An Arachnids Adventure

by MisterMcwhosawhatsit

Spider-man retold in the MCU. Technically an MCU-AU (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Alternate Universe) A complete retelling of Peter Parker's story/life from birth till possible death. Harem later on in the story, mature for a reason. The harem will NOT be the only focus of the story (although it will be 'a' main focus), so if you're expecting smut, begone until the later chapters.

12. Chapter 11

An Arachnids Adventure

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Chapter 11 - Return to Normalcy

"What the hell was that?!"

"Fuck if I know, I think a saw something run by!"

"No shit Sherlock, Some schmuck ran by with the perp, probably his accomplice-"

"Hush up! We've no confirmation as to what the hell is going on at the moment! Right now we need to chase down the suspect less they endanger any more pedestrians!"

Peter, in the midst of making his decision, faltered for only a second recognizing the groups' words behind him. Understanding that his plan now had to have a slight change.

Peter put these thoughts aside and looked towards the alleyway wall before him, all the more sure he had to quicken his actions lest the officers take any undue action whilst seeing a random man climbing a fire escape or any other random outcropping.

"Ok, Ok I can do this...just jump and grab the ledge, should be super easy with all this useless strength."

Peter looked upwards at a window edge that just so happened to be opened.

Realizing how large this gap was, Peter spoke in trepidation. "That's...pretty far…"

"Cap' they went this way!"

"You heard the man! Let go!"

Peter hearing Officer Stacy's hollering knew he couldn't get caught up in his own fears.

Casting his vertigo aside, Peter bent his knees then sprung up like a suppressed spring let free.

"Whooooahh!"

Peter now in the clutches of fate felt a strong surge of air come crashing his way, one unlike any he'd felt before, he closed his eyes in an attempt to protect his eyes.

Once the assaulting sensation ceased Peter opened his eyes and felt his stomach drop to the bottom of his gut.

"WHOOOOOOAAH! What the Fuck!"

Peter having completely overshot his initial target by a long run was now mid-air around 20 feet in the air over the 40-foot building he was initially aiming for. A whole 50 feet above the ledge he intended to grasp.

As if that wasn't the worst part of this endeavor, Peter was sailing through the air over the building beneath him and launching straight into a wall of the building behind it.

Peter had essentially jumped over the building he was initially intending to climb over.

Peter, nowhere near aware of the speeds he was currently traveling at felt an alarming mental pressure surge to life in his cranium, warning himself of the incoming danger he was literally barreling towards. His senses giving off every vibe they could.

"Really? Is this how it ends?! After everything I've been through today! This is what kills me? My own strength?!" Thoughts surged to life in Peter's mind.

Peter closed his eyes once more, mentally bracing himself for his newfound end.

…

…

…

"Nn? What happened?"

Peter having not felt the brutal squishing sensation he was expecting to find battering his body, opened his eyes to find himself around six inches away from his so-called death. The building-wall still stood thus he didn't barrel through the bricks nor plaster. Instead, there he was, standing there in front of the wall like an idiot…

"Wait...standing?" Peter, further realizing his situation once more looked down...what he saw wasn't the usual everyday New York bullshit he was expecting….nope what he saw was the top of what he could only assume to be the building he had 'accidentally' jumped over, but he didn't miraculously land on a ledge or anything of the like.

No, instead his feet were stuck to the wall...somehow...with his toes bent and flat against the wall. In some sort of almost instinctual pose, it had to be, after all, he didn't remember putting himself in it.

Peter took in his surroundings after the initial shock, realized his hands or more aptly his fingers, were pressed against the wall in a similar fashion to his toes…

"...Ok, so not standing...Well, this day just keeps getting weirder…" Peter, taking a second to gather himself commented inwardly.

Yet before he could really get into the cause and its implications of his current position, Peter felt his feet begin to start slipping, not to mention the Police jacket he had strapped over his shoulder, begin to flap and blow in the now unobstructed winds.

Peter recollecting himself once more for who knows what time today, grasped the jacket under his jaw and 'held' on for dear life with his fingers. He couldn't let the jacket go lest it end up in police hands and while Peter didn't know the entirety of the subject of Forensic Science, he had a pretty good feeling there was a decent chance that his fingerprints were all over this jacket.

Peter not hesitating to run his mental facilties on full capacity, realized he was essentially a deer in headlights, either he moved or his inevitable end would come sooner rather than later. Either by falling or by the police finding him, whether they would arrest him or if a few officers had itchy trigger fingers…Peter wasn't willing to take any undue chances.

Peter used his new hold onto the jacket to then grasp it into his mouth, clench his teeth and thusly freeing his head to look around for a 'way' out.

Peter saw an open window around ten feet up, knowing he had no choice Peter did his best to stable his feet, wishing and thinking with all he had that he wanted to grasp onto the wall, Peter found his once loosening grip firming up once more though not anywhere as tight as the grip by his fingers.

Peter after making sure he was good to go, lifted one hand, shifted his body then grasped-er placed his hand on the wall once more. This time in a different position than prior.

Peter whilst finding his current actions truly confounding, found that slowly but surely things were smoothening out, his once alien thought actions turned out to 'feel' far more 'natural' than initially thought possible.

Before even thirty seconds came to pass Peter found himself right in front of the open window.

"Okay, almost there…"

Peter peeked into the window and found no one there, realized the apartment was completely empty, no people, no furniture, no nothing.

"It must be unrented...good, if there's no tenant then that means I can hide the jacket here."

Peter opened the window to full capacity and crept through, finally standing upright once more Peter took a moment gradually get used to standing at full bipedal form again.

Peter looked for a place he could hide the jacket so no one would easily find it, should anyone come to inspect the apartment.

Peter eventually found a closet with an upper compartment, Peter doing his best to be light-footed and trying not to get his footprints and fingerprints anywhere opened the closet with his elbow and stuffed the jacket in the back of the upper compartment and then closed the closets sliding frame door with his elbows.

Peter then walked to the window he climbed out of and stood still, doing his best to hear what was going on outside.

This being the first time Peter had used his hearing prowess in such a high location, heard a myriad cluster of noises and voices echo out into his ears, Peter did his best to filter out everything until he heard George Stacy's voice come blaring to life.

"Here, this is the guy Captain!"

"He's out cold and battered, take him to the med team, then to the Ambulances"

"Captain we have footprints over here, most likely the runners."

"Can we nail his shoe brand and size?"

"We should be able to."

Peter, hearing this knew he couldn't hesitate any longer, he proceeded to close the window with his elbow and tiptoed to the door.

He opened the locks with his mid-knuckles, fingers curved and all. Then used the back of his hands to turn the doorknob, all the while listening in to his surroundings, making sure no one was in the hallway or on the stairs.

Though Peter was still new to his abilities he had to move and fast. Thus he didn't hesitate to move forward. Trusting in his hearing ability to the max.

A few minutes of sleuthing later Peter had managed to escape the apartment building unseen.

Peter began his now more calm run back a few streets trying to head back to the Ambulance crash site. All the while thinking about whether his plan would succeed or not. All he knew was that he couldn't leave the EMT to take the wrap for that sand monster-person.

Peter, now thinking back onto the nude, crying man in the midst of the swirling sand, thinking that he must have gotten away somehow for the police to have been chasing his own tracks instead of that...persons.

Before long Peter had beaten the police to the crash site, Peter looked on and saw that Reed and the little girl were both gone by now. More than likely gone with her to the med teams.

Johnny, however, was still present tending to the now awake EMT who had earlier passed out in his seat.

Peter did his best to sneak past them and began to run towards the original path he had tread. Doing his best to step in the same exact steps he had earlier. About five minutes in he came across two officers heading his way.

"You! Kid! Stop!" One of the officers shouted upon spotting Peter.

"Officer! I need your help!" Peter hollered.

Both officers upon seeing Peter was, in fact, a young man and that he was calling for help.

Both calmed down and then tensed up, upon realizing they were needed.

"What's the matter, son?"

"Sir I'm looking for a man, an EMT to be exact, he was taken..by tha-that thing!" Peter did his best to act as flustered as possible.

One of the Police officers finally noticed Peter's state of dress, whether the ripped and tattered clothing or the bloodstains all over his chest and abdomen.

"Son you're injured, hold on, whatever's going on it can wait."

Peter, hearing this knew they were buying it, and then didn't hesitate to let loose his trump card.

"I'm okay officer, most of it isn't mine, I've been doing my best to help the injured, ya' see, I was in an ambulance with my friend's Gwen Stacy and Cindy Moon, when that—that thing attacked, it flipped over the Ambulance.

Then we heard a bunch of shooting and then a roaring sound, then the ambulance shook again. I knew we needed to get out of there, so I carried both of the girls out of there until we came across a medical team sent by the Baxter Building. I knew some of them so I knew I could trust them with the girls.

Then I began a trek back here trying to get to the EMTs I had to leave behind but I saw that one of them was gone and then remembered the shaking and the roar, I realized he must have been taken so I followed the trail of that monster till I met you guys."

Peter hoped to all hope that they would bite the bait and believe him. Yet he didn't have long to worry as the Officers took no more than a second till he finished to speak up.

"Did you say Gwen Stacy? Are you speaking the truth young man?"

"If you're lying, then you should know the consequences won't be light."

"Yes sir, Gwen Stacy who goes to Midtown Middle School, we're classmates who were on a school trip today but something happened while we were at Oscorp. Hence the whole Ambulance situation."

"Young man you should come with us."

Peter hearing this knew his plan, for the most part, had worked. Not hesitating Peter spoke up.

"Yes sir but why, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Don't worry son, we're taking you to Captain Stacy, you need to tell him this yourself."

"You mean Captain George Stacy?"

"Yup, you know him, son?"

"Mm, I've met him a few times."

Peter's words had indeed calmed down the two Officers.

Peter followed the Officers' and their leisurely pace, while talking to them all the while.

A few minutes later Peter came across a familiar scene, though things had changed immensely, the scattered intersection now was more orderly than prior with officers standing about trying to help those injured and looking for clues to what had happened.

Peter pretended to be unfamiliar with the surroundings and moved closer to the two officers who had been escorting him.

The two officers took it as Peter being intimidated by the scenery change. Not that they would blame him after everything they had seen, let alone what he had said he'd been through.

"This way, son." One of the officers spoke up.

"Diego! Where's the Cap."

"Down the alleyway where the perp disappeared."

One of the two Officers by Peter's side called out to an officer who was standing around helping another Officer on the floor, a welt on his head. If Peter had looked toward the officers, he would have noticed the Officer on the floor was the one whose gun he'd used to shoot the Fire Hydrant.

The two Officers led Peter down the alleyway that was his escape way.

Peter eventually saw George Stacy listening to his subordinates report, standing tall and somewhat regal.

"Captain, we have something you'll want to hear."

One of the two Officers called attention to Peter's group.

George turned around and seeing Peter alongside two of his Officers was bewildered, to say the least. Peter not giving him a chance to speak up, explained everything he had to the two Officers prior, only this time calmer and clearer.

"...When I had left, Gwen was still passed out but I left her with Sue-er Susan Storm, my Docter, I have no doubt she's in the best hands."

George hearing everything Peter had said grew a few shades pales, hearing the fact that his little girl was in a car crash and had passed out or the fact that his men had opened fire with her and her classmates in the crossfire and she could have been shot made him both frightened and angry. Not a good combo by any means.

One of the officers in the background brought forward a mobile phone with a camera and showed Peter a picture, asking. "Is this the EMT who went missing?'

"Yes, Ma'am! That's him, I'm sure, whether me, Cindy, Gwen or the other EMT, we could all guarantee it."

"Enough, not now, damn it...Peter, I'm sorry but could I bother you to lead me to the med team that has Gwen?"

"Yes Sir, but it would be easier if you had a cell phone I could use to call Sue and find her position that way.

"Yes, that'll work." George grabbed the phone the woman was using to show the picture to Peter and handed it to him, he then went on to inform the second in command he would be gone and to continue investigating according to protocol.

Peter dialed Susan's number by heart. When she answered he told them he was coming over with George Stacy and would be there soon.

After hanging up Peter informed George where Gwen was currently located..only not long after doing so, darkness came for our young hero.

Peter, at one moment fine and standing tall the next passed out and fell towards the floor. If it weren't for the officer behind him he would have given the floor the ultimate trust test and come crashing down…

"Peter...Peter wa-..."

Flint Marko, 20 Minutes Prior,

'Where...am I...This headache...it's killing me…'

"FREEZE, We have you surrounded!"

"Captain, I already told you! Bullets don't work on this monster!"

"Silence! We stop this thing here and now!"

"But, Sir-"

"MEN! TAKE AIM!"

'All these voices...what's happening...so loud...want to make it quiet... need quiet…'

[GRAAAAAAAH]

"Move, Captain!"

"Holy Crap, What is this thing! Get to the Cap!"

[CRASH]

"Ahhhh!"

"OPEN FIRE!"

[BANG]

[CRAAAASH]

"Jesus Christ! it flipped the squad car! That's Martinez's! Where's Martinez!"

'What was that! That roar...is the Lab being attacked...have to wake up…'

Flint Marko for the first time in 30 or so minutes opened his eyes, what he saw...took his breath away.

'Where am I...did the experiment work...all I remember is the...pain. Then them, Alma...Keemia, Who, Who was it that dared sully their names!?'

Flint looked to his surroundings once more doing his best to understand what exactly was going on and where exactly he was.

'All these people...why, why do they look so afraid...of me? Why?'

Flint looked around and saw that he was currently in the middle of an intersection...only things were strange, cars crashed and wrecked, one flipped over, Police Officers all around, running and yelling...shooting.

'Wait shooting? At me? Wha-WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BODY!?'

[GROOOOAAR! BAAAOOOODY!]

'That noise again!...Wait...body? My body...that voice...that….that couldn't be me….could it? All these people yelling, shouting, screaming...at me? Shooting at me, this mess everywhere...Did I do this?'

[WhHEeRER AaaAhM]

'...I'm a monster...these people are so afraid...what did I do while I was out...dear god...no…'

"Captain, Guns aren't doing anything...what do we do?!" An officer currently hiding behind her police cruiser's door, called out in frustration.

"Give me a minute, Damnit!"

'I have to leave, I have to let these people go...move damn it, MOVE MARKO!'

"Captain, It's moving!" Another Officer called out in jubilation.

"No...it's running...We have to be doing something to it if it's running, keep firing!" George Stacy called out, hope rekindling in his eyes.

'Damnit, they're following me..wait…..what's that..this feeling.'

Flint took but a moment to do his best to get used to his 'new' body, it felt...heavy...in the pit of his 'stomach'...unnatural. The rest of his 'body' felt light and free, as if he could travel any distance and not feel tired...but his center felt strange and bloated and so Flint looked into himself...what he saw haunted his very soul...a beaten and battered man, one on the very last breath of his life.

'WHAT!? Who is this...why is he here...wait, the bullets, they'll hit him...I have to stop them !'

[STOP! YOU KILLL!? KILL HIM?!]

'What's happening! Why won't they listen...Damnit!'

Flint Marko, taking stock of his situation decided to do his best to get out of his current predicament by any and all means necessary, that was until he saw something or someone, enter his field of vision.

'Is...Is that a kid...no I can't, not a kid, I have to leave this place!'

Flint, unaware of his current placement had backed further up into the sidewalk, closer and closer to a red fire Hydrant.

'Damn it! That kid keeps getting closer if I move anymore he'll get caught in the crossfire! These stupid fucking cop's, they'll kill him...the guy in me, he'll die too if I don't do something...wait, the kid...what's he doing...A GUN! What's he aiming for? One shot, is he aiming for me? Two shots...no it doesn't look like he's aiming at me...behind me may-'

Flint felt a horrid and bleak dampness take hold and spread over his body...starting from his back and then moving on…

'I see...that's what he was aiming for...smart kid...but now...now there's no way I'll make it out of here, let alone this guy in me...were both done for…

"Cease Fire!"

'What's that?'

"Cease Fire!'

'They're stopping…? Why? the...the kid, what's he doing?'

Flints 'body' slowly but surely began shrinking, the person he was now trying to protect was beginning to come to light…

'The kid he's..he's- holy crap he's fast! He's coming towards me...is he-Is he coming for the guy? I...I gotta give him to the kid…'

Peter swept by Flint, grabbing the EMT and then proceeded flash on by, taking only a glance at Flint. Though Flint never had the chance to get a good look at Peter, considering the speed he was moving at.

'He's safe...the kid and the guy both...I-I have to leave…'

Flint Marko, unaware of his current state crying and emotional. Whether he knew he had the strength or not, Flint went full sand. Doing his best to keep all his bits and pieces centralized and then flushed down the gutter not even a few feet down the street.

'I have to leave, Find Alma...Keemia...I did my dues at the lab...they must' a released me after they found they couldn't use me anymore...I'm free, I'm a free man now!'

Flint thought back to his current body, he was currently being carried by a current of water down the New York sewer system...no longer human.

'Would they even accept me now...I'm not even human anymore...am I?'

As Flint was thinking back on his former form, he noticed a startling change begin to take place in his body...he was solidifying...at a rapid rate, it felt as if his body was stiffening up, becoming harder, stronger...and the fact that he couldn't breath was a real kicker too.

Flint began to struggle in the sewage water until he thought back to his sand form and before he knew it he was turning back again, no longer suffocating or drowning in the stench of the filth surrounding him.

'I..I can go back...back to normal, I'm still human. HAHAHA, I can go find Alma, Keemia...my little girl will have a father!'

Flint determined to live a new and glorious life, let his good thoughts get the better of him, completely forgetting about his earlier endeavor, his wrongdoings, whether or not the scientist of the Lab he used to be a part of would even let him go...why he was where he was when woke up...he was simply concerned with finding his family...and never letting go of them again.

Baxter Building, Later That Day

Gwen Stacy, sitting in an electric bed in a med room in the Baxter Building could currently be seen being smothered by her father, doing her best to push him off of her lest he suffocates her in his Parental bond.

A few feet away, one Cindy Moon could be seen in a fairly plush loveseat, an almost middle-aged woman of Oriental decent could be seen by her side looking at her in both exasperation as well as care.

"Dad let go, I'm fine, Dr. Storm said I only passed out from the shock."

"Shock from a freaking Car accident, one in which most others would have no doubt died from!"

"I told you I'm fine, really! I don't feel any different than normal, Trust me things could have been much worse."

"She's right you know, If it weren't for Pete, Both Gwen and I would've been done for."

"Cindy, Hush up, leave their family matters to them, you worry about ours. Honestly, once your father hears about this he's going to lose his mind. Besides, I find your delirium induced story about this Peter's feats to be quite ridiculous...I mean really? He was capable of moving that quickly in that situation? I doubt it."

"Don't be so quick to decide Mrs. Moon, I've had my men investigate the scene of the crash, as well as the vehicle itself. From what they've told me, the story corroborates with the crash site...as unbelievable as it may seem."

"See Mom? I told you!" Cindy Harped.

A one Nari Moon looked taken aback by George's words, leading straight into her immediate rebuttal.

"Mr. Stacy, you can't be serious, such feats of strength should be outright impossible...I could believe it if the person went into an immediate adrenaline-induced high...but their body would be immediately crushed and reduced to a crippled state. From what I know, young Peter, not only carried both our girls on his back to safety but then went another step in today's rescue efforts, as well as finding you at the scene of the battle...there's no way a boy that age should be capable of such actions…"

"I know...while I'm no medical wiz or scientist...I know the limits of the human body quite well, in all my years on the force I've seen men broken and battered more than I would like to mention...yet this isn't the first time I've seen that young man perform feats that should be rightly impossible...also I'm sure you've heard of the fact that Peter is a patient of both Docter Franklin and Susan Storm...there's more than likely a reason for that…"

Nari Moon hearing Georges words was no doubt taken for a spin once more, it's true she had in fact heard from both her daughter as well as from Susans Storms mouth herself that Peter was her direct patient though she was out of the loop with regards to Peter being Franklin Storms patient as well.

'I see...that would explain a bit...but if that's true then…'

Nari Moon's eyes widened, her thoughts swirling…

'If I remember correctly there were rumors of Franklin Storm working for the Agency a few years back, on a certain project...If that's true, then does that mean the Baxter Foundation has solved the riddle from all those years ago…

Before Nari Moon could think any further, Cindy had spoken up, more than likely in fear of her ever curious mother pushing for more information...after all, she herself remembered Peter's unbelievable feats of strength from earlier in the day.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"Yes, dear...I'm fine."

Silence reigned in the room for a while longer before Gwen spoke up.

"Speaking of Pete, does anyone know how he's doing?"

"He's still out cold, right after he told me how to find you, he passed out. Dr. Storm said it was because his body had been under immense stress after the crash and his body had run almost all the adrenaline in his system. After a certain point, his body simply couldn't take it and then shut down...not entirely of course but enough for him to lose consciousness, a scary thought no doubt."

Cindy and Gwen both grimaced after hearing George's words, Cindy asked.

"Is he okay, his body I mean? When will we be able to see him and what about the bite?"

"Dr. Storm said he had quite a few hairline fractures dotting his skeleton all over, as for the bite, she mentioned the fact that the tests she ran had the same responses as your own no abnormalities noted, whether radioactive, biological, poisonous nor bacterial. By every feasible means and measure, you both seem fine. Better than fine actually she said you two seem to be in perfectly fit condition, well minus the bodily strain Peter received from the crash that is. I simply don't know when you'll be able to see him though, that's up to his Doctor."

Gwen and Cindy both felt a rock find itself right in the bottom of their guts, worry and indecision promptly making itself known to anyone who looked at the girls at present. Both George and Nari each having their own reactions watching their children go through such emotions after such a harsh day.

"We need to call MJ…" Sputtered out, Gwen.

"Yeah, your right…I wonder how she'll take the news...think she'll blame us?"

Cindy titteringly spoke up. Almost seeming afraid at the concept.

"MJ, no, Liz though...she's always been fairly transparent, which is why we'll lead with the fact that we were all in the same Car Accident. That should dissuade any of Liz's...well, actions." Gwen, confident at the beginning of her sentence, sort of mellowed out by the end of it.

"Yeah...that should hold her off…" Cindy halfheartedly replied, much to the amusement of her mother and the bewilderment of George.

Though before either of the girls could call out for a cellphone from either of their respective parents, the door of the ward opened rather gently and in walked a beleaguered looking Susan Storm.

From the look on her face, it could be said she was quite surprised at the moment.

"Cindy, what are you doing here?"

"Hi, Dr. Storm, I just wanted to wait for Gwen to wake up, so I asked Johnny to help move this seat from the living room, into here, you don't mind do you?"

Susan hearing Cindy's reason for being here, had a wry smile come across her face, one no doubt brought on by the fact that the little girl in front of her had the capability at making her 'now-swooning' brother do her bidding. Susan spoke up not long after.

"Cindy while it's true for the most part you may be fine but it's also true your current medical status is an unknown. While I've run all the tests we could, we're still waiting for the blood culture to come back in, we have no definite proof that either you nor Peter are truly out of the water just yet. You should be resting in your own bed at the moment."

"I know Docter, it's just...I was worried…" Cindy abashedly let loose, head tilted and all.

"*Sigh*, I know, however when you take actions like these-" Susan seeing Cindy's current state, looking down and slightly ashamed knew there was not much more to say and decided to let it go, just this once. "Well, I suppose you being here saves me time anyway, I just came to tell you girls Peter's situation has stabilized. Aside from his blood culture, everything looks to be quite alright."

Gwen hearing this let loose a breath even she wasn't aware she had been holding. Cindy, however, had a different reaction altogether, almost primalistic...Once she heard that Peter was alright she felt her body lighten up and energy fill her every pore. As if she needed to go to him right here and now, and though her heart still felt relief in hearing the news she felt almost lightheaded at the moment.

Her condition didn't escape Susan's eyes, for the moment she finished her words she marched right up to Cindy and reached for her forehead.

"You're fevered...come along I'll take you to Peter's room right away. For all I know this could be a symptom of the earlier bite, Peter is currently running a slight fever as well."

Susan finishing her words turned to look towards Gwen and George, "Peter can't see any guests at the moment, though I've seen no proof of Cindy's and Peters conditions being contagious at the moment it's better to err on the side of caution, you two will have to enter temporary quarantine until I've received Cindy and Peter blood cultures, it shouldn't take more than another hour or so. This naturally goes for you too Mrs. Moon." Susan finished by looking towards Nari.

"I understand Dr. Storm." Nari Moon responded both politely and curtly.

"As do we," George stated whilst holding Gwen's hand. Worry evident in his eyes.

"Please, call me Susan, all of you."

With Peter

In an ever-swirling darkness, Peter was currently floating atop an abyss of incandescent darkness. An ocean so wide it seemed infinite. With each ebb and tide of the murky depths, Peters body seemed to capsize for just a moment before rising once more to the surface.

Peter was once more at the brink of breaking into a power he currently wasn't ready for, darkness at every turn, anger, rage, confusion, grief. A torrent of negativity crashed upon Peter's currently unconscious psyche.

"...I couldn't save her….I'm useless...now a child will grow up without a mother...all because of my own stupidity…"

Thoughts of the mangled woman's corpse were brought to life in Peter's mind. Tormented by the images of minced flesh brought Peter closer to the Darkness's clutches.

"...I couldn't prevent Cindy from being bitten by that wretched spider...all because of my own weakness….why…"

Bursts of pain threatened to swallow Peter's last remaining thoughts, remembering the pain of the bite, knowing that Cindy had to go through something similar, brought Peter even closer.

"...Gwen...she could be unconscious forever...mentally scarred by the crash 'I' should've prevented…"

Gwen's unconscious face popping into Peter's mind seemed to be the last straw for young Peter. His insecurities seemed to overcome him. Peter began falling into the deep blackness that was the Titans Power...until.

[Wrong!]

An imperious golden light broke apart the darkness and a maternal voice echoed out into the ether.

Immediately after, threads of golden light surged into existence around Peter's once sinking body. These threads then wrapped around Peter's body even tighter, Peter was then yanked up and out of the depths.

[You hold no responsibility in these matters!]

As Peter's body was slowly wrenched out of the inky blackness, the earlier voice called out once more and again.

[Child, be strong, darkness will always exist in this world, it is yours' as well as every other livings beings purpose to thrive and live amongst this darkness...for without darkness there can be no light...thus rise...rise from this rut...what of your hopes, your dreams...your aspirations...will you simply lay down and out and let it all fade into nothingness!?]

Peter feeling an intense stifling in his mind and abdomen both and opened his eyes, what he saw was a contrast so startling it would forever exist in the recesses of his mind.

An almost all-encompassing darkness lay beneath his currently prone body, and yet above him, he saw a piercingly iridescent and gorgeous golden light.

Peter's squinted his eyes in an attempt to see through the blaze of illumination, what he saw were a few shades pierce through the light. Though Peter couldn't make out their shape he had a feeling he knew these shadows, they were 'familiar'.

"Who are you...your voice...why does it sound so familiar…"

[I have been there since the day you were born child...we all have]

"You...are you...no that's not right you couldn't be...she's dead."

[No child, I am not your mother...I am who I always have been and will continue to be.]

Peter, hearing this grew even more confused and confounded. He raised his hand and did his best to shield his eyes of the light to try and get a better look at these shadows. What he saw...frightened him.

Each of these shadows had around Eight 'limbs' and yet was terrifyingly large and imposing in stature.

And yet Peter held no fear towards these creatures...no on the contrary his feeling of familiarity only grew stronger. In a confounding gesture, Peter asked once more.

"Who Are You?" No Fear made its way into Peter's voiced inflections.

[Champion, where you are currently, does not leave us in any position to speak in-depth.]

This time a voice dark and rumbling was let loose from within the golden light, this voice set forth much chaos in the dark 'water' surrounding Peter.

'This voice, it's different than that of prior and yet it's familiar all the same...wait, this darkness, these two voices, I've been here before, I've heard these voices before...this is just like back then when I blacked out…

[Correct Young Champion, if you've been able to remember this much then you should know what would happen if this darkness were to swallow you whole.] The Maternal voice called out.

Peter looked up in absent shock before hollering out.

"You can hear my thoughts?!"

[No child, at least not normally...but right now we lie in your subconscious mind, every thought you have reverberates throughout this realm.]

Peter, taking all this in one moment after the other, was, in fact, finding all this very hard to believe and yet he didn't entirely doubt it...perhaps because of his completely unordinary upbringing but yet Peter felt he had to go through with this, he had to follow this thread to its end.

"How were you able to come in here-"

[Not now Champion, we must remedy this current situation, lest we lose control of it before it's too late.]

Peter being interrupted, was forced to remember these 'shadows' earlier words, he truly didn't wish to fall into another blind rage and put both his body and family through such stress once again. Seeing as such Peter asked.

"What should I do, If I remember correctly it was you two who guided me out of the swirls clouds of darkness before...why is it that the blackness has turned into an entire body of water?"

[Your connection to the divinity of the Titan was still weak and young back then, now it has rested within yourself for a few cycles and as such has grown.] The Maternal voice amiably tittered.

[If you wish to escape the darkness' current grasp you will require our help, though we could not give you any proper aid last time, now with our current connection we can...or more aptly speaking 'I can'.] The rumbling and towering voice confessed.

"Connection? What are you talking about?"

[Champion, we can speak more on these topics at a later date. For now, it's best if you follow Brother Other's words, after all, I've just used the last of my Tethers to pull you from the depths.]

Following the good-natured voice's words, Peter heard a,

[Snap]

Come to life in his ears...one that brought to life some very nasty memories...seemingly in response to Peter's state of mind, the 'water's' surround Peter grew even more unruly.

[Champion, listen to my words, I am going to extend a branch of my power into your psyche, do not fight it off. If you do I won't be able to aid you out of this darkness...trust me I know it's depths well, they can be both inviting and yet remain truly unpleasant.] The gruff and imperious voice called out.

Peter hearing these words and seeing the Golden light begin to fade did his best to calm his heart of its current remembrance.

"Ok. Peter, breathe, one breath at a time. It's not like my entire world view is being challenged right now...ok not the time for self-deprecating thoughts."

Peter fought against the waves which came crashing down upon him, did his best to tread water, waiting, waiting for whatever it was that was supposed to happen.

The black current's continuously battered Peter in a manner that seemed to grow more and more aggravated with each passing second.

"Ok...when is this supposed to happen...it's uh- it's getting kinda hard to stay afloat her-"

Before Peter could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp and piercing pain stab into the very center of his forehead.

"Ahhhhh! What...is thi...this!? This...this feels wrong...guhhh...have to—have to fight it-AAAhhaaAAhHH"

Peter screamed out in agony. His voice once mellow and even was now strained and mutilated.

"Wait...can't...resist-it...damn...DAMN IT!"

The gruff voice's words reappeared in Peter's mind a second before he began resisting the invading force, which felt as if it would end his life.

Peter's suffering only agitated the water's surface surrounding him and when it seemed as if all hope was lost...Peter felt a calming pressure begin to spread from his center.

This wave of pressure spread out into Peter's surroundings, the once agitated 'water' was quickly repulsed away from Peter's body.

Peter feeling the surrounding murkiness leave his body and the piercing stabbing pain cease, opened his eyes.

What he saw while not a brightly lit scene or some fanciful fantasy scenery, it was in fact, quite calming. When Peter looked off into the pale lit surroundings he had a familiar feeling rush towards him, one of wilful loneliness, the feeling of relaxation one would have after a long day out, having interacted with far too many people, in your bedroom with the door locked and the curtains closed...some me time, per se.

In front of Peter and all around him lay a grayish almost silver blackness, nowhere near as demoralizing as the ubiquitous blackness from earlier.

Yet it wasn't the new lighting and pervasive mood that had Peter's attention...no, it was the gigantic arachnid not twenty feet in front of him.

At least fifteen feet tall at a prone position with its legs moderately tucked in, gray and thick, thistle-like fur covered its body, Two large stingers guarded its voracious and ferocious-looking mouth. Oh and its mouth! Full to the brim with sharp fangs of varying sizes.

The creatures' eyes, however, were truly haunting, multiple and spaced out, unlike most insect's compound lenses. Let alone that each eye was of a different size and colored sclera with each black pupil being so large it took up at least 95 percent of the eye.

The skin pigmentation underneath all that fur just so happened to be black, similar in nature to the blackness Peter was drowning in prior.

The Tarantula-esque spider simply sat there, all eyes at attention, looking regal and imposing similar in manner to the way a Tiger would. Nonchalant looking whilst have every singer muscle in its taught body ready to pounce should the need arise, perennially in preparation for an attack.

The large 'spider' spoke, breaking Peter out of his fear-induced gaze.

[Champion...you no doubt have many a query...however, I can not stay here long, I've essentially broken into your inner mind and suppressed the Titan Divinities' awakening, should I stay longer than needed, I myself may be the one thing that harms you...after all, we have yet to reach a level of compatibility necessary to bring such a union forth amicably.]

"That voice...is this...is this you?"

[Mmm, that it is. Champion I must apologize...if it were not for me I have no doubt you would have never come under the spell of the Titans' power…]

"What do you mean? How is this your fault?" Peter asked in genuine curiosity.

[*Sigh*, we can speak in depth about such matters later. Champion, Sister Weaver has bid me tell you...should you ever have need us, ever wish to speak to us, all you need do is call out to us...call upon your Totems namesake. Weaver, Other, Scion, Bride, Keeper. Should you call upon any of us, we shall answer.]

"Wait...I-I have so many questions."

[...Apologies Champion, but I must leave now...and it seems you are being called.]

"What?"

[Another day then, Peter Parker]

"Wai-"

"Peter…"

"What...that voice?"

"Peter...ake up."

"Please, not this again!" Peter called out in sarcastic demand.

"Peter, I know you can hear me...wake up...I can feel it."

"That voice...it's Cindy...wait, spiders...the bite, did Cindy see that too? Did she see something different?" Peter's thoughts ranged widely in but a few moment's.

Peter thinking on these confounding thought's felt a jolt go through his system, though where it started, however, that was an entirely interesting matter.

"My lips...why do they feel so…"

Peter opened his eyes once again, only this time in the real world and not in some inception-esque mind world.

What he awoke to, however, almost sent him straight back into dreamland.

As Peter looked forward he saw a set of eyes, beautiful and shockingly close, intoxicating and seemingly in ecstasy, Peter felt a warm and fragrant waft of air in his face.

Peter's first initial thought had been to push whoever was snatching his lips, away. Yet when he saw who it was, shock prevented him from doing so.

Cindy, Cindy Moon, one of his best friends and undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women he knew, was currently locking lips with him...without permission, he might add, and yet he couldn't imagine pushing her away...maybe before today, he might have but now, after the way he had been feeling for her, post-bite, he simply couldn't.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to enjoy every second of their current state, some part of him wanted to take it even further.

As he thought of further cementing his 'relationship' with Cindy right here and right now...MJ...MJ popped into his head...thoughts of what she meant to him, thoughts of how she would feel if she saw this, thoughts about what Cindy and his friendship meant to him all surged to life following MJ's face...yet before he could push the intoxicated Cindy away,

[click]

"Cindy, how are you fe-"

A one Susan Storm walked into the room, shocked at what she found, Susan's face lit up like a Christmas tree, embarrassment, and shame evident by her face. She had expected Cindy and Peter to halt their embrace when she had made her presence known...and yet it continued.

"*Cough* *Cough*, Sorry to disturb you two...I'll head outside…"

Susan, halfway out the door remembered who exactly she was talking to, how young they were and the fact that they were both currently her patients, patients with unknown medical conditions. Thinking as such she turned around, what she saw was concerning, to say the least.

Peter having realized Susan had walked in, only furthered his intent to push Cindy off, only it seemed as if Cindy wasn't having any of it.

As Peter attempted to gently accost her, Cindy seemed to have strength once unknown to her, this strength enabled her to resist Peter. While it was true Peter wasn't using anywhere near his utmost strength, it was enough for most men to sweat a little in exertion to push him away and ignore Peter's efforts.

Thus the sight Susan walked 'back' in on was one in which Peter was doing his best to push Cindy away whilst trying not to hurt her. The sight of his moderately contorted face was almost humorous.

Susan seeing Peter's plight decided to step in and interfere...after all if she didn't, she didn't know what would happen between these two budding teens.

Susan walked to the bedside and decided to pat Cindy's shoulder.

"Cindy...umm earth to Cindy?" A quizzical look upon her face as she stared at the somewhat intense sight of Peter and Cindy's side profiles.

Cindy had a whole of no reactions to Susan's actions, still intent on having as much of Peter as she could.

Peter seeing the situation only dissolving in a strange direction, decided to stop pussy-footing around. Peter, both hands on Cindy's shoulders', began applying more force.

Gradually, Cindy was separated from Peter, as she was leaving her liplock it seemed as if regret was the only expression visible on her face, eyes clouded and lip's red and still slightly quivering.

"Susan, help me get her off and wake her up...I think this a reaction due to the influence of the bite."

Susan hearing Peter's almost hollering. Had a wry expression on her face then responded with some mirth in her voice.

"Peter, you don't have to explain this to me...you, you're own person, this your business, don't make unnecessary excuses."

Peter felt a wry expression come over his own face at this point in time…"Sue, I'm being serious, Cindy and I don't have this-this kind of relationship...I can't properly explain it but please just pour me a glass of water and dump it on Cindy, otherwise I have no idea what's going to happen!"

Susan hearing Peter's words took another look at Cindy and noticed she truly did seem out of it, almost looking like an incarnation of a siren or some succubus at the moment.

Susan, finally noticing some of the subtleties of the situation walked over to a wheeled bedside table, more than likely to feed a bedded patient and reached for a pitcher of water and a paper cup by its side and poured it it's due. Then walked back over to the struggling Parker, hesitated for a few moment's, taking in the sight once more then decided to trust Peter and then splashed the contents of the cup onto Cindy's face.

Cindy being assaulted by the ice waters cold shock ceased struggling with Peter not long after. Colors' besides Pink and red soon returned to Cindy's face, her confused and sultry look returned to one of conscious thought...though not for long, for it seemed Cindy remembered each one of her actions in her fever-induced state.

Cindy practically clambered off of Peter's lap which she had unknowingly climbed into at some point in her confusion.

Peter seeing reason return to Cindy had his own flush of embarrassment gush forth on to his face...when he remembered their earlier embrace feelings of avarice and lust burst back forth in his mind.

Seemingly in response to Peter's changed mood Cindy's eyes blurred once more, though not to the extent that they had earlier.

Susan, seeming this phenomenon first hand on the sidelines, felt her own face light up slightly, after all, from her position it looked as if two lovers' who hadn't had their fill of each other were about to climb back into bed for a proverbial second round.

Peter, catching himself unawares in his newfound changed mood, slapped his own cheek with his hand. Hard enough to echo out quite loudly. When his hand left his cheek one could see a visible red handprint that was slightly swelling up at a remarkable rate.

Peter's action startled both Cindy and Susan out of their own respective revelries.

Cindy felt immense regret surge to life in her heart...regret for the fact that they were interrupted as well as regret for the fact that her actions indirectly lead up to Peter harming himself to regain control over his actions. This leading up to her then backing even further away from the bed, her head looking down, not daring to look up at Peter.

Susan, however, began to take the situation even more seriously, after all, Peter was one of her most trusted people, seeing him go through his current actions and seeing the fragility of the situation realized that Peter was more than likely telling the truth.

"Sue, can you please arrange another room for Cindy, I need to speak to you, but with her here, I'm not sure how long I'll be able to control myself…I'm sorry, Cindy..."

Peter spoke up whilst looking to the side, doing his best to not lose himself.

Cindy simply nodded and then forced herself to walk out of the room.

Susan seeing this nodded and replied.

"Alright, Peter, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

"Mmm, Sue, don't be mad...we...we can't really control ourselves right now...I'll give you the details when you come back."

• • •

Around twenty or so minutes later, Peter had explained practically the entire day's events to Susan, from his school day to Oscorp to the bite to the accident to all his encounters after. Including his newfound abilities. The only thing Peter kept to himself was the strange 'dream' he had after...after all if that had actually happened then there was no doubt those creatures wanted their privacy.

"So that's basically it...including Cindy's and mine circumstances."

"I see, this...this is a lot to take in Pete," Susan expressed her own doubt at the day's events, though not intentionally it was more of a result due to her scientific thought process, Susan looked up at Peter and asked. "could...could you show me?"

"Show you? Show you wha—, ah, that's what you mean."

Peter understanding Susan's question attempted to get up from the bed, in doing so realized his injuries were worse than he initially thought, having difficulty lifting his legs form the bed.

Peter seeing his intended actions of hanging from the ceiling no longer possible asked Susan.

"Sue, bring that table over here."

Susan got up from the bedside and walked over to the priorly mentioned table, water pitcher and all and rolled it over to Peter's side.

"See, all I have to do is reach out and touch something and then I just have to think about grasping the object...kind of like in the same way I stretched out my hand, it's a natural body response. Almost like my brain is sending out a signal, that some part of my body is responding to"

Peter reached his hand out and laid it flat on the surface of the table. Not even a few seconds later he had lifted the entire rolling table and all of its contents up from the tiled floor. Hand still flat on the table surface, almost appearing as if glued to the table.

"So, whaddya think?"

Susan, seeing Peter's, priorly thought, impossible action, had her breath taken away.

"Pete...this is amazing...absolutely amazing." Susan gushed.

Peter, slightly abashed, took the moment to use his other hand to rub the back of his head and guffaw.

"Just call me your regular, old friendly neighborhood spider-man."

Susan seeing Peter's antic's had a smile come over her face.

"Peter, this is...this is enormous. I'm almost compelled to believe your previous dosage of SS 2.0, somehow combined with the radioactive-ly genetically modified spider bite at Oscorp…"

"That's kinda what I was thinking...only then, what does that make Cindy? Why do Cindy and I have such, uh- urges?"

"...I don't know...but don't worry I'll get to the bottom of it, I promise you! My Dad's been out doing the blood cultures himself, so you don't have to worry about anyone else seeing your blood, well, your's and Cindy's."

Peter let loose a mental sigh of relief, not daring to let it out in front of Susan.

"So...is everything else ok with me? I can't exactly move my legs without any shooting pain."

"If you had woken up any earlier you wouldn't have been able to move at all."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked quizzically.

"Pete, your body was in absolute shreds inwardly...if you weren't you...you'd be dead. Your back muscles and vertebrae were torn and out of place respectively, some ribs were broken to the point that some of them were nothing more than a few pieces of bone lodged into your surrounding flesh.

Your legs and feet were covered in nothing but hairline fractures, luckily enough there were no complete breaks. Torn muscles dotted your leg's like you wouldn't believe. I genuinely don't know how you stood up let alone, all of the other things you did today.

Pete, you can't keep getting hit like this...we have no idea if your current abilities are even permanent...we have no idea if you'll even heal next time...don't take your gifts for granted." Susan finished off with a grim and stern look dotting her face.

[You Will]

Peter hearing both Susan's words took them to heart, and yet it almost felt as if a voice in the back of his head had told him otherwise. Peter shook his head and replied.

"I understand Sue, it was an emergency...I made my decision with the understanding that I could die...because I couldn't just sit there and do nothing while Gwen and Cindy...died." Peter finished just as solemn as Susan of prior.

[The Brides heiress wouldn't have died...only the blonde mortal would have passed.]

Peter froze up for this was the second time he could have sworn he heard a strange and higher-pitched voice in the back of his head.

Susan, seeing this, worried over what Peter had just said. Thinking to herself, 'and what of the people you would leave behind...what then? What about those who love you…' Susan then noticed Peter had stalled completely. She looked into his eyes and saw them wide open, almost in dread.

"Pete?" Susan spoke out in worry.

Susan's voice broke Peter out of his stunned silence. Peter had a feeling he knew exactly what this voice was...only he didn't have the time to delve into it at the moment. Thus Peter spoke up to Susan.

"Sorry Sue...what had happened to the little girl Richard was helping? Did she...make it?"

Susan hearing Peter's words thought that he must have remembered the little girl, and was curious as to her fate. Susan spoke up.

"She made it, though she's still in the hospital, due to the mother's ID Richard had gathered, they were able to find her father fairly quickly. Although she's not out of the wood's yet, she seems to be just fine, luckily her father shares her blood type thus she had a nice supply of blood waiting for her."

"That's good...no that's great...wait Richard? Richard said he grabbed the ID card?"

"Hmm, well no, he didn't say he grabbed it per se, but he did hand it over to the authorities. Why? Didn't he?"

Peter, hearing this, no doubt knew it was just a mix up on Susan's part. Though it was one he wasn't too keen on correcting. The less every other person knew what part he played today the better, Peter had every inclination to play things quiet and as out of the limelight as possible.

"No, that's about right, things were pretty hectic at the time so some things are pretty blurry."

"I see, that's understandable Pete, Hey are you hungry, I've left some high calorie drinks out for you, didn't know if you would be healed yet or not, I'm still getting used to this whole situation, with regards to your healing factor, I mean."

Peter touched his stomach and felt a gurgling spring to life, quite a loud one at that, one both he and Susan heard well enough.

"I'd say so, do you mind? Also how much longer do you think it would take to get the blood cultures back?"

"I'll go get you something, and I don't really know, it's all up to my dad, at this point."

"Ok, would you mind calling my parents."

"Already done Pete, their resting in the loft area, they were with George and Mrs. Moon earlier, but we had to separate them in case they had been infected with anything...you know due to the bite...don't take it personally Pete, it's just a precaution."

[What foolish Mortals, there is no contagion spreading about, they wish they could catch a virus that gave them a divinities abilities, Pah!]

For the third time, Peter heard that voice, pompous yet small, almost as if a child were speaking. Peter did his best to ignore the voice for a little while longer.

"I'm pretty sure we're not contagious, but I understand, do what you have to, Sue." Peter smiled.

Susan seeing Peter's state smiled back and walked out of the room.

Peter seeing Susan gone, waited a while before calling out.

"Hello?"

…

No response came back. Peter seeing this grew slightly aggravated, in doing so he called out once more, a little more sass on this one.

"Hello? I know you can hear me...what? You can talk when no one's talking to you and interrupt conversations but you can't respond to people?"

[You-You could hear me?]

"No, you don't say? Of course, I can hear you!"

[Tha-that should be impossible, Sister Weaver said our connection wouldn't be strong enough to immediately converse...you were supposed to call upon us first.]

"Weaver? Is she the one with the calm voice?"

[You can tell?]

"Context clues, the big gray one who helped me earlier, told me a bit, something about how 'the Sister Weaver' had told him to tell me that if I wanted to converse with you all, all I had to do was call upon your namesakes. If I remember correctly the Weaver called the big gray one, Brother Other, Is that right?"

[...yes, your mental facilities are no doubt quick. As to be expected of our Champion.]

"You guys keep calling me that, Champion...what does that mean?"

[I can not explain that. Such is only Sister Weaver's place. The most I can do is tell you this, if you want answers then call Sister Weaver.]

Peter hearing this was beginning to grow tired of this rope-a-dope these Arachnids had him going for. So he decided to ask a different question. Though mentally he had firmed up his resolve to call this 'Sister Weaver' at a later date.

"Then how...how are we able to converse so freely, I was under the impression I would have to call upon you guys for us to be able to speak."

[I don't know, your body hasn't had time to acclimate to our abilities yet...though it's true that I did put all that I had into the transfer unlike the rest of my siblings...so maybe that's it, of course, it could be an innate compatibility between us.]

"Abilities? Connection? What going on, man? Wait are you saying my newfound abilities are your guys doing?"

[Pffft, Of course, you didn't think these foolish mortal were actually capable of recreating such Divine abilities, did you?]

"...My entire life is a rebuttal to that statement you just made." Peter sourly replied.

[You only think that way because you haven't mastered them yet, in 10 years time, come back to me and say those exact same words if you dare.]

Peter, hearing this grew startled inwardly. He eventually decided not to piss off the weird, glowing, giant ass spiders.

"So what now...are you always going to be here...in my head?"

[No, I'm fairly sure the only reason I can converse with you so easily is because of the fact that I was watching you through the web, which is strange considering even Sister Weaver had difficulty seeing through the web, to you...maybe our connection really is the greatest…] The voice trailed off slightly, more than likely in thought.

"Earlier you said my healing abilities wouldn't waver...what did you mean?"

[The mortal from earlier, she stated that it was an unknown whether or not you would heal anymore, henceforth. That's wrong, I believe she dubbed it, 'the healing factor', a suitable name. This healing factor was already somewhat capable before today, now that you've bonded with us, my sibling's and I, your healing factor will no doubt continue to work...in fact, it will no doubt grow more potent. Each of my sibling's abilities could be said to have healing abilities inherent. Let alone my own abilities, in which you been given in their own most raw form. My 'healing factor' could be said to be the most potent out of my siblings, thus, your healing factor will only grow more fearsome from now on.]

Peter, hearing this, felt a headache begin to pound away at his mind.

"So does this mean...i'll be like immortal?"

[No, immortality is impossible for...well, mortals. It's called immortality for a reason. The only way you would ever become immortal is if you were capable of de-shackling your mortal form and transcending to immortality, to divine-hood, something very few are capable of doing. Even the Asgardians are still mortals, after all, they can still be killed.]

"Asgardians? Who're they?" Questions clouded Peter's mind thus he spoke on the first one that came to mind.

[No one important, though, Sister Weaver did say you would have a connection to them...hmm.]

"So what do you mean when you say-"

[Enough Champion, If I were to stay any longer and Sister Weaver were to find out she would grow annoyed, after all, I'm already somewhat in trouble.]

Peter thought to himself… 'In trouble? How could a proverbial god be in trouble?'

"Wait-"

[Until another day, Champion]

"I couldn't even catch his name...Jesus, what's even happening anymore…"

An Hour Later

Franklin Storm had come back to the Baxter Building, after a lengthy conversation with Susan he brought the results back to their respective patients.

Though before he had agreed to release any information he had signed a Non-disclosure agreement with the harshest of penalties to a one Nari Moon.

It took some convincing but when she realized it had to do with her daughter's future safety and happiness she eventually ended up agreeing.

In doing so, she was able to finally look at the sheet which had all the information she needed, in it, she saw a multitude of information present. Some going on in detail of medical facts that gave most the desire to look away due to how in-depth it seemed. Though Nari Moon was able to look into it and understand the information present, as far as she could tell everything was normal. Seeing this she looked up at Dr. Franklin and asked.

"Dr. Franklin, I don't understand, everything seems normal, what was the need for the NDA?"

"Look again, this time at the DNA strand…"

Nari Moon hearing this grew quizzical, in her curiosity, she looked again...what she saw chilled her to her core.

"This...this is impossible…"

"No, Dr. Moon, it isn't. There has been one well-known case of this in the past...and Many scientists have been doing their utmost to recreate it since. Young Cindy's DNA has been reformed. I don't know how, and yet it has."

"What, What does this mean?"

"It means there is no longer any certainty to things...anything is possible at this point. A myriad of changes could take place to young Cindy at this time...luckily her DNA still mostly resembles a human strand of DNA. Thus, it is my belief her changes won't be too drastic...reason being is I myself have worked on such a project before...you should have heard of my time at the agency, no? After all, it isn't the greatest secret in the topmost of our community."

"Yes, Doctor, I have...Is, is young Peter in a similar situation?"

"...Yes, the reason Peter is in my and my daughters' care is the fact that he was a lucky child, his genetic make-up is one of a kind. Originally the Agency was going to attempt the next step of testing on him...his parents were agents of the agency...my friend's. When I told them of my superiors plans...they took action. They rose against the Agency and reached out for aid, to a higher tiered organization...this organization took them in and shielded their son. I have been looking after young Peter as his physician since. Thus, I'm sure you can understand our need for the NDA and I'm sure you understand what would happen should you break the NDA...this 'organization' doesn't take kindly to being crossed." Franklin finished ominously

"Docter, trust me you have no need for worry...my daughter's life is at stake." Nari Moon replied, slightly sweating at the undisclosed threat.

"Good, perhaps you'd like to work alongside my daughter and I, on this...we could use another brilliant mind. As for your projects outside this, well the Baxter Foundation has many allies, some of these people just might be able to help you in your work."

Nari Moon hearing the tantalizing offer knew her career could really take off, following her boarding this ship. She knew she really didn't have a choice at this point.

"I would be honored Doctor, besides, if what I've heard is true, young Peter saved my daughters' life. I would be happy to try and return the favor."

"Good, Good, my daughter is breaking the news to Peter and his guardians."

…

And true to his words Susan was telling Peter of the happenings, his Uncle and Aunt now in the room by his side. His aunt sitting on his right bedside, his uncle standing on the other side, his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"So basically...Cindy and I have both gone through what I went through as a baby...but because of the spiders bite...but that still doesn't explain Cindy's...and my reactions to each other." Peter finished, slightly flustered at the thought of explaining things in front of his parental figures.

Susan, seeing through Peters shyness, spoke up with a wry smile.

"I told my father about it, he believes it may be a response due to the natural pheromones you two give off to each other...something animalistic, primal. It's said spiders are quite the...barbaric lovers. The female spider more often than not even kills the male spider during or after coitus…" Susan finished off with a blush of her own.

Ben, hearing this felt quite disturbed. His barely through puberty Nephew-cum son, having such urges, let alone the little lady who apparently would have such urges even worse. The thoughts of all that was making him horribly uncomfortable...after all, Peter had made his intentions towards MJ quite clear to him.

May on the other hand...was a bit taken aback at first...though her smile and gleaming eyes returned with a force not seen in a long time, not long after. Mary thought about whether or not she would have grandbabies sooner rather than later...then she thought of Susan's last words.

'What if after Cindy has had her way with Peter, she would follow some instinctual desire to get rid of Peter...that's no good.'

'Peter needs to have some experience with other people first..that way he doesn't become the dominated party. It seems his relationship with MJ needs to be stepped up a notch before things with Cindy go too far…'

Ben looked down at Peter seeing his conflicted look and sighed, after all, this was completely out of his range of experience….Ben looked up at May for some kind of guidance. What Ben saw a gleaming-eyed May...looking all the more chipper...he knew that look, that wife of his was scheming...seriously hard.

'Oh, Dear Lord, what is she going to do now…' Ben thought, tired of dealing with his woman's antics.

"I'm sorry Pete…as of right now there isn't much we can do. You and Cindy will have to work it out for some time. Until we've had more time to run some tests."

"It's ok, Sue, I understand." Though Peter was saying this on the outside, Peter's resolve to meet and have a proper discussion with 'Sister Weaver', was only growing. 'Maybe if Sue and Dr. Storm can't help...they can.' Peter thought inwardly.

"Alright I'm going to officially cancel the quarantine now, I have some forms to fill out and some calls to make. Oh, and Pete are you feeling ok for some guests?"

"Hmm, yeah, I'm good, truth be told I'm feeling pretty dang good right now, why?"

"Reed and the others have been waiting to see you. You going off to save people and coming back passed out no doubt messed them up pretty bad...I'm pretty sure Ben was blaming himself for letting you go out alone." Susan finished with a remorseful look upon her face.

"Yeah, please send them up Sue. I probably have to apologize…*Sigh* This is gonna suck."

Susan seeing Peter's scrunched up face giggled to herself then left the room to the family of three.

Peter felt the quiet in the room slowly begin to build up to a palpable level and then decided to break the silence.

"...I'm sorry...I couldn't just let things happen….if I did, Cindy, Gwen, and a whole lot of other people would have died…"

Peter, finishing his sentence, felt his shoulder of which Ben had his hand on, slowly begin to tighten.

"Son...We aren't mad with you...or at you...or even angry at all. Just...slghtly worried." Ben's voice called out, gentle and calm.

"Not even in the slightest, dear." May's voice echoed, Her hand slowly lifting Peter's head and pulling him towards her face. After getting a good look at Peter's eyes, she spoke.

"Helping others runs in your blood, your parents were heroes, your Uncle Ben did some Peace Corps work himself, as did I. If anything we would have been upset if you didn't do anything...well, maybe not upset...just disappointed?" May spoke righteously, albeit slightly quizzically. She looked back into Peter's eyes and finished. "Though...there exists a line, Pete, one that if you give too much of yourself away in helping others, you may end up losing yourself in general. Just be aware of that line, Son" May finished off tenderly kissing Peter's forehead.

Peter felt the hold on his shoulder slowly began to yield in force before he heard Ben's calm voice utter out.

"With great power comes great responsibility, and sometimes great sacrifice...just do me and your aunt and your parents a favor and try to make sure you aren't that great sacrifice one day, huh, Tiger?"

Peter lowered his head once more and nodded it, letting out a "Hmmm."

Peter's bonding with his parents didn't last much longer than that as the door swung open forcefully.

A jovial and slightly red-faced Gwen Stacy stormed into the room...seeing Peter sitting on the bed with slightly reddened eyes, felt a part of her heart shift…' why is it that seeing him like this hurts so damn much...do I...do I really love this guy?', Gwen thought to herself. ' No, now's not the time.' She mentally affirmed.

"Pete...you ok?"

Peter, seeing one of his best friends walk into the room with worry plastered all over his face, lowered his head and tried his best to look normal, then raised his head with a smile on his face and replied.

"Yeah, Gwen, I'm good!"

Gwen seeing Peter's slight inner turmoil, thinking back on what he did today, seeing him in a hospital bed...was too much for the still-growing teen. Thus, she burst, tears began spilling out of her eye ducts like a dam bursting. Gwen ran towards Peter's side all but pushing May off.

Had May stayed by Peter's side, Gwen would have no doubt have pushed May off.

Peter seeing Gwen's current state, felt relief wash over him, at this moment he knew he had done the right thing...after all, imagining one day waking up in a world in which a one Gwen Stacy was no longer in it...due to his inaction...well that was a world Peter simply couldn't live with.

Peter wrapped his arms around Gwen, one around her back the other around her head, which at this point had snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"It's ok...Gwen, I'm fine, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Gwen in the midst of her now embarrassed sniffles, let out a curt voice.

"Pete…"

"Mm?"

"Shut up and let me hug you."

"Mmm."

In through the now opened door walked George Stacy, a wry smile on his face. Ben and May upon seeing him, both smiled and nodded. Ben walked over for a handshake as May continued watching Peter and Gwen with a gentle smile on her face.

Gwen, eventually calming down, backed up from her embrace with Peter and asked. "Have you seen Cindy? Susan took her to a separate room earlier, something about a possible contagion? She lifted the quarantine though."

"Yeah, I saw her earlier, for a bit that is…"

"What's wrong, Pete?" Gwen seeing Peter's weird look called out.

"Cindy and I...we can't see each other for a while. When she and I are together we have this...weird...response to each other. Apparently, it has something to do with the bite, though we're fine in like every other way, that we know of yet."

Gwen hearing this grew puzzled and slightly worried. Seeing Peter's awkward look grew curious and then asked.

"What kind of reaction?"

Peter, hearing this question knew there was no way to hide this in the long run and decided to answer.

"What are male and female spiders famous for doing? What do any two animal's in the springtime of their youth gather to do? As humans...were always ready to do this..."

At first, both Gwen and George were confused by Peter's words, by the second question Gwen had figured it out, her understanding was readily visible by her now red face. George, on the other hand, was able to figure out on the third quote by Peter, his response, a confounded look like no other.

"...so like…" Gwen stuttered in embarrassment.

"...Yup, Gwen do me a favor and go check up on Cindy...I'm pretty sure she needs a friend right about now."

"What about you?" Gwen replied meekly.

"I'll be fine, besides I'm supposed to be having guests sometime soon."

Gwen hearing Peter's words, soon agreed to them as well, after all, if what Peter was saying was true, then Cindy no doubt needed someone to confide in.

"I understand...Pete, I called MJ and Liz both once we heard the quarantine was lifted. MJ said she'd be right over, Liz said she would try and get her mom to drive her over tomorrow."

"Mm, thank you, Gwen." Peter responded now quite distracted with the thought that MJ would be coming...she would see him in his current condition, as is, he almost didn't want her to see him, to hear of his and Cindy's circumstances. Peter not even thinking about the fact that Liz might come over tomorrow.

Gwen seeing his current reaction had a feeling she knew exactly what he was feeling.

'He...really does care about her so much...and she doesn't even appreciate it...no, what am I saying, MJ's my friend...I know...I know how she feels too…'

Gwen now caught up in her own thoughts, walked out of the room slightly distracted, her father, now looking at her in a slightly understanding way, then looked at Peter and seeing him slightly distracted himself...George remembered that conversation he had with the young man those few years ago, remembering him say that little MJ was important to him, and now seeing him in his current state after just hearing that she was coming to visit him.

George decided to do something for his daughter. If he didn't, he had no doubt if his wife ever found out he did nothing and stood on the sideline, letting things come to pass; he would be sleeping on the couch for a month. Ever since he told her about Gwen's little fancy with Peter, she wouldn't stop pestering both himself and Gwen about it non-stop.

George wanting to do his best to avoid his wife's wrath stepped up to Peter and his parents and spoke up.

"Peter, you saved my little girl's life, I would like to invite you to dinner at our place, anytime your free. I have no doubt Gwen's mother would like to return the favor as well, and while dinner isn't exactly the most proper way to reward you, my position as Captain of the NYPD restricts me in the way I can reward you, lest it be seen as wretched to the outside eye."

Peter being snapped out of his depreciating thoughts heard George's words and snapped to attention.

Gwen herself halfway out the door, had all her thoughts pushed away and hope slightly rekindled. She turned around and walked to her father's side.

Both Ben and May had their own responses, Ben smiled, thinking it would be good for the ever-studious Peter to get out and have some fun. May, on the other hand, smiled an almost schadenfreude-esque smile and thought to herself that she could see right through Georges thoughts, looking at the triangle of Peter, Gwen, and George.

"Mr. Stacy, to be honest, I didn't do what I did for a reward, I did it because Gwen's my friend, one of my best friends." Peter spoke, not noticing Gwen's now sinking expression.

Confusion on her mind, Gwen felt conflicted, more often than not she should have been happy to hear that..and yet she felt saddened.

George, on the other hand, felt his conviction to help his daughter even the playing field.

"Then that's even more of a reason for you to come to dinner, Gwen's mother is a wonderful cook as is Gwen, Please come to our home and meet the family. I'm sure as you both enter high school there will be chances for you to come over, might as well get it over with now, no?"

Gwen, seeing her chance to strike come, added on.

"Yeah, Pete, my mom has been wanting to meet you for a while now, after all, I've been to your place so many times now, you should come to mine..."

Contrary to popular belief Peter was not as dense as he played on...no, on the contrary, he was able to see through most people, reading their heartbeats, watching their every eye movement, listening to them swallow saliva in nervousness. Peter had found a lot of ways to read a person.

Peter had known about Liz's feeling's for him since the day she came to his home in tears following the event at MJ's home. He had a feeling Gwen cared for him a bit as well, though not to the same extent, he did for MJ, or even Liz did for him. Prior to today, Cindy and he were the best of friends, she was almost like a guy friend, kinda like Johnny and him.

Peter was able to tell, the slight feeling Gwen had for him before...it was growing...fast, he didn't want that. He was already in love with MJ...and then there was the situation with Cindy. Things were already plenty complicated, far so in fact.

Thus, Peter wanted to keep a slight distance from Gwen, to keep their friendship and not let anything else grow, to let Gwen's mood calm down. And yet, here he was being invited to her home, to have a family dinner, to meet her family.

If George was the only one inviting him, he might have been able to say no...and yet when she asked...when she was the one asking him out...he couldn't say no.

Peter sighed in defeat inwardly, let a smile shine on his face and said. "I would love to, it sounds like fun."

Gwen seeing that smile, without her realizing it, let a smile of her own out. Dazzling and radiant, unlike her everyday smile...it stole Peter's breath away.

George seeing things come to fruition, smiled himself. Looking at his daughter smile so brightly, it reminded him of her mother...smiling at himself. Which brought conflicting feelings to the fore, for the NYPD Captain.

'He still has to win over her mother, and brothers...well, her brothers.'

George thought to himself, not aware that he didn't include himself in that list.

Peter eventually snapped back into reality and then said.

"Ok we can schedule this another day, Cindy is still alone and I have guests coming."

Gwen not needing another reminder grabbed her father's hand and walked out of the room.

"Later, Pete."

"Mmm."

May seeing the two leave the room sat back down on the bedside and hummed to herself. Ben, on the other hand, was finally able to see the inner workings of the earlier conversation and sighed, then looked to Peter and asked.

"Tiger, is that ok?"

Peter hearing his uncles words felt a sour expression come over his face and then answered.

"I don't know...but I couldn't say no to her…"

"*Sigh*, Kid, I don't know what to say to you anymore. Just, take care of yourself ok?"

"Mmm"

Not long after Ben's and Peter's conversation the med room door opened once more, in walked Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm, and Ben Grimm.

Not letting Peter get in a greeting Johnny piped up.

"Wassup superboy, looking kinda down in the dumps."

Peter smiled wryly and replied.

"Nothing Johnny, I'm good, just a little tired."

"Kid, if you need a break we can go-"

"I'm fine Ben, thank you guys for coming to see me, Susan told me you guys were waiting to see if I was ok? You shouldn't have, you guys are probably just as tired as me."

"We're fine, Peter, you're the one who gave us a scare, you should have seen Ben's face when he heard you passed out. Paler than a sheet, I'd say." Reed said with a relieved grin on his face.

"Shut it stretch, Peter don't go listening to his babble."

"Really? Cause I heard Sue say a certain someone was playing the blame game with only one person. Really big guy, kinda tall, a little bald if she told me correctly…"

"I am not bald! I shave my head on purpose!"

Ben half-shouted before he saw the two people by Peter's bedside. Seeing both Ben and May, sitting there smiling at them.

Grimm felt his back straighten before he walked forward and looked down before saying.

"Mr. and Mrs. Parker, I'm sorry for letting your son put himself through such dangers so foolishly. I should have had the forethought to stop him from carrying on once I heard he had been in an accident."

Reed seeing Ben apologize so seriously thought he should step forward himself. As he sought to do so, he heard a voice call out.

"You don't have to apologize, my Peter can be seriously stubborn sometimes, trust me I know." May spoke, letting a gentle tone take over her voice.

"She's right you know. Peter takes after his father, my brother, you see, once he's made up his mind, there aren't many things that will change it. Neither I nor my wife blame you for this, besides if I'm hearing things correctly my boy saved many a person today. If he hadn't gone out there I have no doubt, there would be many more families out there who would have gotten some horrid news today. So don't apologize, Son."

Ben, hearing the couples words, truly felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Reed, who was about to step up and apologize, smiled wryly and then reached for Ben's shoulder and pulled him back up.

"See, Ben, everything's fine."

"Yeah, Still stretch, I would've felt horrible if I didn't apologize."

Uncle Ben reached forward to Peter's shoulder and said.

"Tiger, don't you have something to say?"

Peter mirthly smiled and then sighed before saying.

"Ben, Reed, Johnny, Susan, I'm sorry for worrying you guys, I shouldn't have put you through the wringer like that, It's just...there were people out there who needed help out there and I really didn't know how bad of a condition my body was in. So I went out there, stupidly, but I did and I'm sorry if I worried you."

The group of people smiled and laughed though Ben kept a straight face all the while, his eyes slightly stern. Ben spoke up.

"Kid, you have to learn to take care of yourself before you can learn to take care of others. I'm happy that we could save lives today, but if one of us was lost in the process…then that's not helping anyone."

"Yeah, Ben, I get it."

Johnny seeing Ben's grim face, spoke up.

"Geez, baldy, calm down. Way to ruin the moment."

Ben felt a headache coming on and said. "Whatever, pipsqueak, I'm just trying to make sure the reliable ones in the group make it."

"You saying I'm not reliable-"

"Now, now you two, we still have a few things to do." Reed called out in a calming manner.

"Peter, there are quite a few people out there who have been dying to meet you." Susan filled in.

"People, meet me? Why?"

Johnny looked at Peter incredulously.

"Pete, you led a group of people to help save, a total of around 50-ish people. Your only like 14, that's like freaking worldwide level newsworthy man."

Peter hearing this felt a pang of dread come over him. All that attention wouldn't be a good thing.

Susan seeing Peter's current state realized what he was thinking.

"Pete, you don't have to worry, this kind of thing could only be good, besides with the Baxter Building Foundation backing you no one would post anything bad or too 'revealing'. Your 'private' information will stay 'private', of that, you have my promise."

Peter hearing Susan's words, felt a tide of relief wash over him mentally.

Reed took this time to speak up as well. "That's not all, the Baxter Building has received a ton of calls asking who it is they have to thank for saving their loved ones, Pete, do you remember that little girl you brought to me? Her father reached out and would like to thank me in person, when I told him what you did he wanted to meet you as well, to thank 'us' in person. From you finding her to finding her mothers I.D card, he couldn't stop thanking you."

Susan hearing Reed's words realized why Peter was startled earlier, when she had stated that Reed had found the I.D, when in fact Peter had done it. "Peter, why didn't you tell me?" She inquired.

Understanding her confusion Peter spoke up. "It wasn't important," Peter smile wryly, "As long as she's safe then what does credit matter."

Uncle Ben spoke up in slight admonishment. "It might not mean anything to you Peter, but to the parent who now has their child by their side, it means a great deal. To thank the person who saved their baby first hand is of immense importance."

Peter hearing Ben's words and seeing Reed nod at him smiled and said. "Alright we can set that up, as for the reporters and stuff...well I don't know what to do in that situation."

I can schedule the meeting between the parent, Susan is like a moderate spokesperson for the Baxter building, so she has contacts in the media, she can handle that." Reed smiled and responded.

"Mmm, we can set up a small interview with a news station tomorrow, if you're up for it. I can handle everything after that." Susan filled in.

"An interview...isn't that a bit much?" Peter awkwardly said.

"Peter, this kind of thing only happens a few times in a persons' life, to have this kind of good free publicity is an amazing thing. This kind of stuff goes into a lot of things, the Baxter Buildings reputation, college applications, future working options-"

"Did you say college applications?" May sputtered out, lightly interrupting Susan's monologue.

"Yes, colleges love this kind of stuff. I mean who wouldn't want to be the place that accepted a hero into their school." Susan smartly replied, seeing a chance.

"He'll do the interview, even if his grades are more than enough to get into a good college, he still needs every leg up he can get." May finished whilst looking at Ben.

Uncle Ben replied with a nod and a "Mmm."

Peter seeing he had no chance to refuse just sighed and nodded.

Johnny seeing that crazy look in his sister's eyes thought to break up her little victorious mood.

"You know, Peter hasn't technically joined the Baxter Foundation. After all, he hasn't benefited the Foundation, after all, you and dad were the ones who made up that rule remember, "To join the Foundation, one must have dedicated something of greatness to the Foundation, a finding, an invention, a grant, a sponsorship.", So technically speaking, any good publicity he gets is his own and not the Foundations" Johnny finished smugly and as he expected Susan's once happy and proud face slowly began to melt and morph into a grimace of regret.

"Actually, that isn't true, over the past few years, Peter has been fueling me with idea's, in particular, his proddings have led me onto the right track when it comes to a certain project. I already filled out the form for the invention a week ago, it's already been approved and in that form, I listed Peter as my co-inventor, so technically he has been recognized as a member of the Baxter Foundation."

"Huh? Stretch, what project?" Ben asked inquisitively.

"Reed did you actually-" Peter excitedly erupted.

"Yup, Peter we did it!"

"Woaahhh! wait- what do you mean we? All I did was ask questions!" Peter yelled out, then questioned intensely.

"Peter, you may not know it but those questions were a form of guidance that I don't know if I ever would have gotten if it weren't for you. Because of you, I was able to see the error in my ways and make corrections, besides those first critiques you gave me all those years ago were the Foundation blocks I so needed."

"You mean the circuit and the power management?"

"Not just those, the nuclear fission, it ended up being the key to the heating issue!" Reed finished ecstatically.

"Really?! But even then, all I was doing was running my mouth."

Peter, one day, one day you'll understand exactly how much you helped me but for now, just accept this." reed finished with a slight solemn undertone. But even that wasn't enough to overcome his very obvious excitement, at the moment.

Johnny tired of the ring around these two geniuses were giving everyone, spoke up in exasperation.

"So is anyone going to tell us what this ever so important project was?"

"Quantum Computing, Peter's aid finally let me be able to overcome the hurdle that is Quantum Computing, with this...our...our project might 'finally' be approved, You, Me, Susan, Ben, and Victor, we might finally be able to convince others to get us the funding so that we can continue that project. Let alone all the other gifts this miracle might bring us, bring the Baxter Foundation, it's enough to put us on the same playing field as Oscorp and Stark Industries!"

Ben, Susan and Johnny each went dead quiet, the idea of finally being able to continue that project, let alone everything else reed had just said was in no way a small matter, this would change the world let alone the Baxter Building.

"Reed, are you serious?" Susan called out in a shocked yet solemn manner.

"Yes, Sue, I'm dead serious. Because of Peter, we're finally moving forward."

Susan slowly and rigidly turned to look at Peter, she saw him awkwardly scratching the back of his head, just as blown away as everyone in the room who truly understood the magnitude of what Reed had just told them.

Susan without realizing it stepped right up to Peter and kissed his forehead and whispered, "You really are my lucky charm."

Susan thought back on how Peter had not just once or twice, but far more than that had been able to help her in her own work, in a similar fashion to how he had helped Reed through his own research.

Time and again Peter had proved himself brilliant in many ways, both with, in and out of the box thinking, this abled him to see problems from many a perspective, not just one or two.

Susan not letting her mood get the better of her, straightened out her back and called out.

"Reed, Ben get things ready, we're not only having a press conference about today's happenings, but we're also going to release an early report about Reed's invention. Johnny get dad as quickly as possible to take care of Peter himself, I have to prepare the companies matters, for the upcoming storm."

The trio stood tall and went off without a word, Susan turned to Peter once more, seeing his red face, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Peter, and welcome to the Baxter Foundation, I'll make sure my old man handles everything properly. You just rest, we can begin your formal entry work when you've recovered."

Susan saying all she had to, walked out of the room and god knows where. Peter seeing all this happen was red-faced, shocked, and still slightly flabbergasted at the recent happenings.

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*Authors Notes*

Wow, it's been like two months since I've updated or is it more, I can't tell anymore. First of all, I'd like to apologize for the absence, I would like to say that it's inexcusable, but in fact, it isn't. My mother went under one of those surgeries I said she would have to prior. The surgery itself went fine, but afterward, they gave her a medication that she was allergic to, this set off a whole slew of things that I don't even want to get into. Eventually, she came home, and I did my best to be there for her.

My mom is a fairly opinionated person, once she gets it in her mind that she's "ok" now, she does as she sees fit, myself and my family tried our best to take care of her every need, but she's so stupidly stubborn she would wake up at all hour's of the night to try and do things for herself.

She still had an open incision, worse came to worse and she eventually ended getting an infection and her incision took forever to close. This went on for a few weeks before she properly healed.

Oh also, I was fired...yup that sucks, too much time off apparently. I told my boss about things with my mother, she apologized but said she couldn't really do anything, some corporate order BS.

Also, summer school starts soon, I plan on taking a few elective classes for some credits. After all my recent grades have fallen somewhat, I got a C-, that's kind of unheard of for me. Decided to put in some more work in my last two years.

Essentially my life has been stressful as fuck, thus every time I tried to clear up the time to write, I just didn't have it in me. I also got so busy I couldn't clear up a whole day for writing like I used to. Now I have had to write a few hours in the morning, it's the only time I have to myself that I can free up. Heck, I don't even have a nightlife anymore, luckily my friend's have stayed by my side, I just haven't seen them in a few weeks. It's been ok doing so, but it has really shortened my writing time immensely, also, I no longer have the same feeling when I write. So If it seems slightly disjointed that's probably why, again apologies. I've gotten plenty of favorites and followers let alone Reviews, these have really improved my drive for writing. Knowing there are people out there who're waiting to read the next chapter is really encouraging to me.

So thank you all who have done so!

Now let's get into the chapter contents,

Peter's first direct interaction with multiple of the totems, this was fun to write, and I hope it isn't too confusing. I know for some who don't know about the Totem's it can be, so I went a little bit into describing what the 'Other' looks like.

Peter and Gwen's first lapse of control, huehuehue, I decided to let things take a more natural course, as I didn't want to have to write up a sex scene between middle schoolers...cuz that's kinda gross. Later though...huehuehue…

Peter's first climb ahhhhh! I tried so hard to make this come to life in a fun and simple way, I went and re-did that scene the most I think I ever have in all of my writing experience. Hopefully, it was fun and not anti-climatic.

Gwen's budding feelings for Peter, are becoming very clear, as are Cindy's, this is quite troublesome to our young hero. After all, he can see it very clearly. Peter isn't yet at the point, maturity wise, to be able to balance all of that. Thus he's trying to distance himself from the "harem"...well he doesn't know it's a harem...yet.

Sandman's Pov section I struggled with, whether due to outside stress or I found the situation hard to bring to task, I don't yet know. Essentially I want his character to come across as somewhat ambiguous. A man who was just at the center of a storm of his own causing, feeling grief and pain for a short amount of time, to then rush away from the scene once he hears or thinks about something that matters to him more. I want him to come across as a man who isn't all there right now, he wants to find his family without regards to everything else in his life, why? Because he thinks he'll be whole with them by his side...but will he ever be whole again? Oscorp is another situation entirely, one I'll tackle next Chapter.

There's a lot going on right now in the story, and SHIELD will get a hand in it eventually as will some other characters...next chapter...mu-MUHAHAHAHAHA. Though in all seriousness, I wanted to have Oscorp's and SHIELD's reactions this chapter but I saw that this one was getting too long and I eventually decided to wait on it. In an attempt to cull the masses wants, after all, it's been a while.

MJ...how do we talk about MJ...especially when she wasn't even in the chapter. Sheesh, some of you guys really detest MJ being Peter's first love...but like bite me or something. She's my favorite girl, more than likely always will be, Felicia right behind her. But if you think things are going to go in a straight manner then you're dead wrong...Summer Vacation is coming up...and that means a lot is about to go down and MJ will be gone for most of it, over at that acting camp. As for what the mice will do while the cat's gone

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Welp that's pretty much it, as far as I can remember, at least. I would like to thank all of you guys who took the time to read this little fic of mine, it means a lot to me, especially in current times. This has been your plenty pathetic author MisterMC, and I'm out this bitch!

Oh, another thing any spelling mistakes, please do point them out in detail so I can make corrections in as little time as possible! My buddy Josh was too busy at the time to get this one out quickly thus I released it as is, though I skim read it for any mistakes I most likely missed quite a few. Hopefully, it was still legible and readable.