Reborn as the Spider who bit Peter Parker

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When I spotted a brand new Marussia B1-17 driven by Ozborn, I nodded in his direction and parked next to his car. The rich scarlet sports car inspired respect and the desire to race at top speed, because this is the way of the tempter in the body of the car and the demon of speed in the new body.

After a quick hello to Harry, we hurried to the Economics class, where we ran into Felicia Hardy in the corridor, who was almost late as well, a couple of laconic nods, and we quickly entered the classroom under the interested gazes of our classmates. Habitually conducting a dialogue with Harry, I was half-heartedly listening to another lecture with a meaningless topic that was already outdated five years ago. But it was damn hard for the conservatives who clung to the usual archaisms to admit that their knowledge wasn't worth a cent now. So they worked their 'programme', but in my opinion, at this rate the administration will soon be ousted for not being very rational in the allocation of resources and not being progressive in the way they teach. On the other hand, it's always negotiable, so it's not always so clear-cut.

With a mental hum, I went back to our conversation with Osborne.

- In the end, I called those Russians and bought out the now completely 'my' custom toy. True, I had to take a corporate jet to Novosibirsk, but it was worth it, don't you agree? - The camrad was smiling sincerely at the purchase of an exclusive sports car. - There were not too many of them in the world as it was, and this is one of them. - The comrade went on to describe all the advantages of his electric car.

Catching a thoughtful look from Miss Hardy, I did not interrupt Harry, but only neutrally playfully winked at our princess, who immediately averted her eyes. Why did she blush so much? But I don't understand, and I'm not trying to understand, if I'm honest.

- So you didn't even bargain? - I immediately join the conversation with my comrade, because I did not stop listening to him attentively.

- Well, it's Marusya...' Harry said, almost affectionately. - She'll be just right for the collection. And their company went bankrupt, so there won't be any new ones, and if you want, you can consider it a long-term investment. Or my whim. - the camaraderie is more firmly in place. - I'm thinking of ordering four more and I'll have enough. - smiled dreamily at Osborne.

- You still haven't played with cars? - I ask my friend with a smile. - I'm already the head of an international company! - I said in a high-pitched voice, teasing Harry as we left the couple.

- It's pure passion, and I can't help it. - The camaraderie of the two of them was in favour of my game. - Cars and other machinery are my life! Some like art, some like weapons and beautiful women, but I like cars. - he said firmly.

- What are you boys arguing about? - Miss Hardy suddenly and silently approached us.

- The same as always, about eternal things. - I said philosophically. - Harry sings an ode to the beauty of a new car, but I don't agree with him, because there are so many interesting things in the world, and it's silly to limit oneself to one thing. - I looked thoughtfully at Felicia's lithe figure, as if I were really assessing her perfect body, and then I got a look of fury, anger and a little contentment?

What curious notes of emotion and passion blaze in those marvellous eyes. And why is she so caught up in this interview? Or was it just an excuse? But for what and why? What does a 'bird' of such flight need from a simple student? One apprenticeship with Creed is not enough for me, how did she know about all this? On the other hand, the earth is full of rumours, as we know, so someone could have blabbed. I hope she won't find out that now I'm part of his gang, or rather family, of course, 'family', but who cares, because whatever you call an OCG, it's an OCG. And with an ethnic flavour, isn't that nice? Though for those Russian scumbags, probably, it is even more incomprehensible why the master took some dead student as an apprentice, and even a Yankee American, so it is better to stay away from them, or such acquaintances as May says are completely destructive. Though I'm more curious as to how she got such knowledge. I don't go into other people's pasts, I'm fine with that.

- Parker... you always are. - the girl immediately faltered. - You're annoying! - our lovely blondie immediately began to glare back at me.

- What a passion. - Harry smiled sweetly. - I think I understand you now, brother. I can't deal with cars when there's a storm like this. So I'll leave you two alone. I'll check in with you when you're free. - and waving goodbye, the camaraderie left us alone together.

- You misunderstood everything... - Felicia only managed to mutter in the back of the guy who left. - Happy? What people will think now. - said the girl angrily. - One look Parker. One! And you've already pissed me off. - sweetly hissed the blonde. - It's just a phenomenal talent. - Miss Hardy said more calmly. - What's to be done with you? - The storm was gone, and her marvellous eyes were once more enchanting in their beauty.

- Understand? Forgive! Hug? Kiss...' I smiled slightly haughtily and spoke practically purring.

- Cheeky. - the girl smiled back.

- Well, that's just the way it is. - my smile turned a little playful.

- You can't stand Parker. But you should know that without me. So what about the opera? And then we'll get on with our interview, or did you think I'd forget? - the girl grinned. - I have to admit, this is the longest interview I've ever done and it's still not over. So why are you so toxic Parker? - The blonde wondered thoughtfully.

- Miss Hardy, you flatter me. Toxic? It's simple, because I'm a genetically modified spider, that's why I'm toxic, isn't that logical? - I look into the depths of her marvellous eyes with crystal honesty.

- It all makes sense now. - the girl grinned. - It will be in the article. - Felicia added immediately.

- Naturally... - I smiled indulgently. - We still have time, but it's better to be there beforehand, so how about a breezy ride to the opera?

- Are you suggesting I ride to the opera in my custom monster? - the girl smiled questioningly.

- The choice is always yours mi amour. - I gave her a hint of a smile and walked leisurely towards my beaver.

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Do you think I don't know such banal French? - the girl shouted indignantly at my back.

So we got to the car park, jokingly bickering like grumpy spouses, and it was nice in its own way. But I don't like it when it's serious. This is a toxic relationship, and I don't need such a thing, because if we are to be together, it's only by living together, soul to soul, and why should it be any other way? Toxicity and abusive relationships are for losers and fools, because you can always leave and find something better, otherwise you are worthless. Or are we reasonable people for nothing? However, seeing many people sometimes doubt whether they are not another branch of Homo, even if perhaps a little dead-end. Handing the helmet to the hesitant girl, I smiled neutrally. In her eyes there was again a storm of emotions, but her face remained calmly cool, as befits a snow queen. And why was it so enchanting?

Enjoying the beauty of her eyes, I hovered just as much for a second. These emotions were so damn curious and magical in their variety.

- Why are you frozen Parker? - Felicia winked at me, deftly settling on the bike behind me.

I'm starting to like this kind of holiday, as long as I don't run into another pogrom or gang war. Speaking of which, if I'm part of an organised crime group now, can't I just clean the city of 'competitors'? It'd be safer for me and my family. I should probably consider that option. After all, you can always go fire and sword, and the armour will not be idle.

- Then let's go... - I liked the girl's mood better, and smiling, I took us to the adventures and boring opera.

New York opera has always been an extremely curious place, even though I'm not a fan of such music, but why not? If such a charming blonde asks, I am almost unable to refuse, except when I have no time at all. But it's a good thing to have a holiday, and in Miss Hardy's company, so I'll have to give an interview. It's a small thing, and who knows how things will turn out.

The traffic was surprisingly light, so we made a quick, breezy stop to pick up Felicia's evening gown and my suit, which Miss Hardy had kindly prepared. The final point of our journey was the Met, or more formally the Metropolitan Opera House. The building looked rather curious and ornate, but it was just right for an opera. Even though I liked more 'dynamic' music, I was never reluctant to learn something new, but I already had a prejudice that was hard to break, but I would try to enjoy it. After all, that's what life is worth living for. The world is full of pleasures and curiosity is not a vice, but interest is a spice to life, and fade the colours of sensations, but you add a little passion, and the world will open up from a sudden side! Some will call me a hedonist, for I love life and all the gifts it so kindly brings. And perhaps he'd be right, but only by dying can one realise the beauty of life. It's a paradox, isn't it? But such is our mortal journey.

Having parked the bike and gallantly taking Felicia under the hand, we headed towards the entrance with the dignity of aristocrats, obviously straining the local guards with our transport. However, all suspicion vanished in a flash when the blonde elegantly poked the 'VIP' invitations +1 in the face of the bull-headed guards. Having walked over my lean figure in a perfectly fitting suit, they only gritted their teeth in displeasure, but did not dare to show their displeasure in a more open form. I only grinned at the guards, making them even more angry, because they were such mutts and dared to be disrespectful. However, there was no time to teach them a lesson, and it would be a bit embarrassing in front of sweet Felicia, or she'd think I was a savage. I'm not Creed, after all, to kill for a leer, am I? I'm just a student who's gone to the opera in the company of a lovely miss, so I should keep my dignity and ignore the plebs.

Arrogant? I don't argue, but I always didn't care about the opinions of others, and it wasn't until I interacted with Master that I began to notice an indescribable bloodthirstiness. It was normal for me to break the bones of an asshole who dared to offend a friend close to my heart, but I could still control myself. Of course, there were times when I got rough, like that incident with the hammer and Rhino's guys. I mean, who doesn't? A little too much force, that's why I went to Creed. But something went terribly wrong.

Having occupied with Felicia comfortable seats on a cosy balcony, we had time literally in a minute, and already soon the performance began, to observe which gathered all high society of our city and not only. And yet I did not fully understand the status of this event. Maybe the advantage is that everyone gathers here? And afterwards it is possible to communicate with whom it is necessary, to discuss important trifles, and, certainly, to enjoy art, where without it. But does this archaism have a place in our time? Or is it just a tribute to tradition and the memory of a 'high' culture that has been irretrievably lost. Ubiquitous globalisation and the echo of universal urbanism tsunami wave passed through the unstrengthened minds of mankind, blurring the former boundaries, foundations and habitual frameworks. However, maybe it is for the best, in time only monuments of former architecture will remain and people like me will still not understand what was the meaning of this opera and other archaisms.

After about twenty minutes of 'insanely interesting' action I began to doze off with my eyes open. There was little to disturb my sleep. It didn't matter whether it was the shooting from the neighbouring house, which we hadn't managed to repel yet, or the measured TV, I had always been able to filter noises and, if necessary, immediately get up at the sound of the alarm clock or any suspicious rustle. Yes, my hearing was not musical, but it was extremely sensitive and could filter various background noises quite well. Now I can't remember when it appeared, but this little thing allowed me to sleep in various and sometimes not always 'comfortable' situations, and what else does a soldier, student or office worker need?

When I noticed some extraneous noise that suddenly caused a general silence, I instantly tensed up. Something like this couldn't be left to chance. Lazily opening my eye, I saw a startling sight. Mechanical tentacles were slowly rising from the orchestra pit, the smooth glow of the scarlet visors looking so damn familiar. A stout figure in a modern welding mask behind the anthracite black glass of the technical interface appeared with the same thorough leisurely pace. I couldn't help but recognise Octavius; he hadn't even deigned to change his favourite overcoat, but had confined himself to the mask, which concealed his identity quite well.

And what had our scientist forgotten at the opera? It must be even stranger to him than it is to me.

- Miss Hardy, I'm delighted to meet you. I was just about to deliver a message to your mother, as our last conversation was too emotional. So I was hoping you could help me with that. - towering over the people with his tentacles, he moved smoothly through the hushed hall, moving confidently towards us. - I will not harm you, but you will have to be a guest of my humble 'apartments' until we settle things with your mother. So don't resist, I don't want this any more than you do. I want justice and nothing more! - with a slight annoyance Otto said in one sharp jerk, appearing on our balcony. - Parker? What a curious meeting. You'd better stay out of it, too, and if possible I won't hurt your friend. After all, I came just to talk and politely 'invite' Miss Hardy to visit me. - Octavius said, almost gently. - No one wants to be 'accidentally' maimed, do they? - At the doctor's last words the armed guards burst into the hall and immediately opened fire on the madman who dared to take hostages.

A free tentacle instantly stood behind Otto, a second and a powerful energy shield was already shielding him from the bullets. Turning towards the still firing guards, the doctor only snorted in annoyance, and the second tentacle went towards the Met defenders. A fraction of a second and the mechanical tentacle's attachment turned into a cannon, a smooth click, an instantaneous rumble and a powerful beam of plasma completely incinerated a dozen tough guys who hadn't realised what they'd gotten themselves into. Returning his limbs to their normal state, Otto focused his attention back on us.

- I'm not going anywhere with you. If you have any questions, make an appointment during office hours and you will be received. And anyway, you're disturbing our rest... - Felicia said with arctic calmness, squeezing my hand tightly.

- If only it were that simple, child. - I thought for a moment that Otto smiled sadly. - Again, I apologise. - Octavius said, and his tentacle rushed toward the girl, but I was faster and took the blow for myself. - Parker? What the hell? All I want is Miss Hardy. Back off. I don't want to kill you. - he said nervously.

- I can't back down and leave the girl in trouble, because a man said that your convictions should be stronger than granite and if you care about something, you should stand up to the end. - I immediately recalled a conversation I had with Octavius. - So I can't help you. - I smiled impeccably and continued to stand under the pressure of the mechanical tentacle, but the doctor really didn't want to kill me, because he's not a bad man, or at least he was?

- Parker, you're still unbearable. - through tears smiled Felicia.

- That's just the way it is. - I smiled back, immediately feeling a sharp jolt.

- That's commendable, but stupid...' Otto said, wrapping his tentacle around me and sharply slamming me into the wall.

He grabbed the girl with his free tentacle and began to leave the Met in a hurry.

- Peter...' cried Felicia, entangled in the tentacles.