July 5th, 2021. 9:56am. Peter Parker's camera.
This footage has been tampered with by Peter; it's sped up, clearly to resemble a timelapse. For a brief moment, we see Peter hold his copy of Theories of Cross Species Genetics up to the camera, which has been placed on his desk at an angle so that it faces his bed. Peter then zooms onto the bed, where we see him jump onto his back before readjusting his glasses. He lies casually, holding the book up above his face as he flicks through its pages. The video last for about a minute and goes on just like this before we see the sped-up Peter jump off the bed and switch the camera off.
July 5th, 2021. 10:58am. Peter Parker's camera.
Peter leans back from the camera, now facing his desk chair. The footage is not tampered with. He sighs as he placed the book on the desk; we catch a glimpse of a bookmark sticking out a small portion of the way through its pages.
"So, it's pretty good so far," Peter surmises, cleaning his glasses with a small piece of cloth, "I kind of get some of what he's talking about so far, but I'll definitely need to do some more research. He's an interesting guy, that's for sure; his ideas seem a little fringe, but a company like Oscorp would eat it up, probably. Connors lost most of his arm in service, when a military hospital he was stationed at got bombed. He says that he's been looking into cross-species genetics ever since then; the idea that DNA from one animal can be mixed with another. He's been looking at utilizing lizard genetics, specifically the parts that allow them to re-grow their tails. The idea is that once he's perfected a formula, humans will be able to use it to re-grow their lost limbs. It's pretty interesting and even though it sounds like something from a sci-fi novel, it seems like he has the science to back it up. Anyway, I'll keep reading over the next few days, or however long it'll take for me to finish it."
July 7th, 2021. 2:25pm. Peter Parker's camera.
The camera is set down on a chair on the porch. Peter, dressed in an oversized hoodie and joggers, holds a tennis racket and a yellow ball and steps back until he is fully in frame, cautious that he doesn't fall down the steps. Holding the racket flat out in front of him, Peter throws the ball in the air and bounces it repeatedly, counting with each hit; "One, two, three, four, five, six-" he sighs in frustration as he loses control of the ball. We hear it bounce down the steps. This footage goes on for several minutes, with Peter trying and failing to reach above ten.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN! Eleven! Twelve - oh!" Peter loses control again, but he doesn't care. "New record!" he celebrates before running up to the camera and switching it off.
July 7th, 2021. 3:38pm. Peter Parker's camera.
Almost immediately after the camera turns on, a plain red t-shirt is laid down on Peter's desk. Peter sits, placing a small box on the table beside the shirt.
"So, one of my t-shirts has got a hole in it," Peter introduces, "So I'm gonna stitch it up. May taught me a lot about sewing and stitching when I was a little kid, so it's easier to just fix my clothes rather than go out and buy new ones." Peter flips the lid of the box open, rummaging around. "I think... yeah, there's the red wool."
Effortlessly, Peter threaded the string through the needle and went to work on his t-shirt, his small hands working eagerly. "So, I've been talking a lot to Seymour lately. We wanna do some stuff over the summer. He brought up the idea of maybe going out into the city, Manhattan or somewhere, just for the day. I think that'd be pretty cool, so I'm gonna ask Aunt May and Uncle Ben about it. It shouldn't be a problem; Seymour said his mom can pick me up and drop us off in the city, and even pick us up later. It's a pretty exciting idea, especially because I've never been into the city without, like, supervision before. Not saying we're gonna get up to anything crazy, but it'd be nice to... I don't know, be free."
Sighing happily, Peter places the needle and thread back in the box before showing his handiwork to the camera. "Voila! Honestly, I've done this so many times over the years that it's really not a big deal. I know Seymour was a little surprised when I told him I don't replace my clothes when stuff like this happens."
Smiling and reaching for the camera, Peter presses the stop button.
July 9th, 2021. 12:24pm. Peter Parker's camera.
The camera is placed down shakily; we're back outside again, on the back porch. An excited Peter, dressed in cargo shorts and a yellow graphic t-shirt, racket and ball in hand, looks overjoyed. "I just beat my record!" he announces proudly, "Wait, check it out..."
Silently counting, Peter bounces the ball in the air again. He gets to six and slips up. Supressing a curse, Peter storms to the camera and switches it off, embarrassed.
July 10th, 2021. 1:04pm. Peter Parker's camera.
We're looking out of Peter's bedroom window. The rain pours down relentlessly, raindrops hammering into puddles on the windowsill. It's quite peaceful, and Peter leaves us alone with the sound of nature, broken up only by a semi-audible conversation between May and Ben downstairs. After a few seconds, the camera stops recording.
July 13th, 2021. 8:21pm. Peter Parker's camera.
Once again, we're met with Peter talking to us at his desk in his bedroom. His hair is growing a little longer and more unkempt than usual.
"Okay, so me and Seymour have decided to go into Manhattan this Thursday. Aunt May and Uncle Ben are totally cool with it, especially since Seymour's mom is picking me up and dropping me back off. I've got enough cash from my birthday for us to go out and do some stuff, so I'm really looking forward to it. Seymour's coming here to pick me up at, like, twelve-thirty, and his mom is picking us up at about five-thirty, so we've got a good five hours out. I'm looking forward to it! I'll be bringing the camera along, of course, so I guess you'll see how it is..."
Peter trails off into a yawn at the end of the sentence. "Alright, that's enough for tonight," he decides, reaching to the camera and fumbling for the stop button.