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This is a fan made fic purely for entertainment.
I do not own Marvel Franchise or any connected entertainment used in this story other than my plot and my OC's.
Who am I...?
Identity crisis was not exactly the most deadliest disorder, but hey it is, when you're in a situation that far outweighs something like common trauma, depression or deep-end-amnesia.
Waking up literally, in someone else's shoes and body can be highly confusing and more importantly disturbing. It's like a super advanced VR, which even with the latest tech I remember in my previous life, I was sure I didn't remember having pleasure of being acquainted.
I'm sure I would know such a wonderful item that can literally make illusion real, I was actually a pretty good at my field of thing. Science, why of course...Until Marvel and their fucking super genius broke my poor pride into millions of itty bitty pieces.
On the side note, I thought of Marvel's own shitick, of illusion thingies, Telepaths, BARF, demons, mind wipers, mind swappers, gods, brainwashing evil nazis, sorcerers, Psylock, Moonstar, Strange, Wanda, Loki, Mind Stone...
The amount of fucking bullshit is simply making foam from my mouth. I am so done with this.
I need to find myself some aluminium foil..Really fast..
And a therapist.
This entirety "I became someone else" was disconcerting and disturbing.
Right now, I am Peter Parker with his memories and his feeling, I could feel his trauma, suffering, his fears, his affection, his behaviours, his ideas, his knowledge, his personality itself...I could feel them changing my personal view of myself.
I was not a social butterfly, but I'm sure I'm not a anti social kid with trust issues. But now, I hated crowds. It didn't help with my enhanced senses. Hyper hearing sucks, sometimes.
I used to be a bit of cold person, in truth. But I feel like joking around in situations and make some idiotic quips, to hide my insecurities and fears rather than give a smirk and shrug it off.
There are new feelings, strong affections for an aunt and uncle that I don't even know.
A longing and love for dead father and mother that are not mine.
A deep friendship with someone that was not my friend.
A wild crush over a girl I haven't even seen.
A astronomical amount of mental suffering and trauma that I can't understand neither can I hold.
I wasn't someone that obsessed over fanfics or webnovel, that was Debby's thing. The only reason I even bothered take notice was because of Debs, he nagged me into reading them before I decided to continue reading through those decent ones that piqued my interest.
..Now, I wish I was in some trashy novels written by some scummy a̶̖͇̥̞̣͍͑̑́̉̀ų̵̘̯̣̹͑̎͆͊͂̀͛̌̿̕͝͝ͅẗ̶͔̘̲̰̳̭̖̗̖̖͉̗̔̓̓̈́̋́͌̕h̷̡̡̛̖͖̣̝͍̃̑̐̔̋́̃̉͋̇̔̕ǫ̷̳͖̦̲̂͑̍̋̔͐̉̆̑̓͘͝r̴̢̡̩̟̙̐̍̈. So, in a wild and completely illogical way I can get past those fucking complexities known as psychological suffering and other disorders I am currently experiencing.
It was mental taxing just having a thought to be processed for me with this broken mentality, and I will have 60,000-80,000 thoughts racing across my head per day.
"I haven't even moved from my bed, and I'm already feeling too tired." I was annoyed. It was around...4:01 A.M. He bit back a groan. I don't think I can go back to sleep
As the only responsible person amongst his my group of idiots, I was sort of team mom for my best friends. So, I've had been the one to do most of the housework. That means waking up early, unfortunately I had a habit to lose my sleep after In wake up.
We four, kinda leave together in our house we call "Haven", it helps that me and Debs are filthy rich kids who are childhood friends, so we get to throw around money, more him than me, I was more of simple and elegant type rather than luxurious. He mostly said I am stingy and fucking devious like my dad. As if, I was like that old man.
...I was already starting to miss my group.
Every day, I remember waking up on the couch, a half eaten pizza over the table before, a few beer bottles rolling on the floor, Debby must probably be on the floor curled up like a caterpillar as he muttered the name of some girl he had been previously flirting giggling sleepily like a school girl, Seban would have been sleeping next to Debs atleast one cigar close to him...and Jo would probably be inside the bin—the large one which I emptied and filled with cushion, mostly because the idiot ends up sleeping in it, sometimes sleep walking into it.
I had a small dysfunctional group of idiots...and I really missed them.
"Peter!..." An elderly voice, feminine called below the stairs.
"Coming, Aunt May!." I replied back almost instinctively, before I paused. I smacked my palm over my face before dragging them over my hair. I sighed.
There we go. I was shoved down with this life, I might've as well roll with it for now.
...Still, why couldn't this be a Sunday. Of all days it could be why does it have to be Wednesday..
"Peter..your appetite seemed to have gone up."
The voice was that of a elderly woman with short brown hair preserve for a few grey hair, exhibiting her aging, she had fair wrinkled skin with line but she seemed well for her age regardless, she wore a dark blue sweater and peach white pants and slippers, as she poured me a coffee, the third one I requested. More and more like TASM, huh, I mentally thought idly.
"I am growing boy, Aunt May." I replied stiffly. I genuinely didn't want to make a conversation. I was rather...nervous for what purport, maybe because I rudimentally hijacked her nephew's body...or was I Peter...or am I too stupid...
"Yes, he is." Uncle Ben came in, walking with newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in another...Was that Daily Bugle, , one of the iconic marvel Gazette brand, huh the irony..
"Oh, Peter. Can you give this to an old acquaintance of mine after your school. Address is in it." I heard Ben ask me. I was eating the breakfast, Pancakes, which indubitably was astounding but I was endeavoring to sate my broken pride by saying I could do better, as I washed my hands after eating my rather immense fill of my food., my eyes glancing over to the envelope he had in his hands.
I slipped my bag over my shoulder, and took the envelope from his hands gently, and nodded.
"Bye, Aunt May, Uncle Ben!." I instinctively verbalized the moment I moved past the door afore closing it. I sighed again.
I walked down the street a clouded look over my face as I walked virtually aimlessly.
I was wearing a blue shirt with white t-shirt underneath and blue pants with a pair of Nike shoes. I didn't wear glasses because apparently my vision got clearer, I mean, why would I gain enhanced eyesight when spiders are nearsighted.
A stray glance to the nearby building's reflexive glasses show me my own looks, I was a bit distressed that I couldn't find the image of tall and lean man with black hair and fair skin with a pair of striking grey eyes.
̍̋̔͐̉̆What greeted me, was a lanky but lean looking teen with dark brown hair and hazel brown eyes, I don't know but I'm seeing similarities with Ultimate, Andrew Garfield and even a bit of Tom Holland in that face.
Though, I kinda was a bit nerdy before with the beanie and glasses, with my hair swept back wildly and that look in my eyes, I kinda looked too handsome for a nerd, kinda like how Andrew version was criticised for.
Though, I can proudly say I'm much more capable in the charm department comparatively due to the gift of Gene's from my beautiful and lovely mother and while I will never admit to his face, my old man wasn't half bad the looker.
Most people used to say I got my mother's beauty and my father's rugged handsome looks, especially my eyes, a pair of striking grey eyes...While I didn't care that much about appearance, it still stings having to see unfamiliar face over in the mirror.
...I guess I will have to cope with this for now.
Peter doesn't seem that bad with that Andrew Garfield like look, heh I'm too cool to be a nerd.
Suddenly the sent of fresh asphalt and sudden appearance of a limo next to me broke me from my ponderings. The glass rolled down. A familiar grinning his face met mine.
"Hey, Peter." Harry gave a wave with grin.
A small shiver came over me, my senses dilated.
"Hey, Harry." I gave a smile.
"What are you waiting for, get in!." He said, as he opened the door. I felt suddenly feeling sick. Like there was something wrong with me. My head was feeling...tingly.
"Eh—,I don't know, Harry. I don't wanna impose—"
"Alright, quit the moping, Pete, I am already pissed at you for missing my tour at Osborn, so stop being humble." He stopped my excuse with annoyed glare as I sighed and got in.
"Good Morning, Peter Parker." A sharp and cool voice greeted me as my blood went cold. The voice did not belong to Harry.
A man that looked like an older harry with brown hair and black eyes with fair skin wearing an black cutting edge formal suit and a pair of dark black shoes, which gave me a small sense of nostalgia, sitting cross legged over the seat smiled at me.
A wave of memory rushed to my head. I think I understand how Spider Sense works, even dormant threats can be detected.
"Good morning, Mr Osborn." I hoped to hell and back that I didn't sound any much of cold.
"I did not expect to me you today, but I'm glad. I wished to come and meet you personally. I heard from Harry that you fainted back at the Field Trip, are you doing well now ?." Norman Osborn's voice was formal and well accented with a touch of elegance, it was like a snake's moment however, there was unusual fondness in them.
"It was nothing, Mr Osborn. I had pulled a few nighters reading Dr.Banner's researches.." It was not true neither was it lie as Norman gave a smile.
"I see, it is good thing to see that how you work so hard while some others do nothing more than party and waste money." Norman said distatefully.
"And some others can maybe suck a dick." Harry replied casually.
"Perhaps, you can learn some adequate manners from Peter, here." Norman said a little pushingly.
"Peter's my best friend not my tutor. And I use my manners where I want." Harry rudely answered.
I can't help but feel horrified to see some painfully scary similarities in this scene when I compare myself and my father.
And at the interaction between the two Osborns.
Norman Osborn. The millionaire businessman who is Oscorps, a very complex personality that took his ideal as perfection and success to maximum. He has conflicted and impaired relation with his son, Harry Osborn and dissapointed with his son.
Later, on he takes a unstable serum devised by his company for military enhancement, the Goblin Serum which gave him superhuman strength, agility and endurance.
However, it had a drawback of making his mind unstable and utterly mad. Or more specifically creating and alter ego, or an insane split-personality, Green Goblin.
Later, on he becomes a psychopath that enjoys chaos to the point of becoming one of the most deadliest villain that Spiderman had ever faced, an iconic Spiderman villain.
The amount of sheer fucked-upness this guy is staggering to say.
And Harry Osborn is his insecure and very much of obedient child who dissapoint his father and hopes for his approval.
And here he was casually speaking so rudely and unassumingly to his father...
...And Norman seemed pleased ?..
Norman was pleased that his son was in his rebellious phase ?...
I tried to wrack my brain over it.
"Come on Pete, Let's get out and let this Old coot Jack off to his perfectionism." Harry dragged me off from the limo as Norman smiled amusingly before waving off us.
Harry flipped him off. Norman gave a proud smile.
What the fuck.
"Sorry, Pete, you had to deal with that creep." Harry apologised as they walked to Midtown High, all eyes on them, or Harry specifically as a few girl winked at him, Harry winked back.
"Eh, no it's nothing, Harry and I don't think you should call him a creep." I replied.
"No need to be so polite Pete, we both know you think the same." I did. So did the previous Peter, or me...ugh, Identity crisis.
"Well, I will meet you during the break." Harry gave a two-finger salute before going off as he met a few group of girls that started to fawn over him. I rolled my eyes.
Pretty sure now that I'm probably in some comics or some kind of drama because that seems like straight out of a Tropes.
...I seriously feel it now. I thought my—Peter's memory updated me on those high schooler tropes that seemed prominent.
Y'know, the nerds, the jocks, the popular girl, the playboy, the popular boy,the child popstar, and I already met the rich kid.
"Oh, look the Puny Parker's here, I thought I won't see your frail looking ass out after you got light headed back at the Field Trips." a tall blonde teenager with a smug smirk came over as he peered down on me, despite being only a 2-3 inches over me. He wore grey t-shirt with a blazer over it and black pants with leather boots.
I rolled my eyes as some generic lackie looking kids laughed at it and in corner few Cheergirl trope girls giggled..
Ah, there it is the dreaded, Jerk Jock and bullying trope. I already feel so scared, I think I'm gonna bury hole and hide, oh~ he's gonna lock in my locker, oooh~ he's gonna dip me in the toilet...note my sarcasm here.
My memories—Peter's memories told me that this was Eugene "Flash" Thompson. Thr highschool tormentor of Peter Parker.
Flash was Midtown High's star quarterback, where his speed on the football field earned him the lifelong nickname "Flash". This gained him popularity and respect.
Flash is the current star Highschool
"Fancy seeing you worried about me." I drawled sarcastically. Flash looked visibly shocked.
"Hey, Parker you took some wrong medicine, today ?." Flash asked irritated at the fact this nerd dared to fucking talk back.
"Nah, I took yours for a change, you don't mind do you.." I said dryly. Flash looked like he was getting pissed off.
"The hell did you say, Parker !." Flash growled. Oh now he growls. Lord, tell me this not some fanfic written by some idiot author.
"Oh' no~, Flash, now you have ear impairment coupled with mental retardation, I hope you get well soon." I already feel sick saying these lame insult. I remember making some good comments when I was teenager, this wasn't how I insulted people. I need to step up on my skills. I mean this is pretty cliche and cringe.
"You think you're hot stuff, Puny Parker!." Flash roared before coming at me with punch raring to beat the living daylights out of me.
Huh, that's pretty lame. I expected him to trade a few more words, I mean atleast my old highschool bully tried giving some mean comment before getting a broken nose.
But, to tell the truth I was in truth purposely pissing him off. The reason being displayed right before me.
While this wasn't Tobey-Version, enhanced sense, I can pretty much see his moments
and even sense it how ?, I think I got an idea.
The vibrations. The microscopic hair that allows me to stick to things also has several other purpose such as enhanced detection of vibration in air.
The punch was simply brute force, and I don't need any enchantment to deal with some highschool bully, Debs would be dissapointed at me if I did.
I could already predict the moment the force and pretty much everything from his simple stance alone, and I'm forced to admit but this spider-enhancement is pretty dope.
Any martial artist would kill to get it, obviously for a Martial artist predicting your opponents moment in a fight in slow and relaxed way is a wet dream.
His left shoulder muscles was flexing through the blazer he was wearing. The left shoulder started to rise before relaxing slowly as the curled up right fist came strongly. I estimated around 180-190 psi with a punch. 195, if you wanna push it.
I side stepped, I had time before kicking lightly to the shin of his right leg as if I was giving a love tap. Instantly his curled fist broke off as his eyes watered slightly, a small scream went off.
"Arrrghh!!~Fuckin'!~." I cringed at the miserable state of Flash, despite my light kick to the right shin it seemed painful, but it was even more painful when he lost his balance, stumbling forwards before hitting his face on the teacher's desk. If how he moaned clutching his right shin and how that nose was crooked and the shifting off his nostrils told me that he had trouble breathing. I'm pretty sure that was broken nose, believe me I know.
I stood there with a dry look on my face as all those inside the class had a gaping mouth and eyes as wide as saucers. The Cheergirl troped girls looked like they would probably swallow a fly or two if they don't shit their mouth. The lackies look like I grew another head, before gulping. The nerds looking at me with shock and admiration.
As Flash Thompson groaned in pain clutching his pained nose, I tried to ignore the phantom voice of Debby cackling before saying how I always broke my bully's nose.
'Hey, atleast this time, it didn't bleed from the nos—Nevermind..." I blanched as I saw the blood. Debby's laughter returned with vengeance.
I sighed before getting closer to Flash, before helping up on his feet and walking him to the infirmary. Surprisingly, and thankfully, he didn't resist.
Great, goodjob, Parker. Way to go for your first time again as Highschooler again. .
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...Fucking Identity Crisis. Lord help me, I thought as this wannabe-jock(I mean, was that still a thing ?.) to the infirmary.
Unknown to Peter, among the class was someone who was seeing the spectacle with surprise and pride, someone that would've intervened, a certain blonde girl.