And before we start i have to remind everyone here that i use chatgpt to translation my novel from Arabic to English so yeah you may find it weird a little bit but i tried my best and it's a different timeline so people will know stuff and some will not know so don't come to me and say this person never done that in the comic or whatever. It's a fanfic my friend
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Chapter 1
The sky over Queens was a lazy gray, stretching wide over the narrow streets like a thin wool blanket. The kind of sky that made most teenagers hit the snooze button twice—but not Silas Throne.
He was already up, dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans, stepping into the world with that familiar crooked smile on his face.
With each step toward Midtown High School, he passed people—neighbors, shopkeepers, random dog walkers—and they all greeted him the same way.
"Morning, Silas!"
"You look sharp, kid!"
"Keep that smile up. You make this block feel alive!"
Silas waved, chuckled, gave them finger guns or casual salutes. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, light like he didn't have a worry in the world. And in some ways, he didn't. He had no parents to check in with, no one waiting at home. Just his own space, his own rules, his own silence.
But out here, he was alive.
He turned the corner near the bakery, where the scent of warm dough filled the air, and spotted Flash Thompson leaning against the wall, surrounded by a couple of his football buddies.
"Yo, Throne!" Flash called, grinning. "Tell me something good."
Silas walked backwards past them, smirking. "You look like a guy who passed his last math test. Am I right?"
Flash blinked. "...Actually, I did."
"Then that's something good, isn't it?" Silas flashed a wink and kept walking. The jocks laughed behind him, and even Flash gave a small shake of his head like he didn't want to like Silas—but couldn't help it.
By the time Silas made it into the school gates, he'd already high-fived three freshmen, made the janitor laugh, and gave a senior girl relationship advice in the hallway. He didn't belong to any clique, because he belonged to all of them.
That was his magic.
Inside classroom 4B, Peter Parker was already at his desk near the window, flipping through his notes. MJ sat across from him, doodling something in the margins of her notebook—probably a sketch of someone deep in thought.
Silas dropped into the seat next to Peter, tossing his backpack down with a loud thud.
"You guys ever notice," Silas said casually, "how Mondays feel like they're personally trying to fight you?"
Peter chuckled. "Isn't that every day in this place?"
MJ looked up. "You're the only person who can make Mondays feel like Fridays, Silas."
He bowed slightly. "I take tips in compliments and chocolate."
The classroom slowly filled with chatter and students, until Mr. Harrington clapped his hands and raised his voice from the front of the room.
"Alright, settle down! I've got an announcement that might even make you zombies smile."
The room quieted.
Mr. Harrington grinned like it was the best news he'd ever delivered. "This Thursday, our class is going on a field trip to Oscorp Industries. That's right—one of the top tech labs in New York. Cutting-edge science, clean facilities, and yes, there will be security watching your every move. So try not to stick your fingers into glowing goo."
Laughter rippled through the class.
Peter perked up instantly. "Oscorp?" he whispered. "That's huge. They've been working on genetic algorithms, cross-species studies, biotech—"
Silas leaned closer. "I dunno, man. Sounds like the kind of place where someone accidentally creates a murder octopus."
Peter looked mildly horrified. " You mean Doctor Octopus? Now i think about this. This name sounds so cool. Like a strong villain name"
"I mean whatever you're picturing, Pete."
The day passed quickly. Between chemistry class, bad cafeteria pizza, and gym drills no one wanted to do, the thought of the upcoming Oscorp trip buzzed in everyone's minds. Silas, meanwhile, continued to glide through the school like a quiet storm—laughing with the teachers, helping a kid find her locker, getting roped into a debate in history class he clearly didn't study for and still winning it with charm alone.
By Thursday morning, the bus ride to Oscorp felt more like a school party. Flash tossed popcorn at his friends, MJ had her camera ready for artsy photos, and Peter kept whispering facts about Oscorp that nobody asked for but Silas still nodded along to.
"Did you know," Peter said, "that Oscorp developed a synthetic spider silk that's stronger than steel?"
Silas raised an eyebrow. "Cool. Let's hope they didn't teach their spiders how to shoot it at us."
Inside Oscorp, they were greeted by a woman in a sleek lab coat, who ushered them into a long glass hallway. Silas could see clean white rooms through each panel—rooms full of vials, machines, glowing monitors. Something about the air felt...charged. Like static before lightning.
"This way, please," the woman said.
They passed one lab filled with robotic arms constructing tiny circuits. Another with tanks of glowing green fluid. And then they entered a darker room lined with terrariums and containment tubes. In the center was a clear case, where several spiders rested in a web of nearly invisible silk.
"Here," the woman said, "we study cross-species genetics. These spiders have been engineered to carry DNA sequences designed for tissue regeneration, adaptive muscle growth, and rapid neural enhancement. Fascinating, isn't it?"
Peter was practically shaking with excitement.
Silas, on the other hand, stayed quiet for once. He stared at the spiders, a smile still on his face—but his black eyes seemed to linger, deep in thought.
MJ nudged him. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "Just thinking how weird it is that no one ever asks how the spider feels about all this."
Then, something happened.
One spider—its body faintly blue with a shimmer of crimson across its back—began to crawl up the inside of the case.
The tour guide turned her back to explain something about silk enzymes, but Silas's attention stayed locked on the spider.
As the group moved on, Silas lingered. Just a few seconds behind.
It was enough.
The moment the others turned the corner, a low click sounded. The panel of the containment case had been left slightly ajar.
The spider dropped.
Silas didn't scream. Didn't flinch.
He felt it—a sharp pinch on the back of his hand. Like electricity striking through the veins.
His breath hitched.
He looked down. The spider was already dead at his feet.
Something pulsed beneath his skin. Hot. Wrong. Alive. His vision flickered, just for a second, and the world seemed to shimmer at the edges.
Then the group's voices echoed back.
"Silas! You coming?"
He blinked. Swallowed. Covered the spot on his hand.
"Yeah," he called out, already stepping away.
He didn't look back.
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