Peter entered the exhibit barely able to contain his excitement. He was furiously snapping pictures here and there of various types of machinery and spiders. He stopped when he saw the dangerous glares he was getting from Flash and his gang. He didn't want to cause a scene if Flash decided to punch his face in. He was barely listening when the tour guide was explaining how they used genetics from several spiders to create 15 super spiders. He was too busy examining each and every one. One of them seemed to be pulling a rock up to a branch with webbing - except the rock was at least twice it's size! Another leaped clear across the length of it's cage effortlessly.
"Cool..." He muttered.
"Hey Pete, c'mon," He heard Harry hiss at him from across the room. The group was already leaving.
"Yeah, Hold on..." He was fumbling with the lense cap on his camera when he felt an intense jolt of pain on his hand.
He looked down to see an irritated red bite mark. To his left he saw a small spider scurrying under a desk and out of sight.
What if it's posionous...
"Coming Harry," He said, rushing off.
When he got into the next room he saw the exhibit was at an end. The group was wrapping up whatever they were doing and people were leaving. It was only one o clock so Peter thought it'd be a good idea to pick up some paint tools for Uncle Ben. He walked ove to the exit, putting his camera back in it's bag and looked once more at the angry, irritated skin on his hand. He frowned and wondered for a moment if he should see a doctor. It's probably nothing, I'm sure this happens all the time here. Besides, not all spiders are poisonous...
"Pete!"
He turned around to see Mary Jane rushing over to him.
"Oh... uh... Hey, Mary Jane..." He stuttered. She smiled and replied, "Hey, thanks for helping me out this morning. I actually feel a lot better. It's nice to know they're people like you out there, Pete." She said breathlessly.
"Oh, uh... it was nothing, MJ." He said.
She smiled and there was an awkward silence in which they just stared at each other. The silence was broken by a "Hey Peter," from behind him.
It was Harry. He came up behind them and smiled brightly.
"Hey Pete. Oh uh, Hey MJ," He turned back to Peter, "My father's just gotten most of your stuff moved in, so we're good for now." He said.
"Thanks Harry." Peter replied.
==
Mary Jane noticed that Peter always seemed extremely nervous when he spoke to her. At first she thought it was probably because he was always like that, but when she saw him speaking to Harry as well she knew it musn't be that. She was touched by his kind and considerate words and wondered what he had ever done to deserve the reputation he had. The nerd, the one you don't want to be friends with if you value your rep. He was truly different, and Mary Jane found herself looking at him in a new light. She never thought she'd see Peter as her best friend, but it seemed like he was now. As she walked home by herself, she wondered where he was. If he was home, she could maybe go and talk to him. There was no way she was going home early, she barely got home before seven most days just to delay the time until she'd have to go into that terrible place. She actually felt like she missed Pete, and it felt weird.
I'm not falling for Peter Parker, am I?
She couldn't answer that herself.
--
Peter got home just in time that day to help Aunt May cook dinner. He saw MJ going into her house from outside the window and wondered for a moment why she was out so late.
Probably doing something fun with her friends... without me...
It was stupid for him to think that MJ would want to be around him. It was stupid to think that she would even want to be his friend. He was the one everyone avoided at school.
But she's different... Another side of him argued. She helped him out at school, stood up for him. It felt good to have her there. She probably only did it out of sympathy anyways.
His stomach gave a violent lurch and he wondered if what he had for lunch that day was getting to him. His vision started to spin and he was getting a little dizzy.
"Uhh... Aunt May, I'm uh, gonna go upstairs and take a nap really fast y'know I'm kinda tired..." He said, steadying himself with one hand on the wall.
"Oh, are you alright Peter?" She asked looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, uh, see ya," He said, dashing up the stairs and collapsing on his bed.
===
He woke up in the middle of the night feeling completely drained. He could barely pull himself up. He'd missed dinner and suddenly felt famished. He reluctantly fell off his bed and got up. He pulled his glasses on and walked down the stairs, only to find that he'd crashed into the railing on the stairs. He groaned and noticed that his glasses were blurry. He pulled them off and found he could see perfectly. Putting them on again, it was blurry.
Woah... my perscription must have changed drastically or something...
He walked down the stairs, discarding the glasses on the table and went into the kitchen. He opened the oven and found his plate of chicken and rice and took it out. He ate it extremely fast and was still hungry. After eating much of the cupboard and refrigerator, he went outside to take the trash out. He walked lazily over to the trash bin and noticed that he barely felt the weight in his hands. Usually he had to struggle to get it out the door, but this time he felt like he was holding onto a feather.
That's even weirder, maybe the trash was just mostly cardboard today or something...
He put it in the trash can and looked around his house. He decided to get the paint things out of the garage to bring in for tomorrow. He opened the garage door and went inside. He looked under the car and groaned. Some animal must have kicked the paint can off the steps and it was now rolled under Uncle Ben's car. He reached under the car but found he couldn't reach it. He then proceeded to put his head and half his body under while steadying himself with his hand on the car.
Almost there...
He reached out and grabbed it, but not before the car was lifted clear off the ground.
He had pushed the car off the ground.
Pushed it. Off. The ground.
"Woah...." He said. The car felt suprisingly light.
"Okay, now this is where we have no explanation..." He said, putting the car down. It must weigh tons. There was no way he'd be able to do that. Ever. He dashed up into his room and sat on his bed thinking of every possible reason that this could be happening. He was confused and tired, so he decided to just go to bed and figure it out in the morning. He pulled off his shirt and was about to get into bed before he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. He turned around and looked shocked. His figure was muscular. Peter Parker, muscular. Those words were never in a sentence together. He had a six pack and his muscles were rock hard.
"Well. That explains it." He said. He wondered how in the world he got like this. He'd never been to a gym in his life, let alone done regular excersise. He was always the kid who could barely lift a 10 pound bar in gym class.
"Too weird..." He said. He was overcome with exhaustion and decided that it was probably a dream or something and he'd wake up in the morning just the same old Peter Parker. As he fell on his bed and was on the verge of sleep, he faintly remembered a spider crawling across his hand.
"Cool..." He muttered.
"Hey Pete, c'mon," He heard Harry hiss at him from across the room. The group was already leaving.
"Yeah, Hold on..." He was fumbling with the lense cap on his camera when he felt an intense jolt of pain on his hand.
He looked down to see an irritated red bite mark. To his left he saw a small spider scurrying under a desk and out of sight.
What if it's posionous...
"Coming Harry," He said, rushing off.
When he got into the next room he saw the exhibit was at an end. The group was wrapping up whatever they were doing and people were leaving. It was only one o clock so Peter thought it'd be a good idea to pick up some paint tools for Uncle Ben. He walked ove to the exit, putting his camera back in it's bag and looked once more at the angry, irritated skin on his hand. He frowned and wondered for a moment if he should see a doctor. It's probably nothing, I'm sure this happens all the time here. Besides, not all spiders are poisonous...
"Pete!"
He turned around to see Mary Jane rushing over to him.
"Oh... uh... Hey, Mary Jane..." He stuttered. She smiled and replied, "Hey, thanks for helping me out this morning. I actually feel a lot better. It's nice to know they're people like you out there, Pete." She said breathlessly.
"Oh, uh... it was nothing, MJ." He said.
She smiled and there was an awkward silence in which they just stared at each other. The silence was broken by a "Hey Peter," from behind him.
It was Harry. He came up behind them and smiled brightly.
"Hey Pete. Oh uh, Hey MJ," He turned back to Peter, "My father's just gotten most of your stuff moved in, so we're good for now." He said.
"Thanks Harry." Peter replied.
==
Mary Jane noticed that Peter always seemed extremely nervous when he spoke to her. At first she thought it was probably because he was always like that, but when she saw him speaking to Harry as well she knew it musn't be that. She was touched by his kind and considerate words and wondered what he had ever done to deserve the reputation he had. The nerd, the one you don't want to be friends with if you value your rep. He was truly different, and Mary Jane found herself looking at him in a new light. She never thought she'd see Peter as her best friend, but it seemed like he was now. As she walked home by herself, she wondered where he was. If he was home, she could maybe go and talk to him. There was no way she was going home early, she barely got home before seven most days just to delay the time until she'd have to go into that terrible place. She actually felt like she missed Pete, and it felt weird.
I'm not falling for Peter Parker, am I?
She couldn't answer that herself.
--
Peter got home just in time that day to help Aunt May cook dinner. He saw MJ going into her house from outside the window and wondered for a moment why she was out so late.
Probably doing something fun with her friends... without me...
It was stupid for him to think that MJ would want to be around him. It was stupid to think that she would even want to be his friend. He was the one everyone avoided at school.
But she's different... Another side of him argued. She helped him out at school, stood up for him. It felt good to have her there. She probably only did it out of sympathy anyways.
His stomach gave a violent lurch and he wondered if what he had for lunch that day was getting to him. His vision started to spin and he was getting a little dizzy.
"Uhh... Aunt May, I'm uh, gonna go upstairs and take a nap really fast y'know I'm kinda tired..." He said, steadying himself with one hand on the wall.
"Oh, are you alright Peter?" She asked looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, uh, see ya," He said, dashing up the stairs and collapsing on his bed.
===
He woke up in the middle of the night feeling completely drained. He could barely pull himself up. He'd missed dinner and suddenly felt famished. He reluctantly fell off his bed and got up. He pulled his glasses on and walked down the stairs, only to find that he'd crashed into the railing on the stairs. He groaned and noticed that his glasses were blurry. He pulled them off and found he could see perfectly. Putting them on again, it was blurry.
Woah... my perscription must have changed drastically or something...
He walked down the stairs, discarding the glasses on the table and went into the kitchen. He opened the oven and found his plate of chicken and rice and took it out. He ate it extremely fast and was still hungry. After eating much of the cupboard and refrigerator, he went outside to take the trash out. He walked lazily over to the trash bin and noticed that he barely felt the weight in his hands. Usually he had to struggle to get it out the door, but this time he felt like he was holding onto a feather.
That's even weirder, maybe the trash was just mostly cardboard today or something...
He put it in the trash can and looked around his house. He decided to get the paint things out of the garage to bring in for tomorrow. He opened the garage door and went inside. He looked under the car and groaned. Some animal must have kicked the paint can off the steps and it was now rolled under Uncle Ben's car. He reached under the car but found he couldn't reach it. He then proceeded to put his head and half his body under while steadying himself with his hand on the car.
Almost there...
He reached out and grabbed it, but not before the car was lifted clear off the ground.
He had pushed the car off the ground.
Pushed it. Off. The ground.
"Woah...." He said. The car felt suprisingly light.
"Okay, now this is where we have no explanation..." He said, putting the car down. It must weigh tons. There was no way he'd be able to do that. Ever. He dashed up into his room and sat on his bed thinking of every possible reason that this could be happening. He was confused and tired, so he decided to just go to bed and figure it out in the morning. He pulled off his shirt and was about to get into bed before he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. He turned around and looked shocked. His figure was muscular. Peter Parker, muscular. Those words were never in a sentence together. He had a six pack and his muscles were rock hard.
"Well. That explains it." He said. He wondered how in the world he got like this. He'd never been to a gym in his life, let alone done regular excersise. He was always the kid who could barely lift a 10 pound bar in gym class.
"Too weird..." He said. He was overcome with exhaustion and decided that it was probably a dream or something and he'd wake up in the morning just the same old Peter Parker. As he fell on his bed and was on the verge of sleep, he faintly remembered a spider crawling across his hand.