I'm baaaaccckkk! Okay, so I had finished this chapter, and it was sitting there, staring at me, judging me, it was then that I realized I couldn't just wait until Monday to post, or else I'd go insane. So new idea! It will be my goal to update weekly! See next week Thursday as a due date for the next chapter, but it can go up whenever I'm done writing and editing, so be on the lookout for the next update.

Disclaimer: I went to a Chinese restaurant to buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread! The first they that i said was, 'I'll own Marvel by the time I'm dead, dead dead!'. (Did anyone else play that hand game when they were little, no? Okay.) I also mention Pizza Hut! Though, I don't own that either, but I could do with some pizza.

I'm trying to lighten the mood, mostly because...Warning: Character Death at the end of this chapter.

Otherwise, Enjoy!

'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'

Peter smashed the alarm clock's off button, and slowly slipped out of bed.

Except this time, something was wrong.

As groggy as Peter was, he could feel it. Something was very, very, wrong. He slowly looked over to his hand on the alarm clock, to make sure what he was feeling was true. Turning his head as slowly as he could, he saw exactly what he felt.

The alarm clock was broken.

Peter stared at it, one second, two seconds, trying to process what he was looking at. He broke the alarm clock, how the hell did he manage to break the alarm clock?! He slowly lifted his hand off the alarm clock to properly survey the damage. As he lifted his hand, to his utter shock, the pieces stuck to his hand.

Peter tried to wave the pieces off, but to no avail. He slowly tried to pull each piece off his hand, one by one, manually. There was probably a very logical explanation for all of this. Peter knew he was smart, surely he'll find out the cause and the solution for this by breakfast. He got put on a fresh pair of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

Pulling out his toothbrush, Peter opened the lid of the toothpaste and lightly squeezed, only for a giant glob of toothpaste to shoot out and onto the mirror, not what he expected. He got a bit of toothpaste on the toothbrush and turned on the faucet, only for the faucet handle to break, causing water to rocket out on everything.

Peter quickly looked around, finding a towel, he tried to lay it on the sink to make sure water doesn't leak down to the floor, but when he reached out to the faucet handle to try and put it back on, the towel still stuck to his hand. In a panic, Peter grabbed the faucet handle with the other hand and slammed it down on the spewing faucet, causing his sink to crack slightly. He reached down got the cabinet under his sink to get some tissues, only when he tried to open the cabinet, the handle came off clean.

Scared for his life, Peter, slowly turned the handle leading out to with bathroom, and plopped down on his bed, fidgeting. He could feel every little movement, the air coming from the A/C, hitting the wall, bugs on the outside windowsill crawling about. It was like some sick sixth sense.

There was a knock on his door.

"Peter, is everything okay honey? What was all that commotion?" It was Peter's mom.

Peter realized that his mom was at the door, but he was so scared to move, so scared to think, he couldn't manage to muster any words.

"Peter? I'm coming in!"

In walked Pepper, she saw her son, clearly uncomfortable on the bed. She looked at the bathroom, the light was still on, and the inside was a mess. She looked back to Peter, behind him on his side table, his alarm clock was in pieces.

"What the hell happened Peter!"

Now Peter hated to worry his mom, she was already worried enough about him. Which was why throughout his life he had become the master of excuses. Harry had teased Peter, saying he could've been a Secret Agent with the amount of lies and excuses he came up with, to which Peter didn't argue, he couldn't exactly argue with the truth.

With all the confidence he could muster, Peter looked up to his mom.

"The alarm clock fell on the floor and broke, there were a lot of loose handles on the bathroom, and I'm feeling really, really sick. Can I please take a day off?" It's was a pathetic excuse, Peter knew that, but if he sounded sick enough, perhaps his mom would buy it.

Pepper approached Peter, he was shivering, something was definitely wrong. When she touched his forehead, he wasn't hot, but he was definitely very cold. Yes, she would definitely have to call the school, because Peter was in no shape to go.

"Get some rest, sweetie, your not going anywhere today. Do you want me to ask Bruce to take a look at you?"

"I'll just take some Tylenol and hit the sack, I'll see if I'm better when I wake up."

"Whatever you say," Pepper made her way to the door, before closing it, she looked back at Peter and chuckled, "Jeez, what did Oscorp do to you" she joked, and with that, Pepper closed the door.

That gave Peter an idea of what happened,

Oscorp.

With that thought, Peter ran to his desktop computer, turned it on and searched,

'Spider bite.'

He looked through the pictures. All the pictures he saw were big, ugly, bubbles of puss. The bites ranged from colors red to purple to yellow, leaving big rashes around the bite. Some people were even put in the hospital because of a serious bite.

Peter looked down at his finger and found no resemblance, he looked down at his finger and saw just that, a finger. There was no puss, no signs of weird colors, no rash, nothing. It looked just as it did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

The spider that had bit Peter had been exposed to radiation, maybe that made their bite different, Peter proceeded to type.

'Oscorp spider resea;lkdjf;jads'

That's not right.

Peter looked down to find out what was wrong with his keyboard, only to gaze at his fingers, slowly raising them up, revealing that the keyboard keys were now sticking to his fingers.

Today is gonna be a long day.

Peter picked off each of the keyboard keys, flopped back on his bed, wrestled the sheets to stop sticking to his feet, and dozed off back to sleep.

'Bzzzzzzzt'

Peter woke up with a jump.

'Bzzzzzzzt'

Waah? What is that?

'Bzzzzzzzt'

Peter noticed his phone ringing at his bedside, looking over, he saw the Caller ID. 'Harry'.

Oh.

Peter gently picked up the phone, being careful not to break it in the process, and accepted the call.

"Hullo?" Peter asked, in a still tired voice.

"Peter! Where were you today? Are you sick?"

What was Peter to say? He definitely knew what was wrong with him, he knew the cause, he knew the effect. Though, he didn't know the solution, was it something that should be solved? Did he really need a cure? Could he die from this? Was he dying at that very moment? He wasn't sure, but Peter did feel better. Just then, Peter had an idea.

"I was this morning, but I'm feeling a lot better, I'll probably need to get some fresh air, though."

"Great idea! You can come to my house and pick up the boatloads of homework for tomorrow!"

Peter groaned, though he couldn't hear it, he knew Harry was snickering on the other side of the call. Well, it was a valid excuse to get him out of the house. Peter looked over at his alarm clock, just to notice that it was still, in fact, broken. So he instead took the phone away from his ear to see the time.

5:06 PM.

"I'll be at your house by 6, but I can't stay over too long, otherwise my parents will go mad."

"Sound cool, see ya."

"Bye"

Click.

With that, Peter put down the phone and made his way down to the common room. Which was surprisingly, empty. It hardly occurred to Peter that there was always someone in the common room, whether it be Thor in the kitchen at early morning, Bruce or Steve reading a book almost all the day, or Clint binge watching Game of Thrones until 6 in the morning. It was weird to see it vacant, definitely something that happens once in a blue moon.

Peter made his way to the fridge, he was starved. He hadn't noticed how hungry he was until he mistook his stomachs growling for the heater turning on. On the fridge, there was a note from his dad, who he hadn't seen all day today. Which wasn't really out of the ordinary, his dad being busy and all, trying to run a company and be an Avenger could really take it out of a guy.

'Hey slugger, hope your feeling better, your mom said you weren't doing too hot today. There's lasagna in the fridge for when you're hungry. Your mother, Uncle Rick, and I are at a conference downtown, and the team is over at SHIELD for a rundown of an upcoming mission. We should be back by 9, call if you need anything, don't do anything stupid. - Dad.'

9 at night gave Peter plenty of time to go through with his idea. Today might not suck as much as it could have.

Peter heated up the lasagna and devoured it within minutes. Then got up, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note.

'Feeling a lot better. Harry has a butt-load of homework for me, gotta go pick it up, will stay there for a bit, call when your back and I'll be on my way home - Peter'

It wasn't a complete lie, he was going to Harry's house, he just wasn't staying there. Peter was going to go find out once and for all what that spider had done to him, through experiment.

Harry's house wasn't that far away when running, he made it to the huge Oscorp building in twenty minutes. Peter went up to the penthouse, ringing the bell. Harry answered the door and bombarded him with questions, Peter answer with with a lot of 'I don't know' and 'Ummm', he told Harry he would explain more tomorrow at school. With that, Peter shoved his homework into his bag and dashed off.

Both Peter and Harry had to grow up known as 'The Son of a Billionaire', Gwen was 'The Daughter of a Police Officer'. Peter and Harry's lives were monitored by the press, whether it be a trip to the beach or to Central Park, the media seemed to always know. Gwen's life was monitored by the Police Force, one of the police officers on duty always seem to keep and eye on her wherever she went. That was why when they were little, they had found an abandoned warehouse not too far behind their school. They decided it would be their kind of 'clubhouse', where all three of them could go whenever they felt like it. Where they didn't just have to be the sons of two billionaires or the daughter of a police officer. They could just be three friends hanging out after school.

They had purposefully made sure it was nothing too savvy, after finding a lot of wood, and working for five months straight, Peter and Harry were able to build a half-pipe. Skateboarding had always seemed to help them both get their mind off of current events, so the sweat and toil seemed worth it, as they would continue to skate on it for years. All in all, the abandoned warehouse looked like nothing more than a rusty old shack a bunch of jocks tried to overrun, but soon gave up.

Gwen had brought a large desk, where she could sit, relax and read a book or do homework, most of the time she was doing homework, but it all seemed sort of natural, the abandoned warehouse and all three of them together, it was all like a second home. Gwen didn't have to think about the police watching over her like hawks, Harry didn't have to think about his father's business and all the time he spends busy, and Peter didn't have to think about his families job and the fact that one day, one of them might not come back home.

Peter had gotten to the warehouse by 6 in the evening. There waiting for him under the table was his skateboard, his father had never liked him skateboarding, so it only seemed fit that his board was anywhere but the house, who knows what his dad would do to it. Peter grabbed his skateboard and started skating up and down the ramp, skate up, slide down, gain momentum, skate up again. It was a science equation in Peter's brain. After he gained enough speed to get up high enough on the half-pipe, Peter stuck his hand up onto the wall of the half-pipe, letting his skateboard fall away from him, and lifting his legs up onto the wall.

Peter stuck to the wall, five meters above the ground.

Peter could stick to the wall! Which was amazing by itself, but Peter wanted to take it to the next level.

He jumped down from the wall—which was surprisingly easy when not in a panic—and made his way to the metal beams that supported the warehouse. He placed one hand on the beam, then one leg, and slowly climbed up the beam, alternating hands and legs, as if rock climbing. Except for the fact that, well, there were no rocks! Peter made his way up to the top and jumped onto one of the horizontal beams, he preceded to pull his legs up over the beam to hang upside down.

This is so freaking awesome!

Peter had developed a better sense of balance too, which gave him a thought, could he possibly—

Without finishing the thought, Peter pulled himself up to sit on the beam. He places both his hands firmly on either side of him and proceeded to push down on the beam. He easily pushed himself up off the beam, and into a handstand. He lifted up his palms so that only his fingers held him up, then he lifted three fingers up so that only two fingers held him up. Then slowly, carefully, Peter lifted his right hand up, stretching it outward to maximize balance.

There Peter was, in a one-handed handstand. He wasn't sick, he wasn't dying. No, Peter was living, living the thrill, living free. This was amazing.

Peter looked up at the entrance, still amazed by what he was doing. Metal surrounded him, beams, pipes and chains, but he had a clear view of the entrance, well, almost clear, there was a single spec that slowly slid down. A spider, sliding down to the ground from his web. Peter looked around him, and surveyed his surroundings,

Chains.

Peter stretched his legs out over the beam and let gravity do the rest. He was falling, falling down to the ground until,

Ca-chnk.

He grabbed onto one of the chains and held on, tight. He swung his legs front and back, like one does on a swing, to cover more distance, he let go,

Ca-chnk.

He grabbed onto another chain, letting it carry him across the open space. This was still science too, like skateboarding. Start off with a push, let gravity help build momentum, carrying you farther than before, giving a new, higher starting point, gravity helps build more and more momentum the higher you get, simple physics. Peter let go, he did a backward flip,

Ca-chnk.

Peter was Tarzan in the jungle, swinging from vine to vine. The wind hitting his face, open air under his feet, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the thrill overwhelming him. He felt like a bird, gliding, flying to who-knows-where, he had never felt this alive in his life.

Peter made a rough landing on Gwen's desk and let go of the chain. He looked up, looking back to his start point, tracing the pattern he had swung in. Harsh, metal clangs could be heard as the chains continued to dangle, scraping against on another, the jangling echoed through the warehouse.

Peter's heart was still racing, he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, he was still on high alert. He felt like he could jump four feet into the air and do a flip, and with the way he was now, he probably could.

Peter now had all the data he needed, he knew the cause, the effect, his limits. He knew what he could do, how his senses have been enhanced. His weird sixth sense, that's constantly warning him in times of fight or flight. There was just one thing that confused Peter, that Peter couldn't wrap his head around.

What do I do?

Does he tell his parents? They were already so overprotective, so delicate when it came to Peter, telling them would just make things worse, for both his and them. Does he tell SHIELD? Perhaps his Aunt Ria could help, but then again, it was SHIELD, who knows what kind of tests they would run on him. He definitely couldn't tell Harry, or anyone with the slightest relations with Oscorp, they would probably treat him more like a lab rat than anything. So the question remained, what to do.

'Bzzzzzzzt Bzzzzt' 'Bzzzzzzzt Bzzzzt'

Peter's phone rang from inside his bag, keeping it as far away from where he 'experimented' so that if anything went horribly wrong, they wouldn't get damaged.

Peter ran over to his phone and looked at the Caller ID. 'Uncle Rick'.

Peter picked it up, "Hello?"

"Heya Pete!" Uncle Rick sounded as cheery as he always did, "I heard you weren't feeling too great today, how are you?"

How was Peter? Peter was a mixture of ecstatic, jumpy, confused and scared.

"I'm doing great! I probably just didn't get much sleep the night before, but I'm feeling a lot better." Peter felt he sounded convincing enough.

"That's fantastic! Your mother and father are going over business plans for the next few months, but I got an early leave. How about I meet you down at Pizza Hut, then we can work on that science project of yours at home."

The 'science project', Peter had completely forgotten about the supposed science project he was supposedly working on with Gwen, he'd have to make something up. Well, make something up later, because right now, he could do with some pizza.

"That sounds great! I'll see you there."

With that, Peter hung up the phone, grabbed his bag and made his way out the warehouse, he had some pizza to eat.

Once he met Uncle Rick for pizza, they ordered in and gorged themselves on a large pepperoni pizza, a classic. With it they guzzled down some cream soda, Uncle Rick told Peter about everything that happened at the conference, as he usually did.

It wasn't that Peter didn't want to listen, he loved hearing about what his Uncle Rick did at meetings, as he always seemed to put a comedic twist and over exaggerate a lot of what happened. It was hilarious! It was just, Peter was contemplating something very, very, important.

Uncle Rick was like Peters second father. He was amazing, he was everything a father could be, and more. He was the only one in his family that didn't treat Peter like he was made of glass, like he was something fragile that needed protecting. Uncle Rick had always believed in Peters ability and intellect. He always ensured Peter that he was destined for great things. Perhaps whatever happened to Peter, everything that spider bite did, perhaps that was what he was meant to do, maybe Uncle Rick could help him.

Once Uncle Rick was done and silence filled the air, Peter asked,

"Uncle Rick, can we go somewhere private, not home just somewhere without..." Peter looked quietly at his surroundings "without any cameras"

Richard raised an eyebrow, confused, "What is it Peter? Is something wrong?"

Peter took a deep breath, "There's something you need to see, there's something I need to tell you, but it can't be here in public, and dad has a full record of what happens at home. It needs to be just you and me."

Behind the Pizza place, Peter told his Uncle Rick everything. How he never really had a science project, how he actually went to Oscorp and had gotten bit by a spider. How he woke up this morning with these new abilities, these new powers. He showed him his abilities. Making sure there was no one watching, and surveying the area for cameras, he climbed seven feet up the wall, and gracefully landed back down. He took a rock the size of his fist and smashed under his shoe, crumbling it.

He watched his Uncle Rick closely, he showed no signs of fear or weariness, he didn't seem afraid of Peter. Instead, he seemed worried for Peter, yet, he also seemed intrigued at the same time. He on occasion asked Peter questions, trying to understand what exact happened to Peter. Peter answered each of them honestly, because he knew his uncle would help him.

They made their way back to Avengers tower, Peter tried to answer as many questions as he could, asking a few himself. He really had no idea what was to come.

Richard was by far fascinated with what he had seen today, it seemed that Peters biology, his genetic structure as a whole, had changed. Technology like that was years beyond technology today, and the fact that Oscorp had somehow gotten a hold of something that spectacular, Richard had a feeling it was not on purpose. Perhaps he would be able to get Tony to hack into Oscorp Lab Files and take a look at their current research.

Across an alleyway near Avengers Tower, Richard noticed the local bookstore was open,

Perhaps I can find something to help calm Peter, perhaps a book about spiders, or genetics. Something he can use to help understand his power.

With that thought, Richard turned to Peter,

"You go on ahead, I need to pick something up from the bookstore."

Peter looked at him, confused, "I'm sure Jarvis can find the book you're looking for on the Internet."

Richard chuckled, "Even I enjoy a physical book once in a while Peter, I'll be just a few minutes."

"Okay! I'll call mom and dad and see where there at."

"Sounds good."

Richard made his way towards the bookstore, he had earlier seen Pepper eyeing a book recently, she had told him it was being made into a movie soon. 'The Light Between Oceans' if he remembered correctly, he would definitely check to see if it was available. Richard also had to map out an area for another Stark Industries building to go, to his convenience, it was going to be a genetics division, so that their company could step up to their rivals at Oscorp, perhaps he would be able to help Peter in some way when that was built and ready. He also remembered he had to—

"Hey!"

A gruff voice behind him snapped Richard Parker out of his thoughts, he turned around to see where the voice came from.

Peter was excited, his final question—what would he do with his powers—had finally been answered. Well, half answered, but his Uncle Rick would help him find the full answer! If he wasn't in public, he would be jumping up and down, probably getting stuck on lamp posts in the process. He wondered what he and his uncle were going to do first, perhaps they would have a proper abilities test, perhaps they would—

'Bang! Bang! Bang'

Peter turned around quicker than lightning, that did not sound good.

He ran over to where his Uncle had left him, the alleyway.

"Uncle Rick?" Peter called, of course, he was too far from the alley to hear an answer, if there was any.

He ran and fast as his legs could carry him, and turned into the alley. What he saw horrified him.

"UNCLE RICK!"

The rest of the night was silent.

A/N:...Oops...I did it again, I played with your heart, got lost in the game, Oh baby!

Heh, heh, sorry? I've read a lot of fanfics where I thought the author was evil for killing off a character, look at me now, dealing my own sin... No regrets...

I hope you liked that scene from TASM, where he's swinging from chain to chain, gave my own little input of what Peter might've been thinking through that scene.

On a lighter note, THANK YOU SO MUCH! The amount of attention this fanfic got just skyrocketed! Thank you for your faith in this! I'll do my best to not let you down!

Review time! A lot of reviews! Lets see...

EowynPevensie90: Thank you so much! I definitely feel there is so much potential for Pepper's character, and hope to build more on her as this story moves on, if in any scene she stoops a bit low, make sure to let me know! The last thing I need is a perfectly good character gone to waste. I'm happy you like my choice of Gwen Stacy! I see a lot of potential in her character, being more out-going. I'm glad you enjoyed!

Guest 'This was great': This was one thing I wanted to address, the swearing. The reason I added it and specifically made this rated T was for it to seem more real. When someone is faced with something this gigantic change in their life, they're going to overreact, say some choice words while trying to process whats happening. Whether it be Godzilla stomping of New York or burning your hand on the stove, its gonna happen. Regardless, I promise not to add and 'F-Words', this is T-rated, and I won't use excessive swearing, I'll try my best to keep it to a minimum, but expect there to be a bit when a scene gets a bit overwhelming for a character. Other than that, I'm glad your enjoying! : D

'Guest of honor': _... Looks like your prophecy came true... Ha, ha! Thank you! I'll update whenever I get the chance!

Phoenix X 2: I'm glad your enjoying! I'll definitely pour my heart and soul into this fanfic, I will try my absolute best to make sure this story doesn't turn to dust. As for your spider-verse question, Spiderverse was a comic book story-arch in 2014 that mainly dealt with all the different Spidermen of the Multiverse, Given the only canon where the Avengers and Spiderman are together is in Civil War, most crossovers are usually referred to as 'fanonverse'. Though loosely, the term 'Spiderverse' could be used. Finally, if by 'help out' you mean co-write, I already have a timeline of whats to come for the characters, more scenes and conflicts that I have an idea of how they're going to play out, so I'm not sure co-writing is best for this story. But please, feel free to suggest anything via Review or PM! It's all greatly appreciated.

*Deep breath* Sorry for the long authors note! I try to get to everyone, but then this whole update will be an Authors Note. I'll try not to do that again, but I just wanted to clear any confusion. I still haven't chosen a main villain, While Norman Osbourn, Dr. Conners and Dr. Adder have all been villains in the comics, I'm wondering whether to use them as just passive character, and chose another villain. Let me know what you think!

R/R people! Thanks for reviewing!