When Peter woke up, his entire body was stiff. 'Did anyone get the number plate of that truck' he thought weakly. His entire body screamed when he got up, he went to get changed but stopped when after taking off his shirt. He had been a twig his entire life, and now he looked like a supermodel.
He stopped to think about the Captain America Museum his class had visited last year on a History field trip. Steve Rogers had gone from a twig to well, Captain America. He thought about the spider bite he'd received. 'What was that spider' was the only thought he had. He finished getting changed and put on a light jumper over his t-shirt. He noticed how wearing two layers covered up his new physic.
As it was a Saturday he didn't have school and he had finished his homework and caught up on his class work. After a quick breakfast, where Peter noticed he had to eat a lot more food than he usually did in order to feel full. Peter ended up writing a letter to Captain America. He knew the Captain would probably never see it, but it was a good way to vent his emotions. He explained how he'd been bitten, what had happened to him the past week, how his body had gone from, well a twig, to the body of a supermodel overnight.
He wrote how he'd realised the similarities between the two of them and how Cap was the only person who would know what he was going through. He made sure to include the fact that similarly to Cap; he could now hear a dog bark at the end of the street, and how everything was too noisy, too bright, how every smell was ten times stronger. Peter told Uncle Ben and Aunt May he was going for a walk to get some fresh air and clear his head. He sent off the letter and felt heaps better, just the act of getting that off his chest was such a relief.
Peter went home and had a nice relaxing weekend. He want to school on Monday, and during his first class of the day his teacher told him that some people were waiting to talk to him in the principal's office. Peter didn't know who would want to talk to him, maybe it was some people coming to offer him a scholarship, and maybe it was people from MIT. The last thing Peter expected was to see a man in a dark suit. When the man saw him, he smiled and stood up to face Peter. "Mr Parker, I'm Phil Coulson, I've been looking forward to meeting you for some time".
Author's Note:
I am so sorry for the long wait, I am in my final year of High School, and this story has been the last thing on my mind. I will update when I can, but expect long gaps between chapters. I am so sorry, but school comes first.
