A/N: ok, this no longer has anything to do with the movie-verse. I only
used it as a base to start my story off.
Again, really sorry for taking so long but I guess I'm just slow on that
department... I had a lot on my mind, we moved back home though, I hope once
my dad will install my computer back in my room I'll update a lot faster
(no promises though)
But I will, no matter what, finish this story, this IS a promise!
A/N2: The metal bracelets actually were cut out from the movie. I read that they didn't want to make Peter too smart so instead of inventing the web shooters they gave it to him as one of his powers.
Chapter 8 (Part 1)
Peter was shooting from building to building, light and flexible. It was amazing, I felt like I was flying "WOW!"
Peter gave me a squeeze and said "You can sure use a diet..." I smiled and closed my eyes feeling the wind on my face, like I'm running but on the air.
I felt the floor beneath my feet, we've landed. I opened my eyes, it took me a while to realize we're in Peter's room. He left the room and I kept myself busy by looking around the small room. I saw a box under his desk and went to pick it up. I didn't mean to pry but I just couldn't help myself, maybe I needed to prove to myself that he is really who I think he is, a genuine good guy.
Inside were papers, drawings and sketches. Apparently Peter's designs before he decided on his costume. I closed it and returned it to it's place.
Peter returned, he wore jeans and a T-shirt, on his wrists were metal bracelets-like things, some kind if a machine, he took them off "My web shooters, I invented them, and the webs. I think I got the primary knowledge of its substance with the rest of my powers which helped me invent it."
"What other powers you've got?" I couldn't help asking. This was FASCINATING.
He smiled and quickly jumped to the wall and started climbing on it! "I can cling to the walls" He jumped back doing a back flick flack "I got agility, flexibility and speed of a spider" he closed his eyes "Hit me"
"What?"
"Not strong, just a quick punch, I'm trying make a point here"
"Well at least open your eyes" I pleaded.
"That's the point I'm trying to make!!!" He laughed shortly and then got serious and waited for my punch.
I sighed and closed my fist; I didn't want to do it "you better be right..."
"I am." I threw my fist to his face when he grabbed it 2 inches from his face. He opened his eyes "I also got this spider sense- I can feel when I'm in danger."
"Wow!"
He smiled "I know. Though, it doesn't always give me enough warning ahead. But it helps, a lot, not just for warning but to help me find criminals or which way I shouldn't go when I'm on the run, you know, stuff like that..."
"Wow, like a six sense"
He laughed "well at least I don't see dead people"
"I don't know, being Bruce Willis' friend sounds like a very good perk." He laughed again.
"So what are your powers? I mean besides super strong and being invulnerable..." He asked me.
I took a deep breath; he told me his, its only fair. I stood in front of him and in a sec I was behind him and tapped his shoulder. Startled he turned back but I was already gone, standing again in front of him, he was still with his head turned looking behind him trying to see where I am. He turned back and jumped backwards "What the--- how did you get there?"
"Super speed" I flashed a wide smile. I looked at the room looking for something to help in my next demonstration. I saw the a door at the side of the room, I focused on it turning on my X-Ray vision. The door melted in front of my eyes. It was a dark-room, for him to develop his pictures, in the room there was a closet , it was closed but I could see that in it were a few Spiderman costumes. I smiled again.
"Hello? Clark" he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, losing my concentration I turned my face back to his.
"You keep your Spiderman costumes in a closet inside the dark-room"
Peter's eyes widened "How'd you know?"
"X-Ray vision" My smile wide "very helpful."
"X-Ray vision? You can see through walls? Through anything?"
"Well, not through lead, that's kind of my weak spot, most of the time, sometimes it helps" He looked at me in confusion. Changing the subject I asked if he has any candles. Looking even more bemused he disappeared through the door and returned quickly with a candle in his hand. I put on the desk "technically it's not a barn so I'm not breaking any rules" I whispered.
"What?"
I looked up. "Never mind...look at the candle" He raised an eyebrow but turned his head to look at the candle. I stared at the candle and quickly started to feel the heat all over me and then burn in my eyes when a small flame erupted on the candle. "Heat vision"
"Ha... that's... useful..."
I laughed at his bewilded expression "Yeah, I know." And continued with an abrupt change of subjects "I remember Lana saying once that she wonders what it's like to wake up one morning and realize you have superpowers..."
"It's scary"
"That's what I said" I gave him a weak smile.
"I still remember that morning..."
"What morning?"
"The one I woke up and realized I have superpowers!" we both chuckled before he continued "I was scared at first but then, well, it was fun. Every teenager's dream! I went and jumped from building to building, I felt free. Then I crashed into a wall but that's not the point."
"HA! I can relate though, once I was normal for a few days and when I realized that at first I totally freaked. I was never normal. Once I got used to the idea, like you said, it was fun. I ended up being in the hospital with injured ribs 'cause I was thrown on a car but that's not the point..." I gave him my biggest grin and Peter laughed.
"It's good to know I'm not alone in this"
A/N: At long last, the rest of chapter 8!
Chapter 8 (Part 2)
"So, We came here so you can tell me who shot you..." He looked at hesitantly, as if afraid to ask, which I suppose he is since this is no easy question. Getting shot isn't a picnic you know...
So I took a deep breath and answered. We decided to go on the whole honest thing. He's strange as me. He won't betray my trust because I can easily turn it back on him. So I told him. I told him I was shot by my best friend which was a big shocker for him. But then I explained about Rickman and Tippet.
He recognized Rickman's name, said he read about it in the paper, about his 'suicide'. It was fun, telling someone else about the craziness of Smallville. Knowing he deals with strange things too was a big relief. You see, I'm not as alone as I thought in this...
When I was done we just sat quietly until the silence became too awkward and the curiosity in me became too strong "emmm... What's your story then? How did you get to be the neighborhood bug?"
He lifted his shoulder with an awkward shrug as if embarrassed "I was bitten by a radioactive spider." "Oh, ok..." The silence got even worse. "I better go now, before they start waking at the Osborn's"
"Yeah, that's a good idea" That's what happens when people like us, so used to hiding open up. You never know what the other will do with the information. Even though the fear that was ingrained to me since I was three, I felt I could trust him, but I needed time to think. I needed to go.
I couldn't go through the door, Peter's aunt was sleeping and I was afraid I'll wake her, so I looked through the window and with a smile I got on the ledge.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked panicked.
"I'm jumping" I smirked and jumped before he could reach the window to try and stop me. He probably would have tried to catch me with his web if he hadn't have taken them off earlier. I hit the ground with a light thud on my feet. I looked up and flashed a bright smile to a stunned Peter looking though the window.
I was gone in a second. I ran at full speed with the wind slapping on my face. I reached the house in no-time and slipped into my room and quickly got in the bed. "So that's it" I mumbled to myself "He's Spiderman..."
TBC...
A/N: I ended up throwing more than a page to the garbage... but I think it turned out a little better and a little less boring than the original two pages. Anyway, this is finals time so I'm not sure when I'll be able to write up the next chapter since this took me a few months and it's only more or less a page long so I really don't know. I hope soon but with my laziness on top of everything you never know.
A/N2: The metal bracelets actually were cut out from the movie. I read that they didn't want to make Peter too smart so instead of inventing the web shooters they gave it to him as one of his powers.
Chapter 8 (Part 1)
Peter was shooting from building to building, light and flexible. It was amazing, I felt like I was flying "WOW!"
Peter gave me a squeeze and said "You can sure use a diet..." I smiled and closed my eyes feeling the wind on my face, like I'm running but on the air.
I felt the floor beneath my feet, we've landed. I opened my eyes, it took me a while to realize we're in Peter's room. He left the room and I kept myself busy by looking around the small room. I saw a box under his desk and went to pick it up. I didn't mean to pry but I just couldn't help myself, maybe I needed to prove to myself that he is really who I think he is, a genuine good guy.
Inside were papers, drawings and sketches. Apparently Peter's designs before he decided on his costume. I closed it and returned it to it's place.
Peter returned, he wore jeans and a T-shirt, on his wrists were metal bracelets-like things, some kind if a machine, he took them off "My web shooters, I invented them, and the webs. I think I got the primary knowledge of its substance with the rest of my powers which helped me invent it."
"What other powers you've got?" I couldn't help asking. This was FASCINATING.
He smiled and quickly jumped to the wall and started climbing on it! "I can cling to the walls" He jumped back doing a back flick flack "I got agility, flexibility and speed of a spider" he closed his eyes "Hit me"
"What?"
"Not strong, just a quick punch, I'm trying make a point here"
"Well at least open your eyes" I pleaded.
"That's the point I'm trying to make!!!" He laughed shortly and then got serious and waited for my punch.
I sighed and closed my fist; I didn't want to do it "you better be right..."
"I am." I threw my fist to his face when he grabbed it 2 inches from his face. He opened his eyes "I also got this spider sense- I can feel when I'm in danger."
"Wow!"
He smiled "I know. Though, it doesn't always give me enough warning ahead. But it helps, a lot, not just for warning but to help me find criminals or which way I shouldn't go when I'm on the run, you know, stuff like that..."
"Wow, like a six sense"
He laughed "well at least I don't see dead people"
"I don't know, being Bruce Willis' friend sounds like a very good perk." He laughed again.
"So what are your powers? I mean besides super strong and being invulnerable..." He asked me.
I took a deep breath; he told me his, its only fair. I stood in front of him and in a sec I was behind him and tapped his shoulder. Startled he turned back but I was already gone, standing again in front of him, he was still with his head turned looking behind him trying to see where I am. He turned back and jumped backwards "What the--- how did you get there?"
"Super speed" I flashed a wide smile. I looked at the room looking for something to help in my next demonstration. I saw the a door at the side of the room, I focused on it turning on my X-Ray vision. The door melted in front of my eyes. It was a dark-room, for him to develop his pictures, in the room there was a closet , it was closed but I could see that in it were a few Spiderman costumes. I smiled again.
"Hello? Clark" he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, losing my concentration I turned my face back to his.
"You keep your Spiderman costumes in a closet inside the dark-room"
Peter's eyes widened "How'd you know?"
"X-Ray vision" My smile wide "very helpful."
"X-Ray vision? You can see through walls? Through anything?"
"Well, not through lead, that's kind of my weak spot, most of the time, sometimes it helps" He looked at me in confusion. Changing the subject I asked if he has any candles. Looking even more bemused he disappeared through the door and returned quickly with a candle in his hand. I put on the desk "technically it's not a barn so I'm not breaking any rules" I whispered.
"What?"
I looked up. "Never mind...look at the candle" He raised an eyebrow but turned his head to look at the candle. I stared at the candle and quickly started to feel the heat all over me and then burn in my eyes when a small flame erupted on the candle. "Heat vision"
"Ha... that's... useful..."
I laughed at his bewilded expression "Yeah, I know." And continued with an abrupt change of subjects "I remember Lana saying once that she wonders what it's like to wake up one morning and realize you have superpowers..."
"It's scary"
"That's what I said" I gave him a weak smile.
"I still remember that morning..."
"What morning?"
"The one I woke up and realized I have superpowers!" we both chuckled before he continued "I was scared at first but then, well, it was fun. Every teenager's dream! I went and jumped from building to building, I felt free. Then I crashed into a wall but that's not the point."
"HA! I can relate though, once I was normal for a few days and when I realized that at first I totally freaked. I was never normal. Once I got used to the idea, like you said, it was fun. I ended up being in the hospital with injured ribs 'cause I was thrown on a car but that's not the point..." I gave him my biggest grin and Peter laughed.
"It's good to know I'm not alone in this"
A/N: At long last, the rest of chapter 8!
Chapter 8 (Part 2)
"So, We came here so you can tell me who shot you..." He looked at hesitantly, as if afraid to ask, which I suppose he is since this is no easy question. Getting shot isn't a picnic you know...
So I took a deep breath and answered. We decided to go on the whole honest thing. He's strange as me. He won't betray my trust because I can easily turn it back on him. So I told him. I told him I was shot by my best friend which was a big shocker for him. But then I explained about Rickman and Tippet.
He recognized Rickman's name, said he read about it in the paper, about his 'suicide'. It was fun, telling someone else about the craziness of Smallville. Knowing he deals with strange things too was a big relief. You see, I'm not as alone as I thought in this...
When I was done we just sat quietly until the silence became too awkward and the curiosity in me became too strong "emmm... What's your story then? How did you get to be the neighborhood bug?"
He lifted his shoulder with an awkward shrug as if embarrassed "I was bitten by a radioactive spider." "Oh, ok..." The silence got even worse. "I better go now, before they start waking at the Osborn's"
"Yeah, that's a good idea" That's what happens when people like us, so used to hiding open up. You never know what the other will do with the information. Even though the fear that was ingrained to me since I was three, I felt I could trust him, but I needed time to think. I needed to go.
I couldn't go through the door, Peter's aunt was sleeping and I was afraid I'll wake her, so I looked through the window and with a smile I got on the ledge.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked panicked.
"I'm jumping" I smirked and jumped before he could reach the window to try and stop me. He probably would have tried to catch me with his web if he hadn't have taken them off earlier. I hit the ground with a light thud on my feet. I looked up and flashed a bright smile to a stunned Peter looking though the window.
I was gone in a second. I ran at full speed with the wind slapping on my face. I reached the house in no-time and slipped into my room and quickly got in the bed. "So that's it" I mumbled to myself "He's Spiderman..."
TBC...
A/N: I ended up throwing more than a page to the garbage... but I think it turned out a little better and a little less boring than the original two pages. Anyway, this is finals time so I'm not sure when I'll be able to write up the next chapter since this took me a few months and it's only more or less a page long so I really don't know. I hope soon but with my laziness on top of everything you never know.