Chapter 1

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Extra note: I reposted this chapter to correct some grammatical errors.

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The teenager turned around and groaned into his pillow.

'Ugh. Uncle Ben bought this one on purpose.'

Stretching his arm, Peter brought his hand down on the clock.

Click.

THUD.

It fell down.

Sighing to himself Peter sat up and stretched his arms. He heard his back let out some cracks. 'Oh yeah that hit the spot.' He yawned.

Reaching down he made to pick up his hopefully not broken alarm clock.

The back hatch was open and there was a tiny dent near the back. Nothing was broken thankfully, the batteries just fell out.

Picking up the batteries, Peter put them back in. It still didn't work.

'Crap. I finally broke it.'

He opened the hatch again.

'I had put them in the wrong way. Huh clumsy me.' That's when he noticed something. His body was unusually responsive today. In fact he was brimming with energy.

His fingers felt lighter and more nimble. Everything just felt a lot easier. Even now hunched over his bed he felt no strain on his back. He felt graceful and well coordinated.

Getting off the bed Peter noticed that something was off. His perception had changed. Did he grow taller?

Walking towards the mirror, he was shocked. Peter's chest was wider and his shoulders were no longer rounded. The rest of his body was showing some degree of definition. Oh puberty, have you finally bestowed thy gracious self upon this poor peasant? Not that he was complaining. He was sick of looking like a stick.

That must be why he felt so sick yesterday. He was finally growing up.

Looking around his bed he found a glass of water on the table nearby.

'Aunt May must have brought it. She is too worried lately. Who can blame her though? She did lose her husband recently.

After soothing his throat , he searched for his clothes.

Picking up a towel and stripping off his pajamas, he went to take a shower.

'Since when do I wear pajamas to bed? I must have been really sick yesterday.'

Looking at himself in the mirror Peter tried to find any changes to his face. Nothing other than being a little thinner than before.

He would have loved to see uncle Ben's face. He would probably joke about my non existent love life. Now he has to pick up for his lack of participation. Aunt May was optimistic about paying the mortgage but he was still skeptical about it.

' Funny I never had to think about this kind of stuff before. Uncle Ben's pension will stop coming by any week now and unless I get a job, aunt may would be hard pressed to pay it off. '

'Oscorp seems like an interesting place, maybe he should try to get an internship there. But paid internships are rarer than vibranium . I'll probably have to find a part time job."

Wetting his brush Peter began his morning routine. Well it's not really a routine or anything but when you have done something thousands of times, your body tends to automatically do it while your mind goes wandering. A good example would be him wondering whether or not he will get a girlfriend this year. That's when it hit him. In one single moment, his entire being changed. It was to be expected though. Circumstances like these are as rare as they nineteen years worth of memory cramped into your head is quite the experience. It wasn't painful or anything. It sure as hell feels weird though.

Peter's memories were being assimilated into mine, or were my memories being assimilated into his? I was probably supposed to sleep through everything, so that when I woke up, it would be as me but with Peter's memories. I guess waking up a bit early somehow fumbled the process.

Looking up I saw myself on the mirror. Itwas weird as heck, yet it was familiar, somehow. I didn't know what to feel then, it's a lot to take in you know? I stared long and hard at my own reflection. Not bad. A seven out if ten. Maybe an eight if I lost that baby fat. Is this how the world will see me? I wonder what my mom would think. That's when another thing hit me. You know, the whole I can't go back realisation. But it hurt a lot more than I thought it would. I never stayed away from my parents for longer than a month and sudden changes like these give you epiphanies that make you appreciate what little you had. No matter what you may think, knowing that you will probably never see your family again is a hard blow to accept, or at least it was for me. But then this other part of me was showing memories of Uncle Ben and aunt may and confusing the heck out if me. It was frustratingng to say the least.

Tears began to drop. I rubbed the snot of my nose and looked back at the mirror. It will be strange to get used to this . I can't do anything else now, can I?

I could try to get the infinity gauntlet but that is a gamble. I will have to be extremely patient or extremely ruthless if I want to go down that path. And I am neither of those. Nevermind the compromised morals. That is something that I am not willing to do. Great, just great. I can't deal with this. I'll break down after I have my bath.

I wiped my eyes and got in the shower. The cold water was a welcome shock to my at least Peter had a respectable junk size.

May was making pancakes in the kitchen. I watched her for a moment. She looked pretty harmless. Peter has never heard her curse. I bet she was pretty wild in her younger days, most people were. Wonder if she will notice anything different about me. I am a bit taller after all. The clothes should cover my muscles too.

"Morning Peter, how are you feeling?'

Apparently no, and I Gotta get used to being called Peter. God it was weird. This woman is supposed to be a mother figure to me.

"Feeling alright aunt may, don't know what happened yesterday, I usually don't get sick like that." Yeah that was a normal peter answer. Don't let her get suspicious.

Oh yeah, yesterday was the day Spiderman was born. Yay. The school trip to Oscorp was really interesting. They had cool labs and stuff. Funny thing though I never noticed when the spider bit me. But I could barely walk straight when I came home.

In a way it's a good thing the spider bite event already happened. I probably would have used spider attracting cream or something crazy to make sure it bit me. Things always work out better when everything remains the same.

May had dark circles around her eyes. She must not have slept well. Probably checking on me during the night. Poor May. She just can't seem to catch a break.

"Well, I am glad to hear that Peter, Oh did you forget your glasses upstairs?" She asked when she caught a glance of me.

I knew I forgot eyesight is more than perfect now. Wearing them would impair my vision. But I am not going to lie to her. Let her believe it's a miracle of the lord or something. Couldn't she notice something else?

"I can see without them now. No idea why though."

May turned around and looked at me closely. Then she held up her fingers.

'Not this again.'

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Five, now its three, two, one, four."

"So you can see."

"Yup."

"I must say Peter You look even more dashing without your glasses."

I would recommend the Spiderman package to anyone but if she wants to believe its because of my glasses, then its fine with me.

Aunt may quietly sat down after putting the breakfast on the table.

I might as well stuff myself; Peter never cared much about his health. Something I'll have to change.

"You have quite the appetite today."

"The fever left me hungry, I suppose."

My body was undergoing rapid changes so it was to be expected. Currently it was screaming for healthy foods. The spider bite should have made me absolutely shredded. But I wasn't. Don't get me wrong. I still had the muscles but they were barely there. You can't make something from nothing. He was still lean despite growing bigger. I had to exert myself and get my blood pumping to really make my muscles show. Peter looked as if he went on a diet and started exercising. Not as if he was a Greek god incarnate. I will have to change that too I guess.

Breakfast was a slow affair. I wanted to ask her about our finances but, aunt may had always concealed such information from peter.

He was kind of clueless about it, as such he didn't often ask about these things. I didn't want to bring up the topic out of the blue so I informed her of my plans for the summer.

"I'll ask around the neighborhood dear, maybe someone will know of any job vacancies. How was your field trip though?"

Despite their reputation, Oscorp was doing some interesting research, I'll give them that, moreover they gave me spider powers so kudos to them. But they had a horrible employee turnover rate. Look at Dr. Otto for example.

"It was nice, but I wouldn't want to work there anytime soon."

We finished breakfast and went to wash the dishes. Whatever I'll say about Peter, inconsiderate he was not.

"I'll say Peter; you are almost as tall as Uncle Ben now". Aunt may says while looking up at me. Huh I guess that's true. I gained a few inches last night. Finally noticed it. Didn't you?

"I am a growing young man aunt may, what can I say?"

There was still half an hour left for the bus to come, I should have some free time. After helping aunt May with the dishes, I went upstairs to think a little.

Taking out an unused book I started writing.

Alright ladies and gentlemen. That's a wrap for today. Tell me what y'all think in the review section. And don't worry about the angst. It will come. I'll see ya sons of guns next time.