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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. CEMETERY - DUSK
A solitary figure stands before a tombstone adorned with
flowers and wreaths. The wind picks up, and as he turns away
from it we see that it's PETER PARKER.
He turns back to the tombstone, which reads:
Ben Parker
1957 - 2007
Beloved Husband, Uncle, Father
Peter glances up toward the sky, then back down.
PETER
So, you'd be happy to know I am
talking to Mary Jane again.
Peter appears uneasy, glancing around the cemetery.
PETER
Things aren't supposed to happen
like this. Bad things to good
people. And I'm trying, Uncle Ben,
I wish you were here to help me, to
tell me what I'm supposed to do.
He looks down at his at his hands, and we see that the bite
mark has all but disappeared.
PETER
And now this. I don't even know how
to explain it, but I'm different
now, and I know you'd say there's
nothing I could have done, but I
feel like I could have helped you.
That I could have stopped it.
(beat)
I'm trying to help people. I've
gone out a few nights, saved a
woman from being raped, a man from
being mugged. I'm trying.
Tears begin to well in his eyes.
PETER
I just wish it didn't take this to
wake me up.
Peter sits down to his haunches.
PETER
I'm losing everyone that I care
about, and I don't know why. Aunt
May says God has a plan... how does
a sixteen year-old losing two
fathers fit into his 'plan?'
(beat)
I know you wouldn't want me beating
myself up over this, but I know I
messed up. These last few years...
you tried so hard to help me, and I
just ignored you.
Peter stands and wipes the tears from his eyes.
PETER
I won't let you down again.
Peter turns slowly and walks away, the silhouette of the city
in front of him.
FADE TO:
ECU of A large monitor, on which we see the fight between MAC
GARGAN and a disguised Peter from the previous episode.
Peter is landing punches as the tape rapidly moves forward.
It stops as Gargan gets up and approaches Peter.
PAN OUT and we find ourselves in:
INT. SHIELD HQ - BRIEFING ROOM
NICK FURY sits facing the screen. The room is dim, yet we see
several AGENTS sitting along the sides of a rectangular
table, along with MAJOR TREST.
Fury begins the recording again, and watches as Gargan
approaches. Suddenly, he stops and falls to the ground, dead.
Fury rewinds it, and starts again.
CLOSE ON Fury's face. He seems to be very calm and collected,
yet with a hint of anger. He watches Gargan fall once again.
He repeats it again. Twice more.
Fury stops it finally on Peter, and stares for a moment.
FURY
Who the hell are you?
Fury is silent as he presses play again, and Peter quickly
jumps out of frame. He rewinds, then freezes it again.
FURY
Who the hell are you?
Fury turns and faces the others. He rests his elbows on the
table, and steeples his hands, looking directly ahead.
FURY
Options?
AGENT 1
We've been able to procure Gargan's
body. We should be able to
determine what caused his...
mutation soon.
FURY
And the other?
AGENT 2
There's no trace of him. Several
witnesses in the crowd reported
seeing him climb up the side of the
building. Then he disappeared.
FURY
Climbed the building?
Fury glares at him, making the AGENT looks down nervously.
AGENT #1
Sir, an investigation into...
FURY
(angry)
I want to know who he is now!
Washington wants to know who he is
yesterday! We don't have time for
an investigation!
Fury calms himself, looking around the table.
FURY
He already has a week on us.
The Agents nod, while Trest remains still.
AGENT 2
Sir, it's possible he worked for
Osborn as well.
TREST
Then why shoot Gargan?
AGENT 2
Failsafe?
Fury doesn't acknowledge either of them.
TREST
Too sloppy. This was an unknown.
Gargan seemed to think he was
Osborn's man, but I don't think so.
AGENT 1
If...
FURY
Dismissed. The Major and I need to
have a discussion.
The Agents nod and stand. They salute Fury, then exit.
FURY
Say it.
TREST
I think it's time Osborn found out
who's in charge.
FURY
My thoughts exactly. Have a chopper
prepped and ready in fifteen.
TREST
Should I tell him you're coming?
Fury stands and puts his coat on.
FURY
(faint smile)
Of course not.
Trest nods, salutes then leaves the room. Fury turns back to
the screen and pulls out a cigar. He lights it, then looks
back at the image of Peter on the screen.
FURY
You're mine.
Fury puts the cigar back in his mouth as we:
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM - MORNING
Peter lies in his bed, fast asleep as the sun pours into his
messy room. His alarm clock begins to buzz. He slowly wakes,
and slaps the clock, ending the buzzing.
INT. PARKER HOME - BATHROOM - MORNING
Peter steps out of the shower with the towel wrapped around
his waist. He stops in front of the mirror, looking at
himself, and his new and improved physique.
That, and several large bruises along his chest and arms from
the previous episode's fight.
PETER
Lots of change, Uncle Ben.
INT. PARKER HOME - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Peter is now fully dressed as he comes down the stairs with
his backpack. He looks around for:
PETER
Aunt May?
MAY (O.S.)
I'm in the kitchen, Peter!
Peter walks into the kitchen.
INT. PARKER HOME - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Peter walks in to find May completely dressed and ready for
the day. She is sitting at the table reading the paper.
PETER
Morning.
MAY
(smiles)
Morning, dear.
She kisses his cheek as Peter sits down opposite her.
PETER
What's that smell?
May drops the paper.
MAY
Oh...
(getting up)
I almost forgot, I was making
cinnamon rolls.
She walks to the oven and pulls them out. She grabs two
plates, and retrieves a gallon of milk from the fridge, then
returns to the table.
PETER
You're up early.
MAY
Couldn't sleep.
PETER
Again?
MAY
It's fine, Peter. I'm just a little
restless.
She sets a plate and glass in front of Peter, who is now
looking at a large pile of papers in front of her.
PETER
What's all this?
MAY
Paper work for your Uncle's
pension, insurance.
(sighs)
So much paper work.
Peter shoves a roll into his mouth.
PETER
Need some help?
MAY
I'm fine. OsCorp's been pretty
helpful in paying for a lot of
things. Mr. Osborn seems like a
very nice man, he even sent a card
expressing his condolences.
Peter rolls his eyes, finishes a roll, and licks his fingers.
PETER
I doubt he wrote it.
MAY
It's the thought that counts. I'm
sure he's a very busy man.
Peter quickly finishes his milk.
MAY
You know, Peter, your Uncle kept a
journal...
PETER
I never thought of him as the
writing type.
MAY
Oh, your Uncle used to be quite the
writer. I think you should take a
look at it. Might find something
there that will help you deal with
everything.
Peter looks up at the clock, stands up.
PETER
I'll check it out when I get home,
I gotta go.
Peter throws his backpack over his shoulder. May stands, and
hugs him tightly.
MAY
I love you, Peter.
PETER
I love you too.
She doesn't release.
PETER
Aunt May, I'm going to be late.
May releases.
MAY
Sorry. Go on.
Peter smiles and kisses her on the cheek, then bolts out the
door. May stands around for a second, then sits back down in
the chair, letting out a restless sigh.
EXT. OSCORP - NORMAN'S OFFICE - MORNING
Norman sits alone looking over some papers. He sighs loudly
and looks as he looks up at the clock. He shakes his head,
running his hands through his hair.
He looks like he hasn't slept in days.
He opens a desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of pills,
taking a handful with a quick swallow of water.
He stands, walks over to a mirror and checks himself, fixing
his tie, and straightening his hair. He exits.
INT. OSCORP - WAITING AREA - CONTINUOUS
On the other side, Norman is greeted by Nick Fury.
Fury is standing over his secretary, JEAN, a stogie in his
mouth, and a long black coat falling from his shoulders.
Norman stops dead in his tracks.
NORMAN
Can I help you?
Fury stands up straight, and looks him over for a second. He
pulls the cigar out, letting out a stream of smoke.
NORMAN
Who are you?
FURY
In your office.
NORMAN
I'm late for a meeting.
Norman tries to walk past, but Fury grabs him by the tie,
choking him. Norman sputters a bit as Fury drags him into...
INT. NORMAN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Norman staggers through the doors.
NORMAN
(choking)
Call security! Damnit, Jean!
FURY
Don't do that, Jean. Norman and I
need to have a little chat.
Fury turns, and begins to close the doors.
FURY
(smiles at Jean)
Hold his calls, please.
Fury closes them. He turns back to Norman, who is leaning
against a chair, trying to regain his breath.
NORMAN
Who the hell do you think you are?
FURY
I'm the man running this show now.
I'm your baby sitter.
NORMAN
What...
FURY
And I hate baby sitting.
NORMAN
What are you talking about?
Norman moves around his desk, takes a seat and reaches into a
drawer. Fury quickly produces a gun.
FURY
Keep your hands where I can see
them.
Norman produces another bottle of pills.
NORMAN
Headaches.
Fury holsters his gun, and takes a seat opposite Norman.
FURY
My name is Nick Fury. You will
refer to me as Colonel and nothing
else. I'm running this circus of
yours.
NORMAN
You replaced Trest?
FURY
Major Test works for me. Your
relationship with him will remain
what it's always been.
You will deal with him, and only
him about all matters concerning
Renaissance... unless I feel I need
to become involved.
(beat)
Like I am now.
NORMAN
Now let me explain...
Fury leans forward. He speaks very clearly.
FURY
If I ever see a screw up again like
the one last week, I will
personally come down here and make
things very unpleasant for you.
NORMAN
That was the first accident in
eight years!
FURY
And it will be the last.
Norman looks down for a moment, almost as if he's afraid of
Fury. He looks back up finally, a smug look on his face.
FURY
Am I understood?
Norman tries to eye Fury, but relents.
NORMAN
Yes.
FURY
Good.
Fury stands and straightens his coat.
FURY
I think we're going to have a very
healthy working relationship. You
keep Conners on a need to know
basis, and don't allow any more...
accidents, and you'll find I'm
actually a very pleasant person.
NORMAN
You should know... we never found
Gargan's body.
FURY
Don't concern yourself with that.
What you need to concentrate on is
a report on just what the hell
happened downstairs. Why he did
it... how he was able to.
NORMAN
That's going to be difficult
without his body to examine.
FURY
You'll manage. Apparently, this
project is farther along than
either of us realized. I want to
know details.
Norman remains silent.
FURY
I don't want to be back here.
Fury turns and exits, slamming the doors behind him. Norman
leans his head back and lets out a heavy sigh.
FADE TO:
EXT. QUEENS - STREET - MORNING
Peter is walking down the street alone. He's lost in thought,
and doesn't notice a RED JEEP CHEROKEE approaching.
Suddenly the HORN BLOWS.
Peter JUMPS. He turns and finds a laughing ROBBIE in the
driver's seat. Peter smiles as he walks around to the
passenger's side.
ROBBIE
I couldn't help it man.
PETER
I may be sixteen, but that doesn't
mean I'm immune to a heart attack.
ROBBIE
Hop in. I'll give you a ride.
Peter looks up the street.
PETER
It's not far, I can walk. Don't you
have class?
ROBBIE
Peter, I don't have class until
eleven thirty. I'm not out here for
my health.
PETER
Thanks.
He opens the door and gets in. Robbie floors it, and with the
sound of squealing rubber, they take off.
INT. ROBBIE'S JEEP - MOVING - MOMENTS LATER
Robbie is driving through traffic. Peter is quiet, once again
lost in thought. Robbie notices.
ROBBIE
You're awfully quiet today. How you
holding up?
PETER
Ok, I guess.
(changing the subject)
Did you ever go see Coach
Mansfield?
Robbie realizes what Peter's up to, but lets it pass.
ROBBIE
Yeah, turns out he wants me to
coach the defense. Can you believe
that? All this time I thought I was
done with football.
PETER
What about school - your
internship?
ROBBIE
I'm gonna give both a shot, I
guess. Tell you what though, I just
started and I'm already exhausted.
Peter isn't listening. He stares out the window blankly.
ROBBIE
Peter, what is it?
Peter looks back at him.
PETER
What? Oh, nothing.
ROBBIE
(not buying it)
Come on, I think I know you better
than that.
Peter looks at Robbie, considering his next move.
PETER
Remember the other day, when I said
there was something else?
ROBBIE
Yeah, what's up man?
PETER
What if I told you there was
something... different about me?
ROBBIE
Different?
Peter nods.
PETER
Different.
Off Robbie's baffled expression:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. WATSON HOME - MARY JANE'S ROOM - MORNING
MARY JANE is rushing around her cluttered room, gathering her
belongings. She grabs a small tin off of her dresser, reaches
in and frowns, pulling out a hand full of change.
MARY JANE
Broke already.
(yells)
Mom, Dad!
Mary Jane bolts out of her room.
INT. WATSON HOME - HALLWAY
Mary Jane hurries down the hall, but stops short of entering
the kitchen when she hears her parents voices - and their
topic of conversation.
CRAIG (O.S.)
(quietly)
We can't afford that! It's bad
enough we're so far behind on the
mortgage we have!
Mary Jane sighs - she's heard this before.
KATHERINE (O.S.)
We don't have any other options,
Craig. There's just not enough to
go around. It's this or
foreclosure.
Mary Jane's head snaps up - this she hasn't heard before.
CRAIG (O.S.)
I know, I know.
KATHERINE (O.S.)
How long can we keep this up? We're
going under, Craig. We can't keep
on going like this.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
CRAIG AND KATHERINE continue their discussion/argument.
CRAIG
Don't you think I know that? I'm
doing everything I can.
KATHERINE
Did you ever call S&R back?
CRAIG
We've been through this, I'm not
going to represent a company that's
responsible for hundreds of people
losing their homes.
KATHERINE
Well pretty soon we'll be the ones
losing our home. I hope you've
thought about that!
Katherine gets up, and storms out. Along the way she runs
into Mary Jane, who doesn't give away what she's heard.
KATHERINE
(fakes a smile)
Morning, honey.
Mary Jane puts on an equally fake smile.
MARY JANE
Morning.
(to Craig)
Morning, dad.
CRAIG
Morning, sweetheart. Got time for
breakfast?
Mary Jane shakes her head.
MARY JANE
Nope. I'm already late.
She doesn't wait for a response, and quickly exits.
EXT. QUEENS - STREET SIDE - MORNING
GWEN walks alone, wearing a pair of headphones.
UNKNOWN P.O.V.
Watching Gwen walk from behind.
BACK TO SCENE
A HAND grabs her shoulder from behind. She spins around with
her fist raised, but stops when she realizes it's:
An out of breath EDDIE.
GWEN
(removing headphones)
Jesus, Eddie, I almost clocked you!
EDDIE
I noticed.
Eddie bends over, bracing himself against a nearby tree,
trying to catch his breath.
GWEN
What are you doing?
EDDIE
Taking the long way to school. I've
been screaming your name for the
past five minutes. What are you
listening to?
GWEN
Five Iron Frenzy.
Eddie stares blankly.
EDDIE
Five Iron... that sounds like a
murder rap.
GWEN
I'll let you hear it sometime.
Might surprise you.
Eddie stands upright.
EDDIE
So... can I walk you to school?
Pretty girl like you shouldn't be
out here alone.
They start walking again.
GWEN
You're awfully sweet today.
EDDIE
Must be the Frosted Flakes.
GWEN
(laughs)
Nice, Eddie. You gonna offer to
carry my books too?
Eddie glances over at her rather large backpack.
EDDIE
You gonna offer to buy my casket?
Gwen laughs as they start walking together. Eddie yawns,
raising his arm, as if he's going to put it around her...
GWEN
Don't even think about it.
He stops, and they continue walking.
EXT. QUEENS - ALLEY - MORNING
Robbie has his Jeep pulled into the alley. Peter stands in
front of it, his gaze fixed on the brick wall in front of
him. Robbie hangs his head out the window.
ROBBIE
You're going to be late, man.
Peter closes his eyes, and moves to the wall. He takes a deep
breath, looks back at Robbie and grins.
He turns back to the wall, bringing his hand up slowly. He
brings up the other as well, and begins to climb.
Robbie's mouth drops as he stumbles out of the Jeep. He
catches himself, and moves around the open door, staring in
awe for a few moments before:
ROBBIE
How are you doing that?
PETER
(grins)
Magic.
Robbie steps back to take in the full scope of the wall.
ROBBIE
Is this some trick? I mean... it
has to be. Some kind of Criss Angel
deal or something, I mean...
Peter leaps down, directly in front of Robbie, who jumps
back. Peter shows him his empty hands.
PETER
All natural.
ROBBIE
Then how?
(beat, realizes)
Oh my God! Peter, are you a mutant?
PETER
No...
(beat)
This is something else.
Peter LEAPS into the air, at least ten feet, and once again
sticks to the wall. He looks down at Robbie with a smile.
Peter jumps from one side to the other, then back before
jumping down. He lands directly in front of Robbie.
ROBBIE
Peter... what's going on?
PETER
I honestly have no idea. I mean, I
kinda do, but... not really. On
that field trip - the one to
OsCorp. There was this spider,
and... it bit me.
Robbie raises an eyebrow.
ROBBIE
It bit you?
PETER
There was something weird going on
with it, though. It bit me, and I
got sick. Man, I was so sick,
Robbie, but then I woke up and...
well, you see.
ROBBIE
Wait... this is crazy. I mean...
(beat, realizes)
It was you, wasn't it? That guy
everyone's talking about. At
OsCorp. It was you...
Peter nods in confirmation.
ROBBIE
This isn't normal Pete. I mean...
are you feeling okay?
PETER
Yeah, I feel fine - better than
fine - great. Amazing. Spectacular.
(beat, low)
Physically, anyway.
ROBBIE
Pete, no. I know where you're
headed with this, and that's the
last thing you need right now.
PETER
Robbie, with all the things I can
do now, I could have helped...
ROBBIE
(interrupting)
You didn't know, Pete... there's no
way you could have. You could have
gotten yourself hurt - or worse.
There's no telling.
PETER
Maybe, but I can't stop thinking
about what might have happened if
I'd have been there.
ROBBIE
Pete, it's not your fault. You do
know that, right? I mean this is...
amazing, what you can do, but you
didn't know.
Peter shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.
PETER
I'm going to be late for school.
Robbie watches as Peter walks away, back toward the Jeep.
ROBBIE
School. Right.
Frustrated and concerned, Robbie walks to the jeep. He opens
the door, taking one final look up at the wall.
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