Web-slinging is pretty fun. Well, really fun. Peter's no expert on it, but it's safe to say he's gotten pretty good at it.

While patrolling at night, mid-swing, his bladder sent a twinge of need through his body. He paid no attention to it since he decided he didn't really need to go that badly and that he could wait. Plus, people could need him and he wouldn't even know. He's 14, he could wait.

And while that seemed perfectly logical to Peter, maybe 14-year-olds aren't the most logical people.

As Spider-Man, you have to be here and there and everywhere at the same time to stop crime, right? So maybe it slipped Peter's mind that (even though people needed help) maybe he should've taken a bathroom break more than just a while ago.

Thump. Peter lands on yet another roof, resisting the embarrassing and overwhelming urge to hold himself. He had to stop web-slinging because it was putting too much pressure on his bladder. And now he has to resort to jumping from roof to roof.

He would have gone to the bathroom already, but he didn't think ahead to bring civilian clothes and doesn't know any of the shops in the area. And he's a little too desperate now to just casually walk into a random café and act like he's not about to pee his pants.

Doesn't matter, I'm almost home anyways… is what he tells himself, but he's dripping in sweat, and the desperation of wanting to be home already is really hitting him.

He knows his apartment is just a block away, so he speeds up a bit, lightly panting. He's sure that the street lights aren't bright enough to illuminate him to any civilians, so he isn't worried about being seen.

He finally reaches his apartment.

Argh! Peter mentally screams. All he has to do now is climb down the fire escape and crawl through his window to sweet, sweet safety. He looks down at the fire escape and swallows. He's already started to hold himself and he doesn't know how much longer he can take, so he hurriedly (though awkwardly) starts climbing down.

He jumps down the last few steps and slams his hand against his window, trying to open it… but it won't budge. What the heck?! Why won't it open?! Peter's starting to really freak out now.

He always keeps it unlocked so that he can get back in after patrol. Did Aunt May lock it?! No, that's not possible! I left after she went to work the night shift…

He only patrols as Spider-Man when Aunt May is on night shift so she's not home to open the window for him… not that he would call out to her anyway since he would probably have to explain why he's in such a suit… late at night…

Crap… crap, crap, crap, crap ,crap, crap ,crap!

Peter's eyes start to burn and his voice cracks as he lets out a muffled "Argh..."

He's holding himself so tight it hurts, and he can't help but bend at the waist and lean on his stupidly locked window, shaking. He desperately thinks for a second… Am I… gonna pee myself?

Peter gasps. He can feel the wetness soaking through his pants.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Please!" Peter pleads, but he knows he can't do anything about his predicament. He hiccups and reluctantly accepts his fate. He stops holding himself and lets his arms hang, and relaxes his body. His already red face reddens even more hearing the distinct hissss sound in his pants.

Peter pulls his mask off and looks down at himself after finishing… "Oh my gosh, I just peed myself…" He starts crying, mortified. He's wet and though he felt warm even hot at first he's starting to feel cold. His pants are sticking to him in a way that makes him feel uncomfortable. He wants to tug the fabric away from himself, but cringes at the thought.

He curls up in a ball, laying his forehead on his knees. "Argh," Peter groans, and hiccups. "I'm never skipping bathroom breaks again…"