6 Juiced-Up Tumultuous Timeline
'I need to get my hands on Gwen's blood without her suspecting anything,' he thought and immediately formulated a plan to do so.
He would get her to willingly give him blood. That would be far more convenient than stealing it.
"Well, now for the hard part..." he sighed to himself and booted up his computer. It was time to crack the passwords to his Bank Account, Email, and other essential websites.
'Wish I got his memories,' he sighed once more, before beginning his project.
***
It was 6 pm when he began cracking his passwords, and it took him two hours to gain access to almost everything.
He was lucky that his smartphone allowed for fingerprint recognition, which he quickly used to change its PIN. Once that was done, he used the 'Forgot Password' option for his computer PIN and made it send an SMS to his phone to gain access.
Once that was done, he attempted to log into his email, which promptly blocked him. Unfortunately, the 'Forgot Password' option refused to let him use his phone to confirm his identity. Instead, it forced him to log into a reference email ID that he did not possess the password to.
"Fuck..." he whispered before thinking furiously. Randomly guessing the password would be insanity. The sheer number of possibilities would be endless, and he would never crack it within fifty years.
'The best way to do this would be to code a program to do it for me... but I'm a Biology Major. The only computer language I know is one of the most archaic ones. One that I learned as a joke when I was in tenth grade,' he thought morosely.
Once he had the time, he HAD to become more tech-savvy - especially in a world where a human could build exoskeletons that could take on Celestials.
"No time to waste..." he muttered before downloading the only computer language he knew - Qbasic into his PC.
He sighed as the archaic tab opened.
'Now this is the true test of my intellect,' he thought.
***
Even with his unrealistic brain, it took thirty minutes to design a program to perpetually create and enter passwords depending on the parameters entered.
He entered the parameters that were - Former Peter's love for Ghost-Spider, his full name, his age, the names of the people he was close to, and so on, and let the program run.
"Now that was annoying..." he sighed, leaning back in his chair, before immediately jerking back when he spotted the program successfully logging in within three tries.
"Three fucking tries?! Just how weak was the password?!" he exclaimed and checked the program to see the password.
"Oh..." he said, "No wonder it was so easy..."
[IloveGhost-Spider69696969]
***
After changing the absolutely atrocious password to something far more complex, he went through his emails, which were mostly from Oscorp.
They detailed the scholarship and the sessions with Dr. Curt Connors, which would begin after graduation - given that he licensed the chemical formula for the cancer treatment to them. It was a fair deal, given that he would receive twenty percent in royalties during every manufacturing of the chemical before his patent became public. He would get all the credit too - they would merely be distributors.
As the chemical was still theoretical and it was only partially synthesized in the school laboratory, he still had to give them a working product within four months.
"Easy enough..." Peter muttered to himself. It was a steady stream of money, and given the sheer scope of his invention, he would eventually have more money than he could possibly use. He could always license the patent to other companies to become insanely rich. 'I'll do it after I meet with Dr. Conners in four days.'
There was even an email from the aforementioned Doctor that requested the same thing as the letter he sent him.
Peter quickly typed out an appropriate response and agreed to meet him in one of Oscorp's Labs nearby. It would be quite interesting to see the incredible technology they would have in the company.
Now that he fully possessed his email ID, he could now get into all the other essential websites quite easily. Even his Minor bank account was easily accessible...
'Need to make security tighter somehow...' he thought to himself. 'Not now, later...'
He then got up and walked to the only thing he hadn't inspected properly in the room.
The fridge - one that acted as both normal storage and a fridge - Oscorp technology.
He was hit by a blast of cold air as he opened the door. It was filled with just what he expected. Numerous blood samples filled a whole section of the fridge - meticulously labeled and stored in separate, temperature-regulated boxes.
Most were samples of blood that former Peter wished to integrate into the Lizard serum. How exactly he got them was a total mystery as there were samples of blood from certain species that would require him to travel all around the world. Did he request Oscorp to provide him with the samples? In the name of Cancer research?
Even an Axolotl blood sample was among the others. A shame really - if former Peter had been able to get his hands on a living Axolotl, perhaps his regeneration would've been much better. Unfortunately, all he had was the common wall lizard.
The blood samples were:
Gekkonidae (Gecko)
Ambystoma mexicanum (Axolotl)
Varanus komodoensis (Komodo Dragon)
Furcifer pardalis (Panther Chameleon)
Heloderma suspectum (Gila Monster)
Moloch horridus (Thorny Devil)
Five vials of the same species remained. Perhaps there were more before - which former Peter used for creating the Proto-Lizard serums.
Petri dishes with cell cultures lined one side, while a non-refrigerated chamber stored most of the unused blood collection tubes and vials. There was even a small compartment at the bottom of the fridge - on which a sticky note sat with 'DO NOT OPEN (DELICATE)' written on it. Most probably to prevent someone from seeing too much.
He ever so slowly opened the compartment to see two vials both filled with colorless fluid inside. Yet another sticky note sat next to it that read - (BIHT yet to be applied)
This was an incomplete serum with only the BOE (Base of Evolution) completed. If one took this, they would constantly shift between Base and Form II before promptly exploding - something the former Peter found out via a poor lizard when first testing the very first iteration of the serum.
When he realized that the BOE wasn't enough to make the serum viable, he created something that completely baffled the current Peter. To make shifting to Form II more stable and plausible - he created yet another genetic engineering marvel.
The BIHT (Biologically Interfaced Hormonal Trigger) - It created something akin to a mental switch which stabilized Form II and allowed the subject to switch between both forms with ease. This was achieved by genetically linking the activation of the enhanced traits to the release of specific hormones and neurotransmitters.
'Fucking genius-level intellect,' Peter grumbled to himself before closing the fridge. 'So damn unfair. Thank goodness I have it'
He then went back to his PC before booting up the internet.
'Time to learn about the world I was dropped into.'
***
"Damn... this is fucking bad..." he whispered as he read the information on the screen.
Tony Stark looked exactly like RDJ and not like he had been kidnapped by the Ten Rings yet. Obadiah Stane was still by his side.
Captain America was a War Hero who was considered dead, and in older photos, he looked exactly like Chris Evans.
Captain America's personal squad had a Bucky Barnes who looked like Sebastian Stan, and a James Howlett who suspiciously looked like a younger version of Hugh Jackman.
A certain Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters existed.
Magneto was an international superterrorist.
The Fantastic Four were a small superhero group in Manhattan, New York.
And most surprisingly, the country of Latveria existed which was ruled by their Supreme Leader - Doctor Victor Von Doom, one of the brightest minds in the human species and an example of pure, indomitable will.
"This is like the MCU that's mutated with Marvel Comic Serum," he muttered to himself, his brain whirring at full force...
***
