Peter Parker was lying down on a creaky twin bed that belonged to Empire State University. His dorm room was receiving the first rays of dawn. The windows had cheap curtains that failed to function properly. Half the room's contents were doused in a very mellow morning light, while the remainder was still swallowed in a partially opaque darkness. This was the third night in a row that the twenty year old man child couldn't get a good thorough night's sleep.
"What the fuck am I doing here? Im still an immature dumbass who can't get used to college like every other normal adult my age."
Countering, his train of thought switched in an effort to prove the criticism wrong.
"Calm down Pete you're doing great, not every average Joe can juggle getting a science degree and be a strong friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
Strong. That word stuck out. Even when trying to compliment himself he knew when it was just hollow positives. Strong is definitely not the word he'd use to describe the current state of his spider-like alter ego. Yea he was going into his 5th year of being Spider-Man, he knew the ins and outs of the gig, but with how the city's been with its absurd rising crime rate; Spider-Man was starting to lag behind. His experience isn't enough to keep up with the growing competition. Peter knew that things were getting out of hand.
New day, same old lousy problems! Peter barks out irritably.
BERRR! BERRR! BERRR!
The usual 6:45 alarm thrummed through the small single dormitory. As Peter got up and turned off the wretched sound, he noticed that he had gotten an email already.
"Damn being a stem major sucks." Peter dives into his usual mental rant on why he decided to purse science and not some hippie shit like liberal arts or something greedy & profitable like business.
Scanning the email quickly while concluding his mental ted talk, Peter's eyes almost leave their sockets when he registers the message is about how the midterm essay for Evolution Theory 300 was due by the end of the day. The lousy professor moved the due date up by 24 hours. Granted the class syllabus does say the professor could do so. They even reminded the class to not leave the paper for last minute, as the posted due date could be subject to change.
"FUCK FUCK is why procrastination is toxic! Okay Parker you no longer have time to make your bed and organize this messy room." He snorted while saying this to himself. Peter and the words clean & organized are not something you'd say go well together.
Changing out of his pajamas (a plain white t-shirt and basket ball shorts) he paused for a second having a lapse in thought. Lately, his go to outfit has been a random bland colored t-shirt and faded jeans. The temperature's been dropping though. Switching it up to fit the season's changes he puts on grey sweatpants, a white undershirt, and the university's standard purple colored hoodie with the letters ESU on the chest. He quickly brushes his teeth and puts on his very used, very old, no longer visually appealing sneakers. He hates them, but currently he's poor as all hell and having the spare change to get new sneakers is a luxury Peter simply didn't have. Packing up his things (two notebooks, a few pens, flash cards, and his laptop) in the ESU book bag he got two years ago during his freshman year. Making sure to have his wallet, phone, and dorm keys (the essentials) Peter took a few steps readying himself in front of the door. He took a deep breath. Gathering his thoughts and feelings, he said an affirmation out loud.
"You got this Parker, you'll kill it today!" He turned the doorknob and in a second he was out the door and on his way to tackle the day.
Peter walked into his 8:30 A.M class late. How? Well the answer is simple: Parker luck that's how. He was frustrated. Even with waking up before his alarm and getting his day going at the literal ass crack of dawn, the universe somehow still found a way to set Peter off track. First, there was the annoying ass Karen at Dunkin Doughnuts who decided to complain about God knows what at 7 in the morning, causing innocent sleep deprived Peter to get his coffee 15 minutes later than usual. Second, Peter couldn't eat a full breakfast because the grouchy old ESU employee wouldn't let him take a box of to-go cereal because it technically counted as a meal swipe and he was also getting pancakes (as his actual meal). He didn't have the commodity of wasting 2 meal wipes on a sub-par breakfast. Third, to top it off, when exiting the building where ESU had a cafeteria in, Peter encountered a few thugs trying to rob the local corner bodega. 3 men not so big or buff looking -none being taller than 5'11- were harassing the owner.
(Flash back to about an hour ago)
Shit! Peter looked at his phone and the time read 7:47. Peter knew he had 3 different (but identical) Spidey suits hidden around campus. They were hidden in small bags that were locked. Peter is the only one who has the keys, and even if someone were to open the bags, there would be a note waiting for the person saying "hi! This is your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man's uniform, please leave it here. Thank you!" It only happened once that a homeless woman had found one of the hidden bags, somehow opened it, and threw up all over his garbs. Running to a hidden alleyway nearby that had one of the Suits, Peter analyzed his surrounding environment. Seeing nobody, but too scared to risk being seen, the vigilante tapped into his Spidey-sense, intuitively reading his sensations. He now knew for certain the coast was clear. In no more than 60 seconds Peter was in his classic red-and-blue suit and on his way to help the victims in need.
A few moments later one of the thugs was slammed faced down to the ground. The other two quickly looked around and the one closest to the fallen man yelled
"hurry someone took out Hernacio, people see us." The other was taking money out of the register. The owner Mr Chavez was tied, gagged and blindfolded.
"You know it's not very smart to say your buddy's name when doing a crime right? Kinda makes finding the accomplice wayyyy too easy"
"Spider-Man?!"
Peter webbed up a thug and made his way to the third who was taking cash and stashing it in his bag. "Hey! Bullying an elderly man who owns a local business is so not cool man. Like really, how much more of a loser can you be?"
The robber took out a taser. How he had one? Spidey had not even the slightest idea. It looked a lot like the ones NYPD officers carry with them. Spider-Man jerked his body almost in a way to juke his competition. The thug didn't fall for the fake and fired the taser straight into Spider-mans chest. Peter felt burning throughout his body. The pain was bad, but not unbearable. Wasn't the first time he was tased and he knew it wouldn't be the last. Lagging towards the man Spidey brought up his fist while shaking, getting ready to knock the robber out. In a last stitch effort the man brought out a small switch blade. Time slowed down. Peter saw and felt the impending danger, but as the taser's electric shock was finally dwindling he couldn't get himself to move and react in time. The blade swung and its tip grazed Spider-man's chest. Peter yelled.
In a small burst of adrenaline Spider-man took the hand that was mid punch and grabbed the robber's shirt. Pulling the man in harshly ,Peter let out what felt like a very pent up feeling of frustration, "FUCK YOU!" Spider-Man then shot his left hand straight towards his opponent's neck, squeezing down hard he picked the man up by the throat and slammed him into the ground.
All Peter heard was the struggle of breathing and a loud speaker that said "THIS IS THE NYPD PLEASE STAND DOWN." His attention immediately turned to the two officers running in. They came to a complete stop. They stared at the partial mess.
"Spider-Man?"
"Im doing morning patrols now? Cmon NYPD step it up"
One officer grunted angrily. Peter heard the remake and felt like saying more in an effort to get under the officer's skin. Instead he left and shot a web line. It took about two swings to get to the hidden alley where his clothes were.
(Back to present)
Sitting down and taking out his laptop Peter was still stuck in his thoughts. He was constantly recapping his morning. Even with those 3 setbacks Peter should've been on time. He could've sworn the time was only 8:10 when he changed back into his regular civilian clothing. He had twenty minutes to get from secret suit location #2 to the ESU science building. It was tops a 5 minute walk! And that's when he finally accepted it
Shit, the face time call with Flash and Gwen was the reason he was late. He didn't want to think about it. His two best friends called at 8:12, interrupting his stroll to class. He should've just used that as an excuse and not answer the phone. The conversation ended with Peter yelling at the two who were each in their respective dorms laying in the dark. Gwen and Flash had a lot of nerve calling him to complain about how he forgot to send them his part of the data to an assignment. Yea he was at fault because he hadn't yet organized said collected data, but being on his dick about it CONSTANTLY wouldn't help.
Clearing his thoughts Peter finally tuned into what his professor was saying.
"As you all know Empire State University has the exclusive honor and privilege to study the foreign biological substance found during NASA's latest mission to the moon. Their astronauts said the black goo-looking organism was moving around in a hallow meteorite. The team successfully secured the alien, somehow avoiding contact with it. The box wasn't opened till it was transported here."
In a dramatic motion the professor brought out a sort of chamber like contraption that had wheels on the bottom so it could be transported. The alien organism was now the subject of every student's bewildered gaze. There were gasps and "woahs." An unimpressed viewer questioned out loud "that's it?!" Almost as if hearing the kid's challenge, the goo started to move around. It kind of, in a way, looked as if it was trying to ram its way out of the clear enclosure it was detained in. Everyone was amazed.
"That's enough looking for now" as the professor pushed the clear contraption back to the side room where it was being held he stated,
"If you'd like your curiosities satiated you'll have to apply to be an intern on the study team. All Applications are due tonight"
Peter let out a huff. He wanted more than anything to be an intern on that team. For some reason as soon as his eyes saw the black colored sludge he was instantly pulled into a trance. Peter could've sworn his spidey-sense was going off, but in a very dull and small way. Although it was a clear warning from his subconscious, he was already too curious to not want to learn about the mysterious organism. Besides, if it was dangerous, the sensations coming from his spidey-sense would be stronger and more apparent. Unfortunately after class Peter had to do his Evolution Theory Paper, he desperately needed to do well on the mid-term if he hoped to keep the scholarship that allowed him to live his current life.
Leaving the large auditorium where his lecture was, Peter head straight for the University's main Library. He had some serious work to grind out.
Finding a desk at what he considered was his lucky study room (in the 4th floor of the library building), Peter sat down and took out his laptop. He popped his two headphone sin (not apple bc he's not rich) and put the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. Peter was starting to get into the studious vibe, but as one final step in securing his stay at the library, Peter took out a bottle of Adderall he had gotten from a sorta buddy of his. He had never tried a study drug until last year. It was weird to get used to because of his physiology having various spider-like mutations, but after learning how to quell his racing heart Peter knew the little pill would help get his thoughts in order and get shit done.
Before he knew it Peter had worked through lunch and most of the afternoon. It was fascinating how he was always able to go hours on end doing a task with the help of a supplement. Flash and Gwen also used the drug from time to time (like most college students), and they usually laugh at how much more effect it has on Peter than it did on them. Right now the pill's comedown was telling Peter it was time to nap. Pressing submit on his screen, Peter made an audible sigh of relief when the web page update saying he had successfully haded in his midterm.
Walking out of the library building he noticed how dark it was for 6:00 p.m. The sun was set and the night's veil of darkness brought an energy that Peter always found intriguing. That and it meant it was time to go on patrol. On his way to his dorm his mind decided to land on the topic of the new research ESU was going to conduct on the extraterrestrial life. He knew he shouldn't do what he started thinking of next, but that didn't do much to deter the want of doing so from growing. Soon Peter came to a stand still, and in what seemed like a moment of mental debate Peter's eyes fluttered. He quickly turned around and started walking to the science building.
He had only done it a few times before and he had promised himself he wouldn't do it again, but come on man IT'S AN ALIEN how fucking dope is that! So Peter decided to do what some consider an "abuse" of power. Use his Spider-Man alter ego to sneak in and look at the foreign organism for however long he wanted.
In less than 5 minutes Spider-Man was in Empire Sate University's Life and Natural Sciences Building. He was anxious yet excited. He kept thinking about the weird sludge and how it would look up close.
When he got there Peter was met with a surprise. A masked and hooded woman was in front of the clear jail/capsule that the goo was contained in. After a moment of focusing his vision he realized that the container was broken. The woman was reaching for the goo with what looked like glowing gloves? Before Peter could make a conclusion on what the hell she had on her hands, he shot his webs and pulled the lady. She instantly tripped and fell.
"Who are you and what business do you have with the alien life?"
Really Pete? That's what you're going to lead with in front of this sexy & mysterious criminal?
"You think I'm sexy?"
The words caught Peter off guard. The woman's voice was sweet yet firm. He felt like he could listen to it for days.
The lady started to smile. She knew her voice would charm him. What she wasn't expecting though was the loud banging coming from the other side of the door she had blocked off. Security was here, which meant if she wanted to leave a free woman, she would have to make a run for it now. Although pissed that the mission was a bust, she couldn't help but smirk at the fact she was currently arousing the partially famous vigilante known as Spider-Man.
Peter snapped out of whatever weird trance he was in. Quickly realizing that ESU security and NYPD were seconds away from busting inside the lab, Peter located the vent he used as an entrance. After making the mental note of where to run Peter snapped his head in the direction of the mystery woman, she was running towards the wall where the lab had massive windows that faced 2nd Avenue. Before he could shoot webs to bind the crook, the woman threw herself full force at the glass windows. The sound of shattering glass enveloped the lab. Peter was genuinely shocked. They had to be at least 8 stories up right now.
With the robber gone it would look horrible if Spider-Man was caught alone in front of the valuable and novel piece of research ESU had just invested in. Voices and footsteps of different security officials flooded Peters ears.
By the time they looked towards the vent that Spider-Man had just gone through the only thing they saw was a detached guard rail on the floor. The people looked around in horror. The lab was a mess. Shattered glass everywhere. Worst of all, the large transparent container that the alien organism was left in had a big un-even hole on the top of it. Looking around frantically the officers concluded the black goo was no longer in the building.
Little did they know though that it was actually still in ESU's science building. It was in the vents attached to the bottom of Spider-Mans foot, posing as a small jet black stain.
By the time Peter made it back to the dorms he was exhausted. He was basically praying that the universe would have mercy on the over worked student and give him a blissful night's rest. Peter knew that it was long shot, after all he didn't really have a religion. Uncle Ben and Aunt May raised him atheist. Changing out of his clothes and into his pajamas, Peter set aside his phone and put his usual alarm on. He fell asleep wishing the future would be easier & more enjoyable than the miserable mess his life currently was.
Unfortunately for Spider-Man and the residents of New York City, the universe had a completely different plan.
It had been two hours since Peter fell asleep. He was currently snoring enjoying whatever pleasant sleep he had left. The alien go started to move. It took it a second to realize the suit was thrown in a laundry hamper inside the small dorm room closet. In just a few seconds the black substance left the red and blue fabric it was on, and somehow move out and thru the small gap space between the bottom of the closet door and the floor. It was in this time that Peter's sleep took a sharp turn into nightmare territory.
Peter found himself in the fight he had this morning with the random guy who tried robbing the bodega. It was weird, but in a way he was re-living the encounter's most tension filled moments. One second he was happily asleep and the next he was awake and in a situation he already lived. Peter felt pain and instantly remember what had just happened. He was stung by the man's taser. Knowing what would come next, Peter mentally prepared himself and attempted to move his body. He was unsuccessful. Whatever this was his perspective in it was that of only viewing and feeling. Suddenly, Peter felt himself swell with anger. Following this surge of emotion, he realized his body moved just as it did in the morning. The incoming danger was inevitable. The vivid pain of the switch blade slashing through his skin pulsed within him. This had to be the most realistic dream Peter ever had. He watched and heard as he cursed at the reason for his pain.
"FUCK YOU!"
Peter said that? Since when? He knew he would usually have these little mental remarks about the wounds caused by his job, but never did he actually let them slip in the moment.
Following the harsh words and tone, Spider-man threw himself towards the culprit of his pain.
Peter had to ready himself for what came next. He knew that his next move would be cruel and un called for. Peter would go for the man's throat, choking him hard, he'd pick him up and slam his body hard into the ground.
Even this morning Peter knew it was way too dangerous to be doing that to any average person, but all day long he had pushed those pesky moral standards that nagged at him back deep in his mind where he didn't have to face or acknowledge them.
What came next was a complete surprise. Experiencing everything through first person pov, Peter became the memory.
He reached out and crushed the hand that held the switch blade. The robber wailed out in pain. It felt as if everything happening was reality. Drunk off his own rage, Peter started to feel great shame for letting a puny nobody scar his body. Smiling underneath his mask, a massive surge of adrenaline and power coursed through his body. Forgetting where, who, or what was happening, Spider-man reacted in a way that appeased his deepest animalistic urges. He took the switchblade out of the mangled hand and plunged it full force into the robber's throat. Blood started to spew everywhere as Peter felt his emotions go from an all time high to an all time low.
What did he just do? That wasn't what happened this morning. Not at all, since when did I ever feel hatred like that? This- this isn't me! Spider-man started banging his head against the wall of the bodega in an effort to wake up from the nightmare he was in. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.
Peter's conscious went dark. The alien had finished covering every inch of the boy's body. The nightmare cause by the pheromones it released earlier was successful. It distracted Peter enough to not feel a thing, and be the perfect cover for the alien to break into the depths of Peter's conscious & unconscious mind. By the end of the whole process the organism was so happy and filled with pride that it was scared its strong emotions would wake Peter up. It couldn't have that. Not yet at least. The alien knew he had to wake the boy up while he was outside. That way he would be forced into feeling and trying out the new and improved Spider-Man. After that, the organism knew it would be a matter of time before his host would start craving the power it brought to the table.
Slowly reaching consciousness, Peter sensed an odd feeling of rejuvenation. Every mental step he took towards lucidity was met with sensations of pure giddiness. As he opened his eyes, Peter couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good. The vast amount of euphoria and pleasure thrumming through him almost flooded out the memory of the horrible nightmare. After a moment of indulging in the new feelings he started to take in his surroundings.
Peter froze in shock. He wasn't in his dorm room where he swore he fell asleep. Instead, he was holding on to a web hanging upside-down, give or take 80 stories above street level. He never did this in all his years as the friendly neighbor hood hero. Peter honestly never found comfort in being so high up, not that he was afraid of heights, more that he respected the power height held over man. Furthermore, anytime Peter would do the whole upside-down Spidey bit he would get horribly nauseous. Right now was different though. He was thrilled to be in such a daredevil position. The life-threatening height caused said thrill to grow limitlessly
It took a second for him to realize the massive concern it was that he had just slept walked to one of midtown's highest skyscrapers.
For the first time since the nightmare Peter felt anxiety and fear. How in the world did this happen? He questioned himself. But before he could jump down his own throat for being a sleep walking idiot, the negative emotions forming all around him quelled. A new thought was left in its place. One not sparked from danger, but instead from amazement.
His eyes registered that the reflection staring back at him was that of a completely different Spider-Man. Something in his brain knew it was time to let go of worries and start diving into curiosities. So his brain did just that. Interested by his new train of thought, Peter flung himself towards the building's window as he let go of the line in his hands. Sticking to the translucent and reflective surface, he brought his hands and arms to his face for inspection. He was met with a completely black type of cloth. He had no idea what the material was. Looking and taking in the reflection of his whole body, Peter lets out a happy giggle.
"The design and color scheme is so fucking dope!" He yelled with a glee filled voice. Staring some more, he fell into a trance just looking at his new black and white suited self.
The Webbing and design were extremely similar to his old set of spandex. The differences being that the new Spidey was primarily black. And not just any type of black, it was weird unknown shade that seemed to completely eat the light around it. A pure and true type of black, Peter thought with a smile liking the name he gave to the novel color. The webbing pattern and spider insignia were a vibrant silvery-white. The classic Spider-Man insignia/logo on his chest was quite different. The new symbol was larger than its previous counterpart, almost completely covering Spider-man's broad chest. Peter didn't know how to describe it. This new spider was more menacing, more threatening. Instead of a regular old 8 legged creature, the new insignia had the form of a large tarantula. Boasting a large head with two sharp spinnerets at the top (like its mouth), and an even longer/bigger body with 4 long and sharp legs coming out from each side. The top two pairs of legs on both sides came out and pointed up the spider's body, they led to sharp 90 degree angles that would turn from facing up to in. The first set of legs did this in a way that left space for the bottom two to do so as well. In a way it seemed like the insignia was that of a tarantula mid meal. Enclosing its prey so it couldn't escape. In the case of the costume where a terrified prey would be was just empty back space partially covered in the white webbing pattern. It seemed that the area lined up perfectly with the upper center of his chest -about around the core of his ribs. The bottom two pairs of legs were just as sharp and pointed down.
Peter felt like he could analyze the beautiful symbol for ages. He didn't realize before now how much he actually enjoyed the fact that he's represented by a cunning and deadly animal that most people fear.
A perfect symbol for the most perfect public savior
The statement came from somewhere outside of his immediate conscious. It had been a while since Peter had randomly complimented and given himself praise. He welcomed the random thought and basked in its positivity. The words "perfect" and "savior" echoed in him like a chant. Slowly and steadily it revived his dead ego until he was confident enough to actually take in and notice the possibility that he was actually looking pretty swole.
The thought was confirmed by the overall size of his arms and shoulders. He flexed his muscles so he could further inspect the new found body mass. Since when did he gain this? He hasn't had enough energy to go to the gym in months. Peter had always been toned and even jock-like in body figure due to his alter ego and powers. But the person looking back at him was a full fledged cross-fit trainer. He was big and intimidating. Peter didn't feel the difference in mass, but he could sure see it. Was is so much that people would start breaking out equipment and testing him? Definitely not, but it was enough for those who know him to think that he's been on some juice for a bit.
Steroids?! Peter laughs at the idea. Don't need em. Spider-Man is so strong he doesn't need the gym! Yelling with pride, Peter pushes off the window he's stuck to and starts swinging.
The cold November air felt amazing on Spiderman's skin. He felt so free and liberated. Not to mention he just passed 110th street and he had only been web swinging for a few minutes. He had never moved so quickly in his entire life. It was truly exhilarating. The adrenaline rush combined with the perspective from his new top speed, Peter had achieved an all time high.
Police sirens caught his attention
This will be good, Peter says to himself as he instinctually lets his muscles and senses lead him to the sound.
New toys for the new Spider-Man, can't wait!
Peter entered his dorm room at 5:45 A.M. Exactly 1 hour before his morning alarm. He couldn't believe the events of the night. It all happened so quickly. Soaking in his new memories, Peter reminisced over what happened in the past 4 hours of his life. The universe heard his prayers and answered them so very kindly. Peter couldn't remember the last time he had such a positive feeling flowing through his head, body, and soul.
Looking into his full body mirror, Peter admired what he believed to be the cause of this new and improved Spider-Man. The black suit started to lightly vibrate, as if happily humming to itself because of how much its host loved it.
Peter thought to himself how he would never go back to his old outdated garbs. In an effort to justify why, he mentally went through all the upgrades his spider alter ego got from the new suit.
Peter felt a wave of uncertainty. What if this is all a calm before the storm?
Who the fuck cares Parker, indulge in it, you deserve it. Plus you can research what it is without needing to be afraid of it.
The stray thought comforted Peter. It was flawed, but right. As long as he was aware and careful, he could still use the new source of power without any problems or needs to doubt himself.
His brain then returned to what he was obsessing about before. A slideshow of all the new luxuries his novel suit gifted him started to play in his mind. While fighting crime he discovered he was way stronger, while swinging he learned he was far faster, overall more alert, more in tune with his senses. In a way he felt indestructible. A feeling he hadn't encountered since the discovery of his spider powers. That was all toped with the constant ambient vibe that kept his brain in a drunken haze of pleasure. It was like he popped 5 adderall while smoking a pound of weed. Super alert and in tune, yet still chilling in a pool of comfort and bliss.
While trying to find the hem of his mask in an effort to take it off, the weird black material started to slowly slither off him, and disappear. Peter was completely speechless. What was that? He still had the suit on, just now the mask was gone.
Mask on. He said out loud, and in a nanosecond the mask reformed. In wonder Peter thought to himself of putting away the suit's mask and gloves. In response to the ideas the suit reacted in the exact way Peter wanted it to.
He was awestruck.
Is this the the alien organism? Are you alive? \
There was no response. Instead he felt a wave of tranquility and delight spread through his body. That's all he needed to confirm that it was in fact the new alien
Peter descended into panic as he knew how bad this could be, but the feelings of fear and anxiety ebbed away as a new thought popped into his head
Calm down, so what it's an organism? You're a genius. Just use that smart brain of yours Parker. The organism is most likely symbiotic in nature, meaning it needs a mutual host so it can live. While it upgrades your body and its powers, you give it a vehicle to survive. Together it's perfection. Just calm down and let go. You DESERVE to have each and everyone one of your desires fulfilled. You're ENTITLED to want compensation for the gracious nobility you offer the public. Be SELFISH for once Pete. If you desire the suit, just keep it.
The rationale sounded foolproof. He could already tell his attitude was changing for the better. Never has he complimented himself so much. Never has he felt so proud of himself. Without need of further reasoning Peter made the executive decision to keep the alien for now. If it helps him save people through increased spider-ness then it would be more harmful to get rid of it than to use it. With that Peter smiled and decided to move on. For now he'd stay with the symbiote. Who knows maybe he'd even establish a relationship with it?
The thought brought immense pride and fulfillment to Peter. He was going to change out of the suit but if keeping it on and experimenting felt so right then he'd just give in and leave it on. He started to think of how to conceal the black body suit when right before his eyes the clothing on Peter's body changed. It felt tingly and weird but in seconds Peter was in a red hoodie and navy sweats. He admired the view, this thing never ceases to amaze me.
But something felt off to Peter. After looking at himself for a bit he figured out the problem. The outfit was one the old Spider-Man would wear. He was no longer that lousy depressed version of himself. In an instant the color of the clothing changed. The hoodie turned completely black, and the sweat pants followed suit going from navy to a light swallowing black.
Peter smiled like a mad man. He loved the look. Black is the new red and blue huh? Me likey. Peter said out loud.
He also took a second to analyze the suit's newly discovered feature. Somehow it completely changed into solid regular clothing. Under garments and everything. Lifting up the hoodie Peter admired the tight fitting black muscle shirt he had on underneath. He wanted so badly to show off his new and improved sexy body. But being asked by a bunch of brain dead roided out meatheads what type of performing enhancers he uses was something Peter simply wasn't in the mood for. He was just built like that. Peter didn't need steroids to intimidate and impress. All he needed was the alien suit and himself. So Peter put his hood over his head and tried to think of a zip up sweater instead of a pullover one. It failed. Suddenly it seemed as if the inside of his clothing had changed. He felt so fucking comfy, a feeling Peter only got from a certain sweatshirt he'd wear almost everyday in high school. Aunt May threw it out saying it wasn't healthy to put the same hoodie on everyday. Since then Peter found no type of sweatshirt that could recreate the same pure comfort the famous sweater had. Until now that is. He didn't know how but Peter felt that the alien was responsible for the change.
The alien thrummed in happiness. Its host decided to keep the baggie hoodie in response to the alien changing the inside to mimic the same feeling Peter felt when wearing his old favorite sweatshirt. The symbiote felt bad not changing to the zip-up his host wanted, but it couldn't help the sheer pleasure it got from covering Peter in two layers of itself. It also liked the way Peter looked in it. Scanning his hosts brain for current trends in college fashion the symbiote changed one more thing about the outfit. The cuff end of the black sweat pants were tucked into Peter's jock socks. The result was a very hot looking Peter Parker. The symbiote copied what all the popular wrestling team jocks had been doing. Deciding to get his day going Peter left his dorm feeling a whole new level of confidence. With his ego inflated, Peter walked with a sort of suave and energy that got people looking at him.
Although acting like he didn't, Peter knew he was getting checked out by everybody(Men and Women). Everyone was probably shocked at who the new body builder was and why he just oozed sex and manliness. Smirking to himself Peter reveled in the new feeling he was encountering. For the first time Peter felt like the fucking Man. His ego was reaching new heights and he loved every second of it. He even winked at two girls and each blushed.
Of course they did, you're the perfect man. They probably want you to fuck them
The narcissistic thought was met with open arms. The feeling of arousal surged through Peter and he loved it. The combo of horniness and euphoria caused Peter to do a little dance to himself. In response a couple of tall basket players who were watching the new Peter Parker laughed at him
"Still a dork to the core."
His brain crashed, re-wired, and reset. It was so fast that Peter had to physically stop and do a double take. His mind went from a complete ego high to a scary extreme feeling of annoyance. Maybe even rage if Peter let himself explore it enough.
Hating the interruption that halted his perfect day, Peter clenched his fists in an attempt to calm himself. It failed. His mind instantly surrendered to its unconscious urges, as a result his body moved without a single thought commanding it. He pushed one of the guys into the brick wall near them. It wasn't too ruff, but it was enough to actually grab the attention of people who were close by. "Say that again asshole." The words came out of Peter's mouth with intense edge and intimidation.
The men cowered and left.
Woah did that just work? Too fascinated by his successful use of power, Peter didn't care enough to realize part of him was disgusted. Disgusted that he just did that to someone. Never did he ever bully a person just for fun. Unfortunately the allure of feeling mighty and better than someone else was so strong that Peter chose to ignore his usual shouts of morality. Instead, he did the opposite and concluded that he deserved to praise himself for the aggressive actions.
That's right show them who you are. Demand the respect you deserve! Peter told himself.
Deciding to capitalize on this egotistical moment his host was having, the symbiote lightly urged his host to look at his hands.
Looking down, Peter was met with a very prideful and cocky thought.
You're the alpha now. The universe bends to you, not vise-versa. Flaunt your new power
As though visualizing said power swirling through his hands Peter smiled feeling drunk off the pride and gratification he felt. Closing them both into fists, Peter continued walking towards wherever the hell wanted to go, knowing no one could stop the new him.