New chapter! Changed my mind about it being a oneshot. I liked the idea. This one is more in Peter's point of view, but there is a little with the symbiotes. Rated T for some blood, so be warned! And thanks to those who reviewed and all that! Enjoy!

Peter flopped down into bed, so sore that he didn't bother to remove his costume. His arms ached so bad that Peter didn't think he couldn't lift them if he wanted too. He buried his face in the pillow, turning away from the sunlight coming out of the window, mulling over today.

Duking it out with the Hulk hadn't been high on his list. Though he may have befriended the green Goliath, or at least something close to that, Hulk gave one hell of a sucker punch, even distracted as he was by the living bug zapper. His groaning rips protested that he should have done so sooner. Peter was sure some had cracked under the blows, and he could already feel the bruises blossoming on his pale skin. Well, Peter thought, he was probably lucky. Most people didn't survive the Hulk or being electrocuted several times.

In fact, no matter how many times he had been punched, smashed and thoroughly electrocuted, Spider-man had forced himself back up when all he wanted to do was lay there in pain. A tiny voice in his head persisted that he get up, keep fighting, to save the many thousands of people that would have died otherwise. He was glad to have stopped Zzzax, but he was so tired now. It wasn't long before exhaustion set in and soft snores filled the room.

Unbeknownst to Peter, a small, inky blob oozed its way out from under his Spider-man costume, never triggering his spider-sense as it moved to the nape of his neck.

It deflated ever so slightly at the shared pain. If It had a mouth, it surely would have sighed.

The Spider had almost died today. They had almost died. If the symbiote had not urged Peter to keep going, had not taken a momentary control of Peter's nerves and forced him to move...It shuddered to think what would have happened. The Spider would have may as well be a smoldering corpse if not for It. The teen had thought nothing of it however, when his body had moved seemingly of its own will. It knew that Peter had thought it an instinctive reaction, had pushed that explanation into his mind so that undue questions would not arise.

But It had encountered a problem with Its host, in that Peter was seriously overtaxing himself. Between school, crime-fighting, and keeping his team in line, his Aunt May, and trying to find a job, and bullying It was amazed that the host hadn't cracked underneath it all. Admittedly, the symbiote enjoyed the negative emotions that it fed off at times. Yet it simply wouldn't do to have Peter in a near dead faint everyday.

As It pondered on how else It could improve the Other, a creaking on the stairs stirred It from the thoughts. Their Aunt May must have come home early and was coming up to their room.

Acting quickly, the symbiote oozed over Peters body in a tight stretch, save for his head and feet, covering him in a black suit that shimmered with blue highlights in the limited light. It rippled, and the costume changed into Its host normal clothing just before Aunt May peeked in.

"Hey Peter, I was thinking- oh." She started, stopping mid-sentence at seeing her nephew fast asleep on the bed. She smiled to herself. Peter worked so hard and she was so proud. May went over to where he laid, and unfolded the spare blanket at the foot of the bed, placing it over Peter so he wouldn't get cold. Going over to the window, she drew the curtain, and left the room quietly.

As she shut the door, the symbiote unfolded Itself from Peter, feeling overstretched as the clothes returned to the red and blue Spider-man suit. Still recovering from Peters attempt to remove It, and the recent attack on the city had left it exhausted. There was nothing more for them to do today, and all too willingly, melded into his costume to rest.

The next morning, Peter woke to feeling much more rested. He sat up, yawning widely and stretched his arms up, surprised when there was no pain. Even the bruises were gone! Peter looked confused, hopping out of bed to check his legs. He bent one, leaned his weight on it, then straighten and did the same to the other. He peeled off the Spider-man suit, and saw that the purple blemishes on his legs from were gone too. There was no way he could have imagined that. It wasn't possible for him to heal that fast. Even with his spider powers, it should have taken him at least a few days to heal, a week tops! Strange...

He put a hand to his forehead, and stared vacantly at the floor, unable shake the feeling that something was off, that something bad was going on.

Yet he had nothing to complain about, another thought interjected. He was fine. Better than fine even. He was perfect. And he wouldn't have to walk into school with people asking why he was walking funny. What's more he wouldn't have to break off from patrolling now. If he had, he'd never hear the end of it from his team. Especially Nova. Ugh, he'd pass on that, thank you very much.

So what if it was strange, said that same small voice, and he was hard pressed to disagree with it. Maybe his powers were getting stronger. And it wasn't like he was mutating into some man-eating spider. Er...not that that could actually happen...right?

Somewhere, Peter could had sworn he heard an amused snort.

So Peter chalked it up to his abilities acting up, and muttered a quiet "Weird," before walking over to his drawers. Surprised, but no less grateful that Aunt May hadn't seen him as Spidey, he tossed the outfit into the closet, and pulled out his usual white under shirt and blue collared over shirt and blue jeans. Peter sighed. He seriously needed to start going with Aunt May when she went shopping for clothes. He could do with some diversity in his wardrobe. It was while he was pulling his arms through the sleeves of his shirt that he heard Aunt May call from downstairs.

"Peter! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up or you'll be late!"

"Be right there!" He called back, hastily slipping on his worn out shoes, belly grumbling at the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling in the kitchen. Peter made sure his costume was well hidden in the closet before heading down when his eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall, reading seven-fifty-one.

"Oh no!" He cried out to himself, slapping a hand over his face again. "Can't be late again!" His teacher was going to kill him!

Peter rushed down into the kitchen, giving his Aunt May a quick peck on the cheek and when she tried to speak, he interrupted her, saying, "Can't be late, gotta go, bye!", not pausing for breakfast. Peter groaned as he saw the bus drive away. There was no way he could catch up without people asking questions.

So that left two options; walk to school or web swing there. Hm...choices...

"Whoo-hoo!" Spider-man cheered as he swung through the buildings a few minutes later.

When the bell signaling the end of second period rung, Peter had to stifle a groan. The morning had not gone well. Even though he had webbed his way here, he had still been late. His teacher had chewed him out, embarrassed him in front of the class, and had given him detention after school. To top it off, he had forgotten to bring his lunch, and now had to go the day without food until he got home.

Needless to say, he was not in the best of moods when Flash came up beside his locker, slamming the door shut before he could take out his science book. Peter scowled.

"Parker!" Flashed said gleefully, an annoying smirk on his face. The jock grabbed Peter roughly by the shoulder, leaning his weight on the smaller teen. "I think we need to more quality time together, don't you-"

Peter slapped his hand away, and for a moment, the bully stared stupidly at him before grabbing the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet. The halls had quieted by now, and everyone stared at the pair, some whispering bets at how badly Flash would beat Peter this time.

Normally Peter would have made a witty remark, and taken the beating, or confuse Flash and run in the opposite direction. Sometimes he pleaded with the jock, and had the decency to look afraid when he thought it was a joke. All for the sake of keeping his secret identity secret.

Not this time.

Today, he kicked Flash squarely in the chest, and the hands on his shirt lost their grip. Flash stumbled backward, and when he recovered, blindly charged forward to attack Peter when he was flipped painfully onto his back. Then Peter was beating into him, ignoring the gasps from the crowd. He struck once, then again and again. He heard a crunch and his fist came back with blood. He had broken Flash's nose. And still Peter continued to wail into him, uncaring of the desperate pleas that begged him to stop.

Peter didn't know why he was doing it. Only that he was angry, so angry at every terrible thing that had happened to him; his parents dying, Uncle Ben dying, how they were barely able to make ends meet, his incessant, annoying teammates, the constant bullying that had carried out ever since he started pre-K...all the frustration coming to a head in this heated instant.

And it felt good. Good to have his tormentor at his mercy, to have him be the one to have to beg for it to stop (another punch, a crack of bone), felt so right to be the one on top and he grinned maniacally. Briefly, he wondered if the Hulk felt as good as he did now when he was smashing people and things, that he enjoyed the suffering he inflicted on those who had wronged him. If so, Peter now understood why he rampaged through entire cities and wrecked them, enjoying the thrill that giving into the anger gave him, loved how intoxicated himself, never questioning the wrongness of his actions. Instead, he indulged in them. Vaguely, he was aware of someone screaming at him.

"-eter! Peter! Peter stop!" A deep voice yelled, grabbing Peter's wrist to stop Flash's senseless beating and breaking Peter at his stupor. Raising the other fist, intending to punish whoever dared to-

It was Luke. Ava and Sam stood on either side of the black boy, Danny behind him. Peter stared at them without really seeing, only barely registering their stunned expressions, the same as Harry and MJ, who stood in the crowd, holding the same looks of paralyzing fear. He looked down at his hands, coated in thick, warm blood dripping down, glinting malevolently in the silence. Looking to Flash, he noticed for the first time how bad he looked. Though he was breathing, it was ragged and slow, as though it hurt. Some bones looked broken, his face horrible, bleeding freely as it lolled on his neck.

Peter heard some more screaming, but didn't look to see who it was. He couldn't stand the unbearable looks he was given, and so did the only thing he could.

He ran.

Mmm, Peter's going to be trouble! And I know someone is going to say something about him being out of character about the last bit, but I would like to remind them that the symbiote enhances aggression and other negative emotions!

Anyways, hoped it was likable and please leave a review.