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Chapter 1 – Day One
Scene 1 – Morning
[INT. QUEENS APARTMENT – KITCHEN – MORNING]
(The apartment is narrow and quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists early in the morning. Sunlight leaks through bent blinds, cutting thin lines across the kitchen table and the floor. A radio murmurs softly on the counter, traffic, weather, background noise no one is listening to.)
(PETER PARKER, fourteen, slim, shoulders slightly hunched, sits at the table. His backpack rests against a chair leg, half-zipped, papers sticking out unevenly. He stares at his phone. No notifications.)
(AUNT MAY moves at the stove, calm but tired. She slides a plate of toast toward him.)
May (gentle): “You’re gonna miss the bus.”
(Peter checks the time, stiffens.)
Peter: “I know. I just— I’m almost ready.”
(May watches him for a moment.)
May: “First full week.”
(Peter nods, unconvincingly.)
(He takes a bite of toast. Doesn’t taste it.)
May: “You still have that science thing today?”
Peter: “Field trip.”
May: “Try not to disappear, again.”
(Peter looks up.)
Peter: “...What?”
(May gives a small smile, covering herself.)
May: “I mean— try to enjoy it.”
(Peter nods, unsure.)
(The door opens. BEN PARKER steps in, jacket already on, keys in hand. He pauses when he sees Peter.)
Ben: “Morning, kid.”
Peter: “Morning.”
Ben: “Freshman year treating you okay?”
(Peter hesitates.)
Peter: “It’s... different from middle school.”
(Ben chuckles.)
Ben:“That makes sense.”
(Ben pours coffee, then leans against the counter.)
Ben: “Listen— you don’t have to be anything yet. You hear me?”
(Peter looks down at his hands.)
Peter: “Feels like I’m already getting left behind.”
(Ben sets the mug down, serious now.)
Ben: “You’re not.”
(A beat.)
(Ben checks his watch.)
Ben: “I gotta go. Call if you need anything.”
(Peter nods.)
(Ben rests a hand briefly on Peter’s shoulder, firm, grounding.)
Ben: “I mean it, Peter.”
(Ben leaves. The door closes. The apartment feels quieter.)
(Peter shoulders his backpack.)
May: “Be careful.”
Peter: “I will.”
(He doesn’t sound sure.)
(The door shuts.)
Scene 2 – Midtown High / Oscorp
[INT. MIDTOWN HIGH – HALLWAY – LATE MORNING]
(The hallway is chaos, lockers slamming, voices echoing, students cutting through each other.)
(Peter moves through it carefully, head down.)
(A taller student bumps him hard into a locker.)
Student: “Watch it.”
Peter: “Sorry.”
(The student keeps walking.)
(Peter exhales and keeps moving.)
[INT. SCIENCE CLASSROOM – MOMENTS LATER]
(Most seats are filled. The room hums with noise.)
(Peter slides into a seat near the back.)
(NED LEEDS drops into the chair beside him, same age, same grade, chewing on a granola bar.)
Ned: “Hey. You’re Parker, right?”
Peter: “Yeah.”
Ned: “Ned Leeds. You ready to get out of class?”
(Peter shrugs.)
Peter: “I guess.”
(Ned grins, already turning back to his phone.)
(This is not a deep friendship. Just proximity.)
(MR. CONNORS steps to the front. The room quiets.)
Connors: “Bags under your seats. This is a research facility, not a playground.”
(A few groans.)
(Connors’ eyes sweep the room. They pause briefly on Peter. A small nod.)
Connors: “Let’s move.”
[INT. OSCORP RESEARCH FACILITY – AFTERNOON]
(The lab is vast, with glass walls, white floors, and machines humming softly. Everything feels controlled, expensive.)
(Students spread out.)
(Peter’s attention sharpens despite himself. He studies equipment, labels, and screens.)
(Ned stands nearby, impressed but distracted.)
Ned: “Okay, yeah. This place is insane.”
(Peter doesn’t answer. He’s focused on a sealed container on a rolling cart nearby.)
(Red warning labels. The container vibrates faintly.)
(Peter slows. He leans slightly closer.)
(His stomach tightens, a quiet instinct telling him to step back.)
(He hesitates.)
(Someone bumps him from behind.)
(Peter stumbles.)
(The cart jolts.)
(Time stretches.)
(The lid snaps loose.)
(A spider drops, dark, twitching, faintly glowing under the lights.)
(It lands on Peter’s hand.)
(Peter freezes.)
(A sharp sting.)
Peter:“—!”
(He jerks back, slamming into a table. The spider vanishes beneath the equipment.)
Connors(sharp): “Parker!”
(Peter grips his wrist. Pain flares, deep and burning.)
Peter: “I—I’m okay.”
(Connors approaches, studying him.)
Connors: “Sit. Now.”
Connors: “You could’ve gotten hurt. What did I tell you before we entered the building?”
Peter: “Don’t touch stuff.”
Connors: “Exactly.”
(Connors sighs softly and puts his left hand on his face in disappointment)
Connors: “Just sit. We’ll finish the tour, and you don’t touch anything without permission. You’re already in trouble.”
(Peter sits. His breathing is uneven.)
(Connors turns around and walks away)
(The pain fades quicker than it should.)
(Peter stares at the bite mark. It’s already fading.)
(Ned leans in, quieter now.)
Ned: “You sure you’re good?”
Peter: “...Yeah.”
(He doesn’t believe it.)
(The lab hum resumes. No alarms. No reaction.)
(Peter swallows.)
(Something inside him feels wrong, or different.)
(The lights flicker once.)
(Peter looks up.)
(He doesn’t know it yet, but this moment will not leave him.)
