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Also, warning. We actually wrote this chapter just before last chapter so... yeah

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Chapter 6
AIM Spiderwoman

We arrive at the New York headquarters of Advanced Ideas Mechanics. A group of geniuses who strive to help people using advancing technology
AIM

And inside A.I.M. headquarters, was a woman working on a project of her own with her own assistants. A brown haired woman with light blue eyes, wearing a white science coat with a black shirt, blue trousers and a yellow scientist pass. This was-

"Scientist Parker. How is your project coming along?" A fellow scientist asked as he walked over

"Not as well as I'd hoped." she frowned as she took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. The fellow scientist was a brown haired man wearing goggles, wearing a similar attire to 'Scientist Parker'.

"It's a huge project. Better people than you have tried." He tried to comfort her.

"That's reassuring, Octavius." Scientist Parker sighed. She turned around on her swivel chair so she was face to face with her co-worker.

The man had brown hair but balding, thick goggles, wearing a white scientist jacket and black shirt, a pot-belly and blue jeans "I didn't mean it like that, Parker." He apologised and sighed. "I know you're close to something great. But you're in a marathon not a normal race."

"Because I don't have much time Otto. You know this." she muttered, pressing her head against her mentors chest like a lost child. He was assisting her on her own project but he was the more experienced of the two

Otto sighed and patted her head. "I know. You've got a good heart."

'Uncle Max.' The female Parker thought

"Look, take the rest of the day off. I'll settle things here." Otto offered.

"No, I can keep going." she said confidently

"Well, alright. I'll get us some coffee." Otto answered and walked off.

"Thanks." she nodded

Scientist Parker went back to work, progressing as best as she could on her project. Petra Parker was a brilliant young woman, legally adopted by her Aunt Betty and Uncle Max. But her uncle... He wasn't healthy. He had a debilitating disease that was making his body cease its functions.
It was called ALS.
Petra was doing all she could to help fix that.

However normal funding, normal scientific groups, would not help. Limited funding, limited equipment, let alone people looking down on her because of her gender and her age. So she had to persevere with her personal mission. She had to go to... Less than savoury people. She had to work for AIM, people who had the funding but had VERY questionable motives but it was her only option

"Petra?" Otto said, holding out a cup of coffee for her

"Huh? Oh, thank you." Petra took the coffee.

"What's your progress?" Otto asked as he sat down next to her.

"No better than ten minutes ago." she joked, looking down at her cup

Otto mulled over his own cup and nodded. "Maybe you need a different perspective? See something you're not seeing. I know you've got the 'guerrilla idea' touch."

"Meaning I can make a capacitor with hardware store appliances with ease?" Petra chuckled as she took a sip of her coffee, feeling relaxed

"Exactly." he nodded "You going to drink some more?"

"I've barely started." She chuckled and looked at it. She took another sip and grew more relaxed. The two sat there, relaxing from the coffee and pulling back from their experiments.

Petra's eyes slowly fluttering closed and fogging over 'So. Tired.' She thought and slumped in her chair.

"You okay Petra?" Otto smiled

"What? Did you. Do...?" Petra asked as she fell to sleep.

SMASH

The mug fell and smashed on the floor, the coffee pouring out as Otto remained there with his own mug. He smiled softly and put his cup down, looking at her body

"Look at you, Petra. Wearing all that." Otto laughed gently as he looked at her body. Her black shirt and jeans tight on her thin yet curvy body "You should really-" Otto began to reach down.

"Scientist Octavius, what're you doing here?" Another scientist asked

"My assistant helped me test my new sleeping agent since she was over working herself, not that she knew it of course." Otto explained, the other scientist nodding and accepting that and walked away. AIM was not a place for good Nobel souls, all these scientists were out for themselves and as corrupt as they can be 'Now, where were we?' Otto thought as he looked at her "Speak, my dear. Who do you belong to?"

Petra's mouth slowly moved, giving a whisper of an answer "I belong to Otto Octavious."

"Yes!" he whispered happily "Now for some further tests." he coughed, standing up straight "Too bad I can't try anything further. Well then, you will not come to the labs tomorrow. And you shall forget we had this conversation."

"Yes Master." she muttered

"Now, return to sleep." he ordered

Petra did so and fell to sleep and having been ordered to forget. She snored a bit and shuddered. It was a few hours later and Petra was woken up by her phone's ringtone. "Huh?" she blinked, picking up her phone "Hello?"

"Hello, Petra." A woman's voice spoke through

Yawning she responded. "Aunt Bev? What-what time is it?"

"It is nearly 7PM Petra, are you coming home? We are worried."

"Seven? I-I'm so sorry. I'll be right there." Petra apologised, grabbing her purse and left "Nearly there!" Unknown to Petra, while she slept an experiment had gotten loose and had entered her handbag. She ran, rushing home
As she ran, she had to catch a taxi. It was the quickest way to get there. She sat in the back, sighing happily. The taxi drove over to Queens and Petra left for home. The place where she grew up.
Her home
"Thank you." She told the taxi driver and went inside. "I'm home."

"Ah, Petra. You're here." Uncle Mark spoke, coming into view. It was a slim man with greying hair, wearing a red shirt and blue jeans.

"Sorry I'm late. I was caught up in my work." she smiled nervously and hugged him

"Well, you're here now. Bev's going to be happy to see you." Uncle Mark answered, patting her back.

"Why?" Petra blinked

"Petra. It's your birthday." He smiled

"My birth-? It-it is?" Petra blinked in shock, her work taking precedence that she just forgot.

"Yes it is." He laughed

Petra facepalmed herself and groaned. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologise. It's alright." Uncle Mark answered and lead her into the kitchen, where an older woman with greying hair was sat

"Hey Aunt Bev." Petra smiled

"Ah, Petra. You're here." Aunt Bev spoke, coming into view. It was a slim woman with greying hair, wearing a white shirt and blue jogging trousers and slippers "Happy birthday." Petra knelt down and hugged her "It's good to see you." Aunt Bev smiled as best as she could.

"It's good to see you too." Petra wept gently, thinking about WHY she was doing this. She was doing this for her Uncle Mark. Petra smiled and sat down, chatting with her Aunt and Uncle as they set down dinner for her. She was fine with making it herself but they had made this special for her Birthday. Petra sniffed gently and smiled, seeing the effort they had put in for her.

How much they loved her

*Time Skip*

Petra was sitting next to her Uncle, holding his hand affectionately "Is the medicine working?" she asked, having given him something she theorised would reduce the pain and strain on his body.

"It is. Kind of bitter, though." Uncle Mark joked lightly.

"Sorry, I tried my best." She apologised.

"I am kinding. You work magic, Petra." he praised softly

Petra smiled gently at that and kissed his forehead "It will be okay. I'll fix everything." she assured

Uncle Mark smiled weakly at that "You do too much, Petra."

"Then why do I feel like I'm barley doing anything?" she whispered

"You're fighting an uphill battle on your own." He answered "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Uncle Mark." She wept, trying to be proud "I love you." she assured him, hugging him before she went to her room. As she was alone she put her purse down and began to cry. She didn't know what to think. All her work, she was afraid that she wouldn't see it come to fruition... Why did she suddenly feel pain?

She looked around and saw that it came from her hand, a spider had just bitten her. The bite had left a deep red wound which made her feel woozy.

CRASH!

Petra's head felt like a storm within her brain, her body was on fire as she felt her whole body twinge and prick with whatever the spider bit her with. She didn't think she was allergic to spiders, but that spider seemed to have a venom flowing through her.

Her vision was blurring, her body on the floor as she looked at the door to the corridor. Seeing the crack of light coming through the edge of the door 'Uncle. Mark. Aunt. Bev.' She thought in excruciating pain before she passed out.

*Time Skip*

A whole 24 hours had passed... And Petra was knealing on the floor, distraught.
She had woken up 2 hours ago... Only to find how long she had been asleep... And that Uncle Mark had died

She was in his room, crying that he had let him down.

She had failed him

Aunt Bev had been crying the previous night, having to look after Petra since she passed out. She then walked in "He went in the night." Her soft voice reassured her "Asleep with me."

That hadn't made it better

She had been crying for two hours

Petra and her Aunt Bev were still at home, quiet and silent. Not saying anything. Hours ticked away, Petra was still shell shocked. She had lost an important person in her life. All the work she had done, was all for nothing.

Her life felt empty

She finally returned to work two days later, but it only felt like two minutes to her. She was zoned out most of the time. She didn't know what to do right now. She felt... Empty, almost

"Hey, Parker. What's wrong?" Otto's voice asked as he went over to her.

"He's gone."

"Who's-? Oh. I'm sorry." He apologised but Petra didn't respond as she sat down... And her fingers made indents in the large table made out of a metal stronger the steel. Otto's eyes widened in shock, in both Petra's strength...but even MORE so by the lack of response she had on it. Like she had done it subconsciously and didn't even notice 'What. IS this?' He thought in shock, before he calmed down. 'A secret project? I NEED that.'

"I don't know what to do Otto." Petra admitted, holding back her tears

"What do you mean?" Otto asked. "What changed?" He inquired.

"My, my uncle passed away." Petra whispered in a choked up voice "I don't know what to do! My work... it has no purpose now! Aunt Bev and I... we are alone! I'm... I'm... I'm a failure!"

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Alright?" Otto answered "You might cause more damage."

"I. I don't care." She cried before she noticed what her fingers had done... And screamed as she fell backwards "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Otto backed up, worried what Petra was going to do, honestly, it was throwing him off.

"What... How did I do that?!" She stuttered in fear

"I-I don't know!" Otto answered in an innocent response. 'But I soon will.' He thought internally "How about I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, yeah a drink. A drink will be better. Something... Something to calm me down." Petra nodded, trying to get up, but her unintended strength bent the metal tables as she got up. She nearly lost her footing as the metal just gave way under her hand. She was almost hyperventilating from this new revelation. What happened to her? 'Am I... Am I one of those mutants?'

"Here, steady your nerves." Otto passed her a coffee.

Petra nodded, sipping the drink... and felt a calming sensation fill her "Hmm. Thank you, Otto." Petra slowly calmed down, feeling better as her eyes began to fog over once more 'What's...This?' She thought as she found herself floating on clouds again. Her body went limp, Otto smiling

'Too easy.' Otto thought to himself. "Now, tell me. HOW did you get this strength?"

"I do not know Master Otto." she said mindlessly... making Otto freeze

"What? What do you MEAN 'you don't know'?" He snapped, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her softly

"I do not know. All I know was that I felt blinding pain. I then spent 24 hours unconscious. And then when I woke up... I discovered my Uncle had died." Petra said, tears falling from her eyes

'Damn it. This is hopeless.' Otto thought as he grabbed a needle from a draw, preparing to draw blood. As he did, Petra's mind began to tingle, like a warning sense that made her body react in defense

Without warning her body acted, moving back to avoid the needle

"... What?" Otto blinked as he tried again, and got the same response "I... What are you doing?" he asked

"I. Don't know. My body's moving on its own." Petra answered, slowly recalling her consciousness "I felt a tingling about danger and instinctively move out of the way."

"Fascinating." Otto muttered 'I must work fast. My serm will only last another ten minutes at most.' he thought "Okay then. I am about to take a blood sample, if you feel that sensation you are not to move."

"I will... try." She answered, but this point, the serum was being burnt through MUCH quicker

Otto managed to extract the blood when Petra started to come through, he barley had time to hide the needle

"Urgh...my head." Petra groaned as she gripped her head, not really noticing the needle sensation that was in her arm.

"You okay Petra?" Otto asked

"I feel like someone drugged me." Petra answered

"Sorry, it appears my calming tablets are too powerful." he commented "Must need different dosages for men and women. Might be the testosterone.'

"What're you putting in them?" Petra groaned and felt her stomach churn, her mind already shooting to life as well

"Why?" he asked in concern, seeing her hunch over lightly

"I-I'm gonna be sick!" She gripped her stomach and ran to the bathroom

"Why?" he frowned in confusion. She had no such reaction last time he used this on her. Something must have happened to her on a genetic level, something that altered her very DNA. Who knows what had happened to her "I need to analyse her blood." he whispered before he followed her into the toilet and rubbed her back, acting as supportive as he 'always did'

*time skip*

It had been a month... An insane month. Between these blackouts, sorting her uncle's funeral...AND the rent for her Aunt's home, it was just piling up. WITH the Tri-monthly employment research coming up. It was just hell for Petra. Luckily Otto had been there for her, like always

"I'm fired." Petra frowned with her head in her hands. "It's over for me."

"No you won't dear." Otto frowned, resting a hand on her shoulder "You are too valuable of an asset to AIM for them to get rid of you. I have always said this, I can see you becoming Scientist Supreme one day."

"'Scientist Supreme'. Yeah right. YOU'VE gotten farther ahead in my research than I have." Petra said in self loathing, leaning against him

Otto was stunned, flinching back by her leaning into him

"Your so much smarter than me. A better researcher. You should be Scientist Supreme already." Petra continued

"Well, I-." Otto mumbled

"But I'm useless." she muttered and pulled away, walking away from her teacher

"Petra.." He frowned and rubbed his face. A slight hint of guilt filling his heart 'Fuck. What've I done?' He asked himself before he shook his head, this was his research... And his personal gratification 'I HAVE to keep her here!' He thought 'I finally got the formula to effect her properly again! She was just starting to wear tighter cloths! She's JUST starting to help me fully understand her powers!'

Petra walked over to her board and looked at it...seeing her old means to help her Uncle...and then punched it away, just leaving a hole in it. She cried, shaking and shivering
She felt like she was going crazy. She was dressing differently, this whole thing with her mind. Her work slipping from her grasp...EVERYTHING was going wrong.

She looked at her reflection in the metal, her reflection in a spider web fracture

'A. Spider-web?' She thought...and her mind flared up. She thought of something new! "I've got it! How to use my powers for AIM!" she gasped happily. Though, she WOULD have to keep this secret... A secret from even Otto

'This. This WILL keep me here.' She thought

*time skip, another month later*

Petra was staying away from Otto, as best as she could. She was working tirelessly to make sure this project was 100% hers. And since staying clear from Otto, she felt her mind clear up. She looked at her creation, smiling

It was a new form of costume for her. Armoured legs, a visor helmet that covered the entirety of her face. Specialized sensors and a sophisticated AI that could help her should she become unconscious. The costume was mostly yellow with some black accents

"Finally. My Spider-Suit." She smiled "'Spider-Suit' SO glad I came up with that. Rolls off the tongue." She began to get dressed, smiling gently "Now, to present it to AIM's board." She spoke to herself. She nodded, confident in herself

As time ticked by her nerves began to grow

"And, this is my project." Petra answered, bowing to the board
A strength enhancing suit. A liquid which hardened into a rubber cement when exposed to air, a thin hair length strand being as strong as steel. Specialised tracking devices and more

The board muttered about each other, thinking about Petra's pitch

All of them deep in thought

Petra gulped nervously, struggling to stay still because of her nerves getting to her.

"We approve of this project." one board member nodded when they where finished debating "We shall give you a team and $3,000,000 dollars to further your 'Web Warrior' project."

The wind was back in her sails. That amount of money, the funding! The team. The appreciation. She had achieved it!

She had done it!

"YES!" she cheered once she had left the room. She was going to be a potential Scientist Supreme, she knew it! Just like Otto always said! Given a few more years and lots of work... She could do it!

"Congratulations, Petra." Otto spoke as he saw her beaming face

"Otto!" she cheered and hugged him

He hugged and patted her back gently. "Well done." He added "Would you like me to take you out as a celebration?"

"Sure. But what's your invention?" she asked, brushing her hair behind her ear

"A secret, Petra." He answered

"Okay." she pouted and kissed his cheek

Otto blinked but smiled at that, letting her go 'It's still there. Some control. She's still under MY control.' He thought to himself. He walked into the room, ready for HIS presentation

Petra was smiling as she ran to her private lab in excitement. Her life was starting to look up