Black. That was all he could see. Black. No, no wait, was that-- black. Something?-- something brown? Something-- his hair. He got up. He could not remember where he was. The it found it's way back into his brilliant mind. He had hit the computer key with his smart-arms. Then?-- boom. He needed help. What-- what was wrong? Something felt different. Like he had new arms. Wait-- he just thought, and-- and, the smart arms moved! He thought them into moving the rubble he was under. They did.

"Incredible." A smile curled around his lips. He walked out on his arms with evil intentions in his heart.

The computer screen was blinking words: "Unavailable amount of brain damage will have occured to all in eruption."

"This is ridiculous," Peter muttered to himself. He was riding on a school bus to his most anticipated event of the year, his science trip to Dr. Curt Connors' labs at ESU. But, this was ridiculous. Riding there, he somehow got stuck beside Flash Thompson.

As Peter's class walked in, he heard some distant talking. No, more like whispering.

"Brock, what did you do with that spider?"

"Doc, I dunno, I told you, I slammed the door shut on the radioactivity thing, then after about five minutes, got it out and chunked it!"

"Well, that was smart, wasn't it?"

"I'm sorry, I was pi--"

"Oh, no, the class is here. Try to find that arachnid and dispose of it!"

Dr. Connors walked out to greet the class. He was about six feet tall, maybe more, with wavy brown hair. He had a missing arm, as well, and he seemed a little worried.

"Hello, class. I'm Dr. Connors, and I will show you around. Shall we?" He motioned for the class to step into the lab.

"This is the lizard cage. Did you know that lizards can regenerate lost limbs withing an hour? I'm particularly interested in that healing process . . . for obvious reasons." He looked sadly down at the arm that was no longer there.

"This is the spider cage, which offers a unique style of, well, web-spinning wonders! Please be careful, as one of these specimens may be loose."

That's what Peter didn't see. He was so busy looking around at all the high-tech equipment, he didn't notice the almost invisible strand of thread that was carrying the tiny spider.

"Aggh!" he suddenly cried, casting a fleeting glance at his hand. Nothing was there but a bite mark.

"What's wrong?" asked Dr. Connors urgently.

"Aggh, oh my hand got bit, agghh!" Peter felt like he would puke.

"Oh, God, it must have been the escaped specimen!" yelled Eddie, who was looking for it on the floor.

"Get him to the hospital, quick!"

Those were the last words Peter heard before seeing stars.

"Pete? Petey, you comin' around?"

Peter awoke to see an old man with graying hair in front of him. He turned his head. On the other side sat his Aunt May. So the man was--

"Uncle Ben?"

"Hooray, he's awake!" yelled Uncle Ben.

"Yeah, I guess I am," grinned Peter as he sat up, "man, I-- aggh!" He fell back down onto the pillow.

"Oh, no, what's wrong?" asked Aunt May.

"Oh, I don't know, I-- I guess it's just a headache." Peter yawned, then glanced at the doctor. "Can I go home now?"

"Yes, you should be good by now," the doctor replied. "Hope not to see you soon." He smiled as the nurse opened the door.

At home, Peter went to his makeshift lab.

"Man, I . . . I feel weird," he thought to himself.

"Peter!" Aunt May's voice carried through the house.

"Yeah?"

"Would you run over to Mrs. Smith's for me? She knows what I need."

"Okay."

Peter walked out the door and just across the street, when all of the sudden, his head started to tingle. Not a headache, just a-- tingle.

"Hey, kid watch out!"

Peter jumped out of the way of the car just in time. Then he noticed something. He was sticking to the wall.