After hours of testing, Nathan finally succeeded in developing the subatomic cobweb solution. When compressed into its subatomic form, the liquid took on a silvery appearance, contained within a specially designed test tube. It resembled mercury—shiny, fluid, and strangely hypnotic.
The core of the system was simple in theory but required advanced physics to execute. The cobweb container would store the compressed solution and, when triggered by a variable frequency electric current, would release the material. That was when the real science began.
Upon activation, the cobweb solution transformed rapidly—from subatomic to atomic, then into a gas. At high velocity, the gas would frictionally react with the atmosphere, the heat causing it to transition into a liquid, and finally solidify into a high-tensile web.
It was complicated to explain, but in execution, it happened in an instant. The liquid webbing was lightweight, hyper-adhesive, and self-dissolving over time—making it both effective and eco-friendly.
"Next step: hardware," Nathan muttered, glancing at his schematics.
He glanced over at Little Spider-Man, housed inside a reinforced glass box. The small creature tilted its head, its many eyes tracking Nathan's every move. Though it didn't speak, it seemed to understand him.
"You can roam around this lab," Nathan said, "but don't leave the basement. Got it?"
The creature blinked, then nodded slightly. It didn't scurry or fidget—just sat still, like a miniature guardian.
Nathan returned to his project. He began cataloging the materials required to build the web shooters, including the containment housing and ejection systems. His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling data from archives and HYDRA's stolen research.
He spent hours filtering through alloy properties and resistance stats, finally settling on an advanced alloy once used in HYDRA's exoskeleton armor. It had high compressive durability and electromagnetic insulation—perfect for storing compressed web fluid.
"Good," he said, already sketching the frame. "The housing's covered. Now the power circuit and pulse ejection."
Unlike traditional trigger-based launchers, his shooter used a power button system that transmitted electric pulses to a microprocessor. The CPU would then regulate current type, frequency, and strength to generate varied webbing patterns—ropes, nets, straight lines, or spiral launches.
But one major component remained a challenge.
"The propulsion system…"
To fire the solution at sufficient speed, Nathan needed to generate an explosive force without using gunpowder or liquid propellants.
"A gas pulse. Like an air cannon," he decided. "Something that mimics a smoke ring shooter, but with enough force to launch material faster than a bullet."
He got to work designing a miniature gas pulse engine, comprised of high-pressure air chambers, pulse valves, solenoids, and rapid exhaust systems. The theory was solid—pressure would build, then be released in a focused burst to push the fluid through the nozzle, triggering the web-forming transformation.
Hours passed.
By 3 AM, Nathan was physically drained, even with his enhanced body.
"Time to rest," he muttered. "I'll finish the pulser tomorrow."
He glanced at Little Spider-Man—already curled up in its box, fast asleep.
Nathan climbed the stairs and collapsed into bed, his mind still buzzing with calculations and engineering diagrams.
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Morning sunlight broke through the windows.
Nathan sat up, stretched, and yawned. "I feel good," he said. "Four hours of sleep and I'm fresh. Perks of an optimized biology."
He cracked his neck, muscles clicking audibly, and headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, Claude had breakfast ready—a protein-heavy spread, clearly designed for someone who burned calories like a furnace.
Claude smiled. "Morning."
Nathan nodded. "Smells good."
On the couch, Yana—Claude's daughter—was still rubbing her eyes. She looked up at Nathan with a sleepy smile.
"Morning, big brother," she said with a small yawn.
Claude handed her a warm blanket and gently reminded, "No eating yet. Remember, you're getting your surgery today."
Yana's face went blank. "Surgery?"
Nathan knelt beside her. "We're going to fix your heart and asthma. After that, you'll be able to run, jump, and play like everyone else."
The girl's eyes sparkled.
"Really?! I can play tag and eat spicy food and go on roller coasters?!"
Nathan laughed. "If that's what you want—yes."
She raised her fists in excitement. "I want to be like you and Daddy! I want to fight bad guys!"
"You will," Nathan replied. "After today, your life starts over."
After breakfast, he led Yana to the basement, which had already been transformed into a makeshift surgical suite.
Little Spider-Man snuck behind them, watching quietly from the shadows.
Nathan, amused, called out, "You can stop hiding. Come out."
The small creature skittered along the ceiling and sat on a wall-mounted light. Nathan gestured toward the room.
"You're free to roam now. Stay out of the sterile zone, though."
Little Spider-Man observed silently. Yana, wide-eyed, looked at it.
"Big brother, can it be my friend?"
"If it agrees, sure."
"Yay!"
Nathan focused on the surgery. The operation took two hours, during which his precise hands worked like a machine. He repaired the malformed heart valve, replaced compromised tissue, and neutralized the inflammation responsible for Yana's asthma.
Sweat beaded across his forehead—but he remained steady.
At last, he stepped back. "Done."
Yana blinked awake. Her face was no longer pale, her breathing smoother.
"Big brother... my chest doesn't feel tight anymore!"
"That's because you're healed," Nathan said, smiling.
"Really?! Then I can... I can dance and run and play!"
"You can do all of it."
Yana hugged him tightly, planting a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best big brother in the world!"
She looked toward Little Spider-Man again.
"Want to be friends now? My dad makes awesome pancakes."
The creature tilted its head but backed away nervously.
Nathan chuckled. "Give it time. It's just shy."
They went back upstairs.
Claude's jaw dropped when he saw his daughter skipping across the room with color in her cheeks.
"She's... she's cured?" he asked, voice cracking.
Nathan nodded. "Completely."
Claude hugged him. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. Just take her out and let her enjoy life."
Claude immediately whisked his daughter outside for their first-ever round of backyard games. Nathan stood at the window, watching them for a moment.
Then he turned and descended into his lab.
"Time to finish the shooter."
Within an hour, he completed all remaining components:
Submerging pulse valve
Gas pulse controller
Pressure regulators and air filters
Check valves and safety dampers
Finally, he assembled everything into a sleek black wrist-mounted shooter, like a steel bracelet.
It hummed with energy.
Nathan filled the container with compressed web fluid and activated the system.
WHOOSH!
A strand of white web shot upward and latched onto the ceiling.
Nathan gave it a firm tug—and was yanked into the air, sticking to the ceiling like a human fly.
He laughed. "It works!"
He shot another strand at the far wall, then a spiral net that expanded mid-flight and stuck to the floor.
"Now this... this is Spider-tech done right."
He tested variations—thicker strands for swinging, flexible ropes for grappling, and net blasts for subduing enemies.
Finally satisfied, he turned toward Little Spider-Man.
"Time for phase two. You're coming with me to Osborn."
The creature leapt onto his shoulder and tucked itself into his jacket pocket.
Nathan grabbed his usual disguise—fisherman's hat, sunglasses, hoodie—and left for Osborn Industries.
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At Osborn Corporation, Nathan strolled through the main hallways, heading toward the private labs.
Little Spider-Man peeked out of his pocket, curious about the buzzing lights and sterile corridors.
Suddenly, a lab door burst open.
"Boss! Boss! We cracked the healing formula!" shouted Kurt, the head researcher.
His booming voice startled Little Spider-Man.
In a split second, the tiny creature sparked with electric energy—ZAP!
It launched straight at Kurt, slamming into his chest with a lightning-infused body slam.
"AAAAHHH!" Kurt screamed as he flew back into a lab door, smoke rising from his lab coat.
Nathan stood frozen.
Then slowly, his expression twisted in disbelief.
"Did I just... create Pikachu?"
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