The poor mugger slammed against the trash bins that spilled over.
"Oh! A strike!" They laughed as they shot a web pinning the man to the ground. Looking down to the corner of the alley way they could see the bruised face of some blond-haired college girl, her I.D. clipped onto her ripped collar shirt.
Dropping from the wall the pure black suit with snow white eyes rose his hands defensively while approaching the girl.
"Hey there, names Spider-man, you got a cell so we can call the cops?" They asked crouching before the still whimpering girl, her pocket book was spilled out, several plastic cards, make up utensils, and a variety of other assorted items a college student carried around in their hand bag spilled across the pavement.
She shook wildly, her shoulders stiffened and her legs pressed tightly together. She wore a skirt, with blue tights that came down to her knees and a pair of baby blue high tops. They didn't mean to stare, and they meant even less to cast judgement.
'She's an average girl, and college kids aren't usually loaded with cash… he was probably going to—'
'I can assume.' Peter chided suit for almost pointing something so heinous out.
They sighed before looking through her things and finding a pink flip-phone.
'Seriously? Man, these things are ancient!' Suit laughed.
Flipping it open they wasted no time dialing the police and after two rings a call-taker answered.
"911, What's the nature of your emergency?"
"Hey, there's a mugging going on across the street in an alley across from Luigi's Diner on thirty-second street!" They did their best to sound panicked and anxious.
"We'll have dispatch their as soon as possible, please do not act on your own sir."
Perfect. They hung up and gently placed the phone next to the crying girl before walking over to the still webbed mugger and picked him up by the caller.
"Hey there darling, I'm looking for a friend of mine, tall, green skin, wears nothing but a lab coat and ripped jeans, does mentioning he's an eight-foot tall lizard man help at all?"
The mugger curled and whined and tried to pry off their fingers.
"Awe, really, no? That's too bad. Hey so according to Suzy dispatch should be here soon so just take a nap while you wait." They said before slamming their heads together, the mugger clonked out, and they remained no worse for wear.
His hands relaxed around the guys collar and he dropped to the floor, adding another layer of webbing in case he woke up, they got ready to leave.
'Damn…' Peter thought as they swung through the streets of queens, now bridging Manhattan.
Their body bent inwardly as it flung from one retracting line to perform an aerial flip before shooting another, they rounded a building, their eyes never leaving the streets below them, instinct alone acting as the driver for their action.
'What's bothering you?'
'You mean besides the fact that we have a carnivorous lizard man on the loose, and missing people reports are already flooding in? I guess my lack of memory, the fact that I have several people claiming to be my friends and I can't genuinely recall any of them, then there's the fact I'm not getting any sleep so I'm gonna be a zombie tomorrow, and I legitimately wanted to spend it talking to Gwen, AND then above all that I have to worry about this whole super hero thing you convinced me to take up, does any of that answer your question?' Peter mentally screamed as they rounded a corner and landed in an empty alley-way.
'…'
They explored the empty alley before stopping above an exposed man hole, its cover bent out of shape and just barely poking over the sewage water below.
'You…don't think he'd…'
'Aren't there rumors of New Yorker's flushing pet gators down the toilet?'
Groaning the pair stepped over the hole and wordlessly descended to land with a gross splash. The rotten smell assaulting their nostrils, and the stale air burning as it ran down their throat. Gagging for a minute they launched a line and stuck to the wall, no point in wading through human excrement diluted water if they didn't have to, right?
'Technically it was you that said we should be hero's. I just wanted to stop Connors.' Suit grumbled as an afterthought, they stopped as they reached an impasse. The tunnel split and they were honestly unsure which way would produce more results.
'Just a guess, which hand was Connors dominant?' Peter asked bringing a hand up to scratch their cheek.
'Originally, right. Though after he lost that he became very adept with his left, if his wife was to be believed…'
The pair shivered, though unsure as to why.
Their arm shot out and a web-line launched taking them over to the opposite wall across from them, and they began their wall running stint down the right passage. Which didn't take long to come across a raised platform of concrete with multiple bodies strewn across it.
Launching a line to the ceiling they swung over and began examining. Seventeen people, all dead. Their hands began fishing through pockets, until they found the object of their desires. A flat screen mobile phone. Swiping a finger across its surface brought up the emergency call function.
"911, What's the nature of your emergency?"
And that stumped them, how exactly do you tell a call-taker that you found a bunch of dead bodies in a sewer tunnel on a raised platform without getting questions back?
"Oh, shit, sorry I just clicked dial without looking."
"Well just make sure it doesn't happen again sir."
'What the hell are you doing?' Suit asked surprised.
Ignoring the voice in his head, man that sounds weird out of context, he bent down and found the hand belonging to the phone and hoped his next plan worked. The thumb of the man unlocked the phone much to Peters relief.
His thumbs clacked the key, and Suit already knew what was coming next.
"Hello? Who is this?" Gwen's voice came on over the receiver. It was late, and they hadn't spoken much since the incident at Connor Labs.
"Hi there, Sorry but I can't explain, can I speak with your father?"
'There's no way this is gonna work…' Peter dreaded.
'If you knew that, why did you bother?' Suit asked missing the point.
"Hello? Who is this? How did you get this number?" George asked harshly into the receiver.
'Holy shit!' Peter exclaimed as they smiled widely.
"Hey there, names Spider-man maybe you heard of me, anyway I'm out on my patrol when I come across an exposed man-hole off fifty-seventh street and low and behold what I find, The Lizards play things!"
"The Liz—Wait, your actually Spider-man?! Dammit, fine stay there I'm mobilizing a unit!" The line went dead and a sigh escaped them.
'Wow…I'm shocked.' Suit said bewildered.
'I know, I'm a genius, you can praise me, go on.'
'Ha, funny. No, it's surprising he believed you, I know you made a claim to an officer dubbing this target the lizard, but I'm surprised he was made aware of that.' Suit hummed in thought.
Peter was about to reason out that Gwen could've brought it up when a familiar alarm began to blare in their head.
As if on auto-pilot their body contorted and sprung over the mound of dead bodies dodging a wooden beam that came flying at where they had once been.
Now standing opposite of the mound and staring behind them they saw their Lizard faced for carrying many wooden beams under his arms, and a fresh, still living, person for the collection.
"Would you look at that, Lizard-face is practicing for the javelin toss!" They laughed back flipping away from another tossed beam.
"NeSt! MInE! LeaVE!" The Lizard hissed and roared.
"And miss the sick nest warming part? Fat chance!" They laughed shooting web lined at the remaining beams in his grasp before pulling them out and spilling them into the sewage, which they soaked up nicely.
"NO! You, PeST!" Lizard roared sticking out his tongue and entering a prolonged hiss.
'…He's doing something, stop him now!' Suit screamed as their senses came alive on an overdrive state.
Their arm pointed straight up and shot a web line that latched onto the ceiling and pulled the surprised body up just in time for the gator to pop out and snap its jaws shut around thin air.
"Ah! Close but no cigar!" They exclaimed staring at the Lizard.
'he can control gators! What the hell serum did he drink!"
'I'm more surprised to actually find gators in the sewers…'
They then swung over and drop kicked the Lizard's snout sending the reptilian ravager back a few feet, and his captive, a young brunet with a bleeding stump where her left leg should've been.
Grabbing her under their arm they shot a line to retreat to higher ground. Turning back, they saw Lizard retreating, they hurriedly applied webbing to the stump and tied another one to apply pressure and hopefully stop the bleeding. Her skin was pale, her short curly hair was mixed with saliva and blood, and she was barely conscious.
'What are you doing, Lizards getting away.'
'…What would be better trying to save this girl…or going after Lizard?'
.
.
.
'She's half dead, we did what we could, but if Lizard escapes this is inevitably going to happen again.'
Nodding in agreement, they made a crude web-harness and hung her from the ceiling, wouldn't sit well with them if they just set her down next to the dead bodies where a gator would turn her into a midnight snack.
They began their run after Lizard.
He hadn't gotten all that far surprisingly. He had just run some ways down the passage before collecting his reptilian followers.
"Oh, a family reunion Lizard face?" They asked staring down the growling Lizard.
"PEsT,RUiN Nest, PeST DIE!" The Lizard exclaimed pulling out a vial of green fluid and crushing it in his hand before arcing his arm back and spilling it across the exposed gators…
Their flesh bubbled and boiled and the water became hectic and they began rolling around frantically. Their jagged tooth filled maws were open as their pain filled cries echoed in the passage.
Their legs and arms extended and their teeth grew and curved. The once average, maybe a bit smaller than average, sewer gators grew to man sized bipedal killing machines.
They stared wide-eyed at the development.
"Holy shit, the conspiracy people were right…" They breathe out as they stared at the lizard people before them, specifically one of them, which unlike the others that had become man-like with broad shoulder, stiff wide abdomen and hips and exposed male genitals. The one catching their teenage eyes was the only female amongst the group with two scaly mounts with pink nipple and a pair of lips between her legs…basically The Lizard created real life Argonians.
The four-lizard people stared down at the black clad man with a righteous fury in their eyes.
"BreTHErEn! MAN-SpiDer aTTacK NeST! KILL!" The Lizard ordered and suddenly they had four very pissed off lizard people sprinting at them.
Quick thinking to the rescue, they jumped over the charging group and landed opposite the small battle party.
"Sorry Lizard, but I only got eyes for one eight-foot tall scaly faced reptile!" They exclaimed launching a web line that connected to his chest and abdomen before pulling with all their might and managing to rip him off his feet and throw him into the four man-lizards…plus the lizard-woman. Yup, very progressive here…
Two of four man-lizards collapsed under the superior weight of the Lizard and went skidding back leaving man-lizard, and lizard-woman to act as his opponents.
"Really guys, two against one? What ever happened to fair play?"
They roared and charged him, the female was slightly faster than the other so she got the first-round house kick that slammed her into the brick wall, giving them plenty of room to deliver a one, two, combo to the other before turning and pressing their back into his chest.
Their hands flew up and grabbed the top of his snout clamping it shut before harshly pulling him over their shoulder and flinging him into lizard-woman.
'GET DOWN!' Suit screamed, and their body followed, thankfully because a clawed hand swiped where they had just been.
Their elbow came up and was buried in the gut of another lizard-man, they removed the hands placed both palms flat on the ground before doing their best beat-box dancing and sweeping the man-lizard off his feet so that he'd crash into the water.
Pushing themselves back up with their arms they caught a punch from Lizard himself whose eyes were narrowed into hateful slits.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" He roared in their face, before a foot flew between his legs and found the 'man' bits of his lizard body.
"How about no." They offered punching him across the face and pushing him away.
The other lizard-men had gotten back up and were glaring at him, they all charged.
'Not very bright huh?' Peter thought as he dodged the punches and swipes before he melted into a motion of punches and kicks that just felt right.
He delivered a hard punch to lizard-woman's stomach before placing both hands on her shoulder and pulling up and mashing his knee against the bottom of her jaw.
She stumbled back before falling over unconscious.
'One immobilized.' Suit tallied.
Smiling underneath the mask, they extended their arms and shot out two lines locking the feet of the lizard and some lizard-man. One pull later and they were on their backs helplessly on their back.
The Lizard wasted no time sitting up and cutting away the web line, the other…squirmed on its back like a helpless turtle.
Jumping over to him and burying both feet in its gut got a raspy gasp from the mutated reptile. Before it two went out cold.
The Lizard roared and hissed before another of his cronies rushed them, while he picked up lizard-woman and began running off with his only other conscious crony.
'Shit!' Peter thought and glared at the oncoming attacker.
Angrily he realized in his fun he hadn't immobilized The Lizard and now the bastard was getting away!
The crony came at him with extended arms and a wide-open maw.
Peter dogged the attack only to realize Lizard was long gone, by the time he finished immobilizing this asshole he'd be piss out of luck at finding Lizard again.
Angrily he clenched his fist and glared the remaining man-lizard.
His blood boiled as his mind went blank, a whole night of patrolling, of playing hero, of wasting their fucking time! And it was all for nothing!
His arms came forward and two web lines locked around the man-lizard, with three hard pulls the reptile was off its feet and being brutally slammed into the walls, the ceiling, and floor repeatedly.
Then after that, he tugged hard on the lined and pulled the man-lizard over and delivered a harsh drop kick, the man-lizard writhed and squired in its binding before they lifted their foot and brought it down on the creature's throat. A gargle or two later and the man-lizard was dead. Not wanting to have four lizard people running around free they walked over and snapped the neck of the other remaining man-lizard before turning and making his way toward the manhole.
It took a bit of time to walk back to the area that had to manhole they used to enter.
"Freeze!" An officer called pointing its gun at the black clad man that had his head hung low as it trudged through sewage.
'That's right…we trudged through sewage…for nothing…'
Raising his hands to surrender they rose their head, clearly irritated. A web line shot out of their palm and caught the gun by the barrel, twisting harshly at the hip and heels they ripped the weapon from the man's hand and it spun in the air before coming back around and slamming into the man's temple. He dropped like a sack of potatoes into the sewage.
Three more officers, a black man, and two Caucasian women, rounded the corner at the commotion. The all stumbled at the sight, one of their own down, and a black clad figured standing ominously over him.
"You really, don't want to fuck with us right now." They hissed angrily glaring as they all un-holstered their guns.
He didn't give them a second chance as he rushed them delivering a clothes line knocking the two officer that were further ahead off their feet and into the sewage before sliding under a shot and delivering a geyser kick to the other woman's jaw, the sound of teeth clacking and cracking was apparent.
Flipping back up they ran over to the man-hole and shot a web line before flying out of the hole, they didn't miss the scared and surprised expression on the officer's faces, especially, one Captain George Stacy.
It felt late, so they wasted no time and decided to swing home…
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A/N:
Okay! Chapter four, and so soon after chapter three? I know, I'm awesome, don't sweat it. Anyway, the four rewrite came out feeling a little better than what was my original plan for this chapter, which you can also read as I'm posting it here as well. NOTE: the 'ORIGINAL CHAPTERS' are no longer cannon and will serve only to show you the path the story could have taken, my plans have changed drastically since then and the original plot will no longer be called upon.
So last chapter marked the end of 'The Awoken Spider' Arc and this is the Introduction of 'THE LIZARD!' Arc, the second arc of the story...I have no idea how long this is gonna be by the way since I make this up as I go.
With that settled and said I'd like to say thanks to any and everyone who reviewed, at this current moment one, and now I can say that any reviews I receive with questions or something of the sort will be addressed here, unless I deem them worthy of a PM.
JohnJaunRamboJr35: Thanks, I appreciate you taking time to review and I hope you enjoy where I continue to take the story going forward!
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ORIGINAL CHAPTER 4
He stood in the center of his living room and clenched his hands, the black ooze erupted from behind him and covered him wholly in there, now signature, black suit. Now with modifications. On the chest and back were large white spider insignias and all along the costume was a web pattern. Peter had drawn the costume and suit had taken it to memory. After it was done peter burned the sketch and they had spent the rest of their day off suiting up and down…or off they guessed.
They were slowly getting faster in suiting up, still not fast enough…but close.
'We should show Gwen.' Peter thought as he stretched their left arm and shot a web-line with a loud thwip that caught a glass of juice before pulling it over to them. The caught it without spilling a drop.
'Are we certain she can keep a secret and that this isn't just a way to get her to pay more attention to us over Brock who has a sprained ankle?'
'What are we insinuating? That I want this girl's attention so much I'm willing to endanger her and ourselves to being exposed and targeted?'
'Well…Now that it's been said.'
Peter huffed as the suit retracted a knock came from the door. The suit had become a black long-sleeved undershirt. Peter huffed at the idea of spending time with anyone right now.
Opening the door, Gwen and Jean stood outside his home.
"Hey there, how you are doing?" Jean asked before Gwen got the chance.
'Two potential mates entering your nest. Display dominance and enter the mating ritual.' His voice echoed through their head.
'No! now stop suggesting it and let's focus!'
'We probably shouldn't say we seeing as that may imply mental instability and frighten them.'
'Good point, fine we'll tick to I, and wow that feels wrong.'
"Umm, hello? Earth to Peter?" Gwen waved a palm before their face that Peter quickly clutched and pulled her in.
She spun before falling backwards onto the couch. He stepped aside and let the now alert Jean step in of her own accord. Smiling Peter turned to the two girls and bowed as the door closed.
"Welcome to our-my, welcome to my domain." He chuckled as he saved himself.
The girls smiled as Gwen sat up straight. "So, Peter, seeing as a day ago we in fact nearly died, and we got today off from school but we still have that stupid project due Friday, I thought since Jean was done with hers we could all work together. You don't mind, right?"
Peter smiled as he sat between the two, "Two pretty girls here with me while I doodle some wannabe hero for which could take any countless number of hours with the possibility of a break somewhere in there, how could I say no?" Peter laughed as he began to draw something ignoring the stares Jean and Gwen were giving him.
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Their lips pressed together, her manicured fingers ran through his dark brown hair, hands searched all along the other wanting and un-satisfiable. The girls red hair pulled away to reveal a supple neck line that the boy wasted no time in biting into, her hot moans escaped as she begged for more.
Jean blew her nose as she stared at the pair of actors on the screen making out. 'Why can't that be us…?'
'Because you were busy drawing when you should have been displaying dominance.'
"Wow Peter, this one really takes the cake. This has to be it."
'Really?' They thought as they looked at the sketch. It was an athletic elder teen or young twenty-year-old possibly, he had a skin-tight suit with bolted metal plates, with a long flowing scarf/cape and an owl perched on his swords handle, the background was glass except it was filled with spider-web cracks, the pieces that had no glass were filled in black and the boy had a smirk of some overconfident grin on his face.
"Alright, here." He handed it over and she slid it onto a manila folder.
"Okay, wait here I'm gonna tell my dad to take Jean home and then we can start coloring it."
The girls disappeared out the door and they sighed, Peter waved his hand back and forth and ignored the soreness of his wrist.
"Damn," His eyes glanced once more at the T.V. the couple stopped making out, some blond chick showed up and was screaming something in German at them, what the hell was Jean watching?
Shutting it off they pulled off their baggy white t-shirt and threw it across the living room. He stood there, chest torso exposed, and smile on his face as his arms reached up allowing him to stretch and ease away all that tension he had built up.
'We're being watched.'
Peter stopped stretching as he noticed Gwen's eyes glued to his stomach, her sky-blue eyes tracing the sharp and defined lines.
"See something you like?" They spoke up causing a link of pink to form on her face, she was so hot and bothered by it that she didn't realize he was closing the gap between them.
"I-I-I-I j-just wan-wanted t-t-to t-tell you th-that—Peter!" She shrieked as they pulled her in and closed the door, they had her against the wall, their smile bright and wide as they looked down on the blushing blond.
Her nose crinkled as she brought her fist together, hover between their chest.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!'
'What's wrong? This is good.'
'I don't know what to say! I just didn't want her to run, but now we're in this…rapey looking position.'
'Want me to handle it?'
'…Gah, dammit it all, yeah go for it…'
'Ok…Give me bodily control.'
'What?'
'Bodily control, let me pilot.'
'Fuckit! Sure.'
"Hey Gwen," their voice was low, almost like a growl, "have I ever told you how damn amazing you are?"
One hand was removed from the wall and cupped her cheek. The heat felt amazing as it warmed their palm.
She opened her mouth to speak but failed, her body wouldn't move, her brain couldn't think, and her mouth wouldn't speak, why was she so flustered dammit!?
"Gwen…I want to be more than just friends." The words seductively filled her ears, his lips hovered above her ear, which now burned similarly to her cheeks, her tongue passed over her dried lips as she finally found words and threw them out without thinking.
"Me too." Wait no!
Their teeth bit down on her ear, lightly nibbling the cartilage, she moaned, as her hands fell to the wall behind her as the nibbling relentlessly continued she slid down the wall in a feeble attempt to get away, but instead she was followed and a firm and strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her close.
Their tongue traced her ear as he let out a soft, warm breath that got her to moan again. They traced her jaw with quick pecks before cupping one side of her face. Her eyes gave it away, she was expecting a kiss, a deep one. Hey longing was adorable and hell, who were they to deny this girl.
Their lips pressed together, it was a soft connection and they quickly pulled back much to the dismay of Gwen who hugged them tightly. Their lips met again and refused to come apart, one minutes, two minutes, three, four, finally they pulled away huffing and begging for air.
After a twelve second lapse they pushed again and met little resistance as they engaged in another deep kiss, but they held nothing back as their tongue pushed against her teeth, her surprised gasp was cut short as they began exploring her. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, she stood no chance as she was quickly conquered and forced into the role of being pushed over. She moaned into them, she loved this right now. Her fingers pulled against his skin, she needed some leverage.
They pushed into one another, she didn't have a chance of winning this battle but if she could get some kind of leverage then they wouldn't be able to push her around anymore. She kept searching before stopping cold as the worst possible thing happened. Soft fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, her senses kicked into overdrive and she simply had to accept the lustful onslaught that she was receiving.
Finally, they stopped and as they pulled back a trail of saliva lingered, bridging the two. Gwen licked her lips taking in the savory and sweet flavor of raspberry.
"Wow." Was all she said staring at the sea of soft hazel that sat in front of her.
Peter laughed lightly snuggling into a warm hug. "Wow, yourself—" He stopped as the alarm in his head went off, quickly they pushed up, got to their feet, made a foot of space between themselves and Gwen, before falling backward onto the couch and putting on their shirt and standing, just in time for Mr. Stacy to open the door.
He stared in, throughout all that Gwen had returned to her normal color, though she paled slightly once she saw her father at the door.
"Hey there Mr. Stacy, fancy seeing you here. Everything alright?" Peter asked nonchalantly surprising everyone.
The police captain said nothing from his place at the door before finally sighing, "Just wanted to tell Gwen I got Jean home, and to not be out any later than eleven." Peter spared a glance at the wall clock in the kitchen, it was ten-forty-nine.
"A-alright daddy." Gwen said not looking at either boy, instead choosing to stare religiously at her shoes.
Mr. Stacy left and Peter waited until they could no longer feel his presence outside the door. It took a minute.
Gwen finally decided the silence was enough, and turned around to ask about a billion question as she noticed Peter smiling at her. Great, she froze again.
"Because I know, that you want to know, about how I Knew and how I did that, I'll tell you. I'm awesome." They laughed at their ego boost before Gwen blushed again and pressed her fingers into her temples.
"A-Alright, look…we can finish this tomorrow…and, let me be the one to tell the guys that we're dating."
'Dating?' Suit asked in Peters voice which was semi-scary, but thankfully Gwen was leaving allowing him to relax and drop his cool guy act.
'Yeah, it's a human ritual where, and I'm using your terminology here, two potential mates hang out and act like that and do stuff in a friendlier manner until they decide they want to…to…'
'I know you want to say mate but every fiber of our fourteen-year-old mind is screaming to say smash or fuck.'
Peter went red.
'But we did good there, I was very surprised by how you invaded her vocal orifice with your tongue, what a creative use.'
'We? Don't you mean you.'
'Ha. Ha ha. Ahahahaha. You mean you failed to notice when I released control back to you?'
Peter paled. 'Wait, just when exactly was it that I started doing…doing…those umm…'
'God will you stop being so nervous your making us look bad, you took control after the whole ear nibbling started and went wild from there.'
Peter smiled as he jumped up and hollered joyous praises to himself.
'I'm glad you're so happy for us, but now that we've recuperated, and finished our part of the project remember we still need to catch Lizard-breath.'
Peter slouched and groaned, they had put it off all day while they worked on their transformation, webbing, agility, and catch phrases.
"Yeah, I guess, alright give us some thermal wear and I'll excuse us." Peter spoke out as he moved for the door. As he stepped out suit had just finished transforming into a tight black undershirt with long sleeves and a pair of fingerless gloves with a white rectangle on the back of the palm.
Peter walked three doors down and knocked on the Stacy's door and waited. The pretty blond was not the one who opened the door, no it was the vaguely blond but more so grey-haired Mr. Stacy that opened the door and looked down at the suspicious teen.
"Did you need something Peter?" He asked not quite harshly but not overly enthusiastic at the sight of the boy.
"Just wanted to let you know I was going out for bit." He said smiling and turning to rush toward the elevator. 'Oh, and heads up I totally made out with you daughter!' He screamed in his head and snickered.
The doors closed just in time for Peter to see the surprised looks on Gwen and Georges face.
'Why bother telling them?' his voice echoed.
'Because he talks to Myra a lot, guess he feels guilty. Anyway, somethings been bugging me for a while now.'
'Yeah? and what's that?'
'When we first suited up that web swinging thing you did, it was awesome, and hurt like hell, but how did you think of it?' Peter stepped out of the of the elevator, ignoring the obviously drunk teens stumbling in after him, and moved for the door out of the lobby.
'Oh that, well when we used our web lines to throw rocks around I used that same idea but instead threw us around.'
'…Ok, sure.'
'Why the pause?'
'It bugs me that our primary for of maneuvering and transport is just us throwing ourselves around…I kind of wanted something cooler.'
A sigh echoed in his head as Peter stepped into a dark ally and let the ooze explode outward covering him wholly in their Spider-man suit, mark II.
With a smile they jumped full strength out of the ally, scaring a couple walking by at the time, and launched a web-line and took to the city skyline.
The pair flew from line to line, the whole while screaming at the top of their lungs from the pure ecstasy.
Their black clad form swung around from block to block. Until finally stopping atop the Baxter building and looking around before sighing.
They say back and huffed, the sun was peaking over the horizon already and they hadn't seen high nor low of the lizard. They stopped serval muggings, nothing fancy, just binding the muggers hand and webbing them to the wall and asking the ones being mugged to call the cops.
The two groaned before throwing themselves from the building and into a free fall down its side, as the duo fell they spotted a group of five eating breakfast together, one of them most likely the same age as Peter went bug eyed at the sight of a black clad figure falling down the side of their building.
As the window, now four stories above him, opened and a blonde head of hair poked out he launched a web-line and swung off back to his apartment.
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He finally reached his front door, and sighed in relief, they had changed in the alley-way outside and walked back in quickly walked passed the Stacy residence without incident and now stood mere feet from their own sanctum.
Just as their hand locked around the handle and they pushed it open the door four spots down opened and an energetic Gwen stepped out, she was wearing blue jeans, with a pink blouse and light-blue sneakers.
"Peter? You're up early, this is great, let's go meet the gang at the café!"
They sighed as they pulled the door closed and locked it again. Smiling at their favorite blond as they walked toward the elevator.
Gwen waved bye to her dad and Peter smiled at George before the doors closed leaving the pair alone in the cramped elevator.
Peter waited all of no seconds before speaking up, "So, want to talk about last night?"
Gwen went pink as she looked away, "Sorry," she began fidgeting with her finger, "no clue what yer' talking about."
'Did she say yer'?' He heard the thought echo before smiling, it was cute.
He pinched her chin and gently turned her head to look at him, "I may have been moving a little fast. Want to slow down?" He calmly, and gently asked the nervous girl standing before him.
'God NO!' She heard herself yell as her blush grew worse. "Umm. Yes please, maybe we could just…be friends a little while longer." She almost bit her tongue off as she slowly moved through the sentence, and as she looked at the cool brown eyes of the boy who had stolen her first kiss just last night she felt a longing as his hands moved away and he stiffened with the distance between them, and she thought she saw anger on his face…but she was wrong.
"Sure, thing Gwen, whatever makes you happy." They smiled and looked toward the lobby as the pair exited the apartment building and began their walk toward the café.
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