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Chapter 2: Power
Peter awoke in a hospital several hours later. Dr. Otto Octavius stood there looking at Peter, "Ahh you have awaken Mr. Parker!"
Aunt May and Uncle Ben stood on the other side of the bed. They both had good expressions on their faces.
"Otto here was kind enough to pay for the bills," said Uncle Ben.
"Anything to help," he said. He was still wearing the sunglasses but the tentacles were absent, "I didn't listen to the boy, he said the effects of the ray might have been terrible."
"He was right the ray increased the spider's venom amount," said Otto, "We are lucky he wasn't hurt!"
"Well Dr. Octavius, we couldn't thank you enough," said Aunt May.
"It is not a problem, but I must get back to work on that beam," he said. He left the room.
"Peter you have to be more careful," said Aunt May, "We can't stand to lose you!"
"But I feel fine," said Peter, "In fact I feel better."
"Well let's get out of here," said Uncle Ben, "What do you two say to going out to dinner."
They both nodded and left the hospital…
The next morning…
Peter got up and checked on his adhesive. He stood for a moment and thought. It was a weekend so he was staying home today so he had time.
An idea burst into his head!
He grabbed a watch, and a few other items and started working.
Several hours later…
He built a mechanism with a nozzle on the end and poured a new chemical into the adhesive. It reacted in a weird way but remained liquid. He poured it into a beaker, and inserted it into his machine. He strapped the machines to his wrists. Then he put his ring finger and middle finger onto a trigger.
A substance shot out and stuck to the wall.
"Wow," he exclaimed.
'This substance should dissolve by a hour,' he thought, 'I don't know what I am going to use this for, but it's a very sticky substance, strong, and its not sticky enough where my hand gets stuck. But its strong enough that the end keeps onto the wall no matter how hard I pull.'
He walked outside to test these wrist devices out. He aimed for the top of the roof and fired. It stuck on. Then he grabbed it and climbed up. He climbed up much faster than he would on the rope in gym. But all of a sudden when he almost reached the top it snapped!
He reached out with his hand to the side of the building it caught. He smacked the house with his other hand. He was stuck to the wall. Then he put his feet up they stuck too. Then he climbed up and stood on the top of the house.
"Woah," he said out loud not even realizing it. He looked at the next house over. He had this sudden feeling if he jumped he would make it.
He leaped over, he landed crossing an amazing distance, 'This can't be right…that spider did something to me!'
Then he jumped to the next, he soon landed on one in front of a tall building. He stared straight up.
He aimed a wrist device at the top of the building. He pressed the trigger and he jumped. He was swinging from the thread and it never snapped!
He swung very fast and then a buzzing noise went through his head. He smacked into the building. He fell to the ground next to a guy at a fruit stand.
"What the hell do you think your doing!" he yelled.
"Umm…trapeze?" he asked.
"Get out of my site!" he said.
Then Peter walked back to his house deciding not to try that again. When he arrived home he sat down and watched some television.
The man on the television was a man wearing a harness and wings of some sort.
"One day flying will be common technology used for all!" said the man, "I Adrian Toomes represent Oscorp, and here we make miracles happen."
"Thank you Dr. Toomes, now for weather," said a anchorman on the news channel.
Than Peter shut it off, "Sometimes everyone is a crack pot."
He was thinking about Toomes the idea was shot out of his head immediately.
"Peter I'm home!" yelled Aunt May.
"Hi Aunt May," he said.
"Well it's time for dinner Peter I hope you didn't eat too much," she said.
"Well…no," he thought back he didn't eat at all that morning.
Then Uncle Ben walked in, "Let's get cookin' everyone!"
Soon it was a school day again…
Peter had to chase the bus this time. He caught up when it got to its next stop and got on. But other than that his recent discovery kept him happy.
Later on at lunch…
He was eating, when all of a sudden he felt like something was coming. He turned around it was a bowl of pudding. He ducked caught it in mid-air and threw it back.
It hit Flash in the face!
"FOOD FIGHT!" yelled Kong he picked up his plate of food and threw it.
Soon Flash ran over to Peter and lifted him up by his shirt, "Today after school you're going to die!"
After school…
Kong and Flash were standing out by a fenced area. Peter came over there and stood.
Flash started throwing punches; the buzzing kept happening in Peter's head he would simply dodge each punch after each buzz happened.
Peter was finally tired of this and blocked a punch made by Flash. He caught his fist, and felt several bones shatter in Flash's hand.
"Parker why did you do that!" yelled Flash.
Several Days later…
"Those horrible Thompson's are making us pay for their kids bill," said Uncle Ben, "Peter please never do this sort of thing again, you're already suspended."
"Sorry Uncle Ben," he said.
"I hope you'll learn a lesson from this," said Aunt May, "We have to leave."
They left and then Peter walked over to the couch and sat down.
The television was on and it was the news again, "There is a man wanted by the police but his location is unknown, if you bring this man in the police will award you with three thousand dollars."
"Here is his picture, he goes by Crusher Hogan, I repeat Crusher Hogan, if you see this man report to the police, or if you have the equipment to do so bring him in!"
Peter stood up and ran to his room. He put on a ski mask over his glasses. It was red and black. He then strapped on his web shooters and ran down stairs.
"Crusher Hogan was last seen…" said the Anchorman
He listened then ran out of the door hopping from house to house. He was starting to get the hang of it. Then he decided to try out the web swinging again. He aimed fired and swung from the thread, he aimed another fired and let go of the other.
He got the hang of it and now was traveling faster than any of the cars below. He soon arrived in front of a wrestling arena. He landed and walked in.
He came over to the clerk, "Is there a Crusher Hogan here?"
"Yes," she said.
He ran in and saw him in the middle of a match. Then he jumped between them and started punching Crusher Hogan. He then shot some webbing at him tying him up.
"The winner is some guy in a ski mask?" questioned the announcer.
Then the referee exclaimed, "The Amazing Spider-man!"
He raised Peter's hand before he could run off.
Everyone was cheering and yelling at him.
They chanted, "Spider-man!"
"Ummm…thanks?" Peter questioned, he picked up Crusher Hogan and hopped out of the arena. He ran to the door.
There was someone else at the desk, "Yo, Spider-man!"
"What?" he asked again, it had to be the weirdest experience he has had before.
"Can you come back here one Friday?" he asked, "Face the Bonesaw?"
"Why?" he asked.
"There will be money," he stated.
"You know what okay!" he said as he ran.
He shot a web and swung towards the station. He arrived about five minutes later.
He walked over to the guy at the front, "I have Crusher Hogan!"
"Hey I just watched you on the wrestling match!" he said.
"Didn't you know he was a villain?" asked Peter.
"No…wait a second," said the guy.
"So reward money?" he asked.
"At ease officer I'll take care of it," it was a woman her badge said, 'Jeane De' Wolfe.'
"Here's your money," she said, "I suspected you wanted cash because you have a mask over your face."
"Yeah…"
"So Spider-man huh? I'm Jeane De' Wolfe!" she said.
"Umm…Spider-man?" he said, "Thanks for the money."
"You bet makes our job easier," she said.
He ran outside of the door to swing home. He decided to call the devices web shooters. He launched a few webs and landed safely at home.
A show was on called Quentin Beck the Failed at Hollywood.
"Quentin Beck was washed out of Hollywood, and now he is not much anymore," said the guy, "He is working a minimum wage job, also lives off of his remaining money from showbiz, and he refuses to sell any of his special effects equipment!"
He shut it off immediately.
Then Uncle Ben and Aunt May entered.
"Peter we're home!" yelled Aunt May.
Next Chapter: With Power Comes Great Responsibility