80 My SI Stash #80 - Harry Osborn - Black Spider by samchinmay (Marvel Avengers & Spider-Man)

-This SI Marvel fic was recently published, SI as Harry Osborn~~ for shashank_bhatt

*First chapters are quite short but it does get lengthier

Sypnosis: Waking up as 6 year old Harry Osborn is not fun. But it can be fun If I want it to be. Read how I live my life as a superhero kicking ass and taking names. Self insert Harry Osborn. Pairing not fixed yet, could be anything from Gwen to Wanda. I'll inform you guys later when I'm sure of it.

Rated: T

Words: 90K

Posted on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13470348/2/Harry-Osborn-Black-Spider (samchinmay)

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

The first thing I felt upon waking up is that I'm small. A lot smaller than I last remember being. It was disorienting.

The last I remember, I was a 23 year old student in India studying in Mumbai. It was January 4th 2020 and I was going to college by bus. There was an explosion. And then I'm waking up here. Did I lose my legs or something? Was that a terrorist?

No. I can feel my legs just fine. Slowly, I get up out of the bed I'm laying in and take a look around. The room I'm in is magnificent. Its like those you see in movies. So I'm in a rich person's house. But why? Did they kidnap me? Pfffft.. I'm not that important of a person. Neither is anyone in my family. And they haven't even restrained me.

So kidnapping is out. Determining that I'm definitely not being kidnapped, I get up. As soon as I get up I realize that something is very different. My perception of everything is different. Not wrong, just different.

Stumbling a little, I make my way to what I assume to be the en suite bathroom. Fucking rich people. In the mirror there I can see exactly what is wrong with me. I'm smaller. A lot smaller. That was evident while I was walking over here from the bed. But now I know why I am smaller. I look like a baby. A bloody baby. Well not exactly a baby. More like a 3 feet high kid.

As soon as I look at my reflection and I don't recognise the face in there, the baby face in the mirror, I swallow the urge to scream bloody murder and run towards the bed to sleep. Hoping that this is a bad dream. Praying to all the gods in the Hindu religion -that I know- I go to sleep.

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The next time I wake up, I have two sets of memories. So things are a little bit clearer. One set is a little -blurry?- and it has the 23 odd years of my life as an Indian dude -that I can remember- while the second set is of a 6 year old white American kid named Harry Osborn. Name looks familiar doesn't it?

After freaking out for about an hour on being reborn, I start analysing my memories. My new name is Harry Osborn, my father's name is Norman Osborn. My father and I don't get on well, and practically hate each other. My mother died ehike giving birth to me and Nornan doesn't talk about her much. He is a businessman and a scientist working in his own company and he's hired Bernard to take care of me in his absence. So like 90% of the time. But why does everything sound so familiar?

Of course it does. I'm in the Marvel Universe. I don't know which Marvel Universe. There are so many of them. But I think its the Sony Spider-verse. That's because my father in this life, Norman Osborn- God it feels creepy just saying it- looks like the actor from the first Spider-Man movie. You know the only Spider-Man trilogy. With Toby McGuire as Peter Parker. Yeah that one. I don't exactly know the actor's name.

So of course my father in this life is going to be a villain in a superhero's origin story. Welp. What can ya do? I can kill him, but I don't think I have it in me to take a life. Plus he hasn't committed a crime yet.

Holy shit it just sunk in. I died. And I got reborn. As a friend-to-be of one of the superheroes. Well not yet superhero, but still he's one of my favourite characters in any comic book. Peter is smart, strong and funny. What's not to like?

I can conclude a few things at least. My previous life is over. Either I died, or the 6 year old Harry Osborn from this Universe has possession of my body in my original Universe. Either way, not my problem. I already hated my life. I will miss my family though. But we were already growing apart. Maybe it was rebellion in me or maybe it was meant to be. But I won't waste the second chance I've got to live my life from the start again. Well almost from the start.

From Harry's memories I can tell that Norman and I don't get along. He has even hired Bdrnard just so he didn't have to take care of me. Bernard is to me exactly what I expected Alfred to be like to Batman. In the 6 years of my life, he has taken care of me like a father would. Only he gets paid. But still, he cares for me. While Norman is busy with Oscorp. I don't even think he grieved for my mother after her death.

Seriously. In the 6 years ,of which I can remember a little from after I was 3 years old me and Norman have had 2 conversations that did not result in either one of us shouting at the other. We all know how he behaved in those movies. But I seriously underestimated him. Anyways. I think I have to prepare. Either for my father to eventually become Green Goblin and cause chaos, or in case this Universe is joined with Marvel Comic or Movie verse then for different alien invasions. Either that or I'll just be stronger just for the sake of it. There are a lot of strong villains in any Marvel Universe.

From my memories I can tell the date is 28th September 1999. I was born on July 14th 1993. I have 10 years to prepare for everything that may come up. But first, I'm hungry. Let's hope Bernard has made my favourite blueberry pancakes.

Good thing My memories have merged together. Or else I'd be wondering why I know how blueberry pancakes taste like.

Chapter 2

Adrian King1: I was actually going to make the first suit mostly black with a little bit of blue thrown in and a spider mark on either his chest or the back. So basically like the venom suit without being actually Venom. Less bulky. And the Black-Spider was because he'll just have spider powers but will be nothing like Original Spiderman. I didn't plan on including Venom in this fic at all. Thanks for the review.

October 5th, 2009:

I've been living my 2nd life as Harry Osborn for close to 10 years now. I am now 16 years old. The last 10 years of my life have gone really well. The first thing I did after improving my hand writing a little was write as much as I could remember about the Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Spider-verse and just as a precaution The X-Men Universe, just in case I ever start forgetting things. It was not a lot at first, though I added a lot of things I suddenly remembered over the years.

Mainly I couldn't remember or in some cases didn't even know the exact dates of an event. Like I know Peter gets bitten by a spider during a school trip to Oscorp. But I don't even know how old he was, let alone the date he was bitten on. As a precautionary measure, I wrote everything in Marathi-Hindi mix while using the English Alphabets. I kept the book, which I called The Black Book of Secrets in which I wrote everything always with me and kept on adding anything that I think is relevant. This was because I knew that I will forget a lot of things as I keep getting older.

Along with writing MCU trivia, I also begged Bernard to ask Norman to send me to different classes. I began with Taekwondo and Karate at the age of 6, Kenjutsu and Judo at 8, and then kept on progressing and practicing those three styles.

After getting a hang of fighting in disciplinary fighting styles, I started renting out videos of other martial arts and practicing at home. By the time I was 13, I could say I am proficient in as much as 6 fighting styles. Of course fighting is not the only thing I learned. A 6 year old brain is really adaptive. So I took full advantage of it. I began learning everything I could, but hid it all from Norman. Even at the age of 11 I had a pretty decent grasp of high school level Biology, and College level understanding of Physics, Chemistry, Math, Computer science and Programming.

I selected my top subjects carefully. Physics and Math are a given because I plan to either start up my own Electronics company or work at Oscorp until eventually Norman dies. Chemistry so that I could understand the working of the Oz-Serum and if possible, modify it. Computer science and Programming were selected because I wanted to learn hacking. And ever since I saw Iron Man 1 movie I had always wanted an A.I. Also these subjects skills are those that would not go to waste.

I kept my level of knowledge hidden from Norman but told Bernard. I had to beg Bernard not to tell Norman because then Norman would have forced me to skip grades, study more and as soon as I was smart enough for him I would have been drafted at Oscorp. Thankfully Bernard liked me more than he liked Norman.

I told Bernard my plans for opening a company independent of my father when I get old enough. And he was very supportive. When I say I called him Dad a couple times when I got emotional and he smiled at me, I'm not lying.

Though these years were amazing, there were tough times too. Getting scolded by Norman for minute reasons one of them. Another was when Norman found my Black Book of Secrets. He thought It was my diary/journal and tried to read it. I thanked a lot of gods that he did not understand my Marathi-Hindi-English mix language in texting format. I kept rewriting stuff so I would remember more details and kept adding codes to it. After not understanding a thing written in it he called me a "Delusional kid writing nonsense" and threw the book at my face. It hurt a lot but I was too busy sighing in relief to actually feel any pain. Physical or emotional.

That taught me to keep things better hidden. After learning ethical hacking, I started keeping tabs on my father's company by hacking into it. Ugh.. that man is vile. I first thought that he became evil only because of the defective serum. But from what I have seen in the last 2 years of sneaking into his personal files, he has a lot if crimes under his belt. Dealing with criminals the least amongst them. The reason I hacked into Oscorp is that I wanted to know how their Spider and Oz-Serum experiments are going on. The Spider experiments had stopped after hitting a road block after the death of Richard Parker. And the Oz-Serum hadn't started yet.

After researching a bit I found out that Stark Industries exists here. Tony Stark was born in 1970 and was now designing weapons for Stark Industries. But no matter how hard I searched, I could not find any reference to Reed Richards, Victor Von Doom or the rest of the fantastic four. I couldn't even find evidence if any kf the mutants existing. So I knew this universe was a fusion if the Spiderverse and the MCU. Why the MCU? Well the faces matched those of the MCU characters. Steve Rogers is Chris Evans, Tony Stark is RDJ,etc etc.

Now here I am. 16 years old. Junior year student at Midtown High. Best friends with Peter Parker and a good friend to Gwen Stacy. Life was good. We were finally going on a field trip to Oscorp. This was the one, I knew it. Oscorp had started working on Oz-serum and an armour for the military a few months ago. So I knew it was time. I had already kept a glass jar with holes in the lid with me. I wanted to get the spider that's going to bite Peter to bite me too so that I could get Spider-Man's powers too. Who wouldn't want it?

So here I am standing with Peter and the rest of our class outside Oscorp waiting to gain entry.

"So Peter. You excited?" I ask him with an amused smile. He looks like he's gonna piss his pants with excitement.

He says, "No shit, Sherlock! This is Oscorp! Their genetic research is ground-breaking! They even have military contracts! Everything is amazing! I always wanted to come work here when I got older." At this point he has stars in his eyes and I had to try really hard not to laugh at him.

"Yes, I know. My father is the CEO of the company here, Peter." I deadpan.

" Don't you and your father meet like twice a year? What did you say it was? Biannual torture meeting?" Now he's the one amused and I'm the one blushing.

"My dear Pete. Just because my dear father doesn't tell me anything about the company doesn't mean I know nothing." I say indignantly.

He gives me a deadpan stare. "Yeah? Keep telling yourself that. I don't want anything to go wrong today." Hah. Classic Pete. He got used to me pretty easily. I just gave him a smile that said I know more than you do and he huffed and ignored me. Jerk.

Peter Parker as a comic character was really smart. And he was hiding his brain power so that he could get friends. This Peter, who had me to compete with, someone who at least understood what he wanted to say, is a real genius. He is like a mini Reed Richards. He is definitely smarter than me in most subjects. Except anything engineering. He could build most things if needed, but he wasn't Tony Stark.

Me? Well I don't know how I compare to Tony in terms of Mechanics, probably below him But in programming I was about equal to him. I had already prepared an AI for when I go crime fighting. I named her Siri. What? Apple doesn't exactly exist here and in my defence, I was 15. I haven't exactly challenged him for a hack off or something like that. So no I can't tell who is better. Most of my genius is due to my early studying and the rest is my dear old dad's 'superior genes'. His words, not mine.

Anyways, the whole trip I stuck close to Peter. Not even paying attention to the lectures, because frankly, I knew it all. I had Siri connected to my phone and knew that she would warn me if something untoward was going to happen. Like someone talking to me.

"Ah!" A soft gasping voice was the only thing I heard from Peter and seeing him rub his left hand, I knew, the spider had bitten him. Now to find it. I searched around him without being obvious and found it close to my right leg. Thank you God! I bent down to tie my shoe and collected the spider into the prepared jar. Spider powers here I come! Very soon The Field trip was over. The whole ride over Peter kept rubbing his left hand.

Just to compare later I quickly scan his looks. He is about 5'8 not exactly tall, yet not short either. About 60 kg weight. He is thin. And wearing specs. His face did not look like any of the three Spidermen that I knew. What it means? I don't know. Whereas I am 5'9, weighing 70kg. I'm probably fitter than him now due to my self defence classes.

He was distracted, can't blame him really. Got bit by a radioactive spider. He probably thinks he's gonna get cancer or something. Heh. I'm not going to correct him.

As soon as I reach home, I eat something. I shout out for Bernard, "Bernard!! I'm sleeping so please don't wake me unless the house is on fire!"

Bernard being used to my behaviour only raises an eyebrow, says "Yes, of course Master Harry!" and continues doing whatever he does when he is free.

"Siri, keep an eye on my heart rate. If it looks like I'm in danger, call for an ambulance." I say out loud.

"Yes boss." Siri answers.

I enter my room, take out the spider and let it bite me on my left hand. More like force it to bite me. Its not like I had a wand to Imperio the spider. After that I again carefully keep the spider back in the jar to examine later, and go to sleep, at 4 PM. I've got a long night ahead of me.