The Hadal Current [Dusk/Zenaki]

Jake yawned before entering the large building, his nerves on edge. Here he was, given a chance to intern at Dr. Connors own lab, it felt normal..... He scoffed under the hood of his jacket, this was a very abnormal thing to the ordinary person but to him it was the most normal thing in his life currently. He walked forward, having his heavy back pack shouldered as always, taking no chances, even here. He walked through the glass doors of the building and into a spacious lobby.

His free left hand came up to swipe back the brim of his hood and let it drape down onto his shoulders, his brown hair falling out a bit, looking like he merely dried it with a towel instead of brushing it like a normal human before leaving his apartment. He exhaled a breath that he was only vaguely aware he had been holding it before he walked up to the security booth and cleared his throat, "Uh.. Jake Powers for Dr Connors, Intern?" He asked more than stated before fuddling around with his wallet and pulling the pass out to show the man. The guard raised an eye brow and was just about to ask Jake to open his pack when a person in a white coat came through an elevator and walked up to the desk, "Dr Connors has given clearance for one Jacob Powers and One Peter Parker, they don't need to be checked." the person said before turning to Jake, "And which one are you?" She asked, her long brunette locks casting down her shoulder. Jake blinked before his inner ego came out, the ego he had developed during his time as Psi.

"Oh well Madame I would be Mr. Powers, but you my radiant angel may call me Jake, or whatever you wish." He said, a smile coming to his face. Not the cocky douche smile but one of sincerity, she was a beautiful woman and apparently she was smart, and smarts mixed with beauty are just so hard to find now a day's. "Well we will be waiting here until Mr. Parker arrives, I hope that doesn't sound too bad to you Mr. Powers." She said, adding emphasis to his name and deflating him just a bit on the inside before he shrugged, "Yeah works fine for me." He returned, still holding the smile, nothing could ruin his spirits today.

Peter stood in the threshold of the towering Oscorp building. It was earth shattering to imagine how tall the structure stood. It made the boy feel like an ant. If the building even swayed slightly in the wind, he felt it would step on him like a big shoe. The sun glistened off the tower like a grand totem erected for the gods themselves. The huge hexagon designs across the side of the structure made it look like some form of enhanced DNA.

He then wondered to himself why he had not entered yet. Pete shrugged off his feeling of awe and took quick steps through the revolving door. He pushed lightly, releasing himself from the circular prison. His footsteps echoed loudly off of the humongous interior of the main hall. The boy gripped his backpack as he stared upward with fascination. Screens displayed the greatest innovations of the Oscorp scientists. One in particular caught his attention with the use of spider silk for pulling jet liners. It was a very interesting concept with the strength of the material.

He would know that best after all.


Peter descended down the nice glass escalators down into the main waiting lobby. It really was an extravagant place. Everything was up to date and there was a sense of overwhelming pride being able to say Oscorp was in his city. The interior of the building was line with what to seemed perfectly carved marble form a first glance. It looked like he had walked into a scientist's dream. Then again, if there ever was a dream for the scientifically gifted, working at the Oscorp tower would be it hands down. Pete knew he felt awestruck by the place.

It felt.. strange for him to be striding those steps. There was an odd feeling of deja vu pumping in his veins. It had to have been the fact that his own father, to whom he barely knew, walked these very halls. Peter wouldn't be surprised to find that some of these successes that were being displayed on the numerous monitors were his. It was a feeling of emptiness and pride. He knew that Richard Parker would have been proud to see his son following in his foot steps.

I just wish you were here... Just look at me, I am you! I solved your silly algorithm that even your good buddy couldn't even figure out. I solved the greatest riddle and could very possibly save your best friend's arm; not to mention the millions of injured patients around the world! I am making a difference but you won't even be here to congratulate me... Wherever you are Dad, I am going to make a such an impact that even the darkest crevices of the world will be proud of me. Just you wait you-

“You must be Peter then correct?” a polite but stern voice cut off his thoughts.

”Wha?”

He turned to see a long haired brunette, pony tail neatly tucked behind her nice suit. A stingy look came over her as her face contorted in response to his dimwitted response.

”Peter? Parker? Connors's visitor?” She snipped as if Peter was some lost puppy. The kind hearted boy ignored the aggression at him, such was so in New York where it was every man for himself. Everyone tended to share this harsh attitude that got in the way of everything. Pete was going to be the game changer in the town that swallows people whole. His manners caught many off guard. And if only they knew about his other kind deeds, they'd be inspired. Hopefully.

”Oh..yes-yes, I'm Peter. I mean, I know I know that but obviously.. you didn't know that.. But now you do so it's-”

”Just take your pass and take the elevator on the far right down the hall to my left, Mr. Parker...,” the secretary snapped, finding his stumbling neither cute nor understandable. Peter only politely nodded as he was handed his badge. One last begrudging look was fired his direction as he passed the black tabletop desk towards the left hall of elevators.

Peter was resuming the art of observing his surroundings (a bad habit he developed after being in constant danger all the time), when it came to his attention that there was a man walked right beside him. It was as if the guy was making a cohesive attempt to mimic Peter in his path and motions. Pete lifted an eyebrow as he started at him. Sense was soon made when the boy discovered that their clearance badges were nearly identical(except for the names of course).

A coherent response was set in his mind, but all that came out was,

”Connors?” he spoke timidly, raising his badge that was snipped to his brown jacket.

Jake walked next to the new kid, a bit younger than himself but not by much. Maybe a year or two, two max. They entered the elevator, almost side by side, before the kid spoke up. Jake assumed he had taken so long to speak because he was gathering his wits from the cold snapping he had received from the beautiful, yet mean, woman in the white jacket. The thin auburn headed boy merely held up his intern badge and asked a name, Connors. Jake smiled and held his up, "No, Osborn, kidding yeah Connors. Relax man, we're going up to a good place that has a lot of dangerous things inside, shaky hands could end our adventure before it begins." he said, his mind telling him he should follow his own advice, he was scared shitless of what was in store for him. Would he be able to stack up against these other interns? Hell he had only met the Dr on mistake and managed to pull theories out of his ass and he knew that wouldn't help him. His love of Biology and anatomy needed to be fine tuned and then some if he even hoped to be the dumbest kid here.

He exhaled and brought his left hand up to shake the other kid's, "Name's Jake, Jake Powers. I'm new to the Big City and it looks like you're not having a good day, might as well go into this blood fest with at least one friend at my side." he said, a warm smile on his face, his right arm hefting his pack as he waited for the return on the shake and for the elevator to stop.

Peter let out a wide grin, not one of happiness, but one to shake the embarrassment of the man's teasing. His head immediately shot towards the floor as he began to make what seemed to be speech,

”Nah-nah, I'm not nervous.. I just-Never been up here before.. ,” the boy spoke, lifting his head and starting at the wall farthest from this new man. He held his wrist tightly with his hand, trying to seem at ease as possible. It wasn't really coming to Oscorp tower that made him nervous, nor was it the experiment about to take place. Peter just had never had a talent of talking to new people. Sure, when he was alone with Gwen, the boy would just never shut up. However, new people... intimidated him. There was this cold feeling of walking on egg shells, not sure of which conversational piece would be the right one to say to that particular person. Pete felt like he was being swept away by a flood each time he spoke to a new person, not sure of which way would be best to swim. Swim or not swim at all? Speak or do not speak? It was all a bit overwhelming. It was a lot easier to talk when no one knew who he was; like when he was out goofing off as his alter ego. People could only judge the mask; the image of Spider-Man. It was a different skin that he could deflect all fears with. He felt invincible with webs down his body. However, Peter Parker was name that he didn't want soiled or looked down upon. After all, he was the last lineage of that family. If Peter did not have any children, his proud name would die along with him. There was a lot of responsibility on Pete's shoulders.

Then again, how was that different from the rest of his life?

The only nervousness came from the man beside him. As for the glorious moment soon to happen, Pete's heart only held a joy married to its wife anxiousness. The boy was almost certain that his and his father's combined work could certainly replace Connors's arm. This was a stunning surprise considering how often the young student doubted himself. There was a serene euphoria as he rose in the elevator. This could be a day where Parker became a pivotal name in the science world once more!

This would in no way soil the Parker family name. No, this was the opposite. Glory and pride could be brought under his belt for co-inventing the world's greatest ailment, imperfection. This would be a extravagant day, where no man would any longer be frowned upon for needing a wheelchair ramp or a cane to see. After today, these men could live just like the rest of humanity. Wonderful thoughts like that were nice, but Peter had a deeper motive.

Peter hoped that his discovery would have such a crucial impact, that it would draw his mother and father from hiding.

Suddenly, a hand jolted Pete from his thoughts. He almost jumped at the flash of digits. The boy adjusted his father's glasses tentatively and shook the hand of the man known as Jake.

”Oh no-no, I..I'm not having a bad day!” Peter chuckled nervously, ”I'm just excited!”

The shining metal doors to the elevator parted on the upper floor, revealing several offices lined in glass walls. Peter stepped out, interested in his new surroundings for once. He simply could not wait to get to work!

”That way.” Pete pointed with new found confidence. He followed where he had pointed and walked down into the dimmed laboratory. The boy slid his back pack off and set it on the edge of the table. He quickly grabbed the coffee that was resting in his side pocket and rushed over to the geneticist at work.

”Good evening Dr. Connors! I figured I'd-uh , get you something for being so.. kind as to let me help you!”Pete scratched the back of his head with slight embarrassment.

When Connors spoke of what Jake would be overseeing his jaw almost hit the floor, he was watching a major project based merely on impressing the Doctor when they went out to coffee, the man said he saw potential in Jake, at least one of them did. He smiled when Connors finished speaking to him, if this man of amazing wit and intelligence saw something in Jake he wasn't going to doubt it.... or let him down.

He listened to the Doctor's instructions and quickly made his way to the back of the room, before turning to the right and looking at the mammoth generator before him. It looked fine at a quick glance but he listened for a moment and heard the groans from inside, he stepped closer to get a better sound, only to feel heat emitting from it, more than should be. He wanted to run back to Connors and tell him the thing was about to over heat but he knew the man was busy and he was given this task to make sure nothing bad happened. If you mess up on day one you better just not come back, he thought to himself before stepping closer to the generator, wishing Ki was here to cool this machine down with her power.

Then and idea hit him, his power. He had never used it in such a way as this but he gave off energy and he might be able to pump some into the machine to make up for the lack of power and to take some suffering off of the steel titan. "Just try not to fry it Jake..." he mumbled to himself before putting his left hand on the machine and popping out a quick jolt of purple energy, the area around him flashing violet for a split second, him keeping his hand on the machine and pumping more power into it, slowly. He felt like he was defusing a bomb and sweat was building on his brow, first thing first, the fans. He closed his eyes and thought of his energy running through the machine toward a series of metal and plastic cooling fans, once there he hit the conductors on them with his power and sped them up ten fold, he opened his eyes to feel a cool breeze coming out from the slits in the side of the machine. Good he didn't ruin that, now to add more wattage to it.

He wasn't good with machines so now he really had to think, the generator was in theory a battery and had to have a power cell, or an area that created the power. Maybe in the core of the steel block. Again he closed his eyes and pushed his energy out, pushing it toward what he hoped was the power cell before he poured his power in, slowly at first then rapidly, letting it become transformed and absorbed until he felt good about the output.

When that was done he opened his eyes and took a step back, the noise gone from the machine and the air crisp and cool around it. He put his hands on his hips and nodded before walking back out to Connors and Peter, standing a few feet away quietly, watching the hologram with pure amazement, we never had anything like this in Ohio.... he thought.

"Oh yes of course!" Peter nodded, bringing up the computer interphase. A cyberspace image of a tiny mouse came up and rotated slowly as the interface ran diagonostics to make sure the mouse process was without flaw before equation simulation began. Peter scratched his chin for a moment, awaiting the interface to finish it scans. Once it had finished, the boy reached out towards vibrant pink virtual touch pad. He tapped the interface and it let out a loud beep.

In the vibrant blue energy, came a box rimmed in cyan coloring. Peter looked to Connors with a determined smile, knowing that he was about to the change the world with the next few strokes of his hand. The boy gave a nervous nod then turned back to the bar, reading the 'Insert Algorhithm' above the bar. A white blinking dot away his command.

It made Pete pause for a moment. It tickled his brain the thought that a simple strokes of the finger could completely alter the fate of the world. Funny how all the little things in life cause the most impact on the world. One of the reasons for World World Two (out of the parethla of them) was an arguement over how many telegraph poles Gemany owed its war debt collectors. The smallest things can cause the most largest impacts. Peter smiled, knowing his impact would be the best the world had ever seen.



Pete reached out and typed his modified Decay Rate Algorhithm, the one he'd amassed from his father's data. He did so quickly and tentavely. His hazel eyes gazed at the equation for a moment, checking...double checking... and triple checking to make sure that every single number, variable, and symbol was in the right place. He did so for a few minutes, spotting a couple errors here and there. After the brief modification(only needed because he typed it too fast), he stepped back and tucked his arm around his side. The other hand came up to rest on his chin, observing his work.

Suddenly, a bright tone came ringing from Peter's left pocket. He looked down in confusion as the tone ended. He looked down with embarassment then back up to the good doctor with a sheepish smile.

"S-sorry sir.. It was.. probably Gwen cause-uh... things kinda-..yeah! Proceed!" Pete grinned as his cheeks turned a redder tone, thinking of the escalating relationship between them.