Anya sat upon the emergency room bench, twiddling her thumbs and shaking anxiously. A nurse came out from the doors and approached Anya slowly, sympathy on her face. "What is it? Is he okay? What happened?" she asked the nurse, hope held on her face. The nurse shook her head, "We don't know if he's going to make it. I'm sorry." Anya's heart dropped. "What?" she whimpered, "W- Can I at least see him!" The nurse shook her head again. "I'm afraid you cannot right now. He should hold out until tomorrow at night. Right now he's under a series of tests. I'm sorry," she replied. Anya couldn't find anything else to say, and stormed out of the hospital.
She didn't stop running until she got to her car and punched the side of it as hard as she could in anger. Before she threw another hit, she saw that she had smashed a dent in the side of the door. She looked down at her fist and then pulled open the car door, hopping in and driving off in a furious rage.
"Why!" she screamed in the car on her way to her apartment. She yelled over and over until finally she broke down into a deep sob. She tried to tell herself everything was going to be okay, but it was no use. She was way too upset and shaken up.
The next morning, Anya awoke to the sound of her alarm blasting in her ear. She reached over and smacked the off button, peering at the time which read 7:30. She did a double take and then leaped out of bed, remembering that she was supposed to meet Peter at the college at eight. After a quick ten minute shower, she brushed her teeth, put on her makeup, threw on some clothes and darted out the door.
She checked the clock on the dashboard in her car. 8:30. "Damn it," she mumbled, getting out of the car and slamming the door. She arrived at the front of the college to see that Peter was nowhere in sight. A smile crept across her face. 'Well, at least we have something in common,' she thought.
Peter's Third Person POV:
Pete was on his way to the college at 7:55, happy as could be. He strutted down the streets with a grin on his face, when all of a sudden a car sped passed him at high speed, two police cars following behind. 'Ah great,' he thought, and ran down the nearest alley, quickly ripping off his clothes and pulling his mask over his head. He leaped into the air and shot out a string of web, swinging through the city after the speeding car. With a double back flip, he landed onto the hood of the car and punched the top down, completely denting it and stopping the engine. The car came to a screeching halt and the doors flew open, the robbers fleeing. "Not so fast there guys, I wasn't finished talking to you," Spider-man sarcastically said, shooting out web at the two and pulling them back towards him. He gave a swift punch to one of them and them a kick to the other. Over and over he swung at the robbers, until finally they dropped to the street knocked out cold. When the last man fell, he quickly sprung into the air and swung off to the college where his date awaited.
Back to Anya's POV:
Anya checked her watch as she paced back and forth on the college campus, seeing that she had waited ten minutes. She shook her head in disappointment.
'Maybe he's just blowing me off,' she thought sadly, as she remembered how sweet Peter seemed. Then she remembered her father, and how she took time out of her day to go on this date instead of wait at the hospital. What was I thinking, she thought. "Hey! Sorry I'm late Anya. There was a disturbance," she heard a familiar voice say. All her thoughts stopped swimming through her head and all she could do was smile. She turned around to see Peter Parker, handsome and out of breath. She didn't know what it was about him, but whenever she heard his voice, she couldn't help but smile. "Hey, Peter! Don't even worry about it! It's just so good to see a friendly face right now," she said cheerfully, but ending quite sadly. Peter's smile fainted a bit. "Is something wrong?" he asked her.
Anya looked down at her hands and sighed, "My, um, father had an accident in his lab, and is in the hospital. They don't know if he's going to make it." A tear formed in her eye but she didn't let it fall. Peter held a look of sorrow on his face for her. "I'm so sorry to hear that," he said, "I hope he gets better." Anya shrugged and continued to look at her hands. "Yeah, well, let's try to forget about it. I want to have fun today," she said, stepping closer to Peter. The two then set off for the coffee shop down the road.
"Wow, that's amazing. I didn't know you could sing," Peter said to Anya, as the two sat down at the coffee shop. Anya had given a sample of her singing voice to Pete, after he begged her to let him hear. "Yeah well, it was a dream I've had ever since I was a little girl, but I never thought I was good enough," she replied modestly. Peter shook his head. "You're incredible!" he said. "You think so?" she asked.
Pete nodded, "I know so. You'd blow the judges away on American Idol, and even beat out that Kelly Clarkson or whatever her name is." Anya smiled which lit up her face. "Thanks Peter. No ones ever said that about me before," she practically whispered. He just smiled warmly, looking into her eyes. Anya looked down from his eyes, feeling quite embarrassed and picked up her fork to eat her salad. When she went to put it down, she realized that it was somehow stuck to her hand. 'Huh?' she thought, waving her hand to get it off. It still stuck. Pete looked down at her hand to see the problem. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Are you okay there?" She pulled the fork off of her hand and looked at her fingers. She gasped when she saw what looked like little hairs on the tips. "Uh, I'm fine. I just…nothing," she responded. She set her hand down and then picked it up again when she saw that her napkin was now stuck to her hand. She waved it up and down to try and get it off but it seemed like it was super glued. Peter seemed confused by her behavior and asked again, "Are you sure you're okay?" Anya looked up at him and shook her head. "I-I'm sorry Peter. I have to go. Thank you so much. I had a great time," she said, snatching her purse and starting to walk off. Peter stood up, a little confused. "But, is there something you want to talk about, er- "Sorry Pete, I have to go! I'll see you in class!" with that, she dashed down the streets to her apartment, leaving a baffled Peter Parker behind.
Storming up the stairs to her apartment, Anya burst through the door and slammed it shut, running into her bathroom and looking in the mirror. She lifted her hand to the light and saw the tiny little hairs that poked out of her fingers. "I don't understand," she whispered. She began to feel a little woozy and decided to take a nap before class started.
In the car on her way to class, all of her thoughts came swarming back to her. Thoughts of her father, thoughts of Peter, and even thoughts of her bizarre happenings. She just couldn't think strait, and she ended up missing the parking spot and crashing right into a streetlight. "This isn't happening," she thought as she got out of the car in a rage. She ran to the front and saw that the whole front of her car was smashed in.
"Why God? Why!" she yelled, throwing her hands into the air dramatically.
The doors of the class burst open and in came Anya, extremely pissed off and hot tempered. She didn't even speak to Doctor Conners and trudged over to her desk, slamming her books on top and plopping into her seat. She pulled out her writing pad and began to scribble down notes. In mid-sentence, she noticed that some sort of white substance had gotten onto her pen. She looked closer at it, when all of a sudden, a white sticky material in the form of a line of spider web shot out from her wrist and attached to the student in front of hers chair. Her mouth completely dropped and she sat in shock, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Without a second thought, she pulled back on the web, knocking the girl's chair out from under her. This was a huge mistake. The girl slowly got up from the floor, and turned around, a glare on her face.
"You think you're hilarious? Huh? What the hell was that for!" the girl yelled, attracting students from around the room. "I-I'm sorry. I-" Anya had immediately sprung from her seat, running for the exit of the class and not paying a second of attention to the shouts of the teacher and students.
She had sprinted out of the college doors and didn't stop until she got behind the building. She threw her back against the cold brick wall and slid down to the ground, closing her eyes and catching her breath. She looked down at her wrist, to see that there was what looked like a web-shaped tattoo, about as large as a quarter. Her eyes widened and she checked her hands again for the mini hairs. They were still present on her finger tips. "What's happening to me?" she whispered in shock, and then she remembered. "The lab accident," she began, "It must have…altered my DNA. But how? Oh yeah, the radioactive sustainers increased. I seem to…Oh my God. I have the genes of a spider…" She couldn't stop thinking about what she had concluded. She looked up at the tall school building and then down at her hands. "Spiders can climb vertical surfaces…" she thought out loud. She placed one hand on the building, and then the other, and very carefully managed to climb up the building side. Unbelievable, she thought. She kept her pace up the building and reached the top, looking down and seeing that she was really high. A little too high in fact. Without a second thought, she climbed onto the top of the building and walked to the edge, overlooking the New York traffic below her.