Chapter 4
Peter walked into his house after watching Mary-Jane go into hers. He came in to find Aunt May preparing the dinner and Uncle Ben looking for a job in the newspaper.
"Hey kiddo, how was your last day of high school?" Uncle Ben said cheerfully, giving him a hug.
"Uhhh.." He remembered beating Flash Thompson. "Well..." And then Mary-Jane. "Thanks for being a good friend..." she had said.
"Great." He said, smirking.
"Thats great, sweetie. We've gotten your suit for tomorrows graduation. It's upstairs on your bed," Aunt May said while placing some rice into a siv.
"Oh... Okay. I'm gonna go upstairs, I... uh, have a few things I need to take care of. Hold on." Peter said and gestured to the stairs. He dashed upstairs and looked at himself in the mirror. He held one hand up and noticed, very faint, almost invisible hairs. If you weren't looking for them, you would never notice them.
"Cool." He ran a hand through his hair and noticed something sticky in his hair. He pulled it out. It was stuck so tight that he could hardly get it off. When he finally managed to get some of it off, he noticed that it was tough white thread. He raised an eyebrow at this.
Never seen anything like this before.
He tossed it aside and lay down on his bed. He heard Aunt May calling him from downstairs and got up to leave, but not before he heard a faint "thwip" as he turned to leave. He wondered if he had another mouse in his room. He checked under his bed and around in his room.
"Uhhh... hold on Aunt May," He said. He went over to his desk to pick up a flashlight before it happened again. Right when he'd picked up the flashlight, he heard the sound. The flashlight had stuck to him. He tried to let it go but it wouldn't budge. He turned his arm over to see a small, faint slit in his wrist. Coming out of it was the white substance.
"Okay, I think there is now something seriously wrong with me..." He said. He pryed the flashlight off and examined his wrist. He tried making the stuff come out at will, but to no avail. He flexed his fingers, hoping something would happen. He folded his two middle fingers in and his wrist jerked as he sent a strand of the substance flying through the air and attaching to the wall.
It was a web. Thousands of strands of webbing curled around each other to make one thick strand. He tugged on it and felt the wall go with him.
"Crap, Okay, scratch that. This stuff is tougher than I would've thought." He tried snapping it, but it simply bent. He released it and it fell limply on his floor, still attached to the wall.
"Oh well, I'll just have to say I have a spider infestation or something...." He said, laughing as he went downstairs.
"Hey buddy, have some meatloaf!" Uncle Ben exclaimed, motioning for Peter to sit down next to him.
"Okay, Thanks." He said and sat down at the table.
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Mary Jane was distraught. She felt like she had lost everything in her life that ever had any meaning at all. She had lost a father to alcohol long ago, so that was nothing new. Her mother was practically going insane, having to deal with her father and the finances. Her friends had deserted her when she broke up with Flash and started publicly standing up for Peter and befriending him. Of course, they'd always been friends. But at school it was more of a saying "Hi" in the halls type of friendship. They never were that close until now. There were other guys trying to get her to be their girlfriend once they heard she'd had it with Flash and it drove her crazy. She couldn't stand the way people made fun of Peter, and she couldn't stand the fact that after graduation she had nowhere to really go. She didn't have enough money for an apartment, well, yet. She had a job as a clerk for a while, but so far her total amount of money was only three-hundred dollars. She would have to work two jobs to be able to keep an apartment for more than a few months in Manhattan. She felt like she was being pushed into something too fast and she wasn't ready for it at all. The only real steady thing in her life was Peter. He was always there for her no matter what. She felt like she could always rely on him. He made her feel like she could do anything, be anything. She turned her head to her window and stared out at the house next-door. She sighed and decided she'd better go and start calling some places for work.
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Peter went back upstairs with a paper after dinner. He thought it would be a good time to get a job, because he didn't want to have Harry and his father pay for all the rent. He wanted to help out too, even if he wasn't that much help. He opened the paper and started skimming for jobs when a particular ad caught his eye. It read:
$3000.00 CASH PRIZE
For 3 minutes in the ring
with the Crusher! Accepting
applicants now!
He read over the directions to the place and an idea popped up in his mind.
I could get some money to start myself off... I wouldn't need to work until next month!
He read that the event would take place tomorrow.
"Aw, crap." He groaned. Graduation was tomorrow. Well, he'd just have to slip out early. I mean, this thing started at 8 PM, and Graduation ended at about 8 or so, it would depend.
Ugh, how am I gonna get home? Uncle Ben could drive me... no, that would be stupid, he wouldn't let me leave early in the first place... I could walk? No... bike? No... too far, and would take too long. Ah, I'll just have to take the subway. I'll bring my wallet filled with all of 5 dollars.
He finally laid down in his bed two hours later and stared up at the ceiling.
"Things are going good."
A/N Sorry if this chapter was short, I just felt like this would be a good place to end it. It'd be better to start the next chapter off with the graduation eh? It'll be a longer chapter though, maybe the longest so far. :)
Peter walked into his house after watching Mary-Jane go into hers. He came in to find Aunt May preparing the dinner and Uncle Ben looking for a job in the newspaper.
"Hey kiddo, how was your last day of high school?" Uncle Ben said cheerfully, giving him a hug.
"Uhhh.." He remembered beating Flash Thompson. "Well..." And then Mary-Jane. "Thanks for being a good friend..." she had said.
"Great." He said, smirking.
"Thats great, sweetie. We've gotten your suit for tomorrows graduation. It's upstairs on your bed," Aunt May said while placing some rice into a siv.
"Oh... Okay. I'm gonna go upstairs, I... uh, have a few things I need to take care of. Hold on." Peter said and gestured to the stairs. He dashed upstairs and looked at himself in the mirror. He held one hand up and noticed, very faint, almost invisible hairs. If you weren't looking for them, you would never notice them.
"Cool." He ran a hand through his hair and noticed something sticky in his hair. He pulled it out. It was stuck so tight that he could hardly get it off. When he finally managed to get some of it off, he noticed that it was tough white thread. He raised an eyebrow at this.
Never seen anything like this before.
He tossed it aside and lay down on his bed. He heard Aunt May calling him from downstairs and got up to leave, but not before he heard a faint "thwip" as he turned to leave. He wondered if he had another mouse in his room. He checked under his bed and around in his room.
"Uhhh... hold on Aunt May," He said. He went over to his desk to pick up a flashlight before it happened again. Right when he'd picked up the flashlight, he heard the sound. The flashlight had stuck to him. He tried to let it go but it wouldn't budge. He turned his arm over to see a small, faint slit in his wrist. Coming out of it was the white substance.
"Okay, I think there is now something seriously wrong with me..." He said. He pryed the flashlight off and examined his wrist. He tried making the stuff come out at will, but to no avail. He flexed his fingers, hoping something would happen. He folded his two middle fingers in and his wrist jerked as he sent a strand of the substance flying through the air and attaching to the wall.
It was a web. Thousands of strands of webbing curled around each other to make one thick strand. He tugged on it and felt the wall go with him.
"Crap, Okay, scratch that. This stuff is tougher than I would've thought." He tried snapping it, but it simply bent. He released it and it fell limply on his floor, still attached to the wall.
"Oh well, I'll just have to say I have a spider infestation or something...." He said, laughing as he went downstairs.
"Hey buddy, have some meatloaf!" Uncle Ben exclaimed, motioning for Peter to sit down next to him.
"Okay, Thanks." He said and sat down at the table.
---
Mary Jane was distraught. She felt like she had lost everything in her life that ever had any meaning at all. She had lost a father to alcohol long ago, so that was nothing new. Her mother was practically going insane, having to deal with her father and the finances. Her friends had deserted her when she broke up with Flash and started publicly standing up for Peter and befriending him. Of course, they'd always been friends. But at school it was more of a saying "Hi" in the halls type of friendship. They never were that close until now. There were other guys trying to get her to be their girlfriend once they heard she'd had it with Flash and it drove her crazy. She couldn't stand the way people made fun of Peter, and she couldn't stand the fact that after graduation she had nowhere to really go. She didn't have enough money for an apartment, well, yet. She had a job as a clerk for a while, but so far her total amount of money was only three-hundred dollars. She would have to work two jobs to be able to keep an apartment for more than a few months in Manhattan. She felt like she was being pushed into something too fast and she wasn't ready for it at all. The only real steady thing in her life was Peter. He was always there for her no matter what. She felt like she could always rely on him. He made her feel like she could do anything, be anything. She turned her head to her window and stared out at the house next-door. She sighed and decided she'd better go and start calling some places for work.
---
Peter went back upstairs with a paper after dinner. He thought it would be a good time to get a job, because he didn't want to have Harry and his father pay for all the rent. He wanted to help out too, even if he wasn't that much help. He opened the paper and started skimming for jobs when a particular ad caught his eye. It read:
$3000.00 CASH PRIZE
For 3 minutes in the ring
with the Crusher! Accepting
applicants now!
He read over the directions to the place and an idea popped up in his mind.
I could get some money to start myself off... I wouldn't need to work until next month!
He read that the event would take place tomorrow.
"Aw, crap." He groaned. Graduation was tomorrow. Well, he'd just have to slip out early. I mean, this thing started at 8 PM, and Graduation ended at about 8 or so, it would depend.
Ugh, how am I gonna get home? Uncle Ben could drive me... no, that would be stupid, he wouldn't let me leave early in the first place... I could walk? No... bike? No... too far, and would take too long. Ah, I'll just have to take the subway. I'll bring my wallet filled with all of 5 dollars.
He finally laid down in his bed two hours later and stared up at the ceiling.
"Things are going good."
A/N Sorry if this chapter was short, I just felt like this would be a good place to end it. It'd be better to start the next chapter off with the graduation eh? It'll be a longer chapter though, maybe the longest so far. :)