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Warning: A bit of blood, nothing serious. Hope you enjoy this chapter, especially after I left you off on that cliff hanger.

I blinked open my eyes slowly, waiting for the landscape of my new room to come into focus. There was my dresser, my bed covered in green sheets, and my tall mirror, leaned up against the wall. I slowly sat up, blinking at the image of my blue eyes and bark-colored hair reflected back at me. Someone had put a blanket over me. Then the memory crashed in on me.

I jolted to my feet, staring down at my hand. Only a small bump remained of the spider bite.

"Wait, so how did he get his...yknow?

"Powers? Well, most people believe what the Spider-Man Museum believes which is that he was basically bitten by this radioactive spider that Oscorp had created."

But I'm fine. Nothing happened. Just some spider they found off the street...How long have I been out?

I glanced around my room but my clock must not have been unpacked yet. I pulled out my phone.

11:27 PM

"Eight hours!?"

I scuffled out of my room. I felt fine now; great, in fact. I scrambled down the stairs to where Emily still sat on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn. She glanced back and forth between her phone and the TV, her brown hair done up in a messy bun.

"Have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty?"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault!"

"Yeah, I know you got sick."

"I didn't just get sick I-"

My head buzzed. No, it tingled. No, it vibrated. One can't really describe it.

I caught the pillow just in time before it hit me in the back of the head.

"Logan!"

"Becca dared me to!"

"Did not!" A muffled response came from down the hall.

"Nice catch," Emily said nonchalantly.

Logan giggled and scurried away as I chucked the pillow back at him, hitting him square in the face.

"Oof! Hey!"

"Nice shot." Emily smirked.

"You should be in bed, anyway!" I called after him.

"Whatever," he whined, retreating back to his room.

I rubbed the back of my neck. What was that weird buzzing in my head?

"Didn't think you could throw that far." Emily chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

I sighed. "Have Mom and Dad unpacked the cups and stuff?"

"I think so."

"And they're still in the basement, then?"

"Yep."

I headed for the kitchen, groaning at all the unfamilair cupboards I would have to search through. I nearly ripped one cupboard door off its hinges.

"Whoops?...Great quality cupboards.Sure."

When I closed the cupboard again, the door fell completely off. Luckily, I somehow dodged it before it landed where my foot had been a moment ago.

I was a bit more careful with the other cupboards until I found the glass cups I was looking for. I gingerly took one from the cupboard, but I must have set it down too hard, as it shattered on the counter.

"Are you kidding me!?"

I carefully stepped around shards of glass strewn on the tile floor and peaked back into the living room.

"Em, do you know where the broom is?"

"Nice going."

"I know I'm a clutz. Now where's the broom?"

"As far as I know, it's in the pantry."

"...so it's in the kitchen...beyond the vast desolation of glass and splintered cupboard doors..." I sighed.

I slid carefully around the other side of the counter. Bad idea. I was pressed up against the wall, keeping my distance from the treachorous remains of the glass. When I finally reached the pantry, I discovered a new dilemma.

I moved forward and my hands did not.

What the...?

I tugged, but my hands stuck to the wall.

"What did I do now!? Get glue on my hands!? Was the paint not dry or something!?"

I hated to put my feet on the wall, but I figured I had already made a mess, so I did, for leverage.

Realisation struck me too late. Soon, both of my feet were stuck on the wall.

"What the heck!? Emily! Help!"

"With what!?"

"Why is this wall sticky!?"

"What wall!?"

"Come here!"

"Why!?"

"Help me!"

"Okay let me just finish this text!"

I moaned, tugging again in one last futile attempt.

"So, Spider-Man can climb up walls and things?"

I froze. No...

"Gah!" I was released from the wall, suddenly falling to the floor. "Ow."

I panicked, glass pricking at my arms. I was too in shock to groan in pain just yet.

"This can't be...This isn't..."

I sat up, careful not to touch anymore glass. I peered down at my hands, the blood rushing in my ears.

"I...this isn't happening."

Emily's voice startled me. "I'm almost done, just a sec!"

"Uh-uh-Nevermind! I'm good!"

"I'm coming. Just a sec!"

"N-no! I mean-uh-you don't have to!"

"Be right there!"

I snatched the broom and started sweeping hurriedly at the shards of glass, some stained a bit red.

"Trish! What did you do!?"

"Don't worry! I'll take care of it! Just...please don't tell Mom and Dad I already broke our new house."

"Is that blood!?"

"No! It's juice," I lied.

"Juice?"

"Hence the whole I-need-a-cup thing."

She looked skeptical for a moment but just rolled her eyes at me. "I won't tell. But you owe me one."

Thankfully, she was too focused on her phone to think twice about the "juice" on my arms.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't stay relaxed for very long, however.

The spider-bite. Did it really...?

It took me a a couple tries to unstick my hands from the broom.

"Some people think he has this Spider-Sense; it's like this precognative signal that alerts him to danger right before it happens! But we know for sure that he has the proportionate strength of a spider, which means-"

"He's really strong."

"Right! And he's super agile and just awesome and-"

I shook my head to clear it.

Super strength? Check. Spider-Sense? Was that that weird buzz in my head right before I caught the pillow? Agility: Check. Climbing up walls?

I stared down at my hands.

Check.

My heart skipped a beat.

So maybe they weren't just some spiders they got off the street...

Hope you found it interesting! New chapter coming soon!