Marvel With Spider Power and Omnitrix

"I suggest you find a girlfriend as soon as possible, so I won't have to play field medic for you next time," Ben said as he packed away the first aid kit and tossed the blood-soaked cotton balls into the trash.

"I want to, but Liz doesn't even know I exist," Peter replied with a rueful smile.

"Does it have to be Liz?" Ben asked, handing the antidote vial to Peter. "This is the cure for the lizard serum, by the way."

"Thanks. It's frustrating that I let Dr. Connors escape," Peter said, his voice heavy with regret.

"You didn't let him escape—you barely managed to survive," Ben corrected, shaking his head. Seeing the embarrassed expression on Peter's face, he added with brutal honesty, "And that's me being generous."

Hearing this blunt assessment, Peter's shoulders sagged in defeat. "You're right. I really was no match for him."

"Maybe your powers haven't fully developed yet," Ben offered, trying to soften the blow. "Either way, we need to find them quickly."

Peter nodded in agreement, but then his expression shifted to surprise. "Them? As in plural?"

"There's another guy who's even crazier than Connors," Ben said without elaborating further.

Meanwhile, in the sewers beneath New York City, Dr. Connors—still in his Lizard form—seethed with fury over his recent battle with the wall-crawler.

It had been a tactical error to allow that annoying pest to escape, but fortunately, the encounter hadn't been a complete loss.

Dr. Lizard had followed the network of sewer pipes, searching methodically until he finally discovered a clue at the intersection of several water mains—an old camera that had been knocked loose during their fight.

He extended his claws and pried the device from the wall. After examining it carefully, he found a name engraved on the camera's back panel.

"Peter Parker."

Dr. Lizard's voice carried a mixture of surprise and cold malice. He never would have suspected that the identity of the spider-powered vigilante was actually Peter—his former student.

Connors had always valued Peter's exceptional intellect, especially after the young man had helped him solve the crucial decay rate equation. He'd recognized Peter as a genuine prodigy, someone whose mind could grasp concepts that eluded even seasoned researchers.

Even now, transformed as he was, Connors still felt a grudging admiration for Peter's brilliance.

He had originally considered sharing the "blessing" of the serum with Peter, bringing him into the fold of his new world order. But now it seemed that such generosity was no longer possible.

No matter how much he respected the boy's capabilities, anyone who dared to interfere with his grand design would have to be eliminated.

At this moment, only one thought dominated Connors' reptilian mind: Kill Peter Parker.

The next day, Ben made the rare decision to accompany Peter to school.

"Oscorp Tower has been sealed off by authorities, and Norman Osborn hasn't been seen publicly since the incident," Peter read from his phone as they walked, his brow furrowed with concern.

He looked up at Ben with confusion written across his face. "The entire building is under quarantine. What exactly happened up there?"

Ben had been at Oscorp last night to synthesize the antidote. If anyone knew what had occurred, it would be him.

"Don't you already know?" Ben replied evasively.

"You're talking about that other mad scientist?" Peter's expression was incredulous. "You mentioned fighting his creatures, but you didn't say you were going to demolish the entire building!"

Ben shrugged noncommittally, offering no further explanation.

"I'm worried about what this means for Harry," Peter said, genuine concern evident in his voice.

Such a massive incident involving the Oscorp Group would undoubtedly have serious repercussions for his best friend.

The most immediate impact was already apparent—Harry had sent Ben a text message explaining that he couldn't accompany him to scout company locations and purchase laboratory equipment the following weekend as planned.

Ben certainly understood the circumstances.

Regardless of the specifics, this incident represented a major scandal for the Oscorp Group. Although Norman Osborn could be ousted by the board of directors at any moment, he remained the company's founder and largest shareholder. Under such circumstances, it was wise for the family to maintain a low profile.

It remained unclear whether this crisis would cause Norman to lose even more control over the company he'd built.

At that very moment, in the Osborn mansion, Norman displayed an unusually relaxed and cheerful demeanor.

He'd opened a bottle of expensive champagne and approached the dining table with flushed cheeks, even momentarily considering pouring a glass for Harry before remembering his son's age.

"I forgot you're not old enough to drink," Norman said with amusement, settling back into his chair. He loosened his tie and took an elegant sip of the golden liquid.

Harry's mental state was the complete opposite of his father's. He'd never seen his typically serious father appear so relaxed and jubilant, and there seemed to be something almost manic lurking beneath this unexpected happiness.

"Dad, such a catastrophic event happened at the company—aren't you worried at all?" Harry asked, genuinely bewildered.

In Harry's opinion, his father should at least hold a press conference to provide the public with a reasonable explanation, preventing Oscorp Group's stock price from continuing its precipitous decline.

But from the moment Norman had received news of the incident, he'd acted as if he couldn't care less. He'd allowed the situation to spiral out of control and had even ignored urgent calls from other board members.

"Why should I be worried?" Norman asked, his good mood making him more patient with his son than usual. "You don't understand the situation at all, which is actually what concerns me."

"It's quite simple, Harry," Norman continued after savoring another piece of steak and dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "I only need to worry when I'm about to lose something that belongs to me. But what if that thing was never really mine to begin with?"

"But you founded Oscorp Group. If it doesn't belong to you, who else would it belong to?" Harry remained confused.

It was obvious that his father owned the largest percentage of shares, yet he claimed the company didn't belong to him.

Norman smiled but offered no immediate explanation.

What Harry didn't understand was that although Norman's shareholding was indeed the largest, he didn't possess absolute control. The other board members had long ago formed a coalition specifically designed to marginalize him and his influence.

The Oscorp of today was no longer the Oscorp that Norman had originally envisioned.

Thinking of this reality, Norman felt a cold surge of satisfaction.

Those corporate parasites wanted to steal his life's work? He would never allow them to succeed so easily.

"Want to force me out? Then nobody gets to play anymore!"

In truth, Norman had been contemplating this scorched-earth approach for quite some time, and the attack on Oscorp Tower had provided him with the perfect opportunity.

If the situation was too difficult to salvage through conventional means, then the solution was elegantly simple: don't bother trying to salvage it at all.

However, Norman's expression shifted as another thought occurred to him. He took another sip of champagne and addressed Harry directly.

"Contact Ben and tell him to expedite the establishment of Primus Technologies. When Oscorp Group's stock price hits rock bottom, I want him to help me acquire the company's shares using Primus as a front."

Norman wasn't naive enough to believe he could regain complete control of Oscorp. In fact, he understood perfectly well that the company was facing enormous challenges. Even if it were successfully acquired, it would be difficult for the stock price to return to its previous levels.

This might not be a losing proposition, but the potential profits were minimal at best.

However, Oscorp Group represented Norman's life's work. He'd invested more energy in the company than he'd ever devoted to raising his own son. If there was any chance to salvage it, he was determined to reclaim what had been taken from him.

He wouldn't ask Ben to assume any personal risk—Norman was prepared to finance the entire operation himself. He simply wanted to use Primus Technologies as a shell company to avoid attracting unwanted attention from his enemies on the board.

Harry couldn't fully grasp all the complex financial and political maneuvering involved, but he could certainly follow simple instructions.

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