There was no denying what was happening. At least not for him. He had done it so many times before. And now he was hiding from his home in order to do so. He felt dirty. Like a criminal.
But they couldn't know. They shouldn't know. Would they fear him? Would he be studied? Would he be locked up? Would he truly be the menace that Jameson claims he is?
Opening his mouth slowly, Peter places a small glass bottle to the roof of his mouth, just behind his teeth. He sighs in relief as the bottle fills with a clear, pale blue liquid. The liquid drips in as Peter feels his body relax.
Once the liquid stops dripping into the bottle, he pulls it out and stares. It's unearthy an inhuman. It glistens softly from the street stoplight. Regretting the little bottle, he pockets it, planning to dispose of the offending liquid in a fire.
It would be noticeable in the flame only for a minute. A dance of reds and greens clashing horribly with one another until the green died out trace of acidity in the air, being the only tale tell sign of what was burned.
But that would have to wait. Fury wanted to meet with the team. No doubt he'd need to release some tension afterward with his teammates always giving him stress. As if life wasn't complicated enought being a teenaged webslinging hero. He now had some less savory aspects of being gifted arachnid traits. His least favorite was the newest of his slew of powers.
It started showing up with Flash. A slightly bittersweet taste in his mouth. It took time to realize that there was a taste rather than his own disgust. He learned to live with it until his... Team showed up.
Each one strong, alone or together. And they were always quipping about Peter. His
inability to do something, his lack of training, falling behind in school, trying to balance a normal life, amongst other things. Then the bittersweet was almost constant. He was lucky to have his home as a safe haven.
That is, until the Tri-carrier was destroyed and they started living with him. The bittersweet taste was overwhelming. And he was having trouble keeping his spit in his mouth. If not for Harry, a "borrowing" of a private lab in Oscorp and his knowledge of science, he would have never learned to hold back the bittersweet. Granted it was uncomfortable. The pressure building on the roof of his mouth toward his brain made his Spidey sense more sensitive. The headaches were also rather unpleasant.
But his team was none the wiser. Besides, who would want to work with a person who could potentially kill you with a bite?
Peter shook his head as he donned his red and blue suit. Releasing a stream of web, he took off towards the Helicarrier.
Challenge for icefiresky. Should I have a reveal or not? One shot or more?
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