Spider-Man: A New Beginning

Chapter 1 - Partner in Crime

July 4th, 2016, at 7:00 A.M in Washington, D.C.

Somewhere inside the Sullivan's residence...

Phillip is lying face down on his bed, his grey hoodie covering his entire head while listening to The Weeknd.

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The music keeps playing in his ear through his newly bought earphones.

"Mmmmm"

It was a nice and quiet morning until-

"Knock...knock"

Two knocking sounds came from outside his bedroom, apparently not his friends or his dad...it was two gentle knocks.

His mom was right outside the door.

"Phillip? We got a special visitor today, so you might want to get up and come down here."

The muffled voice called out from outside the door.

"What is it now, Mom? Is it the same guy at high school again? I already told them it was a mista-" He lifted his head and glanced at the door.

"It's not them; it's Mr. Stark...he wants to talk to you."

For a second, his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Having his parent work with Mr. Stark is already a once-in-a-lifetime privilege, but Mr. Stark personally asking to talk to him...is another level.

But there is also something he feared...could it be Mr. Stark discovered something about Phillip's abnormal physique?

"W-wait, the CEO of Stark Industries wants to talk to me!?" Phillip finally sat upright on his bed.

"Yes, and it's about your school transfer."

"School transfer? So I can't stay here anymore?" He asked.

"Just get down here and talk to Mr. Stark yourself."

"Alright, I'm coming, just...give me a few minutes."

Phillip took off his earphone and tossed it aside with his phone. He then adjusted himself to the edge of his bed.

Phillip slowly looked at both of his hands...his right hand was wrapped in bandages.

"Don't worry, Phillip, it's just a bite. There is nothing wrong with you; everything will be fine."

But out of curiosity, he touched the laceration under the bandages that was supposed to be there.

Nothing hurt.

"What in the?" His eyes widened; he lifted the small part of the wrapping to see the wound.

Surprisingly, the wound closed up, and the tissues returned to a healthy color, just as if his right hand had never sustained any injuries.

"Oh no, what's happening to the wound?" His voice shaky.

He then quickly stepped into the bathroom; he turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water...hoping it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Then his eyes flashed a glowing yellow for 0.5 seconds then it turn back to normal color.

Phillip then pinched his cheek hard.

"Ouch! This is definitely not a dream." He winced. "Alright, be cool, and no one will suspect a thing...it's just a conversation."

Walking down the stairs, he could hear the conversation between his parent and Tony Stark as clearly as daylight, but he chose not to hear it as he grew tired of the recent event.