Hi people!
I decided to redo all chapters up until now.
There are no differences in the plot, just spelling and grammar and such.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot...
M a k i n g A D i f f e r e n c e
Prologue
For Peter Parker the day started out like every other one. He did not yet know how it would later turn out to be the very opposite.
That morning he had been awoken by the gruesome ringing of the evil invention called alarm clock though he would have rather had it did not. So still pinching his eyes closed in case there was even the smallest chance left of him being able to go back to bed Peter rolled over while pulling his beloved and not to mention warm comforter over his head.
"Peter, are you awake?", a voice sounded from downstairs. The grunt that came from the great lump on the bed was the only indication that the question was actually heard. That obviously did not satisfy Peter's Aunt May: "Peter! Get up right now or you'll be late for school!" then in a quieter tone one could hear her murmur: "I don't know what's going on with that boy lately... Always tired, always busy and recently always late, too... I just hope it's nothing bad..." And then Peter could not hear her any more though he was uncertain whether that was because she was out of earshot or because he tried so hard to blend her out.
With a sigh he finally gathered all strength and motivation to leave his haven known as bed and wander into the bathroom. Crossing the hallway the lovely smell of Aunt May's cooking reached his nose, brightening his mood a great deal.
A hot shower soothed sore muscles and helped relax, giving new energy to start the awaiting day. Most people around Peter might find it a little hard to belief him ever being confronted with strenuous work:
Peter Parker, also known as "Puny Parker" (curtsey of a Flash Thompson), was to be unfailingly described as a geek; a straight A-student with an uncanny passion for science and no resemblance to the guys on the football team. Though this might only be the case because said people had been around Peter almost every day since kindergarten and were quite obvious to the changes he went through. 'Yes, that's quite true.', Peter thought chuckling silently to himself, 'Some nice little changes indeed...'. For a little while he stood there under the beam of water, looking at his wet body defined by lean muscles one would expect an acrobat to have.
And he fell even deeper into his thoughts: The 'incident' which had lead up to those inconspicuous and not so ordinary changes. It had not been what one would call a common occurrence and it been just his luck that it had happened to him. It had happened on a school trip to a science exhibit which had been a dream come true for young Peter.
But then his lucky streak had ripped: Just on that day one of the spiders with the altered genetic code had managed to escape it's habitation. Of course Peter had found it – naturally after said mutated radioactive spider had bitten him. He had kept it secret, asked the Professor what would hypothetically happen if one were to be bitten but the answer did not satisfy him. Being a growing scientist himself Peter could have examined the spiders venom but sadly it had not survived a teenager's trampling after Peter had shook it of. So he had gone home not feeling all that bad until he had passed out just like that on his way.
'Yeah', Peter thought with a wide lopsided grin, 'and when I woke up I was Spider-Man; the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!' He snorted as he stepped out from under the spray of water and warped a towel around himself. Of course it had neither been that simple nor easy, but that did not matter any more. Now, now he was Spider-Man, known, admired, loved. Live was definitely better now. 'It could be even better if I finally got some of Aunt May's fantastic pancakes...!', was the only thought left in Peter's head as he raced downstairs still trying to pull his shirt over his head and being more then ready to fill his loudly protesting stomach with those heavenly pancakes...