded the flight. Soon, the door to the gate was closed and sealed. The airlock activated as the plane went through its final preparations before flight.
"Hello. This is your captain here, we're currently making our last checks and prepositions before takeoff. So I would recommend fastening your seatbelts, and enjoy your're flight to L.A." The captain of the plane announced over the speaker before the plane started backing into the runway.
Peter looked out his window at all the lights lining the runway to signal where it was. The sight mesmerized Peter for a few moments. Before being pushed against his seat as the plane accelerated down the runway with increasing speed. He let out a soft laugh before his stomach dropped at the feeling of the plane leaving the ground. Having never gone through that feeling and not enjoying it in the least.
He closed his eyes as the plane flew higher. He opened them again after a few seconds. Getting a stunning view of New York City, and for as long as he could see the city, he just looked at it. Watching as New York grew further and further away. "Bye, New York…" He said softly before feeling Aunt May's hand holding his gently. Giving it a soft squeeze. And Peter turned from his window to see Aunt May's smiling face.
"It'll be alright, Peter." She said in a soft, comforting voice. And Peter nodded softly. "Yeah…yeah, it will." Peter agreed as Aunt May let go of his hand and prepared to join Uncle Ben, who was already sound asleep. Snoring softly. Having pulled out her neck pillow in advance, she put it on and leaned on Uncle Ben.
And Peter grabbed his phone and earbuds. Plugging them in before putting them in his ears. Pressing the shuffle button on his playlist. And soon Peter, too, was sound asleep.
(Pink Floyd, The Wall: Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 1)
(A/N)
*Long awkward silence…* Yo…so um it's been a while… hehe nearly a year since I first published my first version of Chapter 1 on FanFiction.net…damn.
But um…I'm back, and I've completed chapter 2! (Nearly four months after chapter 1 was published)
Yeah…sorry about it taking so long. Especially my FanFiction readers! You guys have shown the most support out of every site this story's posted on! I'm SORRY!!!
Also, if you were wondering why I chose to use Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 1 at the end of the chapter is because the lyrics reminded me of Peter's relationship with his father. Look up the lyrics, and I think you guys will get it.
Ahem… Um, anyway, I'm open to any questions anyone might have for me with the story. Also, I posted about this on Wattpad, but would anyone be interested in a One Piece X Spider-Man story? YAY for yes! And NAY for no! So yeah, if you couldn't tell by my new pfp I'm a One Piece fan now! But I'm a Spider-Man fan always! So my stories are always gonna focus on him and maybe some characters in his mythos.
So yeah, I'm gonna be making a new effort to release chapters semi-weekly in the future. Anyway, tell me what you guys thought about this chapter! And tell me everything. What you liked and what you didn't, it'll be harder to improve without being told what I'm lacking in.
And yeah that's about it for this A/N so I'll see you guys in the comments and in the next chapter! BYE BYE!!!