Y/N had formulated a plan which he deemed as satisfactory. Mid-Town High was going to be taking a tour of the Oscorp Labs ran by Curt Connors, reason being is Mid-Town had none other than Norman Osborns own son Harry Osborn. So Osccorp sponsored the school and made several 'donations' to it. Which were it got its reputation of being primarily a science school. So, Y/N would have to join this tour, for the first time in a long time act like a regular old teenager. And he spotted whatever he was looking for, breakaway from the tour when he could.
So here Y/N stood, his back against a bricked wall in a local alleyway not too far from the Oscorp Lab, headphones on and nodding his head along to the beat of whatever song his phone decided to play when he hit random. His left index finger gently tapped against the bricks also. His eyes were plagued with a few bags as he had lost sleep attempting to come up with a plan, a back up plan, and a back up to the back up. Normally he wouldn't place so much effort into a job, but the job was Oscorp. And Fisk had asked him personally to oversee this job.
Schultz was set up nearby, to trigger a temporary power outage if need be by ramming a truck into the nearby power lines that fed into the laboratory. The facility ran mostly ran an internal generator, but sucked some power in from the grid. It would cause a minor disruption, a few seconds if that. But that should be enough time to make an escape or at least do something.
Suddenly Y/N heard the unmistakeable sound of a school making its way through the street cut through the light hum of the music.
As the yellow school bus rolled to a stop, the students spilled out, their youthful chatter echoing through the air. Y/N casually joined the rear of the group, a chameleon in plain sight, hiding in plain sight.
Among the unsuspecting students were two seemed to be good friends, judging by the posture, dressing, and the cliche variety jacket football jock picking on them. These two were the nerds of the class, and ones who were most looking forward to this trip. Y/N recognised one, Harry Osborn Son of Norman Osborn. The other, a glasses wearing boy wearing a white shirt with a grey sweater over it. Y/N stood a little bit behind them, he needed to not arose suspicion. No one ever paid attention to a kid in the back, he was a face in the crowed......or so he thought.
"Are you a student of Mid Town High? Sorry I don't recognise you" the glasses wearing one asked, turning around slightly to look at Y/N. This one comment causes Y/Ns nerves to sky rocket, he exhaled through his nostrils.
"You probably don't recognise me, I tend to keep to myself" was all Y/N replied, hoping the little white lie would work. Although it seemed it barley did, as Harry Osborn grabbed hold out of his friends shoulder and ushered him along.
"Sorry about him" Harry apologised over his shoulder to Y/N who only nodded back in appreciation. "Pete what have I told you about this stuff...." Y/N didn't hear the rest of the sentence as he switched back to surveying the
"Come on, you three. We don't have all day," the teacher called out, ushering Peter and Harry forward. Y/N exhaled a silent sigh of relief, his heart still pounding.
As the tour group approached the imposing entrance, security measures came into play. Y/N maintained his calm demeanor, even as the weight of his mission pressed on him. The security checkpoint loomed ahead like a proverbial gate, guarded by vigilant personnel. The students filed through, their backpacks scanned and bodies checked.
Y/N approached the security point, his facade unwavering. The guard eyed him briefly, a moment of tension hanging in the air. A cold sweat trickled down Y/N's temple, but the guard's attention shifted elsewhere, and the moment passed. Y/N unhooked his headphones from around his ears and placed them around his neck.
Doctor Curt Connors, then appeared from around a corner, a bright smile on his face with his white lab coat drifting to a breeze. Much like the intel suggested, he was missing his right arm. He held a warm smile, briefly shaking hands with the teacher before turning his attention to the group of teenagers, who on the snapping of the teachers fingers all stopped talking and turned their attention to the good doctor.
"Welcome, students. I am Doctor Curt Connors," he addressed the group, his gaze sweeping over the curious faces. "Today, you have the privilege of glimpsing into the cutting-edge advancements we're making here at Oscorp."
As Connors led the group through the facility, Y/N's attention waned during discussions of scientific breakthroughs that surpassed his comprehension. The intricate details of Oscorp's achievements became a symphony of unfamiliar terms and complex concepts, leaving him navigating the conversation with a facade of interest. But one thing had to admire was that the general design of the labs were quite visibly pleasing. With warm white lights above in some, and slightly blue lights in others. Y/N did spy of the technology Oscorp were researching, weight controlled skateboards, heat sensitive sensors, advanced biometric security. For being one of the more public labs, they were certainly putting a lot on display.
However, when the tour arrived at the genetic research lab, Y/N's senses sharpened. Connors' animated explanations of genetic manipulation and groundbreaking experiments resonated with the purpose of Y/N's clandestine mission.
Engaging with the group, Connors gestured towards a series of high-tech machines, "This lab represents the forefront of genetic research. Our work here has the potential to reshape the very fabric of life."
As the students marveled at the scientific wonders, Y/N discreetly observed the screens and data points, his mind aligning with the task at hand. The dialogue flowed around him, but his focus narrowed on the information he needed to extract.
"Here we come to our analysis of Araneae" Connors announced as he showcased a large white wall, the wall was section off into boxes with box containing Spiders, all different breeds with their own distinct habituate. Around this area of the facility, were many machines, replicating the webs and silk of spiders while scientists studied the effects of their research. "Here we experiment on the genetics of these Spiders, taking abilities from certain Spiders and splicing Species together" Connors explained as many of the students marvelled at the sight of the chambers.
However, what the students, Connors, and all of the scientists had failed to notice, was that two Spiders were missing from their containers. Simple human error, a mix up in paperwork and in the midst of conversation between colleagues, two experiments had escaped. Two spiders of th exact same species, Araneus Oscorpeus weren't in their designated chambers. And these Spiders were descending from the ceiling using their powerful webbing, slowly making their towards two distinct individuals.
In the midst of Connors' passionate discourse, Y/N seized a moment to inquire, "Doctor Connors, could you elaborate on the genetic data you're currently exploring? It's a fascinating field, and I'd love to understand it better."
Doctor Connors, seemingly pleased by Y/N's interest, adjusted his glasses and delved into the intricate details of the genetic research. "Ah, genetics, my dear friend, is a realm of possibilities. Our focus here revolves around understanding and manipulating the building blocks of life. Take, for example, our work with CRISPR technology—"
Y/N nodded attentively, his mind racing to grasp the scientific jargon while keeping an eye on the screens displaying the coveted genetic data. "Fascinating stuff, Doctor Connors. The potential applications must be groundbreaking."
Connors, fueled by his passion for the subject, continued, "Indeed, young man. Our research extends to the very core of human evolution. We're exploring ways to enhance physical abilities, cure genetic diseases, and even reverse the effects of certain disabilities."
Y/N needed to keep the group here for a long as possible. As Connors continued to answer questions, many of which coming from that Peter fellow from before. The would be thief continued to look around, darting from screen to screen, papers to paper until his landed on:
OZ Serum Data
Whatever it was, it was the unique formula that allowed Oscorp to insert the DNA from one animal into another without any major side effects. While Y/N couldn't grab everything as it would be stored on the hard rive. If he could get that notepad with the sheet of paper and results on it, should be enough to keep whoever hired Y/N happy.
"And if there are no more questions, we can proceed" Connors said, giving a brief discussion to one of his colleagues.
"AH!" the Peter boy called out, swiping something off his hand and sending off into some corner from the room. He held his hand in slight pain as if something had scabbed him.
"You alright Pete?" Harry asked his friend.
"Yeah, probably nothing"
Y/N tug hand into his right pocket, slowly and steadily sending a preloaded text to Schultz. His thumb gently pressed down on the send button, hoping the burner phone wouldn't make noise lough enough for anyone to hear. Connors took a few more questions, mostly coming from students who wanted to know more about technology, job applications and what a career at Oscorp could mean. Several seconds later however, the entire room was caked in darkness as the lights above went out. A few screams came from the students, and one loud one from the jock known as Flash Thomspon.
It was these few precious seconds that Y/N needed, his eyes locked onto the note board beforehand so he simply allowed his memory to guide him. He wasn't too from the student group, he bumped into one scientist who stumbled and tried to find their way in the dark. Y/N accidentally pushed the poor man to the floor in an effort to just get to those papers. Fifteen seconds gone he had about that much time left.
"Everyone please remain calm, our generators will kick in any moment" Connors tried to calm the class as their cries of panic began to calm.
'Got ya' Y/N thought to himself, snatching the papers off the board, crunching them up and quickly pushing them into his pocket. He made his way back towards whatever direction the class was, but as he did he felt something strange. Like something crawling and making it's way up the back of his neck.
Just as Y/N reached the class, Y/N felt whatever this thing was bite down on his neck with all it's tiny force.
It was in that moment, that Y/Ns fate was sealed. Across the infinite scope of the cosmos, time and space, in this universe and the next. Y/N had been chosen by an insect who didn't even know that it had chosen someone. A bite that alter the course of Y/Ns life.
The teenager reached at the back of his neck, plucking whatever this thing was off his skin and flicked outwards. The initial sensation was an intense blend of pain and ecstasy, a cocktail of emotions that surged through his veins. As the arachnid flew through the air, the lights switched back on as the power switched to the internal generators instead of the grid. The students and scientists eventually calmed, with Connors taking the lead in escorting the students through some doors to another side of the facility as other scientists rushed to see what the problem was and if it had caused any problems with the equipment. Y/N couldn't stop the thing that bit him, he lost eye sight of it as it landed amongst a group of students.
With the stolen genetic research safely tucked away in his concealed device, Y/N merged seamlessly into the departing Mid-Town High Tour Group. The excited chatter of his fellow students provided a natural cover as they spilled out into the open air, the echoes of Oscorp's secrets lingering in the atmosphere.
Y/N felt slightly unwell however, like there was a ringing in his ear that was lie a wave in the ocean that flowed into his head and caused what Y/N thought was a bad hangover. The back of his neck still itched and hurt like hell. His finger nails scratched intently at the mark in hopes it would do something to quell the itch.
As the group dispersed, Y/N moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of suspicion. The conversation around him became a symphony of teenage enthusiasm, concealing the silent retreat of the intruder.
Near the outskirts of the group, Y/N overheard snippets of conversations about the wonders they had witnessed inside Oscorp. A pang of guilt accompanied his success, a stark reminder that the knowledge he carried could alter the course of lives. Yet, the allure of the mission's completion fueled his determination to slip away undetected.
"Hey wait a second" the Osborn asked, seeing through the crowed Y/N making his way down the street like without a care in the world. Y/N slipped his headphones back on, in hopes he would go unnoticed. "Hey" Harry called out again, this time garnering the attention of the rest of the class, the teacher and Connors.
Y/Ns hand grabbed hold of the papers as tightly as possible as he practically jog through the bustling streets of New York. Bumping into suit wearers and other goers, the teacher called out trying to gain Y/Ns attention. Who now broke out until a full sprint, to the class it would seem like a student who just wanted to leave early. Fisk would undoubtedly would have someone who could wipe the security tapes, or hell probably had them not running today at all. Y/N placed his burner phone to his ear as he was now a safe distance away, immediately calling Schultz who's 'accident'.
"Hey Kid" Schultz answered, sounding slightly annoyed and fed up judging by his tone of voice.
"I'm guessing you bailed before the cops showed up?" Y/N asked, looking back seeing if anyone was following to which they weren't.
"Yeah, van wasn't even mine so cops aren't tracing it back to me" the thug replied, you almost hear the smug on his face.
"Mind coming to get these papers so I can get outta here. Kinda feeling a bit unwell" Y/N admitted, whatever happened to him in there was starting to have a reaction. The wave of the bite had travelled all across hid body, almost like his nerves were starting to boil.
"Awww is the little kid feeling ill. You need a hot water bottle and a day off" Schultz replied with a laugh, there were some other laughs in the background so he most likely with his crew, or Fisk's men or whoever helped him with his little diversion. "No can do kid, instructions from the big man is for you to take that stuff directly to the buyer, your money will be wired when the buyer gives big man the all clear" Schultz explained.
"Jesus Really?" Y/N sulked rolling his eyes.
"Yes really, I'll send you the address. Some overpass or something" before Y/N knew it Schultz just hung up. Causing Y/N to bring the phone down and it look at in narrowed eyes for a second, that's the not so fund part of working for Kingpin. You never know which one of his lieutenants you'd be working with, and all of them would do the bare minimum when it came to doing the jobs they were supposed to do. But Schultz did actually send Y/N the location, shocking, wouldn't expect him to get to it for a few hours.
As Y/N walked along the streets, he couldn't help but rapidly scratch that bite mark from before. It just kept increasing in pain and irritation, not pain that would cause him to cry out in pain but more like stubbing your toe on the door pain. The pain that echoed in her nerves even an hour after the initial wound. His nerves had tied down, but now the headache was back with full force. Like an irritating itch at the base of the skull, suddenly the itch spiked and mere moments later:
"Watch it dickhead" a skateboarder complained as he skated past Y/N almost bumping into him.
"Asshole" Y/N whispered under his breathe as he turned the corner, the headache actually dying down somewhat.
Soon Y/N got where he needed to go, some overpass near the Financial District. He assumed the buyers were waiting for him, as given by the cliche all black SUV parked and ready. Two men stood next to the headlights of the SUV, in suits and glasses. Looking like characters straight out of Men in Black.
There was a woman stood in front of the SUV, with her arms crossed. She was dressed her in a lighter toned suit, she held a playful smile and eyed up Y/N as he approached her.
"Mr Fisk sends his regards" Y/N began, with the woman nodding in return. It was a little phrase developed, if someone replied then that was the person you'd be dealing with.
"So you're the one Fisk sent in there?" she asked, clearly slightly impressed that a teenager managed to get her the information. "Monica" she introduced extending a hand to the teen. "Monica Rappaccini".
Portrayed by Claudia Doumit
"Y/N" replied, shaking her hand, which caused the two suited men to move ever slightly. Waiting for Y/N to try something. "Just Y/N" he added, wanting to protect his identity as much as possible.
"Okay then, just Y/N" Monica smiled, one could sense a little irritation under it. "Did you procure the intel?"
Y/N looked to the two men, then back to Monica. His eyes scanning for any bit of movement as he tug into his pocket for the crunched up papers. Four A4 sheets of paper, with science talk and images that Y/N couldn't understand if he had a whole lifetime. "I hope I grabbed the right ones" Y/N joked as he straightened out the papers.
Monica grabbed the papers, flicking through each one and inspecting them individually. Humming as she scanned the scientific data. "Seems you did grab the correct ones" Monica agreed as she nodded to her two guards who nodded back and proceeded to renter the SUV. "Your payment will be transferred to Mr Fisk in the next hour" she said, as she too entered the SUV without any words exchanged. Y/N shook his head, he was just glad this job was over. Now he could finally get home and put some cream on this damn bite mark. As the SUV pulled away, Y/N got a glimpse of the logo on the side of the vehicle; AIM.
As the sun dipped below the New York City skyline, casting long shadows across the bustling streets, Y/N r trudged wearily towards his apartment. Finally unlocking the door, Y/N stepped into the dimly lit apartment. The air was thick with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. The faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city filtered through the cracked windows, creating a comforting backdrop to the chaos within Y/N's mind.
Dragging himself towards his bedroom, Y/N kicked off his shoes and let his backpack slump to the floor. His reflection in the cracked mirror revealed a disheveled young man with tousled hair and a distant gaze. His heart pounded in his chest, a reminder of the mysterious transformation he was undergoing.
As Y/N collapsed onto his bed, the worn mattress offered a momentary respite from the chaos outside. He stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. The room seemed to spin, and the distant sirens outside merged with the rhythmic throb in his head.
Y/N lay sprawled across his bed, the fatigue settling into his bones like an unwelcome guest. The throbbing ache on the back of his neck, where the mysterious spider had sunk its fangs into him, intensified with each passing moment. It was a persistent reminder of the seismic shift that had occurred in his life. As he gingerly touched the bite mark, a surge of warmth emanated from the wound, spreading through his body like a slow-burning ember.
Slowly Y/N closed his eyes, just wanting to rest for a minute
Just for a minute.
Author's Note
Another chapter done, hope it was worth the wait. I really had no idea how I would handle the bite and its effects, so I hope it was done semi well. Y/N finally got bit, how will this affect his criminal career? Nice little cameo from AIM, I like the idea that sometimes its the street level villains who help the big bad villains so this was a way of connecting that idea. I do plan for more Avengers Easter Egg an characters to show up, but Y/N will not become one. Cause you know, the Avengers in the Insomniac world are always off doing something else.
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