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It took me almost an hour to clean up the mess in the kitchen. It didn't help that I was basically numb from my sudden realisation.

Maybe if I go to bed, I'll wake up, and it'll have all been a dream.

I cleaned the small cuts on my arms and my hand before retiring to bed like a zombie. It took me an eternity to fall asleep, however, as my brain wouldn't shut off. I couldn't blame it after what had happened today and after the very long nap I had earlier. But I eventually slipped into sleep.

"Time to get up! Mom said we have to start getting used to waking up early for school!"

I jolted up in bed as Logan banged on my door.

"Alright! Alright! I'm up!"

A knot formed in my stomach when I remembered what had happened last night. I glanced down at my arms where there should have been several cuts, but there were none. No scrapes, or scabs, or anything.

Maybe that was just a dream

I sighed in relief. I mean, of course that was a dream. Me getting bitten by some radioactive spider and getting freaky spider powers and wrecking the house? Crazy; except for the whole wrecking the house part. I am a clutz.

I tumbled out of bed and got ready for the day.

I'm starving.

I hustled down the stairs to grab something to eat. I could hear Logan still upstairs banging on Emily's door.

Good luck with that.

There was something off about the kitchen. The cupboard door was missing...

That's a coincidence...right?

I shook my head. There was no way I actually had those weird abilities. I pushed away the thought that it had really happened and rummaged through the fridge. I pulled out an apple and went to wash it at the sink, but my hand didn't.

I moaned. Of course my hand was stuck to the fridge door. I yanked it away and leaned back on the counter in disbelief.

Okay, so how come I don't have any cuts on my arms?

I was trying to process everything when Rebecca stumbled into the room groggily.

"Excuse me." She headed for the fridge.

I really did try to move out of the way, but my hands were now stuck to the counter. I facepalmed internally and backed up into the counter as far as possible. My sister gave me a weird look.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna stay here and-uh-sorry."

She grabbed a yogurt and left the room, glancing back at me as I awkwardly stood there at the counter. I sighed again as she went back upstairs.

Alright. Spider-Man does this everyday. How hard can it be?

I took a deep breath and focused until I willed my hands from the counter. I groaned and massaged my forehead.

I examined my arms again.

Of course.

I scrambled back up the stairs and knocked on Rebecca's door.

"What is it?"

Just pretend you're super curious because of the museum yesterday.

"Um...I was just wondering...you know the museum got me thinking and I was just wondering if...Spider-Man had a healing factor?"

I could hear my sister's voice brighten. "Yeah! We have a ton of evidence that that's the case! He's been seriously injured several times and is seen back swinging around a day or two later!"

That explains a lot.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

I sat against my sister's door, lost in thought. There really was no denying it now; I basically-no not basically-I had super powers. And I didn't know how to feel about it. Would it have other side effects? Would it change me? Harm me?

If I could get to a lab...test my blood...Oscorp!

If only I could get in Oscorp, even just once, I could get some answers. I certainly wouldn't be disappointed if I got an internship there; that was probably my dream job. So it was decided; if I could get an internship at Oscorp I could advance in a scientific field and figure out what was going on with me. There was just one problem: How was I supposed to get an internship at Oscorp?

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