(WARNING: Once again, this chapter does not include any members of X-Men Evolution. This is just about how Peter got his powers.)

(A/N: This chapter will be in Peter's POV.)

I woke up at around 7 the next morning. At first, I didn't know where I was, or what happened the night before. All I new was that my head felt like at weight 180 pounds...but it slowly got bettet, but when I realized I was on the floor next to my bed, everything came to me. I slowly reached around for my glasses, and put them on. But something was different...everything was blurry! I took them off...and everything was as clear as day! On again...blurry. Off agian...Clear!

"...weird..." I said very puzzled putting the glasses on the table, but that wasn't as nearly as weird what I saw when I looked in the mirror after taking off my shirt. It was me...with a six pack! Not only that, I was about as cut as a professional basketball player. "My god...." was the only thing I could say at that point as I was flexing my muscles in the mirror. I just starred at myself until I heard my Aunt May calling me from downstairs.

"Peter!" She yelled.

"Yeah!?" I answered very quickly still in shock over my appearance.

"Feeling any better!?" She asked.

"Uhh...yeah..." I replied. "I fell fine!" ~Should I tell her?~ I thought to myself.

"Anything different? Any change?" she asked.

"Change? Oh Yeah! Big Change!" ~Maybe I shouldn't tell her...it's no need to get her worked up over this.~

"Well, hurry up! Breakfast is almost ready!"

I quickly looked at the clock...7:35... ten minutes till school. "Right..." I said quietly. I got dressed and got my school stuff as quickly as I can...which was surprisingly very quickly, and raced down the stairs jumping over the last 4 steps.

"Gracious!" My aunt said surprised at my energy.

"Jesus!" followed my uncle. "I thou...I thought you were sick!" He said with a lot of excitement.

"I got better." I relied. I walked to the front door and grabbed my coat. "I'll see you guys later." I said

"No breakfast?" My aunt asked thinking I might be still sick

"Can't. The bus is gonna leave without me again if I don't leave now,"

"Hey Michelangelo!" my uncle called to me. "Don't forget we're paint the kitchen right after school!" he said with his usual big smile.

"Sure thing Uncle Ben!" I replied. "Don't stat without me!" I said pointing to him.

"And don't start up with me," he said with a wink. I walked out of the house, but just as I closed the door, the next door neighbor's door swung oped very quickly, and that beautiful girl I told you about, Mary Jane, walked out of the house very quickly followed by her father who was wearing sweats and a wife-beater.

"I don't care what she says!" he yelled at her stopping at his fence. "Your trash! That's all you'll every be!!"

"I have to go to school..." she said back with her voice cracking making it obvious she was crying.

"Eh, who's stoppin' ya!" yelled her once more walking back into his house. Remember when I said she was like and angel flying out of hell? Well, her dad makes it hell. I can remember that happening almost everyday. Not to mention the intense yelling every night. When she was almost out of my sight, I began to following her. (I wasn't stalking her, we're both just going to school) After about a minute of walking, she finally stopped, I just stood there looking at the ground.

~Ok, Peter.~ I thought to myself getting nervous. ~This is your chance! Just go up to her.. Tell her she looks up set and ask her wha-~ My trail of thought was interrupted by a black Mustang pulling over to where MJ was, and watched as she walked in the car. "Or not..." I said to myself watching the black Mustang drive away followed by the bus....THE BUS!!!

"HEY!" I yelled as I ran into the street as fast as I could chasing the bus. "HEY!" I yelled one more time pounding on the paper decoration on the bus. "STOP THE BUS!" I began pounding on the bus harder...and now that I think about it...I think it dented... "PLEASE! STOP THE BUS" I said one last time. I was about to yell again, but as I lifted my hand from the bus, the paper decoration stuck to my hand and ripped off the bus. I stopped running in the middle of the street and tried to shake off the paper, but it wouldn't come off. I finally had to yank it off of my hand. I looked straight ahead... the bus was out of sight. "Looks like I'm walking..."

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The rest of the day went normally...until lunch. Me and Harry were sitting at a table eating our lunch talking about how badly he failed his geometry test. "Well, I got to go." said Harry finishing his lunch. I need to go to Mr. Landau's room to get some tutoring. I laughed. "Tutoring?? Since when do you go to tutoring?" I asked.

"Since Mr. Landau said I can take a re-test if I go." He said smiling. "See you later."

"Later..." I said. I still had about ten minutes left to my next class, so I just kept eating my lunch...that is...until I saw MJ in the lunch line. I was staring again. She got her lunch and walked by me not even noticing me. Just then, I had a....a....well....it's kinda hard to explain...lets just say I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. I quickly noticed it in the corner of my eye. MJ tripped over something and was falling backwards. I quickly got up and caught her. I looked up and say her lunch flying in the air with her tray. I caught the tray, and all of her food in a neat pile on the tray.

"Wow!" I heard her say right next to me. Close to me... close enought to... "Great reflexes!" she said obviously very amazed. "Thanks..."

"No problem," I told her. Usually, I would be shivering or stuttering big time right about now, bur for some reason...I felt very calm.

"Your eyes..." she said to me. I had a calm facial expression, but I was panicking on the inside. With all of the strange things happening, I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes turned red or something. "There blue," ....Phew!.... "I didn't notice with your glasses. Did you get contacts?" she asked me.

I wanted to answer, but I was so damn relieved that my eyes weren't mutating or something, all I could do is smile a very goofy smile. She laughed. "Ok, well, see ya." She said and walked away. I sat down on my chair slamming my hands my lunch tray.

~Oh my-freakin-god Pete!~ I attacked myself. ~What were you thinking!? Why didn't you ans-~ My trail of thought was once again interrupted when I lifted up my hand. My plastic fork was stuck to it! I was then reminded of earlier that morning when that decoration on the bus stuck to my hand. "The hell is happening?" I asked myself getting annoyed with this...oh, by the way...it happened to me before in math class, my pencil got stuck to my hand that time. I took the fork of my hand, but this time, something come out of my hand stuck to the fork. It looked like a couple of pieces of string coming out of my wrist. I looked at it very puzzled, then pointed my wrist to a lunch tray on the table in front of mine. Just then, another couple pieces of string come out and stuck to the tray. ~Holy hell!~ I thought to myself. I looked around, It seemed like not one noticed. Without thinking, I tried pulling the string toward me...but the lunch tray came with it! I dodged the lunch tray... but it hit the absolute last person I'd ever want to hit with anything. Flash Thompson. MJ's boyfriend, and my worst nightmare. I quickly got up I head towards the door...dragging the string and lunch tray with me. I was jogging to my locker to get my stuff and get to class, I ripped off the string from on the way there. While I was opening my locker, I had that weird feeling again. I began noticing everything around me that had the slightest bit of danger. I spit-wad, a banana peel, a paper airplane, a huge fist coming towards the back of my head very fast....~Holy Shit~

I quickly dodged the punch and turned around to see a very big, very buff, very mad, very scary Flash Thompson. "Think your pretty funny, don't you, Parker?" he said with a very scary voice.

"Flash!" I heard MJ call from a crowd surrounding us that i didn't even realize until that moment. "C,mon, Flash! I was just an accident."

"Yeah?" He answered back to her. "My fist in his face, that's the accident." He put his fists up as if he was in a boxing match. My heart was pounding faster than I could ever describe. I heard the crowd around me getting excited. He threw his first punch...and I dodged it with ease. Threw another punch...dodged it again.

"Harry!" I heard MJ say. Harry ran to where MJ was. "Harry! Help him!" I had that weird feeling again, and I took a step to my left and a guy who was trying to attack me from behind ran through where I used to be and ran into Flash.

"Which one?" I heard Harry say.

"He's all yours, man." I heard Flash's friend say. Flash then let out a yell of anger and just started throwing random punches at me....and I was dodging all of them with ease. After about five punches a grabbed his fist which was headed towards my stomach. I began crushing his wrist, once again with ease. I had a lot of thoughts going on in my head...it was all happening to fast.

~What should I do now?~ I thought to myself. ~Should I hit him? ....yes~ I then hit Flash in the stomach almost as hard as I could... and he went flying at least 4 or 5 feet before landing flat on his back. Now I was completely freaked out.

"Jesus, Parker," said the guy who tried to attack me from behind. "Your ARE a freak..." he said running towards Flash. ....~What do I do now?~ I didn't know what to do. I was still freaking out, so I did the only thing I could think of doing...I ran....

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I ran out of the school and down the street for around three blocks. I then ran into an alley. I stopped to rest. ~What the hell is happening?~ I asked myself. ~This is too crazy! Why is this happening to me? Whats going on!? WHY ME!?~ I looked at my hands again. I kept thinking to myself that this is only a dream and I would wake up soon....because believe me, this isn't the first time I had a dream about kicking Flash's ass. I leaned against the wall and looked up wondering when...or if...I was going to wake up. I then noticed something. It was a piece of barbed wire in a circle...with a spider web on it. I suddenly started to remember everything. The lab...the spider...the bit...everything! I looked at my palm one last time, and the looked at the back of my hand...and there it was, just like I remember it. The giant wart with the bite marks on it, except for the fact that it healed since the day before.

I then started to remember what that tour guide...oh what was her name....well anyway, I remember her saying that the spider that bit me was "genetically enhanced". I then remembered the details of what happened to me today...anything and everything out of the ordinary. The paper and the fork sticking to my hand - ~Spiders have intense grip which allows it to stick to walls~ Me punching Flash out - ~Spider's can lift nearly five times there own weight~ Sensing danger - ~ "...a spider sense"~

Even though this whole thing sounded insane, this was all starting to make sense. I looked at my palm one more time...and then looked at the wall that I was leaning on. ~That's...impossible...~ I kept telling myself, but if my theory is true... I put my left hand in the wall in front of me. I then put my right hand on the wall a little higher than left. I then put my left foot on the wall. ~This is impossible...~ I told my self one more time. Then, I climbed the wall. ....IT WORKED!... I was sticking to the wall! I climbed higher. Higher! Totally forgetting that I hated heights. ~Note to self: Nothing is impossible...~

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Ever since that day, I've often wondered...Why me? Did I get these powers for a reason? Is this some kind of sick jest of God? Or is at all a coincidence...Am I just a victim of science? Either way...it doesn't matter. I've been worried about how why I have these powers for too long. I haven't even taken notice that they're hundreds of other kids, who's had at a lot worse than me, wondering the same thing. Not to mention the fact that I see my powers as a gift, while some of the other kids see there powers as a curse...

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