THWIP!
This was the sound that omitted from our young hero's newly designed web shooters. "Now with these gadgets, the crowd'll really be amazed!"
Peter Parker awoke one normal day, expecting to simply go to school and head to a science exhibit afterwards. Little did he know that, on this fateful day, his life would be forever changed and the persona of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' would be born! And, with this insight provided, we return to our young hero, who has just finished with a revolutionary invention that will be at the center of Spider-Man's life!
Whooping, Peter made a fist and threw it up in the air… along with the webbing that he himself designed. The webbing had flown from his new web shooters and been sprayed on the wall in the same arch that his hand had taken course. Well, Peter thought admiring the mess, maybe there are a few flaws with these things. And so, like any great genius, he returned to his tinkering.
REET REET REET!
Peter groaned and lifted his head up from his desk where a small pile of drool had assembled. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 7:00. Crap, Peter thought, school starts in 25 minutes! Throwing open his bedroom door, he dashed down the hallway to the bathroom. "Peter?", his doting Aunt May called from below. "Is that you? I thought you had left for school already." "Yeah it's me Aunt May, I sorta overslept", Peter replied back with a mouth full of toothpaste. "I'm leaving right now." Peter ran back to his room, went to his closet and grabbed the nearest pair of pants and t shirt. In his haste to put on his t-shirt, he failed to acknowledge the stool that stood in his path. Smashing his foot against it, he stumbled backwards and instinctively stuck out his hand- which, just so happened to land on the trigger of his web shooter that was aimed at his backpack. Peter gasped aloud realizing that the stream of web fluid would take about an hour to dissolve from his backpack.
However, all his late night tinkering had provided him with perfect results. After last night's mess of webbing on the wall, Peter improvised upon the web shooters so that they needed a quick double tap rather than a single tap. Picking up the web shooter he quickly aimed it at the wastepaper bin and performed the new motion resulting in a stream of web fluid to be issued from the nozzle. Grinning at his own ingenuity, Peter turned over the web shooter and immediately began to think of the different types of web fluid he could create. Why, the possibilities were endless! There could be a corrosive fluid, a fluid that acted as a sort of cement paste, heck, there could even be fireproof webbing! If the Human Torch of the Fantastic Four ever decided to make a guest appearance on the show, well, Spider-Man would surely put on a good show and maybe de-inflate the head of the team's youngest member. While Peter was imagining the scenarios in which he would be able to implement these new types of webbings, precious minutes had gone by.
Frustrated that her normally able and studious nephew was taking his sweet time, Mrs. May Parker stomped up to his bedroom door, paused praying that her nephew wasn't doing anything he shouldn't be, grabbed the door knob and threw the door open. "Mr. Peter Par-". Opening her eyes she realized that her nephews room was completely devoid of him and his school things. "Ben", she called to her husband, "Did you see Peter leave the house?"
"Yeah, I think I saw him dashing out and eating the rest of the wheatcakes" Ben replied.
Hmph, May Parker thought, maybe I should give him more credit. She turned around and closed the bedroom door.
Meanwhile, on the ceiling of Peter Parker's room was Peter Parker himself, attached to the ceiling with a foot that had no sock on it. He breathed a sigh of relief; his Uncle Ben had covered for him. Remembering to thank him later, Peter silently leapt to the floor and put on his last sock. Creeping to his bedroom door, he cracked it open a smidge and heard his aunt saying goodbye to his uncle. Allowing himself another sigh of relief, Peter turned around and looked at his bedside alarm clock. Heart skipping a beat he realized it was now 7:12. He had 13 minutes to arrive on time and, as someone with a perfect attendance record, being late was definitely not an option. Thinking fast, Peter acknowledged that he could never make it on time to school if he ran the whole way. Suddenly, something caught his eye. Shining on his desk were brand new web shooters! Doing quick calculations in his head, Peter estimated that by traversing along roof tops and utilizing the web shooters, he could make it to school before the bell rang for first period! Quickly stuffing his Spider-Man suit and his web shooters into his bag he dashed downstairs.
"Thanks for the save Uncle Ben."
Peter's uncle simply chuckled, "You're lucky May went to go have breakfast with the gals down at Flo's Diner."
Laughing himself now Peter made for the door but stopped when his uncle grabbed his wrist.
"Petey I need you to do me a favor."
"Yeah, of course Uncle Ben. You just saved my hide from Aunt May. What's up?"
"Well, today marks the anniversary of when I asked your Aunt to marry me. So, in order to make it special, I ordered a small batch of her favorite fruit cupcakes from Molly's Cupcakes. Do you remember that one?"
"Yeah, that's the one near NYU right?"
"Exactly. If you could just do me the favor of swinging by", Peter smirked at these words, "And just pick them up for me that'd be great Petey."
"Of course Uncle Ben, anything for you guys."
"Thanks Pete, you really are the best". Reaching into his back pocket, Ben Parker was beginning to pull out some cash before Peter stopped him.
"Don't worry about it Uncle Ben, I'll cover it."
"Are you sure Peter? I don't want you spend your money on some pastries."
"Are you kidding Uncle Ben?! For you and Aunt May I'd do anything."
"Thanks kiddo." Turning around in his seat, Ben looked at the clock and exclaimed aloud. "Peter, you better get out of here! School starts in 8 minutes!"
"Shoot!", Peter yelped.
Giving his uncle a quick hug, he dashed out the door and ran around the corner. Finding a nice niche in between 2 houses Peter reached into his bag and pulled out his mask and web shooters. No time to put on the whole suit Peter thought. Looking behind him to make sure no one was watching, Peter made one great leap and had landed on the roof of one of the houses. Pulling on his mask and locking the web shooters around his wrists, Peter took a great, deep breath. Here goes nothing, he thought. He ran to the edge of the roof and jumped to the next one and the next. Bouncing rhythmically across the roofs of the houses, he quickly arrived at an intersection. Stopping on the edge of the house, he shot a quick web line across the street. It snagged onto a billboard that stood on top of a building that housed multiple apartments and a deli. I hope this works Peter thought before lifting a foot off the roof and pulling with his right arm.
The effect was that he quickly zipped over the billboard, the wind pressing across his mask. Mouth slightly dry, Peter quickly shot another web line to a nearby building and began to descend in a downward arc. At the top of the arc he quickly let go and shot out another web line. Ya know, the youth thought, if this is what swinging is like I can see why Tarzan enjoyed it so much. Shooting a web line to the top of a building, he again pulled with his arm and flipped over the edge of it. Grinning underneath the mask, he could see Midtown High School in the distance. Realizing he was going to make it on time, Peter cleared the rooftop and gave another great leap. "WHOOOO" he exclaimed as he soared through the air. Shooting webline after webline, Peter soon made it to the rooftop of his school in no time. Stowing his mask and web shooters into his bag once more, Peter checked that no one was watching from the front lawn and leapt in front of the main entrance. Running down the hallway, Peter soon wrenched open the door to his english class and took the nearest seat. Just as he sat down the bell rang.
"Another incident like this Mr. Parker and I could mark you tardy" said the strict english professor Mrs. Duvhal. "Sorry", Peter replied grinning, "I was testing something out."
