3 Assimilation

I woke up with my face on the metallic table. I pressed my palm on it pushing me off the table before attempting to get up only to find my hand now stuck on the table. I tried to pull my hand off but it didn't work. It was then I remembered what I did last night, I used my father's serum and got similar powers as him. This was one of them. My father could use electromagnetic field manipulation between his fingers and toes. This creates a static field that allow him to stick to walls and other surfaces. Much like my hand was sticking to table.

Once I figured that out, I let out a breath and cleared my mind. Dad had once told me about his misadventures when we first got his powers. He broke the lock on his bedroom door, emptied his entire bottle of toothpaste when it got stuck to his hand and he tried to remove it. He also got his hand stuck on the railing of the bus causing him to stuck in a place for 5 different stops before he managed to get free. And that was just the morning. In the end, it took half a day for him to finally take control of his powers.

From what he theorised, this ability depended a lot on the user's emotion and state of mind. Since he had just woken up after passing out from the spider bite, his mind was jumbled and he was disoriented. Not to mention the fact that his mind hadn't processed the changes to his body. Hence leading to him accidentally activating it without meaning to. In short, I needed time for my brain to get used to the changes in my body as well as keep myself calm to avoid any accidents. Not that I minded of course. It wasnt as if I had school for another week or so.

I winced at that thought. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about how I was going to deal with things on that particular situation. I don't really know what the recent events will mean for my social life. Especially considering the fact that not only my father's identity is common knowledge, someone at SHIELD also leaked my circumstances of my birth online. Thankfully they weren't aware of most of the details such as the fact that I had been trained for assassinations thanks to Fury choosing to leave it out.

In spite of this, I didn't know how people would react after knowing that about me. While most people were usually discriminated against superhuman, mutants, other religious beliefs and people of color, there are a small subset of people who were fanatically against stuff like IVF fertilisation, genetic manipulation, cybernetic enhancement and cloning. And the only thing worse than such people are the people who are the direct opposite of them. The ones who embrace such things. Several medical institutes and colleges have reached out trying to basically force me to submit to several test so that could see what made me tick. Naturally I had better things to do so I didnt so much send a reply.

Then there was the fact that despite my father's demise, there was bound to be more of his enemies who would want to harm me and those I'm close with. Or worse.

As such considering all these issues, would there even be anyone who'd want to associate themselves with me? I mean, it might be easier for me to just drop out of school, get a GED online wait a few years until the heat died down to enter college and hopefully get a job where no one knows who I am. I then shook my head before focusing on the my new abilities. I can cross that bridge when I get there.

It took a few hours but eventually, I could consciously control sticking and unsticking to surfaces. I then got up and walked back into the workshop, my destination was a safe at the corner of the room. I input the code and it opened to reveal a bunch of papers and a laptop. The laptop was the one my father used to store anything related to his hero work including blueprints for his tech, designs for his suit and even dossiers on his allies and enemies.

After booting up the laptop, I dug my hand into my pocket and took out a pendrive. This small little drive held my father's research. Yes, it was risky, carrying it around with me all this time but it was marginally less riskier than leaving it at home, which SHIELD had been sweeping from top to bottom everytime we leave.

I inserted the drive and began going through the files, to look for information regarding the serum I injected into myself. In hindsight, I should probably have done this first but, that ship has already sailed.

I then found it. Subject 616-52. It was made from a variant of a genetically modified spider made from the DNA of a Golden orb Weaver and Darwin's Bark Spider which had been genetically modified further with the genes from other spidermen and also by strengthening specific genes such as its strength before being irradiated. The serum was then synthesised from spider before it's body was disposed of. Further tests were done on the serum to remove any factors that may cause unstable mutations and to stabilise the serum. After that, most of the research were speculations about the possible abilities and capabilities of the one who would use the serum.

After memorising the possible powers l might develop, I closed the file before opening another. This time, it was the designs me and my father made for his suits. I was deep in thought as I scrolled through the designs. As much as I wanted to make a spider themed outfit to honor my father and begin my career as a vigilante, I was certain that SHIELD and others parties would immediately connect that persona to me and I'd end up in jail, or have a visit from one of the gangs while I was at home. So that plan it out of the window.

If I was going to have even chance at revenge, I would distance my new persona from my father and his modus operandi.

With that in mind, I began designing a suit from scratch. Instead of the brighter colors in the suits of dad and the spiders except Miles, mine was completely black. Instead of a spandex suit, it was a form fitting bodysuit made of a polymer that is the combination of kevlar and normex. It also comes with a hood and a face mask to obscure the lower portion of my face and a retractable visor to hide top portion of my face as well as provide me with a tactical HUD. I also included armour plates over the suit, covering my vitals in a way that it won't hinder my movements while also altering my figure slightly at the same time. Just to provide additional security to my identity. By the end of it, the suit somewhat resembled a ninja.

Once I finished designing the basic structure of the suit, I then moved onto adding other equipments onto it. I opened to the blueprints folder and scrolled through some of the inventions me and Dad designed. After a few minutes, going through them, I began to design the new additions onto the suit.

First was a pair of metallic bracers, with metal fins on the sides as I continued to follow the ninja theme. They would help me deflect attacks while at the same time, providing me with other methods to attack. In addition to that, I also have included a pair of foot-long retractable blades attached onto the dorsal side of the bracers. And on the ventricle side of my gauntlets, near my wrist would be my Web shooters. I also included a small computer on the left bracer which would be hidden under the metal plating to prevent it from being damaged. The computer could be used to for hacking, communications and to check the status of the rest of my hardware.

When I was finished with the designs, I couldn't help but yawn as this had taken almost the entire morning to finish, and I was now quite hungry.

I left the building after locking it down and went towards a nearby cafe. I ordered a bagel and a coffee and began to eat. From time to time, I could feel the gazes of some of the other customers on me. Some where whispering and pointing at me while others were discreetly trying to take my picture. I ignored all of them as I resumed my meal. I had better things to do than worry about these people.

Once I was finished I paid for the meal before walking into the washroom to wash my hands. After washing my hands, I dried them with a tissue before trying to toss it into the bin when something unexpected happened.

The tissue remained to my hand and I couldnt get it to move. My first thought was that I still wasn't fully able to control my sticking ability. That was until I tried to use my free hand to forcibly remove the tissue. Most of tore under my newly enhanced strength but bits and pieces of it still remained to reveal several thin, yellow strands stuck to the pieces which were emerging from my fingertips. I looked around and found myself alone in the washroom. After several trirs, I managed to remove all the strands from my fingers which I then placed inside the pockets of my jacket, before making my way out while ignoring the other patrons.

After making my way back, after making sure that I wasn't being followed, be it a curious bystander, an undercover SHIELD agent or even a common crook, I immediately entered the Parker Industries building and made my way to the lab. Once there I took out strands and placed them under the microscope and began examining it.

True enough, these were organic spider silk. I was somehow able to create organic spidersilk which based on the color, appears to be similar to the Golden Orb Weavers yet its tensile strength seemed to surpass what I'd expect from strands of that size. Perhaps despite having the gold colored appearance, these silks were more biologically similar to the silk Darwin's bark spider. Of course I'd need to perform further tests to confirm this but I had more important things in mind. Such as replicating how I had released these silks in the first place.

Since the silk had come from my finger tips, I already knew that I had more in common with Silk in that regard. Silk aka Cindy Moon was one of my dad's old classmates who also happend to be bitten by the same spider that had bitten my dad. Yet she developed slightly different powers than my dad, such as the organic web creation. She has glands on each of her forearms that produces silk which she can release from her fingertips same as me. Her spidersense is also more advanced my father's yet quite unreliable most of times. She and my dad are also somehow extremely attracted to one another's pheromones making them extremely attracted to one another. How do I know this? I walked in on them while they were going at it in a full Nelson without a care. And honestly this wasn't the first time I walked in on my dad and one of his girlfriends, or even the worst position I found him in. I won't go into detail about the latter but know that Dad, Felicia, my stepmom and two strapons were involved. And the image is now forever burned into my head. Dad seriously had trouble keeping his doors locked. Most likely because he was used to entering and exiting via the window.

OK now back to the problem at hand after that particular tangent. Since I seemed to share the same ability as Cindy, it would be best to ask for her guidance. Except she had gone AWOL way before the registration act started and I had no way to contact her. So I settled for the next best thing. Imitating her. I walked to a wall on the far side of the workshop, away from the equipment and furniture and raised my hand with my fingers pointing at the wall. And then, I began mentally trying to shoot webs through my fingers. I tried it with several poses, including making finger guns, raising my finger one by one, the peace sign, and so on and so on with no avail until eventually, I managed to shoot out a thin strand through my index finger. And then eventually i could do it with the rest of my fingers.

"That's going to leave a mess." I suddenly heard some one speak from behind me.

In a panic I tried to turn around only to suddenly feel a tingle in my head followed by a slight invisible pressure from behind. The world seemed to slow down as I, almost on instinct, jumped to the side and I felt an object pass by me before being embedded into the wall. The world then sped up as I used the momentum of my dodge to roll away to safety before turning to my attacker and I was shocked.

Infront of me was a familiar middle aged Caucasian man with an eyepatch donning what looked like standard SHIELD field armour which had been painted over. He was currently looking at the wall where a knife was now embedded in addition to the spider silks.

"Fury?" I couldn't help but ask.

"It's been a while hasn't it, Alexia." he replied as he folded his arms, with a smirk on his face.