Spider-Man: Close To Home
Chapter 3: Discoveries
"Peter? Peter, where are you? You should already be up and eating breakfast!" Aunt May called for Peter, knocking on his bedroom door and entering. He found his nephew lying down in his bed with a cold sweat swept across his forehead.
"Sorry." Peter said with a weak groan, turning his body towards her a bit. Aunt May immediately sat down at his bedside, feeling his forehead.
"Peter, dear, you're burning up! You have a fever." May said.
"Yeah. I really feel like it. My whole body just feels…achy." Peter said with a breathy chuckle. May tilted her head a little bit.
"Well, let me call the school then before I go. You rest up, okay, tough guy?" May said, patting him on the arm before leaving his room and closing the door behind her.
When the door shut closed, the sound rang with a loud suddenness in his ears, making him jump. Peter gasped in surprise as he felt noise starting to fill his ears. His eyes widened, and just as suddenly his eyes became overwhelmed with light.
"Ah jeez!" Peter hissed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He shook his head a bit, almost overwhelmed by all of the intense sensations.
As Peter started to turn his body away from the light, he felt a sudden dizziness in his head. He fell out of the bed and landed on his side, rubbing his eyes some more. He cleared his throat a bit, reaching up for his bed sheets to pull himself up.
As he stood up slowly and his senses started to slow a little bit, he felt a strange tingly feeling in his hands. He looked down and saw that his bed sheets were stuck to the palm of his hand. He shook it around a bit, and saw that it wasn't coming off.
"What the hell…?" Peter raised an eyebrow and made a weird expression, shaking his hand even harder. He grabbed the blanket with his other hand and pulled it off slowly. It made a noise a lot like ripping apart Velcro.
"Woahhh…" Peter cringed, looking closely at his hand. He could see pieces of the fabric still stuck to his palm. He had to pick them off little by little.
"Gross." He cringed. He heard a fly whizz past his face, causing him to jump. He very quickly shot upwards, hitting his head on the ceiling. He groaned in pain as he fell on his bed, clutching his head.
Then he suddenly sat up in bed again. Everything froze for a moment as the realization of everything that had just happened hit him…
"Do I…?" He exclaimed, standing up again. He brushed his hands up the back of his head and began to pace restlessly.
"Okay, okay, hold on…" Peter took in a breath. He looked down at his hands again before making his way to his desk. His eyes fell onto a weighty school history textbook; a perfect test.
He slapped his hand down onto the textbook and slowly lifted his hand up. The cover of the textbook stuck to his hand, and he was able to lift the entire textbook just by placing his palm on the top of it. As it dangled from his hand, his eyebrows furrowed a bit with intrigue.
"Wow, that's so weird!" He commented before the book slipped off of his palm, hitting the desk with a thud that startled him. He glanced at his hands again, and then up at the ceiling.
Peter then proceeded to jump up and press his palms into the ceiling. He'd done this plenty of times before, but this time instead of feeling his feet hit the floor again, he felt a sudden pull on his arms as he stuck to the ceiling.
"Woah woo!" Peter exhaled sharply as his feet swung a bit. He looked down at the ground, and then back up at his hands with a laugh. He allowed his right hand to slip off of the ceiling so that his entire body was dangling from the ceiling by just his one hand.
A rush of exhilaration went through him as it was now fully dawning on him what he could do. Peter brought his right hand back up to the ceiling and pulled himself up so that both of his hands as well as his feet were on the ceiling. He was surprised to discover that his feet stuck as well.
"Oh man, this is so cool! They're like a…like… Like a squirrel on a tree! Which…sounds lame." Peter said as he began to crawl across the ceiling of his room. He looked up towards the floor of his room.
"I wonder what else I can do."
Peter stretched out his arms and his legs a little bit as he now stood on the ceiling of his apartment building. There weren't a whole lot of other buildings nearby, and none that stood taller, so there was little risk of him being seen.
"Okay. We're just gonna start out slow. We'll just see how high I can jump." Peter decided with a nod, stretching his legs a little bit before bending his knees. He counted to three in his head, and then proceeded to jump upwards as high as he could manage.
To his surprise, he shot up into the air like a rocket! Peter's breath escaped him as he easily jumped several stories into the air, and he began to flail in a panic as he came back down towards the roof.
He landed awkwardly on his right foot, which caused him to bounce a bit and fall flat on his stomach and face. He groaned in discomfort.
"Ughh… That was awesome." He said weakly.
Clearly, he had a lot to figure out…