I don't own Spider-man. This is just for fun and haven't made any money, so please don't sue me.
Sunday night
"Yahoo!"
A carefree yell was heard several hundred feet above the street, which got the attention of several pedestrians. They looked upwards to find the source, thinking some poor soul finally cracked from slaving hours at the office and decided to take a leap but they found nothing.
"Hell yeah!"
This time the scream was deafening. Many searched for the source but none were able to identify where it came from nor who had yelled it.
High above the streets of New York there was a person swinging artfully between buildings. Letting go of a web he was swing with, said person flew up into the air. As he reached the pinnacle of his skywards arc, he crossed both hand over his chest and started to spin sideways, free falling. Feeling the freedom of his chaotic descent, he could only help to smile. As he neared the cemented pavement and towards his immediate death,he finally shot a web and started his rhythmic swinging, all the while feeling the rush of the wind going through him. He couldn't stop another yell to escape his mouth.
"Olympic Gymnasts, eat your heart out!"
Well as you may have guessed, the source of these screams were none other than a very excited Peter. He was swinging happily for he was testing out his newly developed web fluid. It finally works as intended, of course only due to the help he received from the research he stole. Sure he still had to recreate the stabilizer fluid using household items considering the original was made within a lab, but it was worth the trouble it took him to make it. He had to make both formulas work together within the cartridge to make his webbing perfect, which itself took a day worth of his time for it to be slightly functional. Despite his struggles, he included an additional feature to the pressure regulator. The adjustment had allowed him to make more webs than previously calculated. How much more? Well considering he has swung across Manhattan twice now, a lot more. About 75-150 percent of an increase, he would have to guess, but then again it was hard to calculate on an actual number when you are swinging by a thread, literally.
Suddenly he felt his spider-sense pulling him a street block to the east, snapping him back to reality from whatever daze he was in. He decides to follow it, shooting a web line to the right of him. In one swing, he lands on the building that his spider-sense were pulling him to. He saw nothing on the building and started to wonder if his spider-sense were starting to fail him. Just then, almost as if it had mind of its own and decided to retort his point, his sense ringed again, but this time pointing below the building he was on. Peter looked over the edge of the building to see two guys ganging up on a young woman. He jumps down to stop the two, and as he was in free fall, he checked both of his web-shooters. The little display on them showed how much web fluid was left within the slotted cartilage which was one sixteenth.
He smiles under the mask at the reading.
"Best decision I have ever made."
He thought as he landed, surprising the men, and proceeded to introduce his fists to the men's faces.
Way of the Spider: Chapter 3 The Ones We Unknowingly Hurt
Monday afternoon
Another school day has ended, and we find Peter exiting the school's library. He was looking at his cell phone and was carrying some books on his other hand.
The reason why his eyes were glued on the phone was due to all the information that he had stolen over the weekend. Yes not only did he stole the stabilizing agent, he stole every single piece of research from the the campus. If the stabilizing agent were the only thing missing, then it would be easier to trace it back to him. Seeing as all research was stolen, it will lead the investigators to believe that an organization was at fault rather than a lanky teen. If one formula was stolen from all the others than it would narrow down the suspects, making it traceable. In order to avoid that, Peter stole terabytes of information. You may be wondering just how Peter would be able to store all that information on a regular PC, but the thing is that Peter doesn't own a typical computer. He doesn't own a state of art computer system that most people would think a hacker would have. Nope, his computer was built by him using parts he would buy at the local thrift shop, which were to say the least horribly outdated. Luckily when he was younger he decided to start a personal project and was able to invent a new way of data comprising. It allowed petabytes, which is a thousand terabytes, of info to be processed and stored in as megabytes. So his dinosaur-ck computer was running like a super computer. Not bad for a ten year old who made the old fossil through his weekly allowance.
Back to the research information that Peter was look at. He was amazed at the things that they were working on. Some of the research, he was sure, he could use to help him in his extracurricular activities. Like the research on vibration induce voice modulator. The use of vibrations near the voice box could change the tone and pitch of one's voice. Yup, he was definitely going to use that no doubt about it seeing as he still in that awful stage in life called puberty. And let us not forget, the research on artificial intelligences. He was sure he could use that as a foundation to build his own A. help him monitor the city. He was so engrossed in the info, that he didn't hear someone calling out to him.
"Earth to Peter. Can you hear me, over?"
The voice called out once more, and this time Peter heard it. He looked up to see his only friend from school, standing in front of him and waving his hand in front of his face.
"Oh, Danny. Sorry man. I was look at some news article. My bad."
Peter apologized for ignoring Danny.
Danny, or his real name Daniel Evans, is a young African American teen. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, baggy cargo shorts, and now had blonde hair that was cut in a weird fashion. He would change hairstyles monthly, so Peter was used to it. Again he had one hand waving and the other was holding his skateboard.
Danny and Peter first met in their high school basketball tryouts. They were both so good at the sport that the coach offered them a spot on the varsity team, despite being freshmen. This got a lot of attention from the seniors on the varsity team, seeing as they felt that a couple of newcomers didn't deserve the spot compared to others who worked their way up through sweat and tears. This forced the two to them to form a friendship to survive the injustices of the seniors, but also to show them their worth on the court. And did they! They were so good together that some of the other teams often accused their school of cheating, but that was all in the past now.
"Hey, man. Are you trying to avoid your only friend?" asked Danny suspiciously.
"What! No, why would I do that?" Peter asked genuinely curious on the reason as why he would think that.
"Well, cuz you bailed on me on Saturday. And I was looking for you all day today." said Danny.
"What? Shit, sorry Danny, but didn't I send you a text?" lied Peter, since he completely forgotten that last Saturday was their monthly one-on-one match.
"Nope." Danny simply replied.
"Sorry again dude, but my cousin needed help for this big exam today, and I was stuck helping her study. You know how it is." Again Peter lied, when in reality he was working on his web formula all of Saturday.
"Again? Man, sometimes I think you're the one in college and not her." laughed Daniel.
"Ha, you're just saying that because you wish she was younger so you could hit on her." said Peter which stopped Danny in his tracks and caused him to snort from disbelief.
"That doesn't stop me from hit on her now." Danny proudly said, until he heard Peter's retort.
" Except for the fact that she doesn't like you." laughed Peter as he started to walk towards the exit of the school. Danny just cursed Peter out and followed him, swearing that one day she would see the error of her ways. Which caused both of them to laugh, again.
They walk out of the school and were headed to the bus stop, that Danny uses to go home, still talking about their weekend, when they heard a honk of a car. They turn their heads to see the source and saw that it was Teresa Parker in her old Honda Civic across the street.
"That's odd. Isn't she suppose to be in school?" asked Danny, knowing that she had classes today at college.
"Yeah, that is odd. Well I guess this is my stop. See ya." Peter said as he crossed the street to get in his cousin's car.
"Later!" yelled out Danny and then making eye contact with Teresa. He smiles and waves at her which she returns. He then continued towards the bus stop.
"Hey Tess, what up?" asked Peter as he enters the car.
Teresa Parker, or Tess as Peter calls her, is a twenty one year old, brown hair woman. She was waiting for Peter to close the car door before answering.
"No classes today. The school was hacked this weekend and now the school is closed until the cops investigate." said Teresa with a sigh. She then started the car and started the drive back home.
When they stop on the third street, Teresa remembered something and asked Peter about the Human Anatomy books he borrowed from her.
"I just needed to copy some info for a school project, and it's cheaper to print copies in school than a store. Here they are." Peter stated as he put the books he was carrying on the back seat of the car.
"Don't you think it's a little bit overkill to use college textbooks on a high school project?" asked Teresa.
"Nope." said Peter quickly, but she was right. It was overkill. That was if he was using the info for school. He instead was researching on the weak points on the human body, such as joints, nerve clusters, vital organs, etc. His previous fight with the devil left a painful reminder. He wasn't a skilled fighter and there was more to fighting than just hitting your opponent with brute force until they pass out. The fight, still fresh in his mind, showed just how much that statement was true. Peter, clearly had the upper hand. He had super powers, yet he still lost. The skills that the devil had were no joke. If he wanted, Peter would not be alive now, and the fact that the devil was using Peter's own strength against him scared him, but it didn't deter him. Using Teresa's books, Peter has noted some of the weak points of the human body. Now the problem was to find out how much strength he should be using. A big problem for him considering that he can lift a five ton bulldozer with relativity ease. He was thinking to test out the proper strength needed on the criminals without causing major damage or death.
His line of thought was broken when Teresa asked another question. "Hey did you get the application for that fancy school Mom wants you to attend?" Somehow, during the weekend, Gwen convinced Aunt May to let him join her school.
Peter reached into his backpack and pulled out some papers, showing her the applications."Yes, I have it right here. As well as the applications for the scholarship. They are all filled in, and I just need a responsible adult to sign them, so I can send them."
"Well where is a pen, so I can John Hancock them?" asked Teresa, which caused Peter to smirk at the obvious setup.
"First, you are driving. Second, you are not a responsible adult, and before you argue. The first kind of proves the second point." Peter stated, sagely.
All that Teresa was able to do was to curse a "smart ass" under her breathe as she continued to drive the chuckling hyena, next to her, home.
Guess who is back? So all of me five followers can re-joys.