A Summary of 15 Years and A Raid on Oscorp

...Well. Where do I start?

My name is now Peter B. Parker. I was born in August in 1994 which meant I'm now nearly 15 as the year became 2009 just two months ago. So, it's February. February 19th, for reference.

So, 14 and something years since I woke up as a baby in a delivery ward of a New York Hospital.

Tony Stark had admitted to be Iron Man. Thor had fought the Destroyer in New Mexico. Hulk had fought against the Abomination in Harlem. I'd also seen multiple old-timey videos of Captain America. Both of his time in the war and his shows before the war when he was practically America's poster boy for propaganda.

So, I was in the MCU. As Spider-Man, no less. If you hadn't already realized from the name, anyway.

It took...quite a while to get used to that fact. Part of me was terrified of what was to come...but another part of me was thrilled.

I came from a world where there was only so much one person could do. Even with my skills and abilities as an assassin, I'd still get taken down by a squad of elite and well-trained special ops soldiers. Not to mention how I could die just as easily as the next person; I was still a human, after all. Just a very deadly one.

Now that I was in a world with so many opportunities to become something...more, I couldn't hold my excitement in.

Not to mention that I was a bit of a dork even back on my Earth.

What? Just because I'm an assassin I can't like comics? Well, I do see your point, but I respectfully disagree!

Jokes aside, I've been preparing myself for the future and today I was ready.

But before that, let's go over what I've done with my time so far. Well, turns out Uncle Ben and Aunt May were already dead. Which was a shame as I really did want to meet them. But nevermind. I tried out the whole orphanage deal and I even got adopted. By Dorothy Walker, no less. Trish Walker's mom and the woman who adopted Jessica Jones after her family died.

I guess I was a publicity stunt - 'Poor boy who lost his parents and all immediate family, adopted by saint Dorothy Walker' was probably the message she was going for. It worked, somewhat.

I wasn't a problem child like Jess but I definitely wasn't a child who was...Actor potential. I was crass and rarely smiled but not because I couldn't but rather because I didn't want to. I didn't want to become some child actor - who knows what creeps mess around in that business. I'd rather not get traumatized, thank you very much.

Alas, she couldn't just give me back after she made such a big deal about it, so I stayed with them for a while.

Trish was nice. She was much younger than she would be in MCU canon - about 9 when I first met her, and she loved to act the role of a loving big sister. I knew why - it was a distraction from all the crap Dorothy gave her. More than one time I saw Dorothy hit Trish. It...it wasn't nice to watch, I'll be honest. Which is why I whispered little nothings into Trish's ear and convinced her to take up martial arts. Just so she'd maybe fight back in whatever way she could.

Sadly, despite her taking up martial arts and taking a keen interest in physical fitness after seeing me running and exercising my body, she didn't fight back.

I realize now that I thought too much of a child. Not many children would fight back against their parent. Even if they did abuse them. Yet Trish was always a nice to me despite her troubled upbringing. Always doting on me and helping me with what I needed. Which was mainly more food so I could build my body properly.

I stayed with the Walker family for 7 years. Mainly training my body and getting my muscle memory back. Food was never a problem and the warmth of a bed was something I knew I wouldn't have forever, so I stayed as long as I could.

During this time I met Jessica. She was angsty. Extremely so. Not that I blame her - her family had just died. She didn't speak much to me but over the few years I knew her, we'd reached a pleasant balance and were more sibling-like than either of us would like to admit.

Though she was a real bitch sometimes. Her super-strength was a real bitch to work around.

Can't wait until I rub 'that' in her fucking face when I finally get powers.

But alas, everything good must come to an end, and it did when I turned 11. Luckily, despite being in Spidey's body, I seemed to still be a mix between Peter Parker and who I used to be. What did this mean? I wasn't the weedy and short little kid Peter would be at 11 but rather tall enough to pass off as a short adult while having an athletic build. Why is this lucky? Because I left and went to pursue a career in what I knew best:

Assassination, of course!

I went to the streets with all the clothes I could find plus all the money in the house. What? I was grateful for the food and the home they gave me but they would've gotten the money back soon enough while I was gonna be living on the streets.

Anyway, I took my money and began to scope out the underworld of New York. Who to go to for guns, who to go to for fake ID's etc etc, I found it all out.

I started off with a Glock I brought for an overly exaggerated price and a few clips of ammo. Then, I went around and asked if anyone needed anything taken care of. I went to biker bars, known mob meet-up areas - I went around all of 'em. No one took me seriously at first, because honestly, who would? I was a kid. A tall and athletic-looking kid but a kid nonetheless. But when someone actually took the chance and gave me a small errand, everyone soon began to find out that I wasn't all talk and no bite.

Of course, I didn't operate under the name Peter and I didn't even show my face. When people asked my name, I just told them to call me whatever they wanted and when asked about why I wore a mask, I just said I was horrifically scarred.

They bought it, obviously, but it's not like they cared all that much in the first place.

Anyway, as my rep increased, so did the seriousness of my jobs and the money I earned from them. Oh and I put a bullet in Kilgrave's head before he could get to Jessica. I don't care about fucking with canon or 'what's supposed to happen'. The guy was a creep and deserved to die. Even before he got to Jessica, he'd killed and destroyed everything and person he came into contact with.

Anyway, where was I? Ah, my growing reputation and 100% success rate. Which is how I came to work primarily for Wilson Fisk for a short period of time.

He gave me a lot of money and surprisingly, a lot of respect. He was a decent guy. Well, when you look away from all the murder and cruelty he's committed.

Anyway, I hadn't exactly been just physically training either. I am Peter Parker, after all, and I have that ridiculous IQ at my own disposal now. So, when I was growing up, I learnt as much as I could about biology, chemistry and genetics and have honed my craft till this point in time. I never stopped learning for this point in time.

Which is why I had Wilson Fisk buy certain machine parts that I couldn't otherwise get instead of just giving me money. So, by now, I had everything I needed and I was ready.

For what? To raid Oscorp and steal what was rightfully mine, of course.

I'd long left the assassin job - it was a means to an end, after all. While I was doing it, I was making other ways for me to make money. Investing in companies, selling my own little tidbits of technology from my 2029 Earth. Mainly, I made money off of idiots. How so? Well, when Tony Stark said they weren't going to be making weapons any longer, his company's stocks dropped massively. Everyone jumped ship and their stock value was at an all-time low.

So, being the clever little bastard I am, I took the once in a lifetime opportunity and brought as much of Stark Industries stock as I could.

After it came out that he was Iron Man, stock value had already jumped back up and I was earning a decent amount annually. Funnily enough, it's all going towards my own plans for the future but that's that - it's for the future, so there's no point in thinking about it now.

So, let's get to the matter at hand.

Reaching into the box in front of me, I grabbed as many wires as I could and yanked them out before jumping and getting back in the air shaft I used to get here. Crawling forward, I continued onward before consulting the map I'd memorized before coming here. Right, then straight on for 30 meters, then a left and another straight for 12 meters and then I should be right above where I need to be.

And sure enough, when I cut through the bottom of metal vent with my very own high-intensity laser - you'd be surprised what you could make with a bunch of scraps, so imagine what I could do with millions of dollars funding my creative genius~

Dropping to the ground, the metal vent clattered to the ground and I turned on my night vision goggles before looking around.

A bunch of confused and terrified scientists.

They looked to where I was or more specifically where they'd heard metal clattering against the ground and using this distraction, I went from person to person knocking them out. No need to kill them - none of them saw my face and they were innocents, so killing was unnecessary.

Looking toward the computers that were faced away from me, I figured that info about there being a back-up power supply for computers was true. Saves me some trouble, I guess. I was just going to take the whole thing but now I'm gonna take the whole thing AND delete everything they have on the Serum and Spider's.

Walking over to them, I made sure my black ski mask was secured over my face and didn't show anything off before I pulled out a USB I'd brought just in case the info about the computers was correct. Which it was, so preparedness for the win? Yeah, preparedness for the win.

Plugging it in, I rapidly went through their files, downloading things of interested but mainly getting everything they had on the Oz Serum and the information about the Spider's they'd made.

Scrunching my brow, I read through some pretty odd files - there was more than one enhanced spider. There were 6 of them. All different species.

...Well, I guess I'll take 'em all then.

While the information was downloading, I walked over to a nearby rack and saw one of the things I came here for: The Oz Serum. Smiling as wide as humanly possible, I took a dozen tubes of the stuff and put them into the specially made and ultra padded pouches on my person. Ultra padded as in they absorbed about 60% of all kinetic energy that came into contact with them but only up until a certain amount.

So, stopping the vials from smashing while I mess around in the air vents? Easy. Stopping bullets or superhuman punches? Not so much. Though I bet it'd do a hell of a lot better than Kevlar. Well, after I've done this, I'll sell it to the police. They're gonna need it with what's about to come.

Superheroes and superpowered bad guys. Aliens as well.

Hearing a ding, I knew the download was over and I quickly rushed back over and began uploading a virus to the Oscorp servers. It'd delete just about anything I'd downloaded and also mess with any existing projects they had. If Norman still becomes the Green Goblin or rather, if Norman shows any signs of becoming the Green Goblin, I'm gonna take his head off his shoulders.

I don't care about the morality or whatever. I want to be a hero and make the world a better place. I want to help people and just because I'm an assassin doesn't mean I enjoyed the killing. But I'll be a hero but on my own terms.

I will not abide by threats to my life. Or, if I somehow find some friends or a woman who I can love, I won't let threats that could take them away from me exist either.

Call me ruthless, call me a bad guy, hell, you can even call me a monster if that helps - I don't care.

Some people just don't deserve to be alive after what they've done or what they're going to do. Especially the insane supervillian types.

Taking the USB, I shoved it back into the secure and padded pocket before I lifted a finger up to my ear and activated the ear piece inside it, "Karen, blow the charges and lock the doors for everything in the building other than the spider's holding room."

I didn't get a reply but instead felt the building shake as the charges I'd placed in strategic positions went off. Strategic in the sense that it didn't make the building collapse but caused enough trouble to distract Oscorp security and personnel and get them out of the building.

Now, onto where the spiders are being held! I must liberate them (so I can use them to transform myself into Spider-Man)!