Ultimate Spider-Man (Ultimate Marvel;Re)/Issue 1

The first issue of Ultimate Marvel;Re's Ultimate Spider-Man, written by GazzaB9. The issue is followed by Issue #2.

Plot (unfinished)
A high tech, cyberpunk style mega city is shown with a caption over it, simply reading "Marvel City, Leeber, United American Union. The year is 2052." Within this city stands Oscorp Tower, the buildings around it spread across as if to make room for its presence as the tower itself reaches so high that the clouds part around it. Inside of the labs of this goliath-sized building sits Dr. Curt Connors, his missing arm replaced by a prosthetic as he fidgets with a jar containing a large, red and blue spider. In front of him is a holographic projection of a computer screen, which displays text relative to the contained spider. Suddenly, a hand reaches down and rests on his shoulder, causing him to flinch.


 * Curt Connors: "Gah!"

Connors looks up and sees a ginger man standing over him. The man smiles and nods at Connors, who breathes a sigh of relief.


 * Curt Connors: "Oh, it's just you, Mr. Osborn."
 * Norman Osborn: "How comes the research, Connors?"
 * Curt Connors: "As well as it can. Subject No. 15 has survived the irradiation process, which can't be said of its brethren. It's also survived the injection of the OZ serum, which has triggered mutations within it, granting it a type of precognition."
 * Norman Osborn: "Precognition...?"
 * Curt Connors: "Clairvoyance. It can predict the future to a mild degree. Watch."

Connors knocks on the jar. Before his knuckles even collide, the spider reacts and jumps away. Osborn nods approvingly.


 * Norman Osborn: "Impressive. I knew I could count on you, Connors. You're the second smartest man I know, next to myself."

Osborn, with a smirk, knocks on Connors's prosthetic arm.


 * Norman Osborn: "And yet, you still haven't figured out how to deal with this little issue, huh? Heh..."
 * Curt Connors: "That's... Don't do that."
 * Norman Osborn: "Why not? You can't feel it."
 * Curt Connors: "I know, but it's... Nevermind."

Osborn twists the jar to see the spider, smiling.


 * Norman Osborn: "You know, in many cultures, the spider is represented as a deity or a creation of one. Like the goddess Neith, or the trickster god Anansi, or even Arachne. You know Arachne at least, don't you, Connors?"
 * Curt Connors: "I know all the other ones, too..."
 * Norman Osborn: "Really? I didn't take you as a cultured man. Still though, it's incredible to think."

Norman lifts the jar, still smiling.


 * Norman Osborn: "We created a new kind of spider. And, if those legends are to be believed, that would put us on the level of the gods..."

Connors repeatedly glances over to Norman, clearly worried about what he has just said but unable to bring himself to say anything. Elsewhere in the lower parts of the city, in a cheap-looking apartment building with neon billboards above it, lies 16-year-old Peter Parker. Peter is clad in a baggy shirt and pajama bottoms when he begins hearing the sound of music playing in his ear. His face scrunches and, after a moment, he wakes up to see his Aunt May holding a phone up to his ear with a smile, the phone playing music as an alarm. Peter sighs and gets up, scratching his head.


 * Peter Parker: "Why'd you have to do that...?"
 * May Parker: "You need to have breakfast, school's starting soon."
 * Peter Parker: "My head hurts..."
 * May Parker: "Oh, come on, Peter..."
 * Peter Parker: "I'm serious!"
 * May Parker: "My back's half broken most of the time and I still do the work around the house, do you hear me complaining?"
 * Peter Parker: "It's an apartment, not a house..."

May waves her hand in a dismissive manner.


 * May Parker: "No difference to me."

Peter sighs and gets up, walking out of his bedroom and into the living area, where his Uncle Ben is sitting on the sofa in front of a fairly primitive television. Peter takes some folded clothes off of the back of the sofa.


 * Peter Parker: "Hi, Uncle Ben."
 * Ben Parker: "Alright, Peter?"
 * Peter Parker: "I'm gonna start getting changed, so don't look."
 * Ben Parker: "Why not do it in another room?"
 * Peter Parker: "Well, the bathroom doesn't have a lock on it and May is fixing my bed."
 * Ben Parker: "Do it in your aunt and I's bedroom, then."
 * Peter Parker: "What? No..."
 * Ben Parker: "Come on, you can't say there's nowhere to change when you've got a full other room."
 * Peter Parker: "It's weird..."
 * Ben Parker: "How's it weird? We're your aunt and uncle..."
 * Peter Parker: "Yeah, that's what makes it weird."
 * May Parker (from the other room): "He's just being stubborn, Ben. Leave him alone."
 * Ben Parker: "He's not going to get better with you enabling him, you know."
 * May Parker (from the other room): "I am not enabling him! How am I enabling him? Ugh!"

Ben sighs and chuckles, rubbing his head.


 * Ben Parker: "You see what you did now, Peter? Now I'm in trouble."
 * Peter Parker: "What? How is this my fault?"
 * Ben Parker: "I'm joking with you, lad. Now, you done changing back there?"
 * Peter Parker: "Yeah, but I still need to put my socks on."
 * Ben Parker: "They're on the other couch. And your wheat cakes are over on the counter."

Ben points across the room to the open kitchen, which takes up a small corner of the apartment's living room. Peter walks over to the counter and lifts his wheat cakes plate, immediately chomping into them.


 * Peter Parker: "Thanks, Uncle Ben."
 * Ben Parker: "So, you have a girlfriend yet?"
 * Peter Parker (full mouth): "Wha!?"
 * Ben Parker: "Cause you've been in high school for years now and neither May or I have heard anything."
 * Peter Parker: "What are you doing!?"

Ben smiles in an almost smug way, clearly enjoying how flustered Peter is becoming.

Some time later, Peter walks through the halls of his high school, which are full of students wearing visors and has very fancy looking elevators instead of stairs. Peter still seems a little embarrassed, walking with his head down. A blond girl who is also wearing a visor and bobbing her head to music coming from the visor's attached headphones spots Peter and smiles, flipping the visor up and starting to walk beside him.
 * Ben Parker: "High school is the perfect time to start dating, Peter."
 * Peter Parker: "STOP TALKING!"


 * Gwen Stacy: "Peter!"
 * Peter Parker: "Oh, uh... Hey, Gwen."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Been a minute, hasn't it?"
 * Peter Parker: "Oh, has it? Sorry."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Yeah, it's weird. I don't think about it while we're hanging out, but every day I don't get to see you all I can think is "where's Peter" hehe..."
 * Peter Parker: "Well... yeah, you probably wouldn't think about it when we're hanging out."
 * Gwen Stacy: "How do you mean?"
 * Peter Parker: "Cause you'd be hanging out with me. So... you wouldn't wonder where I am."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Smartass."
 * Peter Parker: "Sorry, I try not to be..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "You okay? You're acting kinda weird today."
 * Peter Parker: "Am I?"
 * Gwen Stacy: "Yeah, you're acting like you don't want to talk or something."

Peter waves his hands frantically.


 * Peter Parker: "N-no, it's not that at all! It's, uh... I guess my uncle got kind of in my head earlier with a thing he said."
 * Gwen Stacy: "What'd he say?"
 * Peter Parker: "He said I should start dating girls and stuff..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Oh, so he doesn't know that you're gay?"

Peter stops walking.


 * Peter Parker: "...What?"
 * Gwen Stacy: "Well, you don't go out with girls. So... a lot of people assumed."
 * Peter Parker: "A LOT of people? Who else thinks--"
 * ???: "HEADS UP!!"

A football launches through the air and strikes Peter in the back of the head, causing him to drop to the ground. A larger boy in a sporty outfit walks over, laughing as he lifts the ball back up.


 * Flash Thompson: "I said heads up..."
 * Peter Parker: "What do you want, Flash...?"
 * Flash Thompson: "Just came to say hi to my buddy."

Flash reaches down and puts Peter in a headlock, ruffling his hair and getting an annoyed whine out of Peter in response.


 * Flash Thompson: "How's Midtown High's only professional wallflower doing today?"
 * Peter Parker: "I'm not a wallflower..."
 * Flash Thompson: "Sure you are!"
 * Gwen Stacy: "He's a wallflower just because he doesn't match your conformist mindset...?"
 * Flash Thompson: "Come on, you gotta admit I have a point. I mean, just look at the little guy!"

Flash continues ruffly ruffling Peter's hair as Peter becomes increasingly more agitated, his teeth gritting.


 * Peter Parker: "I'm... not a wallflower..."
 * Flash Thompson: "Pete, come on. You only hang out with the Osborn kid and this hipster chick. You don't even spend time with me, even when I ask!"
 * Gwen Stacy: "That's because you're a total meathead and he wants somebody he can have an actually entertaining conversation with..."
 * Flash Thompson: "I'm totally entertaining! Like, I--"
 * ???: "HEADS UP!"
 * Flash Thompson: "Wait, what?"

A soda can bashes against Flash's forehead, causing him to let Peter go and drop to the ground, gripping his head in pain. The dented soda can rolls to the feet of Harry Osborn, who picks it up while chuckling.


 * Harry Osborn: "What? I said heads up..."
 * Flash Thompson: "I throw a ball and you throw a can!? You could've killed me, you psychopath!"
 * Harry Osborn: "Oh, is widdle Flashy 'bout to run crying to the principal...?"
 * Peter Parker: "You... probably shouldn't have done that."
 * Harry Osborn: "You're standing up for him? Don't stand dup for him..."
 * Peter Parker: "No, I'm not... I just..."

Peter trails off and Gwen is forced to continue his point.


 * Gwen Stacy: "Flash sucks, but you shouldn't chuck metal at his face."

Peter nods in agreement. Harry sighs in annoyance.


 * Harry Osborn: "Fine... Sorry for chucking a can at you, Flash."
 * Flash Thompson: "You don't mean that."
 * Harry Osborn: "Take it or leave it, it's the best you're getting."

Flash, still rubbing his head, sighs and leaves the three alone. Harry then quickly turns and smiles at Gwen and Peter.


 * Harry Osborn: "So, what were we talking about before all that?"
 * Gwen Stacy: "Nothing. Peter just showed up when Flash came out of nowhere."
 * Harry Osborn: "Like Courage."
 * Gwen Stacy: "What?"
 * Harry Osborn: "It's a reference to an old show. Anyway, how's--"

Harry is cut off by the sound of sniffling. Both he and Gwen turn to see Peter has suddenly begun crying, looking down in an attempt to hide his face and wiping his tears. Harry looks around awkwardly while Gwen goes over and hugs Peter, who shakes his head in response.


 * Peter Parker: "Great, I can't even stop crying without your help..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Oh... Do you want me to stop?"
 * Peter Parker: "No! No, I... Sorry, I just..."

Peter covers his face.


 * Peter Parker: "I'm crying for such a stupid reason, too! Flash was right, I am a total wallflower... I couldn't even ask him to stop."

Harry shows off a phone-like device to Peter, smiling at him.


 * Harry Osborn: "Hey, you wanna see some cool pics I snapped with my ColeX of my dad's stuff? It might cheer you up."
 * Peter Parker: "...I'd like that."

Later on, the three are gathered in class, which is currently empty. Peter and Gwen are leaning over Harry's desk as he scrolls through pictures of various pictures of machines, chemical tubes, and other such items in the Oscorp labs, all of which are from a distance.


 * Gwen Stacy: "How'd you get these?"
 * Harry Osborn: "My dad finally let me have a look around the labs. He said I wasn't allowed within a few feet of them though, so that sucks..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "He was probably worried about his products getting damaged or some other capitalist logic..."
 * Harry Osborn: "Man, Flash was right, you are a hipster..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "What? Your dad's objectively a capitalist, how's me saying that hipster logic?"
 * Harry Osborn: "Yeah, but you had a 'tude about it."
 * Gwen Stacy: "You just agreed with me!"
 * Harry Osborn: "No I did not..."
 * Gwen Stacy: "Peter, did Harry just agree with me?"

Peter is too enveloped by the pictures to answer, clearly having not paid attention to the conversation.


 * Peter Parker: "What do all these things do?"
 * Harry Osborn: "I dunno, but this one's called something like the... particle... uh..."
 * Peter Parker: "Oscorp has its own particle accelerator!? That's awesome!"
 * Harry Osborn: "Yeah, that thing. What does it do?"
 * Gwen Stacy: "It's, like, this thing that shoots atoms together."
 * Harry Osborn: "What? What's the point of that?"
 * Peter Parker: "It lets people study the particles smashing together! It's amazing! People have even used them to create miniature big bangs! They're, like, the coolest things on Earth!"

Peter giggles excitedly and leans in closer to the picture.


 * Peter Parker: "Sure wish I could see these things up close."
 * Harry Osborn: "Yeah... I'm with you, there. Dad doesn't trust me with them, though. He says I'd break something."
 * Peter Parker: "Maybe some day, right?"

Harry pauses and a smile slowly spreads across his face in an almost mischievous way.

At Oscorp Tower, a man in a black suit which has a number of tubes attached to it sits in a white room, surrounded by mechanical tendrils which are attaching said tubes to his body. Dr. Otto Octavius operates these tendrils from a distance, with Curt Connors and Norman Osborn watching.
 * Harry Osborn: "Yeah. Maybe some day."


 * Otto Octavius: "Start recording."

Connors nods and taps on a small device, getting a clicking sound out of it as it starts recording the voices of everyone in the room.


 * Otto Octavius: "This is the voice of Dr. Otto Octavius, head researcher at Oscorp."
 * Curt Connors: "And this is the voice of Dr. Curtis Connors, lead designer of the OZ project at Oscorp. Human testing trials day one. Due to the incredible success of the OZ spider, it's been decided to move on to human subjects. Research assistant Nels van Adder has agreed to be injected with 6 ounces of the OZ serum followed by allowing his body to be irradiated, the same process which the Subject No. 15 went through during its mutation and which granted it its clairvoyance. For legal purposes, Mr. Adder, you fully consent to this process, correct?"
 * Nels van Adder: "Yessir."
 * Curt Connors: "Excellent. Dr. Octavius, proceed with the injection."

Otto nods and uses his mechanical arms to adjust the tubes in Adder's body, allowing a green liquid to flow out of it and into Adder's body, getting a groan out of him in response.


 * Otto Octavius: "Goggles on, I'm applying radioation..."

Norman and Connors put their goggles on and Octavius presses a few buttons, flooding half of the room, the half Adder is on specifically, with a radioactive light. As the light slowly dies down, Adder sits there motionless. Octavius and Connors exchange looks, clearly a little concerned.


 * Curt Connors: "...Adder?"

Adder collapses to the ground and the glass of his suit's helmet shatters, blood pouring out of it. Both Connors and Octavius recoil. Norman pulls out a small communications device and screams down it.


 * Norman Osborn: "SEND A DOCTOR!!"

Norman puts the device away and watches the still motionless Adder on the floor. Norman grits his teeth and shoves Connors, who stumbles but manages to stay standing. Osborn gestures at Adder.


 * Norman Osborn: "You better hope that he's dead or all of our asses are getting sued!"

Norman storms out of the room. Connors turns to Octavius, as if for support, but Otto shrugs in response and walks away as well, his mechanical arms retracting into the harness attached to his back. As doctors in hazmat suits burst into the room and start dragging Adder away, Connors speaks into his recording device one more time.


 * Curt Connors: "First attempt at human injection of the OZ formula... failed."

Connors lowers the device. Back at the apartment of the Parkers, May is looking through a box of photos. Ben, who has a beer can in his hand, sees May flipping through the photos and leans over the sofa to look at them with her.


 * Ben Parker: "What're you looking at?"
 * May Parker: "Old photos of Peter that I printed out. They cheer me up."
 * Ben Parker: "Why do you need cheering up? What happened?"
 * May Parker: "Nothing bad, don't worry about it.

Ben presses the beer can against May's neck and she yelps.


 * Ben Parker: "Come on, what's the matter?"

May chuckles and rubs her neck.


 * May Parker: "You are a bastard, Ben Parker..."
 * Ben Parker: "I sure am. Now, what's wrong?"
 * May Parker: "I... don't know... I've been worried about Peter as of late."
 * Ben Parker: "Why? The kid's doing great at school and he's got some fine friends, from the sound of it."
 * May Parker: "I know, but he seems... more easily upset as of late. You see it too, right?"
 * Ben Parker: "Well... now that you mention it..."
 * May Parker: "You think he's getting bullied?"
 * Ben Parker: "Come on, he's the greatest kid I've ever met! Who'd pick on him?"
 * May Parker: "It's just--"

May stops and stares at a photo in her hand. The photo depicts two babies lying next to each other. She stares at the photo for a long while, Ben looking just as surprised as her.


 * Ben Parker: "...When did you print that out?"
 * May Parker: "It's... yellowing, it must be old... I'll throw it."
 * Ben Parker: "No, keep it. We'll tell Peter when he's old enough."

They hear a creeking door.


 * Peter Parker (from the other room): "I'm home!"
 * Ben Parker: "Well, speak of the devil and he shall come."