Ned was crushed that Peter hadn't agreed to come over and build the Death Star Lego with him.
So, naturally, he doubled down on pestering Peter.
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First period – Math.
Peter sat there, eyes on the board, pretending to follow the equations.
In reality? He was running mental drafts of how to pitch an idea to Tony Stark.
That's when Ned leaned over and whispered, way too close:
"You ever actually met Tony Stark?"
Peter blinked. "Uh, yeah. Who do you think I'm negotiating with?"
Ned's eyes went saucer-wide. Peter just rolled his.
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Second period – English.
Same act: Peter feigning attention, while his brain chased tonight's mission. How to track down the Lizard terrorizing the city in the Amazing Spider-Man's world.
Then—poke, poke. Ned again.
"When you finish a mission, does Mr. Stark pat your shoulder and say, 'Good job, Peter! Here's a gold coin for your efforts'?"
Peter turned. "…What?"
Seriously. What is coming out of your mouth right now?
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Third period – Chinese class.
The teacher was cheerfully drilling "yī, èr, sān, sì" and "xièxiè."
Peter, meanwhile, was knee-deep in daydreams about Parker Industries.
Fine. Yes. The guy had been distracted since the first bell. But could you blame him? These lessons were child's play. He'd mastered them in minutes, then spun out entirely new theories just for fun.
Hard to sit through basics when your brain's ten steps ahead.
Ned's head popped back into his space. Again.
Peter groaned internally. This curiosity machine cannot—must not—find out I'm Spider-Man. If he's this nosy over an "internship," what would happen if he knew the truth?
Answer: eternal harassment.
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Fourth period – finally. Science class.
This was the one Peter had been waiting for.
Midtown High's labs were no joke—well-funded, stocked with everything from basic reagents to advanced gear. The place rivaled mid-tier private labs, and whenever supplies ran low, the school restocked fast.
Perfect cover for Peter to "borrow" what he needed.
Today's project? Spinning two kinds of web fluid:
His own formula.
And the formula from the Amazing Spider-Man's world.
He needed to know—were they different? Or identical?
Back when his powers first awakened, Peter had thrown himself into biology research, combing through everything about arachnids. What he found blew his mind: spiders were a vast family, with endless varieties of silk. Some spun webs to trap prey, some for safety lines, some even made different silks for eggs.
The garden spider alone produced seven distinct kinds.
So if nature was that diverse, why wouldn't Spider-Men across dimensions spin different webs?
And if he could decode the variations—studying morphology, amino acid sequences, protein structures, tensile strength, elasticity, bio-function—then maybe… maybe he could create the next leap in materials science.
Imagine:
Super-light, breathable bio-fiber clothing.
Ropes thinner than a shoelace but stronger than steel.
Surgical sutures that dissolve safely in the body.
Spider silk was, hands down, nature's most incredible fiber. Stronger than steel, tougher than Kevlar, yet flexible and biodegradable.
Materials science was the backbone of modern tech. Metals, polymers, composites, nanomaterials—it all shaped the future. And Peter? He had something Stark himself had praised.
Tony's words echoed in his head: "Kid, this stuff is genius."
If Stark could build an empire on alloys like his proprietary titanium-gold mix, then why couldn't Peter stake his claim on webs?
Stark Industries thrived on three pillars:
Energy – arc reactors and clean power breakthroughs.
Medical – biotech labs, nanotech "Cradle of Life."
Materials – alloys, composites, nanostructures.
Peter wasn't ready to touch energy or medicine. But materials? That was his turf.
He whipped through the prep, fingers steady. Two samples, side by side. His web. The Amazing Spider-Man's web. Slide mounts, microscope ready.
He leaned over the eyepiece of the Olympus C-35AD.
The fibers shimmered into view—delicate yet unbreakable, nature's engineering at its finest.
And sure enough… the two weren't the same.
Distinct structures. Subtle but real. Proof that Spider-Men across worlds each spun their own signature threads.
Peter's heart raced. He wasn't just staring at webs.
He was staring at the future of Parker Industries.
—End of chapter—
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