Marvel: Symbiote Spider-Man

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The door to a warehouse was pulled open by a large man in a suit. He turned the lights on and spoke to the men behind him "Come on. The Big Man wants a word."

Two of them were of average height, while the third man looked like a giant. A quiet one. The man in the suit, Hammerhead, led them to a speaker placed in the middle of the room "Enforcers all present and accounted for, boss."

"Thank you, Hammerhead." The man behind the speaker spoke up "Gentlemen, I'll get right to the point. For the last four months, a pest has plagued our operations. At first, I could hardly credit the reports."

Hammerhead "Thought the boys were trying to stiff us. Had to get a little rough to make sure they was... sincere."

Big Man "Establishing patterns of movement took all summer. But last night we had confirmation. The Spider-Man is real."

The leader of the Enforcers, a man with a cowboy hat, Montana, or better known as Shocker in the future, took the files that Hammerhead handed to him "And you want the Enforcers to wrangle up this here spider?"

Big Man "No, Montana. I want you to squash it."

- (With Peter)

Peter swung from building to building, shooting one web after the other. It was more convenient than shooting a tendril of his own biomass then calling it back. Taking one sharp swing, he let go to shoot himself into the sky.

As he activated his Spider-Sense to the fullest, it's like the world froze for a moment and opened pathways for him. He could see where to shoot a web to reach where. He could see where to stick to, to then reach his destination.

Basically, much to his enjoyment, he had unlocked the function he loved so much from the good old Amazing Spider-Man games. And he had done it accidentally when he was just messing with his overpowered sixth sense.

Shooting two webs at the skyscraper he was swinging to, he pulled and shot himself to land smoothly on the railing of the private building's balcony. He stepped down from the railing and knocked on the glass door, making the man inside jolt in surprise.

Norman Osborn. Just because he was Peter's friend's dad or was a supervillain didn't mean he wasn't going to pay up after getting saved. He was willing to offer a discount for creating a situation where he could enjoy Gwen's THICK ass though.

Seeing who had suddenly appeared at his balcony, Osborn hung up the phone and unlocked the door. It was understandable that he had locked it after what had happened that afternoon.

"Spider-Man. A pleasure to see you again." He smiled like a professional, inviting him in "Come in, come in. Don't stand outside." Smiling under the mask, Peter welcomed himself in "Thanks, and sorry for dropping in uninvited."

Osborn closed the balcony door –but didn't lock it– and walked in "I would have appreciated it if you had made an appointment, but no need to bother with the details. We are both men with value to our time, after all. Take a seat."

They both sat in front of each other. Peter had to admit, his couches were good. Rich people shit. He had to look for some after getting enough money to spoil his hardworking aunt. Osborn pointed at the bottle of champagne on his glass table "Champagne?"

"Thanks, but no. I'm not exactly here to have fun and chat."

Osborn smiled "Is that so? Then I wonder why you've come to visit me."

Peter smiled back "You're a smart man, Mr Osborn. You should already know. I'm just here to get my paycheck for saving your life today."

"Hahahaha is that so?! Yes, you're right, I did already know. But let me ask you something beforehand. Didn't you do this for free before? You know, saving lives, stopping criminals. I thought you were a superhero out of the kindness of your heart."

"Yeah, I was. At first, helping people and saving lives felt nice. I had powers, so why shouldn't I use them for good. But you know what I found out after a while?"

"Hm?" Osborn hummed in interest.

"Spending most of my time as Spider-Man out of the goodness of my heart doesn't exactly pay the bills."

"Pfthahahaha! I see, I see!" Osborn laughed "Spider-Man, I'm beginning to like you."

"You like the fact that I'm charging you for saving your life when I did it for free before?"

"Of course. You know why?"

"Enlighten me."

"That's because it shows that you're smart. Reasonable. Logical. You're not some naive man child who thinks playing a hero will end up with everything alright. I did some research on you. People like you, they spend most of their time as their secret identity, going around and saving lives.

They devote their lives to saving lives. But they never stop to think about the life of the man behind the mask. What happens to your work? Your relationships? Your bills? Only rich people like Tony Stark, or people who the government looks after, such as Captain America, don't need to worry about such things.

But you? This just shows that you're different. You're smart and logical. Instead of completely devoting your life to being a wanna be saint who helps people just to get cussed at the morning after, or completely giving up on the chance to help people, you take it as an opportunity to benefit from it. That's why I said I like you."

'As expected of the Willem Dafoe version of Spider-Man. He's just dropping bars.'

"Heh, most people wouldn't like that though, even if they agreed with you."

"That's because most people just want slaves to help without asking for anything. The police stop crimes and get paid, why shouldn't superheroes who do the exact same but even better? Now, enough about my ideology. So, how much do I owe you for saving me from that lunatic?"

"Ehh, I don't charge much." Spider-Man waved dismissively "Just a thousand dollars will do. I don't suppose that's much for a billionaire such as you."

Osborn was silent for a moment, before speaking calmly "Spider-Man, it offends me how little you think my life is worth." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, signalling for an elderly man, his butler, to walk in with a briefcase in hand. A pretty high quality one at that. Rich people shit.

As he set it on the table and opened it for Peter, he was sure the golden light of the dollars stacked neatly blinded him for a moment. Osborn smirked "1 million dollars, hard cash. All yours to enjoy."

To say that Peter was shocked would be an understatement. He had never seen so much money in person. And he was tempted to just take it, to say the least. But with Osborn, things were never that simple. He wasn't a generous man, as far as he knew.

"...That's a lot more than the price I asked for."

"A lot more than the price you assumed my life was worth, yes."

"What's the catch?" He crossed his arms and legs "It's never that simple with rich people like you."

"Heh, smart. That's the mindset that can lead you to wealth and success. But no, this time, it really is that simple. Well, somewhat. In fact, in a way, it is to my benefit. Think about it. Just how much money would that lunatic ask for from a billionaire like me?

Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions? A few billion, or maybe even my entire wealth for the price of my life. Compared to that, just a messily 1 million is nothing."

"It makes sense when you put it that way. But no ulterior motives? Really? As if." He cocked an unbelieving eyebrow.

"Calling it an ulterior motive makes it sound bad. Let's just say I think establishing a good relationship with a man of your talents can be beneficial. To both of us."

They stared at each other for a moment, before Spider-Man finally smirked "You're a really smart man, Mr Osborn. Alright, I'll accept your gift. Thanks." He closed the briefcase and stood up with it in hand "Then I will be on my way. Thanks for having me."

"You don't want to stay for dinner?"

"Nah, I got crimes to stop, lives to save, money to earn. But thanks to you, I won't be worrying about money any time soon."

"You're welcome." He walked him to the balcony door before Spider-Man stopped and looked at him "You were really sure about me coming to get my money for saving you. Had that much money prepared and everything. Why? You said that you had done some research on me, so shouldn't you have known that I used to do this for free?"

"Yes, but you had done this for free for normal civilians, not billionaires. No offense, but it would be stupid of you to not ask for money from someone as rich as me. But I have to admit, I was surprised with how low you charged."

"Well, I'm not doing this entirely for money. You said it yourself. Getting money is just the cherry on top. But what would you have done if I didn't accept the money though? Said something like I stick to my low price or such. What then?"

"Then nothing. The choice was yours. You would take the amount of money you asked for and then you'd be on your way. And I would probably just give the money to my son to spend on his useless fun and parties. He has just come back from his trip, so it would be a nice gift."

"Huh, rich people shit indeed." Spider-Man shook his head in amusement before smirking "Alright, I'll be off for real then. And if your life is in danger, no need to worry. I'll be around at that time."

"Glad to see we've come to an understanding." Osborn patted his back with a smirk of his own "And I will pay you handsomely at that time. Take care on your way home."

Peter shot a web and swung away. Norman waved as he vanished behind the tall skyscrapers, before his smile turned malicious as he took out his phone, a map with Spider-Man's location on it "After all, I'll be paying you a visit there soon-"

But his eyes widened when his location vanished. After the shock, a smirk appeared 'He discovered the tracking device I placed on his back so quickly. I underestimated him. I suppose he isn't as much of a rookie as I thought he is.

Oh well, there will always be more chances to get my hands on him. And when that happens, I will finally be able to create the superhuman army I've desired.' He walked back into his house with a scheming smirk "Just you wait, Spider-Man."

"WHOOOHOO!!!' Spider-Man cheered loudly as he shot himself into the sky, hugging the briefcase tightly and kissing it like it was his precious baby as he free falled "Only one day into this and I've already solved all of my money problems! Hahahahaha!!"

He shot a web when he got way too close to the pavement. He had wrapped the briefcase in webs in fear of it opening suddenly. So he wasn't worried about how he was dancing and swinging around in excitement in the air.

'I wonder what I should buy first? Should I buy a car?! ...Nah, I already have a better method of transportation anyway. And I don't even have a driver's license. But I should buy one in the future. Spider-Man can get around like this, not Peter Parker. Then what? Should I set up a gaming setup? Ooh, I'm definitely doing that! But for now, I know just what to buy for my first paycheck.'

He smiled fondly as he set off to buy some flowers and chocolate. And to make a reservation at a high class restaurant for tomorrow night.