Sam was bored out of his mind. Aunt May was out for the weekend, so it was just the team at the house. He didn't really want to go up and participate in the Study Group they were having, which mostly consisted of Bugbrained Parker and Ava telling everybody how to do stuff, and he had also finished his homework hours ago. It really was way too easy, considering he had learned it all when he was ten, but he wasn't about to let on to anybody that he was that smart. Sam was currently sitting in the basement, watching the TV drearily. It was raining outside, and he hated the rain. After all, rain and heat do not mix; he had learned that the hard way in Chicago, right before the freight train decided to come out of the tunnel.
Sam rolled his shoulder at the thought, wincing at the slight pain. Even after a couple of years, that freight train still packed a punch. He wondered vaguely if maybe the bones hadn't healed right when he was traveling when he was supposed to have been in a hospital. Sam flicked the channel, turning it to some documentary on the science channel. That was about when Peter decided to come thumping down the stairs.
"Hey, Sam, have you seen my calculator? I was doing my math down here yesterday and I think I forgot to bring it back up."
"It's over there," Sam mumbled, gesturing behind him around where he had piled his books and the calculator.
"Thanks. Hey, why aren't you upstairs with us? Don't tell me you don't need help with your homework," Pete said as he went to pick up his calculator. Sam just grunted in response. Sam changed the channel again, when there was a loud BANG! He leapt to his feat as the lights all flickered off.
"Great…" Sam muttered. "It's a blackout." He ran his fingers along the ground until he found his helmet. He pulled it on, lighting the basement up once he began to feel the heat build inside him.
"You are a flashlight!" Pete jibed, and Sam frowned. He let the heat drop, plunging them into darkness. Sam walked over to the stairs, using his memory to maneuver upstairs, leaving Webhead to find his own illumination. Sam wandered into the kitchen, lighting the way with his powers. He rummaged through the cabinets until he found Aunt May's stash of marshmallows. Pulling out a bag, he flopped himself down on the couch. He threw one into the air, and blasted it. It came back down a light golden brown, and he caught it in his mouth. He repeated this process until he was out of marshmallows to roast and sighed. He might as well just crash; it wasn't as if the night was going to get any more interesting. So Sam laid back on the couch, avoiding putting pressure on his bad shoulder and slept through the night, and half of the next day.
