*BEEP BEEP* Peter hit his alarm clock aiming for the snooze button but instead he managed to smash the machine into pieces. The teen was too drowsy to really notice it much, things exploded or got smashed up in this house far too often for it to raise an eyebrow.

He pulled himself from the bed with a low groan and shuffled to his bathroom his eyes still half closed fumbling around for the toothpaste and toothbrush. Somehow in his daze he managed to empty half the tube onto the mirror. Peter sighed and ran his toothbrush under the mess scooping up some of the minty paste and proceeding to brush his teeth; he'd clean it later.

Peter's hand came in contact with the faucet and with barely a touch he broke off the cold water handle. It sprayed him in the face and Peter jumped back suddenly more awake, he grabbed the towel on the rack next to the sink but accidentally pulled off the metal rack along with the towel. Finally after some less than graceful fumbling he'd bunched the towel over the spraying water and stepped back carefully as the sink continued to leak. Maybe he just needed another towel. Peter grabbed the doorknob of the bathroom closet where all the extra towels were stored; it came off in his hand and he looked at it.

On second thought, the teenager just really needed to get out of this room. Peter reached for the bathroom door handle but stopped grabbing it with the tips of his fingers and barely turning it he eased the door open and slipped out.

Peter sat on his bed doorknob in one hand and toothbrush in the other. He senses were in overdrive; he could hear everything, his eyes picked up on the smallest details, and it made his head spin. His head twitched from left to right as he tried to get a hold of what was happening to him. The window he'd opened last night whistled when the morning wind blew through it and the usually small sound was suddenly magnified in his ears making Peter jump holding his toothbrush out like it was going to somehow protect him. He stared at the window for a moment thinking that he must be going insane.

Peter walked carefully to his computer and began researching. He knew more than most teenagers about heroes and super powers. He knew that there were more out there than anyone else knew of. Peter had always dreamed of being a hero like his Pop's or his dad when he was a kid, but he'd resigned himself to being a normal teenager after he realized what complete klutz he was. Heck his parents wouldn't even let him learn how to fight. They wanted to keep him away from what they did; they wanted him to be safe.

Still the childish part of Peter, the small voice in the back of his mind that still yearned to be an Avenger wondered if one could get powers from being bitten by a spider. Who knows though, right? Oscorp could have done anything to those spiders, maybe they were radioactive?!

He typed away at his computer trying to find the species of spider and then when that failed he tried to identify the type of spider bite but none of the symptoms seemed to fit. He knew he could ask his Uncle Bruce but then he'd have to admit to sneaking into Oscorp and he would be grounded for months... or maybe years with how much Tony hated Norman.

His hands typed faster and faster as he flipped through pages and pages of data. Suddenly an idea struck him 'Richard Parker Spider ahflshfohsnfogfj' Peter lifted his hands the keys of his laptop were stuck to his fingertips. This was beginning to get seriously out of hand. The teen managed to get himself unstuck from the keys but he dropped a few under his desk and ducked down to find them. He pulled out his birth dad's old file remembering how he'd stashed it there to hide it from his pops. Peter flipped it open. This held all the answers he just had to understand what it was saying. What was his father trying to tell him?

Peter began to work. He borrowed books on genetics from the school library and poured over them comparing them to the notes in his file.

It was a pretty nice day and Peter found himself perched on the balcony where his dad normally landed after a flight as Iron Man. He scribbled down his own notes clicking his pen when he got stuck and shuffling through a few other books. The wind ruffled his hair every now and again but it wasn't annoying enough to get him to go inside.

"Peter?"

The teen in question hardly looked up and back toward Steve. "Hmm?" He questioned.

"What are you doing out there?"

"I'm uh…. Homework." He said

"On what?" Tony asked his arms wrapped around Steve peering at his son as he dangled a foot off the ledge. Peter had never been averse to heights so it wasn't that weird but it wasn't usual Peter behavior either.

"Cross-species genetics," Peter replied.

Tony scoffed he wasn't a big fan of genetics. Steve flicked his husband. "You could ask Bruce if you're stuck, he's good at genetics."

"So am I." Tony spoke up "I may not exactly like the subject as much as mechanics but I'm still good at it."

Peter waved them off "I'm fine." He mumbled turning one of his book around and looking at the author's page. It was written by Doctor Connors. Peter hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him yet, maybe that was his next step in figuring out this mystery. He stood up. "I'm done now anyway." He piled all of his books up. "I'm going to go out for a bit. Be back later."

"Sure, be careful." Steve called after him.

"Don't forget your curfew," Tony added.

Peter waved a hand to show he'd heard them both and continued up to his room throwing his books onto his bed. He grabbed his computer and proceeded to hack into the New York City database searching for Curtis Connors home address.

It took him less time to find the address than it did for him to finally get up the courage to ring the doorbell. He waited shuffling his feet until the door opened. "Dr. Connors…" Peter stumbled unsure of what to say "You… you probably don't remember me I-I-I'm"

"You're the intern from the other day." and Peter blushed at the thought of Connors remembering him.

"Yeah yeah that's right" He nodded

"I'm sure you're a very nice young man but this is a home I ask that you make an appointment in my office." He began to close the door and Peter closed his eyes tightly before blurting out.

"I'm Richard Parker's son."

Connors paused looking back at Peter as though trying to recognise him. His eyes widened minutely "Peter?" He let the boy in and offered him tea. "I'm afraid I can't help you much Peter, I don't know why they left or where they were going." He moved the kettle knocking a cup off the counter. Peter's reflexes kicked in and he caught it by the handle. Connors paused raising an eyebrow at Peter impressed. "Good reflexes"

"Thank You" The Teen smiled tightly putting the mug to his lips. He was really beginning to get used to this new strange superpower. "I read your book."

"Oh?"

"Yeah it's something. So you really think it's possible, cross-species genetics?"

"Yes of course, but for years you're father and I were mocked for our theories not just in the community at large but at Oscorp as well. They called us mad scientists. And then your father bred the spiders and everything changed... The results were beyond encouraging they were spectacular; we were going to change the lives of millions including my own." He sighed " And then it was over, he… he was gone took his research with him and I knew without him I...I…." He paused for a moment looking over at Peter "I was angry. So I stayed away from you and your family and for that I am truly sorry." Doctor Connors looked down and Peter looked away for a moment pursing his lips. He looked back and opened his mouth but shut it again unsure how to bring this up.

"Say… say it worked, say you got it to work. Like how much would the foreign species take over? What could the side effects be?"

"It's hard to say considering no subject survived. The problem was always the-"

"Decay rate algorithm."

"Right"

"Right." Peter walked over to the table pointing to a notebook "Can I- uh?"

"Of course." Peter sat down and grabbed the pencil and notebook; when he was done he flipped over the notebook and showed it to the doctor.

"Extraordinary" Connors said looking up at Peter "How did you come up with this." Peter shrugged and tapped the pencil against his head as an answer. "Peter how would you feel about coming to see me at the tower one day after school?"

"Yeah." Peter nodded

"Thank you"

It was free period in school and Peter was in the gym taking pictures for the school. Flash and a bunch of his basketball buddies were shooting hoops in their uniforms showing off. Cheerleaders were practicing stunts in the the corner and a small group of girls were painting posters for the big game.

Peter heard Flash argueing with a girl over spilt paint. He went over to her feeling bad and picked up her paint bucket smiling awkwardly "You alright?"

Flash hit another ball away and it was flung toward them. Peter wasn't even sure how but his reflexes kicked in again and he caught the ball without even looking at it. He looked down at the basketball and then up at the girl who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Give it up Parker." Flash held his hands out to the ball. Peter looked from him to the girl and an idea came into his mind. It was a terrible idea, basic revenge, Steve would never condone it, and on top of that he didn't even know if he could pull it off. Still what a great way to test his new found abilities.

"One sec." He handed the girl his camera and turned back to Flash "Why don't you take it from me." Flash looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Go ahead Flash, take it from him, man." One of the players called out.

"Yeah go ahead take it." Flash reached for the ball but Peter moved it behind him and to his right hand. He moved it again up above him and Flash lunged for it. Peter moved it around and Flash turned and Peter bounced the ball off his back.

Flash regarded Peter for a moment looking pissed and Peter faked throwing it and Flash ducked. Now Flash looked really pissed but Peter just kept that innocent facade up as he held out the ball. "Just take it." He said with a shrug. Flash only stared at him and Peter lifted his free hand covering his eyes. "Alright how bout this." he turned away. Flash grabbed the ball but it wouldn't move from Peter's hand. The other players began to yell at Flash. And Peter looked at Flash and whispered "Take it Flash."

Flash let go of the ball and took a few steps back and Peter began to dribble. Flash glared "Alright bring it; come on Parker! Come on!" Parker ran forward dribbling the ball he pushed right past Flash sending the bully to the floor and jumped dunking the ball, breaking the rim off, and smashing the backboard in the process. Peter landed on his feet rim in hand looking up at the shattered backboard in shock, he hadn't meant to do that.

AN: Sorry about the weird publishing issue I had. Not sure what happened but here's an extra chapter as my apology :)

Also, I know my Grammar isn't always the best, I'm trying to fix that. But I hope you all still enjoy this! Thank you for reading!