(The following is a nonprofit work of fanfiction and is outside of the original canon. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and/or incidents of any kind depicted within this story are being used for entertainment purposes only.)

(The Loud House and all related characters were created by Chris Savino and all rights belong to Nickelodeon. Spider-Man and all related characters were created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko and all rights belong to Disney)

- Issue #05 -

Learn to Crawl

Lincoln leaned his back against the bathroom door, his mind left in complete awestruck at what had just happened.

He looked down at his hands, closely examining every finger, every line across his palms. It was starting to become very hard for him to take in. How did he do that? Just how in this God-created world did he do that? He did not even need to see the fly in order to catch it. Thinking back on it, he wondered if it was based on some kind of instinct. Like, a hunter's instinct. And that instinct somehow helped him in sensing where that little housefly was going to be.

As he continued to examine his hands, he then spotted something that he had not noticed before until now.

Located directly below on the undersides of his wrists were discolored glands shaped oddly enough like a spider's web. Strange-looking fluids, almost as white as his hair, were oozing around underneath the glands. Right above the glands were nearly invisible slits, each one less than a quarter inch long. He noticed that the slits were quite puffy, a result of the pressure on the skin caused from the inside. Lincoln furrowed his brows. This day just kept on getting weirder and weirder.

As gently as he could, Lincoln pressed down on the skin next to one of the slits in the hopes of trying to relieve some of the pressure. In that moment, a jet of white liquid silk suddenly shot right out, splattering all over his face and hair. The teen let out a comically high-pitched yelp in surprise as he fell to the bathroom floor. What the heck is this stuff?! he thought, as he clawed off whatever this silky substance was from his hair and face.

After getting back up and then calming down, he looked at the silky strands that he now held in his hands. He blinked a couple of times before finally registering whatever this stuff was. He could not believe what he was seeing. He could swear that it looked a lot like a... like a web or something. He turned to his other wrist. But this time, he decided to hold it away from his face as well as his body.

Okay, let's try this one more time. And just like that, same thing happened again. When he applied the same level of pressure, the gossamer silk shot straight up to the ceiling- and it stuck there. Lincoln examined it closely. He reached his left hand up to try and touch it and he plunked one of the strands like a guitar string.

When he did so, the strand made a sound when it vibrated from the plunk, mimicking the kind of sound that a steel wire makes. Lincoln was beyond words and stared at this giant web in amazement. He could not believe it. He just could not believe it. He was literally shooting ding dang webs out from his ding dang wrists. Actual spider webs. He looked back down at the healing bite mark on his hand again. His subconscious abruptly rewound all back to the field trip. To that one little spider which bit him.

His eyes widened at the dawning realization. No way. Could it even be possible? Everything he had just experienced, his sudden growth in muscles, his strange craving for anything protein, the absurdly lightning fast reflexes. And now, shooting actual webs from his wrists. All this did was bring him to one unbelievable yet logical conclusion. When that spider bit him, it must have injected its own modified DNA into his system, and then it somehow combined with his DNA. Thus causing a drastic alteration in his physical chemistry.

So, this could only mean one thing..., Lincoln said mentally. That spider had literally transformed me into a... A sudden knock was heard from the bathroom door, causing the teen to nearly jump out of his skin and let out a frightened little squeal. Lincoln looked at the door, his heart suddenly beating speedily in his chest.

"Lincoln?" Lori's concerned voice called from the other side. "Are you okay in there?" Lincoln's eyes widened. Oh no. If she realized what was going on, she might freak out. And then Lincoln would freak out, along with the rest of his family freaking out.

"Um, y-yeah! I-I'm fine!" Lincoln answered, all the while frantically pulling down the web from the ceiling. "I'm doing fine, Lori!"

"Are you sure?" the eldest Loud sibling questioned. "Because I could have sworn I heard you scream just now."

"Oh..., uh, well...!" Lincoln stuttered, trying to come up with a good lie. "I-It's nothing, sis! I thought I saw a spider in the back of the toilet. Everything's good now!" Collecting whatever was left of the web, he forced it into a ball and threw it out the bathroom window.

"Oh," Lori caved. "Well, that's fine. Just making sure you're okay is all!"

"Thanks, Lors!" Lincoln called appreciatively. "Happy for it!" He pressed his ear against the door, and the thumping sound of Lori's footsteps became quieter and quieter.

"Why didn't you guys tell me you didn't like my meatloaf?!" he heard his sister's voice exclaiming.

Lincoln could have sworn he heard a collected sigh. The white-haired teen then exhaled deeply in relief, his heartrate returning back to a normal pace. He gently pressed his back up against the door again. Man, that was a close one. As carefully as he could be, his body slid down until he now sat on the floor, his mind going at all directions at once, at trying to make sense of everything. Like somehow, one little spider had turned him into... well, all of this.

Lincoln carefully lifted up his left hand – only to catch a look at the web-shaped gland on his wrist. He stared at it for a while now, and then he mildly shook his head before resting said head against the bathroom door, another thought popping into his mind...

"What am I going to do now?" he mumbled to himself.

Thursday. 11:05 P.M.

Lincoln casually walked down through the sidewalk in the Midtown district of Royal Woods City as he eagerly scarfed down a disposable Tupperware bowl filled with scrambled eggs and ground bits of cooked sausage, which he had put together himself for his breakfast this morning. Of course, his mom and dad had to stop him from overloading on the number of portions he had whipped up, because he made enough food for an armada.

So, he ate whatever the amount he could have before putting the rest of the other scrambled eggs and ground sausage away for his current lunch for school. Once after he took a final big bite of his breakfast, he tossed the now empty Tupperware into a nearby trash can that stood closely next to the curb. Lincoln took in a small breath and gazed up at the blue sky above, yesterday's events still quite fresh within his teenage subconscious.

One part of him wanted so badly to believe that what happened was all a dream. His change in physique, his mad craving for protein, the catlike reflexes and speed, and there was the whole shooting web silk straight from his bare wrists thing to figure out. It all sounded like something right out of the pages of a science fiction novel. But the other part of him knew that it was not a dream, and that it truly did happen. This morning, right after he got out of bed, he took another glance at himself in the mirror.

And wouldn't you know it, his new physique was still there.

One last time, he looked down at his bitten hand, only to see that the bite mark was now barely even there. The swelling was gone as was the inflammation. His hand was back to looking normal again. Lincoln felt a little relieved. At least he won't have to look at it anymore. Which entailed another thing for him to worry about. He went to peek at the undersides of his wrists. And sure enough, the barely noticeable slits and web-shaped glands were still there.

Suppose he would have to wear long-sleeves from now on. Either that or wear a pair of wristbands, whichever worked best for him. Still, it was so hard to believe that what happened actually did happen. This was all just so much to take in. So much so, that he stopped for a moment to sit on a nearby bench to try and think it all out. Lincoln did not have to worry about being late for his next coming class, since the fact that his location was close by the school, he used this opportunity to try and figure things out.

And also, lunchtime was around thirty minutes, so that gave him a good open window to see if he could test himself. To try and understand what the full extent of these newfound phenomenon's were. After having sat down on the wooden bench, Lincoln started to closely observe his surroundings, trying to understand and take in the environment of the urban area that he sensed around him.

How peculiar. He noticed something that was seriously different. His vision was way more than what it originally was. Everything looked sharper. A lot clearer than what they were before. It was like he was seeing the world at a much higher form of resolution, like everything was now in 4k, with no motion blur whatsoever. He did not even have to squint or strain his eyes to get a better look at anything at all.

His sense of hearing, on the other hand, had greatly changed as well. Just like his eyes, who saw things more clearly, his ears worked the same way with sound. He could hear things he never knew existed, sounds he could not believe were even audible at all. He heard a small prickly tapping sound, and it made him flinch a few times just a little bit at each tap. He looked over at the armrest on the left side of the wooden bench, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the sound.

He peered his blue eyes closely and saw something, a cross orb-weaver spider, slowly crawling along the iron armrest, the tip of its twiggy legs tapping against the surface. This was incredible. Just absolutely incredible. All of his senses had been dialed all the way up to eleven; his vision, his hearing, his physical sense of awareness, all of it. If all of that had changed, what were it to say of his physicality? Sure, he now appeared strong, but was he actually capable of it to match?

An idea immediately popped into his mind. He came to remember learning something in science class one day that spiders could lift any object that was up to about fifty times heavier than the weight of their own bodies. And since he was basically, in a strange sense, a giant human-sized spider, did it also mean that he himself could quit possibly have the same level of proportionate strength too? Well, what had happened this morning should have been an obvious sign of that.

He recalled when he was getting ready to brush his teeth, his hand squeezed on a tube of toothpaste. But instead of a normal amount like he had intended, a thick blue line of toothpaste shot out from the nozzle, splattering almost everywhere on the bathroom mirror. Lincoln remembered pausing for a moment to register what had just happened. When he was in the shower, he tried to grab for a green bar of soap, only for the soap to crumble instantly beneath his grip.

It did not help that when he was drying himself off, he unknowingly tore his towel clean in two behind his soaking back, the loose threads now dangling limply on each end. Now he was starting to feel a bit frightened. He made for the bathroom door, but quickly stopped. He stared at the doorknob for a moment. Slowly and carefully, he gently grabbed the doorknob, twisted it clockwise, and pulled the door open as wide as it could be.

And just like that, he quickly made a dash for his bedroom and got changed, all the while being careful not to tear apart any of his clothes in the process. Lincoln shook his head. That's not good enough proof. He would have to test that out properly sometime when he got the chance.

If he could maybe just find a nearby vehicle to lift up over his head, it would definitely confirm this theory. But he would only have to do so when nobody else was around to see him do it. He looked at his surroundings. There was hardly anybody around. Despite the assurance, Lincoln did not want to take that chance and possibly scare someone. His sense of caution was founded when a lone male jogger, dressed in red and blue spandex, zoomed right by him without sparing the teen a passing glance.

With one deep breath, Lincoln stood up from the bench and walked on out, his hands resting inside his orange hoodie's pockets. He became so wrapped in his own thoughts, that he walked off from the curbside and down towards the middle of the painted crosswalk, without even realizing it. In that very instant, Lincoln suddenly felt something strange and profound, catching him totally off guard.

What's happening? he thought. It feels like my entire body is now covered in goosebumps. And what's that strong tingling sensation in the back of my skull? It feels like it's telling me to... Lincoln heard a loud honk coming his way from the left side of the street, making him whip his gaze to its location. His eyes widened when he saw an oncoming blue 2018 Hyundai speeding on by. At his direction.

JUMP!

Before he even knew it, his new instincts and quick reflexes took him over, causing him to do exactly what he had thought. Right when the car was just less than a meter away from smacking into him, Lincoln, with inhuman speed, made a great leap into the air, narrowly missing the incoming vehicle. He was so distracted by the feeling of escape that he did not realize how high his jump was. He found himself swiftly landing on a nearby building, but it was the side of it, clinging to it with his hands and feet.

Lincoln watched as the blue Hyundai screeched to a halt, tire tracks screeching against the pavement. The driver, a young adult woman, got out and she frantically reached the front of her car, finding no dead body stuck to the grill. She bent down to look under it, but again found nothing. Confused, the female driver eventually decided to give up, got back into her car, and drove away until it was nothing but a small blue dot.

"Whew," Lincoln sighed in relief. "Well, that could have been a lot worse." But it was still strange though. That tingling sensation, it felt like... like it was some sort of sixth sense, like it was warning me of that oncoming car. Wait... Does that mean that I now have... spider-sense? Upon thinking of the word "spider-sense", his mind was brought all the back to the field trip at the university once again. A small laugh escaped his throat.

How ironic that he wished for that sort of thing, to be able to sense danger before it could happen. And now here it was, buzzing in his brain and telling him to dodge speeding vehicles. It would appear that some supernatural force had been listening to him. After a moment of silence, the white-haired teen then realized something else. Wait a minute. Something's not right here. His eyes widened when he looked down and saw that he was now twenty feet above the ground.

He then glanced over to where his hands were, hopefully expecting to find them holding onto a ledge or a windowsill, just anything at all for him to climb up on to. But no, his hands were clinging to the surface of the solid brick wall of the building. More rather, he was sticking to it, scaling on the flattened brick surface as easily as he was able to walk.

His fingers alone were adhering, supporting his weight. No way. This was incredible. Was he going insane? Was he actually doing this? Very puzzled, Lincoln gingerly pulled one hand away and carefully examined his fingertips. What he saw next was an even bigger surprise. Taking a much closer look, he saw small black hairs protruding out from underneath the skin, black hairs that looked like they had rows upon rows of little claws and hooks.

This was it. All bets were cleared off. Lincoln Loud was officially and undeniably a human-spider hybrid, the very first of his kind to exist, a living breathing product of cross-species genetics born from the realm of science. He looked up at the edge of the wall above him, and as slowly as he could be, he crawled on his hands and feet, just as a spider would do. He was doing this. He was actually doing this.

Finally, he reached for the ledge of the building, and vaulted his body up and over the side and onto the floor of it. He looked out into the open at the streets below, at the amazing view the urban area of Royal Woods was now giving off. And he could now clearly make out the distant city skyline displaying itself far ahead. He was now more than thirty feet high off the ground. Lincoln felt his heart pumping excitedly and a big smile grew across his face.

"YOO-HOO!" he cried out, pumping his fists up in the air. And then, before he even knew it, he found himself swiftly darting and vaulting across the rooftops with ease within the next few minutes. The nip of the mild morning air blew against his face as he gracefully jumped from one building to another. He felt an incredible, freedom-based sensation that he never once knew he had, one that pumped fiercely through his now adrenalized veins.

In another lifetime, there was no possible way he would be able to pull off such daring feats as this. But now, here he was, crawling up walls like a spider, hopping and jumping across one rooftop to another, like he was some kind of a parkour master. A parkour master with super spider-like powers, agility, and outstanding coordination. He suddenly stopped near the edge of one roof and carefully analyzed the great distance ahead of him. A gap displayed itself between him and the opposite roof on the other side.

Think you can make that jump? Lincoln dared himself. A large grin spread across his face. No... I know I can.

After backing up quite a few paces or more, he dashed forward with as much speed and momentum his light feet could muster. And just as his left foot landed on the tip of the edge, with every strength he had in both his legs, soared headlong over the gap, gliding above over the widened streets down below. Just as he expected to happen, he landed perfectly on top of the opposite roof with impeccable precision despite the distance that would appear to be impossible to jump over.

"Nothing to it," Lincoln boasted, standing up and dusting himself off. Before he could move on, his eye caught something resting at his feet. It was long and cylindrical. It was a metal drainpipe. And idea popped into his brain. He lifted the pipe, holding it in both of his hands. This will be good enough.

With ease, he effortlessly bent the drainpipe, and it worked far too well, for the steel had curved like a like a bendy straw right before his eyes. Lincoln let out a laugh of excitement. Dropping the drainpipe, he found another pipe close by, this time made out of galvanized steel. With ease, he curved it until it now resembled a boomerang. To add it even further, he squeezed his hand around the steel, crushing it under his tenacious grip, as though it were an empty soda can.

Dropping the steel pipe to the floor, Lincoln walked over to one edge of the building, and he stared downward at the bustling streets below, and then across at another building on the opposite side with a tower crane right next to it. Okay, there was no way he would be able to make quite a leap over this one. He pursed his lips and rubbed his chin in thought. What could he do? For about a minute, he paced back and forth, thinking. Thinking... Thinking. And then finally, he looked down at the glands on his wrists.

Could he even... Well, a spider had spinnerets located at the back of their abdomens, and these spinnerets allowed them to be able to formulate their webs. But based on the events from yesterday, he shot his webs out his wrists, not his abdomen. Lincoln's face curled when he thought about the idea of him shooting spider webs from out his butt. Great, now I'm never going to get that picture out of my head.

Getting back on topic, Lincoln tried to think. If only there was a way for the webs to come out how he wanted them to, like maybe as a rope or something. Hmmm... Maybe he could. But there was no way he was going to make it come out the same way as he did the other day. There had to be an easy way for this to work.

He raised his left arm and extended it towards the opposite building. On second thought, he aimed it towards the tower crane instead. Maybe that would help him get a better reach for it. At first, he tried to make the web shoot out by sheer willpower. Sadly, nothing happened. Lincoln tried it again, and it had just about the same level of failure as the previous attempt. He glanced at his wrist again, before another idea manifested into his brain.

Wait, maybe it responds to certain hand gestures? He directed his arm once more at the crane and curled his open hand into a closed fist. To his disappointment, and growing irritation, nothing. He pointed with his index finger. Again, nothing. Lincoln grumbled under his breath. Okay, now this was starting to get increasingly annoying. He thought about maybe extending his middle finger and—

Nope, nope. That is not gonna happen. So instead, he rotated his hand so that his palm was facing up. Alright, let's try this one last time. If this doesn't work, then I'm done for the day. With that, he stretched out all four of his fingers and his thumb and thought carefully about what to do next. After a long pause, he chose his ring and middle finger, pressing them both down together against his palm. And then–

THWIP! A single web-strand immediately shot out from his wrist, and it flew across the air. Lincoln closely observed his hand gesture, the way it appeared. Huh, so all he had to do was press both his ring and middle finger against his palm. Fascinating. He eyed back at the distant building and at the crane that still remained out in front of him. Using his extended index and pinky finger to help him aim, he made the gesture again, and another thick gossamer strand shot out from his wrist.

The silky web-line veered off in an arch to the right, missing its intended target. Lincoln tried one more time, and a third came out, but this time it flew through the air and the other end had adhered itself to the side of the crane. Lincoln smiled with success. He eagerly hopped up onto the ledge and he tugged at the web-line as a means to test its strength. He tugged on it harder but stopped himself.

Best not pull it too hard. Don't want it to break. But then he remembered something from his science class.

The strength of a spider's web came from protein, which the webs themselves were made from. And since he had eaten some scrambled eggs and sausages, both of which carried plenty of protein, then he supposedly had nothing to worry about, right? And also, Professor Miles Warren himself said that a spider's web was about as strong as steel cables. So the chances of it snapping in half by his own hands was very small. Just in case though, he wrapped the tail end of the web-line around his hands, and he tugged on it one more time.

Lincoln took in a slow deep breath, his heartrate beginning to speed up from growing nervousness.

"Easy does it, Lincoln," he muttered to himself under a shaky breath. "It'll be like playing on a tire swing. Only difference is you're about forty feet above solid ground, about to swing across a very great distance, and with any luck, not about to splat head on against the side of the building out in front of you. Oh yeah, totally like playing on a tire swing. And besides, if Tarzan can do it, then why not you?"

With one more deep breath, Lincoln lifted his feet up and pulled himself right off the ledge. At that moment, he let out an excitable scream all the while sailing through the air and across the streets below him. To his great relief, the web did not break from the amount of his own weight. He kept his hands firmly tight around the web-line, ensuring that he would not fall. Realizing that he was now several meters close to the flat surface of the building, he tried to quickly think of something on the spot.

But he had no time to think on it as he came much closer to hitting the brick wall. Closing his eyes tightly, realizing that there were no other options, he let go of the web-line, and yet he still found himself heading right into the wall. Using his hands and feet, he swiftly clung to the surface. His breathing was fast, but it had eventually evened out, as did his heartrate. He looked down to see that he was now just ten feet above the ground.

He furrowed his brows in mild disappointment. Well, that could have gone better. A lot better. With this in thought, he leapt down to the actual ground on his feet with catlike grace. After that, he walked out into the street with his hands tucking inside his hoodie's pockets.

Did I say Tarzan? Sorry, I meant George of the Jungle. His gaze turned around to the side, and across the street from his location, Lincoln spotted what looked like a Burpin' Burger restaurant, with a small number of cars parked around the place. A small smile crept across his face. Perhaps he would have to practice with his web-shooting for another time. And besides, that whole wall-crawling, leaping and jumping across rooftops made him a bit real thirsty.

But just as he was about to step out onto the curb and make it out onto the crosswalk towards the burger joint, Lincoln stopped dead in his tracks when he had realized something very important. He grabbed for his phone and looked at the clock on the top of the touch screen. His eyes widened almost to the size of dinner plates.

Sweet tea and crackers! he mentally exclaimed. It's almost eleven-thirty! Lunch will be over in five minutes!

He muttered a curse at himself. He had been so caught up with the whole wall-crawling and rooftop jumping business he completely forgot that he still had school today. It would seem that he would have to postpone the Burpin' Burger for another time. But right now, he wanted to get back to school right right this second, or else he would be late for class, and he was not in the mood for an earful from the teacher. He whirled around to gaze back up at the rooftops.

A smile curled up on his face, a clever idea beginning to manifest inside his brain.

So, yeah. You all may have already noticed that I decidedly gave Lincoln organic web-shooters instead of the traditional mechanical ones. My main reason is that though Lincoln may be indeed a smart kid, but he's nowhere near as much of an A+ scientific genius like Peter Parker to be able to create such intricate designs.

And also, where would Lincoln even get the materials to put together web-shooters? The original comic book sort of implies that Peter Parker made them from whatever he found lying around in his house, which I find very implausible. And even if Lincoln did manage to create web-shooters, the web-fluid would realistically be emptied very quickly and easily after a small number of uses. I mean, there is only so much a single web-cartridge is able to contain.

And besides, I've always kind of liked the idea of Peter having organic web-shooters ever since I first saw the Tobey Maguire film back in 2002, because at least he did not have to worry about running out and reloading every single time. And plus, wouldn't it make a lot more sense if Peter had ALL the abilities of a spider, including being able to create organic webs?

Like, what's the point in giving him spider-like powers if he wasn't going to also have the one other ability that spiders are famously known for creating? Don't get the wrong idea and think that I am bashing or hating on the character, I am not. I absolutely LOVE Spider-Man and many of his other incarnations. I'm only trying to be realistic here is all.

So, with all of that being said, I hope that you have enjoyed reading this chapter and this story so far, and I look forward to reading what you folks think in your reviews.