[ WP ] After Spiderman bursts onto the scene , people start to figure out that they can use any radioactive animal to obtain that animal 's powers

The market was an ordinary building from the outside. Mid 20th century, wooden doors and planked up windows, I guess 1940's Warsaw was a complicated place. Perhaps even more than what it is now. 
 
 After regulations were put in place, people started opting for masks, so we were effectively back to square 1, with the minor exceptions of there being significantly more heroes and Villains than in Spidey's days. that's not to say our lives have n't improved: Divers can now weld an oil rig leak in under three hours, with the benefit of gills, Cancer is pretty much gone, Pilots sleep for 18 hours a day but have heightened senses whenever the land / take off or an emergency presents itself. Stewardesses with wings are a phenomenal addition also ( of course, business class only ). 
 
 But some of us don ’ t pass the test. A minor blob in your Life History file and you'll never get an easy life, you have to go the old fashioned way, after all, there's a reason our leaders are bitten by both a working bee and a dolphin: smart and incredibly cooperative. I generally agreed with this, and have been an obedient sheep all my life, but the necessity I have right now demands some illegal maneuvers. 
 
 Walking into the polish market is like entering a fantasy world. Beautiful women with perfect hair and skin gained from the ability to shed their skin, people with wings plotting crimes, a Mafia boss with thick, bony hands, red like a crab's shell, a dark room where `` felines'' test their newfound vision and a kinky room that imprinted perhaps the most surprising, disgusting, but to be honest downright impressive images I've seen to date. 
 
 
 After several stages of bargaining, random searches, payments, and fistfights I find my way into the room where the man I'm looking for is. He calls himself Xenon, which I find Ironic because Xenon is n't radioactive, and he has the single combination I need. 
 
 Xenon is a tall and skinny Turkish man, with glowing skin. I would later find out that he was only brave enough to be bitten by a firefly, hence his glow. He has already been paid, but of course he wanted to negotiate a higher price. I came prepared, and after what seemed like the 10,000th round of bargaining, I paid my final dues. 
 
 He asked me again and again If that was what I wanted, stressing more and more the pain I would endure, but my mind was determined. He unlocked a small metal cabinet and pulled two transparent boxes, placing them in front of me: The first one contained a radioactive Black Mamba, the other a radioactive Black Widow. He then reached into his coat's pocked and procured a small vial with a yellowish liquid: The serum. It would help my cells fuse with the animal's. I asked him if he was planning to keep the animals, but surprisingly there were no other customers willing to take the risk. 
 
 What followed were the most painful hours any human can endure ( including Spidey himself ). I had hallucinations, my body accumulated so much fluids my skin expanded to twice its size and my mind experienced the worst hallucinations ever. I kept seeing snakes biting me, while Xenon's doctors kept trying to revive me, and through the slits that used to be my eyes I say him setting the animals on fire. Too much risk. I was tempted to give up, to die, but my final motive was clearer. 
 
 They say it took 5 days for me to wake up. It was a fancy hotel room in New York, where a small cage was placed by the TV. Inside, a small white mouse ready to verify if It had worked. I was alive, so at least partially. I checked myself in the mirror: the serum worked perfectly as intended; no visible scales, no fangs, x-rays in the bathroom showed no poisonous deposits and my skin tone was the same no-sunscreen white it had always been. A note warned me to monitor my vitals, and call some number if I noticed anything ( so they could come and kill me to hide the evidence ). All in all, a success. I picked up the mouse and placed my lips gently against its forehead. He was dead by the time He returned to the cage. It worked. I had become the most poisonous creature in the world. And like the most efficient predators, completely undetectable. The venom did n't match any of the cataloged at the lab I started working at 3 months ago. 
 
 I landed in Seattle and passed though airport security undetected. I entered the General hospital without any problems, wearing a white robe and it took me a minute to get to room 305. there she was, hooked up to a respirator and in the exact same shape she was 3 years ago, forever unable to heal, just for getting drunk all those ages ago. 
 
 `` I-Is it done?'' 
 `` It's done. It worked.'' 
 `` C-Can you do it now?'' 
 `` Are you ready?'' 
 
 She nodded and closed her eyes. I held her hand and kissed the love of my life one last time. 

