Oscorp had been under surveillance for months. Not by SHIELD. Not by Stark. But by someone far quieter and much more patient.
Sahil Hamato had been tracking every project under Norman Osborn's empire—from failed gene therapies to "cross-species" experiments—down to the most obscure archived patents. DETROIT, his internalized AI, was constantly scraping data, dissecting lab notes, and tracking employee patterns. But his attention had narrowed, recently, to Midtown High School.
Not for some overtly grand conspiracy.
But for a kid.
Peter Benjamin Parker. 15. Top of his class. Science prodigy. No parents, living with his aunt and uncle. Frequent Oscorp scholarship finalist. Highly curious, profoundly underestimated.
In short, perfect raw material.
Sahil didn't want to interfere with the spider bite. In fact, he was counting on it. He knew the odds. He tracked the breeding logs. He hacked Oscorp's internal event calendar. He even calculated the probability of that one bio-enhanced spider escaping containment during an upcoming open house tour.
The math was converging on destiny.
And Sahil wanted a front-row seat.
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The Day of the Oscorp Event
Sahil arrived not as a ghost, not as a spy—but as himself. Or rather, the version of himself that the world could now see: the teen CEO of Hamato LifeTech, whose appearance had aged up dramatically due to his bio-tech enhancements. Taller. Sharper. No longer childlike.
He was dressed in a sleek, matte-black suit that hugged his frame like it had been built for him—which it had. His every step, calculated. Every move, practiced to radiate exactly the kind of charisma that made people forget to question things.
He spotted Peter within minutes—awkward, bright-eyed, still human.
"Peter Parker," Sahil said, walking up with a warm but firm voice. "Hamato LifeTech has had its eye on you."
Peter blinked. "Uh… me?"
"Yeah. We keep track of exceptional talent in science. Your name keeps popping up." He offered a card. "I'm Sahil Hamato."
"The Sahil Hamato?" Peter asked, almost in disbelief. "You're, like… a legit prodigy. You built quantum prosthetics and living polymers before turning twelve."
"Wait… you're Sahil Hamato? But… you look like you're twenty! Aren't you supposed to be, like, my age?"
"I'm actually a couple years younger, let's just say science has been very good to me. If you want the real story… come work with me."
"You recruiting interns or future supervillains?"
"Depends on who's asking. But trust me, if you're chasing the truth—Hamato LifeTech is where your answers are."
As they talked, a shadow dropped from above.
The spider.
Sahil saw it in real time, nano-augmented vision tracking its descent. It landed on Peter's hand, paused, and bit.
Peter recoiled. "Ow!"
And just as Peter raised his hand to slap it, Sahil's hand shot forward with impossible speed, scooping the spider into a containment capsule made of nanite mesh.
"Got it," he said casually. "Genetically enhanced arachnid. Probably not something you want loose."
Peter was still staring at his hand. "What the hell was that?"
"It looked like one of Oscorp's experiments," Sahil said, pretending to inspect it. "You okay?"
Peter wobbled slightly.
"Come with me. Hamato LifeTech has a diagnostics suite in the van outside. We can run a scan. Free of charge."
Peter didn't resist. The dizziness had begun.
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Inside the Mobile Lab
Peter sat on a reclining chair, already feeling nauseous. The moment he relaxed, a subtle scentless mist filled the air.
Seconds later, he was unconscious.
Sahil activated his internal systems. "DETROIT, begin full-spectrum scanning. Trace all mutagenic markers."
A 3D hologram of Peter's internal biology unfurled before him. The spider DNA had already begun splicing with Peter's own—rewriting neural pathways, supercharging mitochondria, reinforcing muscle fibers.
He was becoming Spider-Man.
"Perfect," Sahil muttered.
He turned to the small capsule, now magnetically sealed. Inside, the spider was still alive—preserved, controlled, and monitored by DETROIT's subroutines.
Sahil carefully extracted the spider's DNA, running it through a mutagenic compatibility matrix cross-referenced with his own already-enhanced genome.
A green light pulsed.
He smiled.
Injecting himself with the synthesized sequence, he felt the familiar sting of his mutagen going to work. Unlike Peter, his body didn't spasm or collapse. It adapted. Absorbed. Rewrote.
Within moments, his nanites reported new parameters:
Proportionate strength and agility enhancement.
Pheromone sensitivity.
Dynamic climbing ability.
Augmented reflex indexing.
Passive tarsal adhesion simulation via dermal modulation.
In short: everything Peter would get—but cleaner, more controlled, and fused with the vast arsenal of Sahil's internal cybernetics.
He didn't just take what made Spider-Man special.
He perfected it.
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Later That Night
Peter awoke with a mild headache and a clean medical report beside him, courtesy of Hamato LifeTech.
"No anomalies detected," it read. "You're fine, Mr. Parker."
"Must've been the nerves," Sahil said with a grin. "But if anything changes—headaches, fever, anything—call the number on that card."
Peter nodded. "Thanks… Mr. Hamato."
"Just Sahil."
They parted ways, and Sahil watched him disappear into the city—a child on the edge of myth.
But Sahil didn't watch for long. DETROIT was already working on Phase II: applying the spider's DNA to programmable cell reconfiguration for tissue repair and multi-surface locomotion at a macrocyte level.
A gift, extracted from destiny.
Not stolen.
Optimized.
DETROIT Internal Report Summary
> Subject: SP-01 (Enhanced Arachnid) Status: DNA successfully extracted. Use Case: Integrated with internal mutagen for performance spike across all systems. Result: Regenerative muscle enhancement, neuromotor reflex acceleration, and wall-crawling adhesion enabled.
> Subject: Parker, Peter B. Status: Monitored. Transformation proceeding. Estimated Spider-Man manifestation within 24-72 hours.
> Action Taken: No interference. Let the legend grow.