Peter moved slowly along the wall until he was on the ground, shaking a little. "W-Whoa," He whispered, licking his lips. He looked at his hands. Nothing seemed different that he could tell. He gulped and pressed his hand on the wall, finding it stuck when he pulled. When he let out a slow breath, it fell away easily, not taking the wallpaper with his skin thankfully.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down but found himself hyperventilating before the world twisted until he was on the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in his room, Aunt May smiling gently to him. "Aunt May?"

"Gave me a good fright," She teased. "You have a fever, Pete." Peter licked his lips, mouth feeling dry. "You passed out in the bathroom as MJ got here. She helped get you in here and well, we tucked you right in."

"She still here?"

May shook her head. "Left a bit ago. You've only been out for maybe ten minutes," She confessed. She felt Peter's forehead and sighed. "I'll get you some medicine, Sweetie."

Peter watched her get up and gulped. "Aunt May," He called as she opened his door. "I just wanna say...thank you for always taking care of me...I don't think I really say that enough."

May smiled sweetly. "You say it plenty enough, Peter. Now, rest up."

Peter tossed and turned again in his sleep, panting as flashes of the creature inside the lab went through his head. The sound of Harry's scream startled him awake. He whimpered and curled up, rubbing his eyes. Finally, after his heart settled, he shakily got up and turned on his lamp. His phone read 2:49AM as it charged.

With a sigh, he grabbed it and quickly scrolled down to Harry's contact, sending out a message.

Can't stop thinking about that weird lab. I'm having nightmares now.

Peter watched the message send before dropping his arm, lost in thought. He blinked when the phone buzzed in his palm and checked it.

Same tbh. What the hell even was that thing?

Peter sent out his next message.

P: No clue.

P: Have you talked to your dad about it?

H: Have I talked to my dad about the secret underground lab that had some alien/monster contained that attacked us after we broke into it?

Peter rolled his eyes as he smiled before sending his reply.

P: Cut me some slack. I've had a weird day.

H: Fair enough. Need me to come over?

Peter hesitated for a moment before typing away.

P: No. Ty though!

H: K. I'm going to try sleeping now.

P: Wait.

P: Your dad said you were feeling sick.

P: Did that thing get you?

Peter stared at the screen, seeing no response coming in. He sighed and set down his phone before sitting up. Biting his lip, he pressed his hand to the wall and tried pulling it away. Stuck. Peter gulped and took a big breath before he let himself put the other hand on the wall. Stuck. Slowly, he managed to crawl up the wall, letting out a soft laugh as he pressed himself against the ceiling.

After crawling on the wall for a long moment, he had a thought. "Spider...maybe something was weird with it," He muttered to himself. He bit his lip, thinking before shaking his head. "Bad idea, bad idea."

"God this is a terrible idea," He told himself as he made to climb over the fence.

A loud bark of a dog made him jump. He yelped loudly as he practically launched high over the fence, righting himself midair to land on the other side. He panted softly as he looked up to see a dog barking on the other side of the street before trotting off when its owner whistled.

Peter sighed, looking at the fence then the abandoned building. He made his way inside, going past the hole he'd created and into the hidden stairwell. The dark creepy hall greeted him again as he shown his flashlight down into it, heading further down to investigate. By the tarp, he saw the spider he'd smacked off his hand, dead. He sighed at the disappointment that the spider had in fact been normal. He knelt down, pursing his lips as he poked it with his finger. He grimaced in disgust before looking up at the containers.

The one the creature had been in was empty. Peter looked around, trying to figure out if it'd escape or if it were still around. He sighed. "This is how people die in horror movies," He muttered to himself. "You're now every sacrificial blonde in the 80s."

Something clanged behind him and he quickly shut off the flashlight as he turned. Steps approached and he hissed a breath, trying to think of where to hide before running up the wall quickly. He clung to the ceiling as three masked men came in.

"Clear it out. Doc wants everything out," One said, clearly the leader.

Peter frowned, watching as they got to work. He crawled carefully along with the ceiling, seeing a vent he could get through. "Hey!" Someone shouted, making him freeze. "Looks like one of the things escaped."

He looked down to see the three inspecting the broken tube. Peter gulped and focused on getting to the vent while they were busy. "Shit. We should let Doc know," The leader grumbled, grabbing his phone. He made a call as Peter carefully opened the vent. He listened to the telltale dial tone before someone had picked up as he crawled into the vent, carefully pulling it closed. "Yeah. Looks like the subject escaped." A pause as the Doc responded angrily. "Yeah. I know. I know. We're going to see if we can-You sure? Doc, I don't mind looking...Right...Right, okay. Yeah. Alright. We'll get the paperwork, Sir."

Peter slowly released the vent. As his hand broke away, his spine tingled and he gasped, watching it fall away. Scrambling away from the cover, he flinched as it clattered hard on the ground. "In the vents!" One shouted.

"Get ready! It'll kill us if it grabs us!" The leader snapped out. Peter froze, hoping he was out of sight as he stayed scrunched up in the vent.

He listened, willing his breath to come evenly. Instead, the tingle in his spine shot straight up to his neck. He only barely heard the cocking of the hammer before he scrambled through the vent. Bullets sprayed over where he'd been and he moved quickly, barely managing to make it to the end of the room. He hurried through and found another vent cover, dropping out of the vent.

Run! His body obeyed his instinct as he threw the hood of his jacket up to conceal his identity. He hurried towards the stairs.

"Shit! It took someone!" The leader hissed.

"Do we-"

"The bastard's probably already dead if not wanting to die. Kill it!"

Bullets pinged off the floor behind Peter. He blinked hard as he ran, scrambling back up the steps again before hurrying out of the house. He hurried to the fence and jumped. His body flew over the fence and the street. He let out a cracking yelp as the building across from him flew towards him. He reacted quickly and caught himself, landing on the side of it before scrambling up the side. Once he was on the roof, he ran faster, wanting nothing more than to get away from the men behind him.

He was unaware that the men watched him scramble up the building and away, the leader making another call. "Hey, Boss. Your specimen? It found a vessel."