(Three days later)

Y/N's P.O.V

It's been three days since I learnt about Dr. Connors.

After learning he's working at Oscorp I tried to pay a visit to him there, but they wouldn't let me in to see him.

He and I did catch a glimpse of each other, but that's it.

So, today I'm gonna visit him at his home.

School has just finished, so I'm getting ready to leave.

???: Hey, Y/N.

I look back to see Tory, my current crush.

Y/N: Hey, Tory.

Tory: Take a look at this.

She hands me her paper and it's her physics test and she got a B+.

Y/N: You got a B. That's great.

She smiles.

Tory: Thanks to you. You're a great tutor, Y/N. Thank you so much.

Y/N: You're welcome.

Tory: Hey, so do you maybe wanna hang out tonight? Just us.

Y/N: Uh, yeah. Well, I'd love to, but I've got somewhere to be. I'm sorry.

Tory: Oh, don't worry. It's okay. Maybe another time.

I smile.

Y/N: Definitely. Well, I better go. See ya.

Tory: Bye.

I run off and go out the front of the school.

I rush up to the fence and jump over it.

(A/N: Just imagine it's Y/N.)

I then leave the school to go and see Dr. Connors.

(One hour later)

I've just made it to Dr. Connors house.

I ring the doorbell and a moment later the door opens.

I see Dr. Connors in his wheelchair.

Curt: Hello.

Y/N: Hi, Dr. Connors. My name is...

Curt: You were the boy trying to meet with me at Oscorp the other day.

Y/N: Yeah, that's right.

Curt: Look, I'm sure you're a good young man, but this is my home. If you'd like to make an appointment with my assistant...

Y/N: I'm Peter Parker's son.

His eyes widen.

Curt: Y/N?

I nod.

(Ten minutes later)

Dr. Connors and I are now in the kitchen.

He pours me a drink.

Curt: I'm afraid I can't help you much, Y/N. I don't know why they left or where they were going.

He accidentally knocks the glass off the table, but I quickly catch it.

Curt: Good reflexes.

Y/N: Thanks. Here.

I hand him his drink.

Curt: Thank you.

Y/N: I read your book and it was something. You really think it's possible? Cross-Species Genetics?

Curt: Of course. For years your father and I were mocked for our theories. They called us mad scientists. We wanted to change the lives of millions, including my own. Then it was over.

Y/N: But then my dad left, right?

He nods.

Curt: Yes. He was gone, took his research with him. And I... I was so angry. So, I stayed away from you and your new family. And for that I'm truly sorry.

Y/N: Say... say it worked. Say hypothetically you got it to work, how much of the foreign species would take over? What could the side effects be?

He sighs.

Curt: It's hard to say considering no subject survived. The problem was always...

Y/N: The Decay Rate Algorithm?

Curt: Yes.

Y/N: Right.

I go over to the table.

Y/N: Can I?

Curt: Of course.

I sit down and use the pencil and pad to write down the algorithm my dad created.

Dr. Connors comes over and I show it to him.

He looks it before looking at me.

Curt: Facanating. How did you come up with this?

Y/N: I didn't. It was my father. I found this in some of his old stuff he left with my adopted parents.

Curt: I see. Y/N, would you like to come to Oscorp and work on this with me? I'd like you help on finishing what your father and I started.

Y/N: Yeah, definitely.

He smiles.

I'm gonna help Dr. Connors change the world for the better.

I owe it to my dad to help him.

(Two days later) 

For the past two days Dr. Connors and I have been working to get the algorithm ready.

I walk into the lab to see Dr. Connors.

Y/N: Dr. Connors.

He turns to face me and smiles.

Curt: Ah, Y/N. Good to see you.

I walk over to him and we shake hands.

Y/N: So, today is the day, huh?

Curt: Yes. Today we run the simulation test. And assuming it works, we can test it.

Y/N: Great.

After that we go into the next room.

Dr. Connors brings up a hologram of a lizard.

Curt: As you can tell, this is a hologram of a lizard. Now, these wonderful creatures are able to grow entire limbs at will and heal incredibly quickly. You can see my envy.

Y/N: I do. If we can isolate the lizard DNA we can use the Decay Rate Algorithm to help the mouse regrow his limb.

Curt: We'll do it.

He and I work at the computers and after a few minutes we have the simulation ready.

Y/N: Okay, it's ready. Cross your fingers, Doc.

I imput the everything that's needed.

The simulation starts running.

Computer: Running Decay Rate Algorithm. Pending. Pending... failed. Subject deceased.

The mouse dies in the simulation a few times.

Dr. Connors turns away in his chair.

Computer: Pending... test complete.

Y/N: Doc, it worked. Look.

He turns back and sees it.

He then smiles.

Curt: It worked. I can't believe it.

He looks at me and puts his hand on my arm.

Curt: Thank you, Y/N.

I nod.

Y/N: It wasn't just me, Doc. We did it together.

(Five minutes later)

Dr. Connors and I are now testing it on the real mouse.

He puts the serum into the injector, while I hold the mouse in my hands.

I kneel down so he can inject the serum into the mouse.

Y/N: Hey, buddy. It'll be okay.

Curt: Okay, careful now. Don't wanna prick you by mistake. Human trials aren't until next week.

He injects the serum into the mouse and I put him back in his cage.

I can't believe the algorithm worked.

I sigh.

Y/N: So, what do we do now?

Curt: We wait. And once we know if it worked, we'll start human trails. I'd like you to be there for that as well, Y/N.

I smile.

Y/N: Really?

Curt: Of course. I wouldn't have been able to crack it if it wasn't for you, son.

I nod.

Y/N: I'll be here, Doc. Don't worry.

He smiles.

Curt: Thank you, Y/N. For all your help.

He and I shake hands.

Y/N: Anytime, Dr. Connors.

Curt: Now, you should get home. You've earned the rest.

I nod.

Y/N: Got it. See ya soon, boss.

I then leave the lab and head home.