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"Talking"
'thoughts'
'From a machine or television'
Peter groaned as he woke up. Sweat covering his face. He felt as if he had only slept for minutes. 'Probably because of that weird dream' thought Peter.
"Damn, I had another dream. Atleast this one was far less…cryptic." Peter said to himself.
Peter yawned as he thought about the weird dreams.
'Me wearing tights? Yeah right' Peter thought again.
It took Peter a few moments to become fully wake and another thought passed his mind.
'Wait, why is the celing so close to my face and what is that weird sensation in my ha-' Peter looked closely at his hands and then he noticed he was upside down with his hands and feet clinging to the ceiling. He did one thing that any normal person would do in his situation.
He screamed.
Cindy Moon's house-the same time.
" –yawn- ahhh. Yesterday was a good night. " Cindy hummed to her self as she pushed her glasses nearer to her eyes. She was looking in her bag and trying to organize it for Monday.
' No time like the present.' Thought Cindy as she grabbed one of her note books and put it inside of her bag.
However, once she pulled out her hand, though, a spider jumped on it from inside her bag.
" Woah!" Cindy exclaimed in shock as she waived her arm frantically. Trying to shake off the spider. She managed to get it off of her hand, but it fell on her ankle and the spider bit her.
"Ouch!" Cindy groaned out in pain as the spider bit her ankle. She then grabbed a news papre and folded it into a roll. After that she hit her ankle with the roll of news paper. She grinned as the spider fell onto her room's carpet and she stomped on it.
"What kind of spider was that? I should've stomped on weaker so that I could identify if it was poisonous or not' Cindy chided herself for not thinking of that earlier.
'oh well, what's the worst that could happen?' Little did Cindy know that, well, a lot of sh*t is about to happen.
Peter's house-Same time.
"Holy sh*t, what the f*ck is this? Crap,crap, crap! How am I supposed to get down from here?" Peter muttered to himself frantically. He knew his screams would draw the attention of his Aunt and Uncle, so how the hell would he get down?
Peter tried to pull his right arm free, but that proved to be disastrous, because when he pulled it, a part of the roof came with it.
" Well, sh*t." Peter cursed out loud, how the hell would he deal with this situation? What would his friends do? ' Harry would probably get his servants to pull him down if this sh*t ever happened to him.' Peter chuckled at the thought of his predicament happening to his rich friend.
But what would Cindy do? The mere thought of her calmed Peter down to a degree (Although not completely). 'Oh Cindy whatever shall I do in this situation?'. Knowing his friend/crush, she would probably find a way to get down from here herself, whether it be by stuborness or pridefullness. Peter smiled again, if only he was as tough as her. The second that thought left his mind he fell from the ceiling with a part of it going down with him.
Peter shut his eyes as he thought that the fall was about to hurt. But it didn't. And that shocked him.
'Great I can add durability to my list of supernatural powers' Peter thought bitterly.
Then something weird happened. He felt a ringing at the back of his skull and time slowed down. He could here everything from his house and the next few houses away from him. He could feel the sheets of his bed so greatly that he knew it's weight, composition and even it's color without looking at it. He could see the ceiling so clearly that he even saw the smallest cracks and weaknesses of the celing. Heck, he could even smell almost everything in a 35 meter radius, everything from a smell of something burning (probably his Aunt's cooking) to the smell of the garbage truck near his house. He felt/heard/saw/smelled all of this at once.
All-in-all the sheer amount of information intake that he did was so much that he felt a lot of pain from it. The kind of pain you have when you got a migraine X 3= how Peter is feeling right now.
" AAGH, i-it b-burns!" Peter moaned in pain as he clutched his head, and as quickly as the ringing and all of those sensations came, it was gone. Peter sighed in relief only to realize the reason why it happened in the first place.
' What the fuck was that? Its like all my senses were enhanced or something. Wait, I think I heard foot steps coming around here, and I think I know whose.' Peter gulped at the thought. It was still early in the morning and if Aunt May didn't get morning coffee, well, to put it simply he was in for a doozy.
As if on cue, the door to Peter's room swung open. It revealed an annoyed looking Aunt May who was still in Pajamas. Her blonde hair was tussled and messed up (Peter could guess why *Wink *wink). And her arms were crossed under her (large) chest.
"What the hell was that? Aunt May Practically shouted.
" Ahh, well, please look at the ceiling Aunt May. You'll guess why." Peter said sheepishly.
" Oh don't you be sarcastic with me boy! It's too early in the godamn morning for this sh*t." Aunt May slurred a bit.
" –sigh- Just look, please?" Peter said politely this time.
Aunt May took a quick look at the ceiling and then to Peter, she saw that a bit of the roof was on Peter's bed.
" –sigh- Ben! The roof fell down on Peter! " Aunt May shouted. And in a flash Uncle Ben was standing in the door way, his hair also looking dishelved as well.
"What the hell May? I thought the entire roof fell on him, not a part of it!" Uncle ben yelled in response.
"Well excuuuse me for not elaborating further, Mr. Analyst! Besides, don't you think I would show more emotion if the entire roof fell on Peter?" Aunt May retorted back.
" Well, considering you're stone –cold attitude, I wouldn't be surprised." Uncle Ben finished with a glare.
"I'm fine guys, I'm fine, geez you guys fight like old married couples." Peter said before the fight could escalate further.
" Well the way you screamed like a turd blosom when a part of the ceiling fell of I thought something bad happened." Aunt May said sheepish ly.
" Hahaha, I thought a girl screamed." Uncle Ben said with amusement.
" Har dee har har guys. Sure, laugh at the guy whose had a smashing time with his roof." Peter said.
Aunt May and Uncle Ben laughed even more. " So you guys get it? Smashing time? With the roof ? Get it? Cuz' ya know, a part of it fell on me." Peter explained.
" Yeah, yeah kiddo we get it." Uncle Ben repllied with a bit of laughter.
Aunt May rolled her eyes at the two and her lips pressed into a thin line, slightly upwards (she smiled slightly). " Well if you two knuckleheads are done making puns, I'm going to work now." Said Aunt May.
"Ok dear, the breakfast is already downstairs. Oh and Peter, hurry up if you want any more food. And take a shower. Sheesh, it's like you didn't bathe for a day or something." Uncle ben said as he crinkled his nose from the smell. He then left the room and closed the door, to give Peter some privacy.
Peter started: "-sigh- This day is going to …..
Cindy Moon's house- Same Time.
"….be Awesome!" Cindy said to herself as she picked up a box of Choco Heim (It's a korean product, basically long wafer with chocolate inside) opened it and took a bite.
"Mhm, that tastes so good." Cindy said in delight. She then grabbed a glass of water, drank from it in one gulp then set it on the kitchen sink.
After that Cindy went upstairs to her room. She quickly closed the door and opened her cabinet, she was, after all about to go in her parent's shop (for work of course.).
"Hmmm, what should I wear today." Cindy said to herself as she sorted out her clothes. She needed to look good enough to attract customers but still conservative enough that she didn't look slutty.
"I wonder what ….."
Peter's house-same time (Lol, this is the last time promise)
"… I should wear today." Peter hummed to himself as he took a red and blue jacket from his cabinet (Think Last stand Spider-Man jacket, minus spider symbol), along with a blue shirt and apair of light blue slacks.
He took of his black shirt (which he slept in last chapter) and was about to go out of the room to take a bath, when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Peter quickly blinked twice and grabbed his glasses from his computer table and put it on. His vision was blurry with the glasses on, but without the glasses his vision was 20/20 (Maybe even better). So, he grabbed the hem of his black shirt and used it to wipe his glasses.
And then put it back on. And took it off. And back on. And back off.
" Ho-ho-holy crap, my eyesight has improved." Peter muttered to himself with shock. His hands trembled with so much excitement that he crushed his glasses.
" And I have enhanced strength too, along with a better physique." Peter talked to himself on the mirror as he analyzed every muscle that ran across his now lightly chiseled chest.
"What the hell did this to me? I don't think it's puberty. Because this is helluva lot of improvement." Said Peter as he ran his right hand through his hair.
"–sigh- I could really use a shower. Don't I buddy." Peter whispered to his (literal) mirror image. He then took a whiff of himself,cringed, and proceeded to grab a towel from his hanger. In which, he broke down the hanger.
He quickly grabbed the door's doorknob. Which he crushed, and left a handprint on before leaving the door.
One quick shower (And a lot of broken objects) later
"Oh man! Aunt May's gonna throw a hissy fit once she finds out that I broke the sink, two doorknobs, a hanger, and the shower's heater." Peter said exasperatedly, as he discovered that having super strength might not have been such a good thing.
Plus, his towel was now forever ruined because when it stuck to him. He had to remove it, painfully.
"That was my favorite towel too." Whined Peter as he dressed himself using the clothes he picked out earlier.
He picked up his cellphone from his computer table (along with his earphones and wallet)and placed it in his pocket. Atleast, he tried to, because his phone kept sticking to his hand.
'Dammit, how do I turn this sh*t off.' Petered mused to himself angrily.
'How did I unstick again? Oh right I thought about Harry and Cindy.' Peter smiled uncosciously when he thought about his friends (mostly Cindy). He didn't even notice that his hand un-sticked from his palm until a few seconds later.
'Maybe that's it! I just need to calm down!' Peter thought. He decided to test out his theory as he placed his hand on the wall (sticking to it in the process)
' Alright here it goes!' Peter thought as he tested out if his hand was really stuck to the wall. After that he proceeded to pull from it calmly, and he succeeded.
"Woah, that was awesome! I wonder what else I can do now. There doesn't seem to be any side effects." Peter said to no one in particular. The moment that those words left his mouth his stomach growled out.
Peter's eyes widened as he remembered something." Oh sh*t I forgot! I hope Aunt May hasn't eaten everything yet!" Peter said in realization.
The teenager then took of like a cheetah being downstairs in seconds.
He saw a horrifying sight of Aunt May hoarding most of the pancakes in her plate, while Uncle Ben got a few for himself.
Aunt May was about to get the last five pancakes and Peter's eyes widened and he yelled:
" NOOOOOOO!" as he grabbed a fork from the dish drainer and jumped into the path of his aunt's trajectory. The teen stopped his aunt just in time from getting the last five pancakes.
The not-so-old godparent then narrowed her eyes and reluctantly retracted her fork .
"You win this time kiddo, next time I'll get those pancakes." Promised Aunt May.
Peter just looked at her incredulously. "I win? You have an entire stack of pancakes and I have five. How am I in any context winning?" Peter asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just take it, bub." Replied the irritated aunt.
Peter rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly . "You've been hanging out with Mr. Logan too much, he's rubbing of off you a lot." Peter said as he tookone pancake , poured syrup on it, and he ate it with one bite.
" What part? The attitude, smell, or her sentence structure?" Replied Uncle Ben with an amused look.
"You forgot to add posture." Peter added with a chuckle.
"Hey! I don't resemble his smell or attitude at all! And you, young man, aren't getting a new allowance this week." Ranted the blonde bombshell.
" Well, crap." Peter said with a sigh.
" But seriously though May, you should hang out with more… safe people." Uncle Ben said.
" Hah! Like who? Anne our neighbor?" Aunt May snorted out with sarcasm.
"That's not a bad idea, why not? I mean she does seem friendly you know." Ben replied.
"Oh no no no no no no. You're not dragging me into this mess! Remember what happened when you and Peter's Principal, Mr. Coulson hanged out?" May retorted with a cringe.
Peter who was eating his fourth pancake visibly cringed. Everyone in the room did. They all remembered the mini-golf fiasco of 2012.
" Ugh, don't remind me about that, I swear the guidance councelor named Melinda gave me the stink eye for weeks." Peter voiced in disgust.
" Don't blame me for that ! That's as much as your fault, as it was mine." Uncle Ben fired back.
Peter then proceeded to tune out the rest of their conversation as he finished his final pancake. He sneakily put his plate and (bent) utencils in the kitchen sink with as much caution as possible (though he still cracked the plate a bit).
He then tip-toed over to the door leading to his front yard (grabbing his skateboard in the process). When he was close to the door he glanced back at his Aunt and Uncle and sighed.
" Okay you two lovebirds, I'm going out for awhile. Don't try to kill each other and when you " make up"," Peter said while doing air quotes. "Please put a sock on the door. Oh and before I forget, the fire extinguisher is under my bed, okay?" Peter Announced as he left the house. His godparents were silent for a few seconds, before they continued to argue.
Peter had put on his earphones(it was playing "Geronimo") while he was riding his skate board. He had a proud shit-eating grin (one he never thought he could be capable of). The brunette was currently headed to an old abandoned junkyard, which was near Queens. It took him around 16 minutes to get their. A tall fence with barb wires and a "keep out" sign greeted him.
"Hmm, now how do I get in." Peter said to no one in particular. He looked up the fence and estimated his strength, he was surehe could break through the fence if he tried. But, he had something else in his mind.
"-sigh- Here goes nothing." Peter said as he picked up his skateboard, backed off against thee fence slowly to gain momentum. He then ran very fast towards the wall(while carrying his skateboard), and when he was a few feet away he leaped into the air, totally bypassing the fence by atleast a meter.
"Woohoo!" Cheered Peter as he flailed midair (skateboard in-tow) and landed on the ground with a shell-shocked expression.
"Now that was awesome! I don't how I got these… "abilities" but I sure am glad I have em'" Peter said again with an unusually cocky expression.
"Now let's see how strong I am."
A few minutes searching for heavy Sh*t later
" Aha! A minivan, this should be interesting." Peter said with a grin.
He rubbed his hands together and breathed in and out. He had to be very careful. He then grabbed the minivan by it's (rusty) bumper and lifted it. He closed his eyes as he expected the minivan to be heavy, but it was so light it was like he was lifting his bag or something of that weight.
"Woah. That was amazing!" Peter said,and then he let go of the minivan's bumper(albeit with some difficulties)." Let's see what else I can do." Peter mused to himself as he looked around the junkyard with curiosity. He caught sight of a tireless rusty bus and was immediately drawn to it.
'Let's see if I can carry that.' Peter thought, he had already placed his skate board near the minivan so that he wouldn't lose it.
The brunette enthusiastically went to the middle of the bus and held the underpart of it, and proceeded to hoist the rusty public transport vehicle over his shoulders. It felt light to him but he had to put more effort in lifting it compared to the minivan. Peter's eyes widened as he realized something.
'If this isn't my full power, then how strong am I? Okay that was a stupid sentence' Peter thought, and then a new idea came to mind as he hauled the bus above his right shoulder and prepared to throw it with all his might. He took a deep breath and exhaled, he then immediately threw the bus with (almost) maximum strength.
The Bus sailed through the air before eventually landing near the border of the fences, roughly 50 meters away.
"Damn, I feel tired of saying this sentence . What else can I do?" Peter said, looking like a kid in a candy store.
A few hours of Peter horsing around with his powers later.
" AWWWW, yeaaahhh!" Peter screamed as he swung from chain to chain inside the junkyards (ironically) junky-looking storage place. It was roughly 22 feet tall and it looked like a skating ramp (which was the main reason why Peter came here before he had powers any way).
He backflipped from the last chain and landed near his skateboard. He was about to do some tricks on his skateboard but a vibration in his pocket interrupted him. It was bunch of text messages, but Peter only cared about two of them. One from Aunt May telling him to go home from lunch. And another one from Cindy telling him that she was sick and she needed help, ASAP. Cindy's message was sent an hour ago. Peter felt bad about it. If he wasn't so eager to learn about his new-found strength and agility then maybe he would've noticed.
" Well, no time like the present." Said Peter as he dialed Cindy's phone number.
'Hello you've reached Cindy's phone. If I didn't answer then I must be doing something else. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEEEEP" Answered the phone.
"Hey Cindy, you said that you needed my help ASAP, so yeah, just call or text me back and tell me what you need my help for. Thanks, bye."
'I wonder what happened to Cindy' Thought Peter. It was basically what happened to him, only she was awake.
Sims Medical Hospital- An hour ago
Cindy put her phone in her pocket as she just finished texting Peter, she really hoped he would reply quickly.
"Patient , Cindy Moon. Cindy Moon. The doctor will see you now." Announced the receptionist in the hospital. A hooded girl about 5'8" slowly stood up and went to the receptionist.
"Ma'am, I'm Cindy Moon. Can you please tell me the direction to Dr. Sims." Said Cindy in a low voice.
" Certainly Ms. Moon. Just go straight to that hallway the office at the end is his. Have a nice day."
"You too, Ma'am."
"Please, call me Mrs. Morales." Replied the receptionist.
Cindy just gave her a forced smile and headed towards the hallway she was directed to.
Once she reached the end she knocked on the door with the plaque "Dr. Ezekiel Sims."
" Come in," A rough voice said.
Cindy entered the room, slightly making a finger shaped dent on the doorknob. She saw an old man with white hair and a white lab coat with a stethoscope rapped around his neck. His hands were resting on the table holding a pen.
"Please sit down. What seems to be the problem Ms. Moon?" asked the old man.
Cindy just stood there lightly rubbing her fidgeting hands together while she gulped nervously.
" Mr. Sims-"
" Please call me Ezekiel." Interrupted the doctor.
" Ezekiel, I have this… condition." Cindy said as she took her hood down.
"Oh, please elaborate." Ezekiel said politely.
Cindy then took of her shoes and jumped to the ceiling. She stuck to it like a spider.
"Ms. Moon, we are going to have a long day ahead of us." Said the doctor with an unnoticeable grin.
A/N Hello guys there's my second chapter, I hoped you like it. Please review if you think the story is too fast or too slow. Whatever you're criticism is, let me know. Until next time.