Whoa. Hello? Anyone here? Where is everybody?

Ha ha, sorry I have taken so long! I have been a bitch, leaving you guys waiting, and I didn't mean to. You guys have been very patient and I thank you. Hopefully I will tackle my curse of writer's block and get into the habit, as if my life depended on it! Maybe a few death threats or two would keep me in check...let's try that.

Anyway, onto the next episode! And again, I must really, really apologize for not updating in ages. As a freshman in high school, things have been entirely new to me...and now it is summer and I have plenty of time in my hands. Thank you for your cooperation.

Chapter 5: Peter's prized first place science fair trophy

One of the worst things about swapping with someone else whose life is entirely different from yours is that you wouldn't know how they do their profession at work. Thankfully for Otto though, Peter doesn't have a profession--he spends his days in gay tights saving people's lives, also taking and posing pictures for himself for a living. Otto could only smirk at the irony of it all. Sly, Parker, sly, he thought. Peter spent all morning teaching Otto how to use his Spidey powers; it proved to be a lot harder than the ex-villain thought.

"Dammit Otto! You got some web in my eyes!" Peter sighed irritably, taking the sticky substance off his face. Otto was practicing how to shoot out web, but it would go off bouncing off the walls, web substance everywhere.

"Well, excuse me for skipping superhero class,"Otto said sarcastically, crossing his arms. "It wasn't very fun when you put web stuff in my eyes, so there."

Peter went to a closet full of crap, and found an old dart board. "Here, practice your aiming at this thing. I'm going to clean up in here." Peter hung it up in the back of the front door.

Otto pulled back his sleeves, eyeing the dart board carefully. He looked at his wierd wrist, watching how there's an opening where the web goes through. How did Peter even knew how to shoot out spider web? Strange, how the idea of having your fingers showing a rock sign was the very way how to swing. Did Peter go into some rock concert and accidentally shot out some web?

Otto looked at the center point of the dart board, pointing at it with his hands. He hesitated for a few seconds, before making a rock sign, shooting out a glob of web.

Splat!

Otto's eyes widened. Did he see it right? Did he made the center point shot?

"Cool..." He smirked, looking at his wrist then back at the dart board. He did it again.

Perfect shot.

He shoots three times, each glob of web topping each other.

He shoots facing forward, facing backward, in between the legs, with both hands or with one.

He was doing dances while shooting out. He boredly read a book while shooting out. He climbed the ceiling. Drank a glass of orange juice. Did the dishes.Even the laundry.

But what he did not do was with his eyes closed. In each, he'd look in the corner of his eyes for safety measures. He then felt he was used to shooting out web, and then shot with his eyes closed.

But did he made it?

Splat!

Of course not.

Instead, Otto shot at what looked like Peter's prized first place science fair trophy, which happened to be sitting right next to the front door. And it was tipping over back and forth. Moving wobbly. Too close to the edge.

Otto flapped his arms in panic. "Oh crap!" he whispered with dread.

Then the trophy finally made it's decision to fall to the hard apartment floor. Otto tried to dive over to save the golden trophy...

CRASH!

"Otto, what the hell was that?" Peter yelled from the back rooms, probably still trying to get something to get the spider webs off the furniture (he's gone for a while...).

The trophy smashed in a million pieces. Otto cursed under his breath, unsure what to do. Boy, Peter's going to have a ball game with this!

"Uh," Otto nervously went down to the broken science fair trophy, where it seems like Peter have gotten it from the 9th grade science fair. "It's nothing! R-really!"

"Are you sure?" Peter called out, "It sounded like you broke a glass or something..."

If anything, a true science geek knows better than to damage another science geek's prized first place trophy.

Otto freaked out and felt what seems to be a spidey sense, giving him a major headache. So, in a split second, he brushed the broken trophy fragments underneath the couch next to it (he'll fix it later), replacing the trophy's place with a vase of Mary Jane's flowers.

Peter entered in the front room, confused. "What was that noise?"

"I dunno."

Both older men stared at each other in silence where you would only laugh at. Otto's face was sweating like mad and nervous. Peter's face was wide eyed and confused.

"Uh...okay...?"

Brriiingggg!

Otto jumped at the sudden sound of Peter's cell phone, safe in his pocket. Peter flinched, then rolled his eyes. "Who is it?"

Otto nodded and lifted the cell phone, to see it was a call from the Daily Bugle. "Hello?"

"PARKER!" there came the booming voice of the ever lovin' Jameson, probably smoking his fifth cigar for the morning.

Otto jumped at the man's gruff yell, not used to the loudness of the Daily Bugle editor.

"Y-yes sir---"

"GET YOUR FREAKN ASS OVER HERE! WE NEED YOU TO SHOOT SOME PICTURES OF THE WEB MENACE!"

Peter was giggling at Jameson's outburst, it was a good thing he's taking a break from being Peter Parker for a while.

"Okay--"

"THEN GET THE HELL OVER HERE OR ELSE YOU'RE FIRED!"

Then he hang up. Otto blinked a few times.

"I didn 't do anything..."

"Oh, don't worry about JJ," Peter was still laughing, "you do not know how many times he fired me and 'unfired' me."

"Then I better go then," Otto nodded, still shookened from Jameson's outburst, "I'll train later."

Peter nodded and gave Otto the jacket he wears all the time and the Daily bugle ID tag. He also gave him his lucky camera from Uncle Ben and some money in the wallet. Otto hadn't started with swinging yet.

"Here, you'll need these," Peter gave Otto some pictures he already took from yesterday, "I'll teach you how to take pictures.See ya!"

"Don't I have to go to school?" Otto was reminded suddenly of his old friend Curt, eager to see him again.

"No, today's Sunday. I get a break today."

Otto nodded at Peter's response and made his famous salute. "See ya."

Before Otto could leave the apartment, Peter took notice of Mary Jane's flower vase.

"Where did that come from? Wasn't something else there a minute ago?"

"I dunno."

Both men stared at each other again.

"I'm going!" Otto broke the silence and stormed out the apartment.

"Bye!" Peter chirped, closing the door. Then he eyed the vase some more.

"Wasn't there a prized first place science fair trophy of mine, that I stupidly placed there for no reason but only to be knocked over and destroyed by the guy that's practicing dangerously how to shoot out web, there a minute ago? Hmmm..." Peter thought some more, then shrugged and went to clean up the furniture of the spider web.

"Guess not."

Whoa, Peter's clueless than I originally thought! So much for his prized first place science fair trophy!

This may seem like a short chapter, but I'm going to keep doing that until my old habits come back. New ideas are sure to come!

Next: Otto's continuously yelled at by JJJ, getting flirts from Betty Brant, and someone ate the last damn oreo cookies in the vending machine! Plus, your friendly neighborhood Doctor Octopus is soon to come!