"So how does this work exactly?" Luke asked. Both young heroes were in a small diner near the edge of New York City. They sat in a worn leather booth in the far corner enjoying some fresh apple pie.

"Well, you know how stressful it is being a hero, along with all the danger?"

"And your sixth sense?"

"Yeah. Well, most people have a natural fight or flight Instinct. But I have a poison fight or poison flee instinct. When I feel, stressed, my body creates a... toxin to neutralize the threat. At least, I think that's what it does."

"Okay. So you make a great knockout juice. My question is how do you deal with it."

Peter grimaced as he pulled out a little bottle. He didn't have a lot of build up, but he did have enough to show an example.

"Well, I first open my mouth. Then I place the bottle behind my front teeth," Peter began showing the inside of his mouth. Luke's eyes widened seeing two small protrusions on the roof of his mouth. The didn't look as hard as teeth but they weren't just a bit of skin either. They looked like they were made from some sort of cartilidge. He watched Peter place the bottle over the two protrusions. He watched in fascination and horror as he watched them twitch. They latched onto the bottle, most likely securing it if Peter let go. They were probably strong enough to hook into someone's skin.

After they secured themselves, liquid began to steadily pour out to fill the bottle a third of the way. There were no little drops of excess. The fangs released the bottle as Peter pulled it from his mouth.

"And that's it," Peter said with a relaxed smile Luke had never seen. Luke gave a shaky smile pushing away his pie. He didn't think he'd be able to stomach it now. He sipped his Ginger Ale to help calm his queasy stomach. Peter didn't look too bad. He slipped the bottle in his pocket and began attacking his pie with gusto.

"Are you always this hungry after?" Luke asked.

" Well... Yeah. Spider's bite to hunt so they can eat. So I'm always a little hungry afterward."

"A little?" Luke questioned giving Peter his own neglected piece. Peter shrugged his shoulders as he finished his piece and began on Luke's.

"What do you expect? Haven't had a chance to eat since lunch and I've already filled two bottles since then."

"Is that normal?"

"More or less. I can go up to three when someone is trying to take over the city."

"And six hours ago? Man. Your metabolism is faster than a normal person right?"

"Uh huh. The other thing is just a bonus."

"Okay. You know what, why don't you have dinner with me and my parents?"

"What?"

"C'mon. I lived with you and your Aunt May for weeks. What's one dinner with my family?"

"Luke. Thanks for the offer but... You just got them back. You should spend time with them. You don't need me there. Besides, they just know me as Webhead. Not Peter Parker."

"Don't worry. My mom and dad want to meet some of my friends from school. And what do you know? We go to the same school!"

"You're going to make me go aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Kicking and screaming?"

"Only if you want to end up on YouTube."

Peter stares at Luke for a moment, bewildered.

"How does the team not see what a manipulator you are?"

"We usually agree. Or make a compromise. No need to manipulate."

"Fine... Psyche!" Peter yelled childishly running out of the diner. Luke blinked his eyes in confusion about to take off after Peter when-

"Here's your bill hon."

"PETER!"

Spiderman laughed as he swang through the city feeling more relaxed than he ever had before he became Spiderman. He released a childish laugh as he swans past Stark's lab.

For a day that had a teammate get poisoned, it was going surprisingly well.

And it continued. For the rest of the weekend he just had a good feeling. His bittersweet fluid wasn't building up in his mouth. Aunt May was out having fun. Sam was scheduled to be released according to Luke. Ava and Danny were off doing whatever Ava's and Danny's do. Study and meditate probably.

Though the missing medicine in his cabinet was a bit strange, Peter shrugged it off. What did he know about what was all used?

All in all, it was a fantastic weekend.

And then the ninjas attacked.

Okay, not ninjas, but Danny and Ava might as well have been. His arms were restrained by Ava while Danny restrained his legs.

"What the-?! Danny?! Ava?!" Peter squeaked. The roof of his mouth twinged. Uh oh.

"Peter," Danny spoke in an eerily calm voice. It was only a touch different fom his usual voice that sent chills down a person' spine.

"What's going on?" Peter questioned as he was tied down to his bed.

"An intervention Web Head," Ava spat with anger.

"An intervention?! For what?!"

"There is no need to lose your temper. We are only here to help."

"Help with what?!"

"Peter," Ava tried a little more gently, "I'm sure you've noticed that your medicine counter looks a bit empty. That's not from day to day use."

"Okay?"

"We've been taking it so you don't harm yourself."

"Harm myself?!" What are you talking about?!"

"Peter, we know your addiction. We know you've been ingesting counter medication."

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