Morning broke and with it came another typical day. Peter was up early and already making his way to school. While he was naturally looking forward to the after school activities, he still took pride in his eduction. But, something felt a little off today.

It was like, the second he left the house he'd been feeling tingling in his hands, almost like they were going numb, but he choked it up to nothing more than the stress of both being an average teen and also a not so average teen.

He'd arrived no problem, the tingling seemed to have faded and so took the time to meet up with Ned before heading to their first class.

"Hey, you're still going to study with me at lunch before the physics exam this afternoon, right?" Ned asked. The lesson had begun, a study session the teacher had set up, allowing the student to sit and discuss while they worked. Ned and Peter had tucked themselves into the corner, both because they felt like outcasts, but also prone to telling more questionable stories.

"Of course." Peter replied. "But you know it's just a pop quiz."

"Yeah, but it still stresses me out." He replied, skimming through the book he had open on the table, looking to find where he'd left off. He quickly ditched that effort and looked back up at Peter who'd pulled a pen out to start making notes. "Tell me something interesting to distract me."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, what did you do yesterday?"

"When?" Peter huffed in a whisper, looking around the classroom to see everyone else happily working away.

"You know, after school." Ned prompted, simply getting a head shake and silence for a few seconds before Peter spoke,

"Not a lot. It was quiet yesterday." Peter whispered, disappointment in his voice as he started scribbling in his notebook.

"Oh." Ned hummed, tapping his fingers against the book pages for a few minutes before seeming to be struck with an idea, sneakily pulling out his phone and pulling up a news article about the park. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

Peter paused again, taking the phone and briefly skimming the article. It was only a few paragraphs, asking if anyone had any information regarding a patch of fire damage in the park. He shook his head and handed the phone back to Ned before picking up the pen. But as he did, he felt a sudden...shock from the plastic and let it leap from his hands and it clapped against several tables before landing close to the other side of the classroom. A few curious glances from the other student before they went back to their work.

Ned sat in momentary shock as he looked at Peter and than at the pen, slowly turning back to his friend and asking, "What was..." He began before Peter interrupted.

"You wouldn't happen to have a spare pen would you?"

A few hours later and the tingling had returned on and off throughout the day. He hadn't quite experienced any more shocks but was growing a little more concerned but figured there'd be an explanation somewhere.

He decided he'd look into after he'd finished with school and his part time superhero gig, and instead focused on studying with Ned over lunch and making his way into the physics quiz pretty confidently. He took his seat and looked at the paper sitting in front of him, waiting for the go-ahead to begin.

As he waited for everyone else to be seated and set up he took a glance out the window to his right, seeing the street as busy as ever. Though something briefly caught his eye, a street lamp on the far side of the road seemed to be almost...flickering. He squinted, a rather odd occurrence though it wasn't like he'd never seen a street light remain on in the daytime. But the flickering seemed to get worse and then relax randomly. But before he was able to lose himself in thought,

"You'll have 45 minutes to complete the booklet in front of you." The teacher said, pulling Peter back into the class. He clenched his fists together as the tingling began coming back. "You may begin."

He turned the paper over, picked up and pen and began working through the questions. It was easy enough at first, though the numbness in his fingers made it hard to write consistently. He took a deep breath and just tried working through it, figuring it would pass like every other time.

But as he went to write another answer, the strokes of the pen were shaky, the lines wonky and growing more unintelligible, he looked closer at his hands and saw them slowly twitching, twitches that were growing into a shake.

He tried to relax, and focus on his breathing hoping that it would kerb the shaking, but it didn't seem to make a difference, instead it began to feel like his arms were locking up, he found he couldn't even release the pen from his grip, his arms uncontrollably tensing. He was finding it hard to relax at this point but had no idea what to do, naturally, his eyes flicked around the room, even glancing out the window.

And in that brief glance out the window he saw something more unusual. What looked like lighting flashing down the road for just a second, but as Peter's eyes locked on the street, he saw another flash, and then a third. Except that third seemed to hover. Lighting dancing in on spot on the road, not far from the now blaring street lamp, then disappearing. The lamp seeming to go bust as the light shut off, and suddenly control flood back into Peter's arms, the whole sensation had disappeared just as quick as it had arrived.

Peter didn't even want to give it a chance, grabbing his bag he dashed out the classroom, ignoring the teacher's request to return to his seat. He darted out the school, hoping the fence to the street, looking the road up and down but there seemed no sign of the lighting he'd seen.

But just as he was about to return to the school, he noticed the burned tarmac of the road. Steaks of black soot lining the road, speckles where it had hovered and even more peculiar was where the lighting had been moments ago now sat...footprints.