Peter was feeling lonely, sure he was surrounded by beautiful girls, who were more than willing to flirt with him almost every day. But he long ago manages to see through most of their true intention. What most of them were after, was the juice piece of riches and security he could offer them for life. His older brother's incredible reputation had cast, a long shadow even in his high school.

The teachers were willing to practically bend over backward for Peter, giving him a stage to present his own genius to the world. His brother's generous donation help as an extra incentive, one that even rivals that of Norman Osborn. He still felt bad for Harry, from a very young age, he had thought that they would remain friends for years to come. Sadly once they were in high school, Harry changes and not for the better.

For a time, he had been angry and felt betrayed by Harry's actions. After some time feeling lost and confused, he confided in his brother about his deteriorating relationship with Harry. His brother then told him that he shouldn't let his anger blind him, to what Harry was going through.

What he learned afterward shock him, finding out that Harry receives nothing but contempt, from his very own father, ever since the death of his mother. The fact that perhaps the only warmth he receives was from his butler. These things help put things into perspective, especially when Norman constantly compares Harry's level of intelligence to Peter.

Learning all this had mollified his sense of betrayal since he receives plenty of love from his own family. Instead, he extended an olive branch to Harry on more than one occasion. It was rocky at first, but eventually, Peter's goodwill reaches Harry. This peace offering had repaired some of the damage between them, it helps as well that Norman also push his son in spending more time with Peter in some twisted plan to get closer to his older brother company.

"Peter, are you back among us or are you still somewhere else?" Harry came up and gave a friendly pat on his shoulder.

A pretty brunette came up and push Harry away from Peter before snuggling herself into his side. "Back off Osborn, this place in mine today, right Peter." She looked up into Peter's eyes with a predatory gleam in her own.

Peter rolled his eyes not getting too affected by the brunette drama, even if he didn't push her away. "Rachel, remember what we talk about." He looked down with hard but gentle warmth light in his eyes, back into her own.

Rachel melted at this look from Peter, a blush made its way on her face, as she mumbles an apology. After Peter nodded and comforted her after making her promise to do better in the future. From his other side, another girl came and claim the other side murmuring that she also wanted to be comforted.

Harry stared with a grimace-filled face as a mixture of pity and jealousy toward Peter, as Peter then started hugging and whispering, sickly sweet honeyed words into the ears of a group of over twenty girls. Peter didn't have many guy friends, thanks in a big part to this unofficial harem. They would continuously follow him around, like if he was some sort of anime protagonist.

Peter had been truly confounded toward this positive reaction toward the opposite sex. All he had done, was simply copied his own brother dealing with women. Braden has a mystifying aura about him, he had this confidence about him that attracted the eyes of almost every woman. The more surprising part was that he seemed completely oblivious to it.

Then again, his brother had been narrowing his focus on other things for years, like raising him and making sure both Uncle Ben and Aunt May were looked after. Once the group of teen girls had been pampered enough, and a few had managed to solidify some of his time for a private date. Peter stumbles toward Harry exhausted, weakly smiling apologetically toward Harry.

Shaking his head Harry grin a little in glee seeing his friend in this state. "I never know if I should pity you or hate your guts from all this attention you get."

"Pity me, you poor fool! you know nothing of the terrors I've seen." Peter dramatically acted out like some veteran war hero, with a wise old expression full of one who had seen too much of life.

Harry snorted as he punches Peter in his arm. "Knock it off egg head. Are you excited about the tour, I manage to convince Norman in giving us VIP passes for just the two of us." He smiled at Peter as he saw his eyes light up like it was Christmas.

Peter soon had his arm over Harry's shoulder as he began to praise him for getting this special treatment. Harry just rolled his eyes but you couldn't help to notice the warm smile spreading on his face. As the class made their way into the Oscorp building. Harry and Peter were taken aside so that a special tour could begin.

A man soon followed them inside, he stayed away from everyone. Keeping pace with the group no one notices him as he was discreetly following Peter and Harry. Making a quick stop in the men's bathroom when Peter had his face glued to a certain display case. He soon came out dress as a security guard from Oscorp. His eyes discreetly brighten in a low purple flash for a few moments, when the two teens walk toward a section for genetic splicing with spiders.

"The core will be please." The man said in a whisper as he followed Peter. He grinned as he notices the escape of one genetically altered spider, as it slowly made it's way closer to the young teen. The spider's colour was blue with vivid red marking on its body, taking out a small plastic box he prepared in gathering the body of the spider after the bite. A small grin spread across his face in anticipation of this historic event. (Yes, he would be most, please.) He thought as he sent this info to a now awake core.

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SHIELD HQ in Arizona in an undisclosed location

A few individuals were rewatching security footage for the second time, it was playing at a slower speed to catch more details, about the mutant fighting several groups of SHIELD agents. Along with one special power group, that had actually been active for a year. The silence and mood of every one were heavy, all for a few various reasons.

Natalia was pistes, it took all her years in shelf discipline and training. For her not to go running out the doors, all so she could hunt down the bastards that had come up with this plan. This whole thing was one painful reminder of her days in the red room, a page from their tactics and manipulation methods. With her expert control, she was giving a cold death glare toward Fury.

Who for now, was doing his hell best in not letting the footage and Natalia's furious glare, hint at his drench back of cold sweat he had accumulated, from the first few minutes of this meeting. In fact, everyone else in the room. Was all in a silent agreement, in doing their damnedest in not attracting the wrath of the master spies sitting in spitting distance from them. Fury would have preferred in avoiding having her in the room, but sadly he needed her input on the matter.

Moments after the footage ended, the heavy mood was ever-present in the room. Everyone was silent as if they all were playing an interesting game of chicken, the first person to speak would no doubt attract the full attention of an angry master spy. Clearing his throat, Clint bit the bullets hoping that his position in the matter would have him avoid the brunt of the storm.

"Sooooo, he's definitely gotten much better." Clint stops going further as he felt the she-demon laser focus on him. Coughing discreetly, he mumbles that he was done. Before escaping into his mind visiting happier memory of time spent with his family.

Fury figured he might as well take it head-on. "You're all here since I need to get your opinions on this incident."

"You mean the incident you allowed to play out to such a fuck up." Natalia narrowed on this in a clip cold tone. Her honeyed musical voice thick with venom, it sent a shiver down everyone else spine.

"Looked, you know I didn't get to chooses how things played out on this matter. Agent Parker with his history was too much of a temptation for the counsel. Especially considering all he's been holding back in that head of his." Fury sat straight in his chair refusing to continues letting himself be passive in this tense atmosphere. Hell, he was the boss, so he couldn't back down no matter how uncomfortable it would be for the next few moments.

Natalia clenches her teeth, holding herself back from a few choices words. She wasn't stupid, no matter how angry she was, she could plainly see how Fury wasn't exactly jumping in joy at the results of this whole thing. "Then why the fuck did things go so far." She manages to keep her tone cold but relatively neutral, nothing but the coldness in her gaze gave away how she truly felt.

Fury sighed, as he ran a hand over his bald head. Looking back in her eyes, he figures giving in a little would go a long way in making sure the black widow, didn't get it in her head to do some private sleuthing of her own. "The serums, that what they are after. He has in his head the keys to the golden goose, the possibility of a functioning super-soldier serum. That is why they were pushing him to the extreme."

Collective gasps around the room then it went quiet. "Wait? Isn't he a mutant? I thought he was a late bloomer?" Clint's voice echoed in the silence once Fury's words hit them all with what it could mean for the world's future.

"This could change everything." Coulson's voice was visibly shaking, was it out of excitement or fear was only know to him.

With a maniacal grin, John Allen Adams restrained himself from rushing out the doors, in seeking to talk to this unexpected new young player in the grand spy game. Clearing his throat he recomposes himself. "Well hot damn, that is definitely going to rub some people in their sore wounds all around. what the play for this new agent?"

"That what this is about, one order is crystal clear from those from up high. We need to get that key from him by any means possible." As soon as Fury spoke.

Natalia stood up in anger. Slamming her hands on the conference table. "No, I won't stand for it."

Clint looked over. "Nat." his voice was calm and soothing. Just saying her name had plenty of layers in it.

Natalia looked into Clint's eyes as they communicated in silence for a few seconds, after taking a deep breath she sat back down a little calmer, but it was clear to all that this revelation still shook her.

"Look, that why you're all here. I'm looking for an option in getting agent Braden on board, or else I'll have no choices but to use more aggressive tactics. All under orders of course, from the counsel that are more than willing, in going over my head to get what he has in his. So options people, after watching this footage I would rather avoid creating an enemy out of him." Fury took command of the meeting. He hopes to find an alternative path then what the counsel had initiatively order a few hours prior. He manages to buy himself a few days by trying other methods than locking Braden in a cage and forcing it out of him.

"Let me talk to the kid, I think I could turn him in the right direction. Give me a few hours a box of donuts and two cups of hot coffee and I should be able to make him see his best bet is cooperation." John said as he lazily laid back in his chair spinning from side to side in a relaxed motion.

The tense atmosphere broke as everyone looked over at the master interrogator/trainer and spy's whisperer. What John Allen could do in a room with someone hostile in a few hours was almost magic. He didn't just get info out of the enemy by the end of it, he became the suspect's best friend and holder of his most intimate secrets.

Natalia had always felt a certain suspicion on agent John Allen, but she had nothing on him except a gut feeling. Besides, he actually might be Braden's best bet in preventing him from getting lock in a tinny room, until they forcefully extracted everything from him.

The meeting continued for another hour. It mostly revolves around the possible future training regiment for Braden, it remained vague since Braden had to first accept the no doubt bias situation. It turns to possible future use of him as an asset, as well as the possible massive power boost the serums in his head would invite world wide. As well as the pros and cons from inside and outside powers, once this will inevitably end up leaking.

None were under any false impression on the discretion, of the bureaucratic clusterfuck this situation would bring. Discussion on the step in preventing short term leaks, and the eventual damage control measure they would need to take. As well as the possibility of Braden's refusal, and the step they would be forced to take if he was foolish enough to make such a suicidal choice.

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SHIELD HQ in a high-security cell

When I firsts open my eyes looking around in the cell. I was quite please with my performance, checking with my senses if anyone was around. I got up and walk around in the small space, making my way discreetly toward the air vents. Leaning my back on the wall, I first laid back my head as I slowly turn my head sideways.

I could hear the subtle metallic taps coming closer, waiting patiently I waited for the delicate gentle jabbing. I ease up the morph on the side of my face, which was facing away from the camera in each corner of the room, as well as from the massive view from the unbreakable glass wall, it acted as the door to my cell. Using my tentacle I manipulated the small earpiece without using my hands.

After morphing my face back, I gave a silent telepathic command to my robotic spy spider. Receiving a confirmation, it then made its way back to what it was previously doing. I grinned at the thought that even at a distance, my link with my three other copies, they continued in the progress of diverse projects. One being is this little beauty, in my ear.

"Hello, Sam how's it looking?" I called out to the basic bare bone IA programme, which was still a long way away from even coming close to Tony's Jarvis.

"Good afternoon sir, I have now access to up to 53% of SHIELD basic data. Any further entry into their system is ill-advised, I lack the computing power in remaining undetected."

Cliquing my tongue in dissatisfaction, I was disappointed but then again I now had a peek inside the operation of the day-to-day. "Access my file, see what is in store for me." I walk back to my bare bed and laid on it. I hope to get a better read on my situation before, someone came and paid me a visit.

As I waited for Sam to do his thing, I receive a telepathic message from one of my copies. Learning that Peter just had gotten bitten and that I now had that very same spider capture. Well, that just put me in a good mood, I was still concerned that Peter path may clash with my own. I knew I wasn't heroes material, I had too much of a dispassionate view of the world.

After the event with my parents, I could no longer stomach the idea, of sparing the life of anyone that actively tried to kill me or my own. I made a choice after that night, I would walk in the dark dirty shadows of this world, doing what must be done in order to keep my family safe.

Even if one day, I had to fight my own little bro so that I could keep his hands clean, no need to have him carry that burden. I was okay with that, I am the older brother, it's my job to protect Peter from the nasty business end of some of his choice as a hero.

As I laid relaxing on my bed Sam alerted me that he had completed the task. Well, let me see what they have planned for me. As I listened to Sam report as he dictated the info in my ear. I jump up from my bed once I got to the part of the serum. ("Well shit looks like I have to give them the X human serum. Luckily it seems no one has found it yet, at least if they question me I can just point them to the bread crumb I left years ago.")

Well, most of my plan worked, just didn't expect them to peek into some of my secrets. Then again this was SHIELD, I was kind of surprise that some of my trails have remained cold for so long. Sucks for them, since I can give them a watered-down version of Captain America serum. This is definitely a win for me, got to remember not to give in too early, just long enough so that it will look good in their eyes.