The drive back with Uncle Ben was marked by silence, the passing scenery a backdrop to Peter's thoughts. He felt the urge to tell Ben about his newfound strength and agility, and how he seemed to be able to react so swiftly, but he decided it wasn't the right moment.
Upon arriving home, Peter spotted Wanda sitting on her porch. "Hey, Peter," she greeted as she walked over to them.
"Sorry, Wanda, but Peter can't really talk right now. You know why," Ben explained to her.
Wanda's expression showed understanding, "No worries," she said, before turning to Peter and whispering, "Hopefully, they'll go easy on you,"
Upon entering his house, Peter was confronted by Aunt May, who stood in front of him with a stern expression. "Peter Benjamin Parker, how could you get into a fight? I should ground you for a hundred days!" May's voice carried a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
"Now, May, he didn't start the fight, he just defended himself," Ben intervened, attempting to mediate the situation.
"Not now, Ben!" May retorted firmly. "Peter, you will apologize to Eugene Thompson tomorrow, and I swear, if you don't, there will be consequences."
Peter was taken aback, never before witnessing May so visibly upset. "May, it wasn't my fault!" he protested.
"Peter, why would you get into a fight with Flash? You're not strong enough to take him on. You're quirkless, too weak. He could have killed you!" May's words rushed out hastily, and a shadow of regret crossed her face as she realized the impact of her words. She saw the hurt in Peter's eyes. "Peter, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry!" she quickly corrected herself, but Peter remained silent. In response, he abruptly dashed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. "Wait, Peter, please!" May's plea echoed after him.
Ben followed Peter outside, only to find no trace of him. He turned to his side and noticed Wanda. "Wanda, did you see which way Peter went?" he asked urgently.
"Oh, I know. I'll go find him. Don't worry," Wanda replied with determination before sprinting off in the direction she had seen Peter go.
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Peter had no clue how long he had been running. It felt like hours, yet his stamina hadn't diminished. Eventually, he found himself in an alleyway. Collapsing against the wall, he sank to the ground, clutching his knees as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Why do they think I'm too weak? I give it my all, but they still doubt me," he muttered to himself, voice trembling with emotion. "Maybe I'm just not meant to be a hero."
But then something unusual occurred. A white, rope-like substance began to emerge from his wrists. Peter gingerly picked it up, feeling its sticky yet silky texture. "This... came from my wrists?" he mumbled in disbelief. Excitement tinged his voice as he repeated the action, more of the web-like material emerging, "This came from my wrists!". He started experimenting, creating a makeshift spider's web. However, his elation was short-lived; he soon noticed the web taking on a reddish hue, and his wrists began to bleed. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he muttered to himself, "Ouch, that's starting to hurt."
As Peter sat there, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and emotion, he realized something odd while feeling his wrists. His fingers felt different—strange and sharper, almost like sandpaper. Intrigued, he curiously reached out and pressed his hand against the rough surface of the nearby alley wall. However, when he attempted to pull his hand away, a shock of surprise coursed through him. His hand was stuck, adhered to the wall as if glued in place.
His heart raced with a mixture of astonishment and anxiety. He struggled, desperately trying to free his hand from the wall's grip. After a moment of tugging, his hand finally came loose. He stared at it in bewilderment, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. This was impossible, right?
Driven by a mixture of confusion and curiosity, Peter placed his hand against the wall again, this time a little higher. Bracing himself, he decided to experiment further. He shifted his weight, pressing his feet against the wall as well. To his shock, his feet didn't slide down the way they should have—they stuck, just like his hands.
A surge of realization washed over him as he slowly began to lift himself off the ground. He was climbing the wall. He was sticking to it. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he continued to ascend, his mind alternating between disbelief and exhilaration. As he neared the midway point of the building, he couldn't contain his excitement any longer.
"I HAVE A QUIRK!" he shouted into the open air, his voice ringing out with a mixture of disbelief and triumph. The sensation of climbing, of defying gravity, was electrifying. But Peter didn't stop there; his determination pushed him to keep going. He scaled the wall with newfound confidence, each hand and foot placement surer than the last.
At last, he reached the top of the building, breathless and exhilarated. His heart raced as he looked out at the cityscape below him. The wind ruffled his hair as he stood on the rooftop, feeling a sense of freedom and empowerment he had never known before. Peter's mind raced with the implications of his newfound ability.
Amidst the dizzying rush of his newfound abilities, Peter's attention was suddenly yanked toward a scene of chaos. A woman was in distress, surrounded by a group of menacing individuals who were attempting to snatch her bag. Instinct and newfound courage collided within Peter, urging him to act. He assessed the situation swiftly, his senses honing in on the urgency of the moment.
With determination coursing through him, Peter stood ready. His fingers pressed down on the palms of his hands. The webbing shot out, connecting firmly with a taller building across the street. Testing the strength, he gauged the distance and then launched himself into action. The cityscape blurred as he swung like a pendulum, his exhilarating whoop filling the air.
As Peter's momentum reached its peak, he released his grip on the web and let another strand fly. The rush of wind in his ears, the breathtaking sensation of freedom—it was a heady cocktail that flooded his senses. He repeated the process, skillfully navigating through the urban labyrinth. The woman and her assailants were drawing nearer, so Peter changed tactics.
Clinging to a nearby wall, he climbed vertically, making his way closer to the scene. Adrenaline pulsed through him, masking the pain in his wrists that were now bleeding. Unbeknownst to him, his fervent determination was leaving behind telltale streaks of crimson on the surfaces he touched.
With careful stealth, Peter circled around, positioning himself behind the group. As he reached a vantage point, he assessed the situation anew. He knew he had to act swiftly and decisively.
Peter pulled his hood over his face to keep his face concealed. His heart pounded as he launched himself off the wall, he moved with surprising grace and speed, landing behind the unsuspecting group.
In a blur of motion, he gracefully vaulted over the group, snatching the purse mid-action and returning it to its rightful owner. "Run!" Peter urged the woman urgently, his voice firm and determined.
A surge of adrenaline-fueled his resolve as he faced down the assailants. "All right ya bum it's clobberin time!" His words rang out, carrying a defiant tone that matched his resolute stance. The anticipation in the air crackled like electricity.
"Wait, doesn't that sound like the things catch..." one of the muggers began to say, only to be abruptly cut off.
Undeterred, Peter sprang into action. His agility was on full display as he moved with fluidity and purpose. "Take this, you pest!" One of the assailants snarled, his hands conjuring an energy burst that shot towards Peter.
Reacting Peter leaped soaring above the oncoming energy blast. Time seemed to slow as he twisted and turned in mid-air, narrowly evading the dangerous projectile. The air crackled with the residual energy as the blast sailed harmlessly beneath him.
The thrill of the evasion coursed through Peter's veins, the sensation almost surreal. He landed gracefully, his feet barely making a sound against the pavement. As he faced down his adversaries, his focus was unbreakable.
His heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and determination. The tension in the alleyway was palpable as the muggers regrouped, their faces etched with a mixture of shock and frustration.
"Hey, I'm out of here!" one of the muggers declared, his voice tinged with panic, before turning and darting away.
"Get back here!" the mugger who had unleashed the energy blast shouted, frustration making his words sharp.
With an unwavering resolve, Peter watched as one of them retreated, focusing his attention on the remaining two. His confidence grew, fueled by the newfound strength coursing through his veins. "Three against one? Piece of cake," Peter muttered to himself, a determined grin stretching across his face. The weight of his powers settled comfortably upon his shoulders.
Without hesitation, he lunged towards the mugger who had fired the energy attack. Swift and agile, Peter closed the distance in the blink of an eye. His fist shot forward, fueled by a surge of energy, and connected with a resounding thud against the assailant's chest. The impact sent shockwaves through both combatants, propelling the mugger backwards. The force of the blow collided with a brick wall, resulting in a deafening crash as the mugger crumpled to the ground, dazed and defeated.
The alleyway seemed to shrink in the wake of the altercation, the once-confident muggers now reduced to a whimper.
The atmosphere in the alley shifted abruptly as the two remaining muggers quickly changed their tune. Their voices trembled with fear as they pleaded for mercy. "Hey, man, I give up! We're sorry!" they stammered, their earlier bravado now replaced with a palpable sense of defeat.
Peter's gaze remained unyielding, hidden behind his pulled-up hood, as he observed them closely. He had no intention of underestimating anyone, even if they seemed to surrender. With a calculated move, he raised his wrists, sending forth a pair of web strands that skillfully snaked around the muggers' outstretched hands. The sticky substance adhered to their skin, effectively immobilizing them and ensuring they wouldn't escape.
With a confident leap, Peter propelled himself upwards, attaching his feet to the vertical surface of the nearest building. Using his quirk, he scaled the wall effortlessly, his movements fluid and assured. As he ascended, the rhythm of his actions seemed almost choreographed, a dance of strength and agility.
Once he reached a vantage point high above the alley, Peter paused to catch his breath. The urban landscape sprawled out below him, a labyrinth of interconnected structures. The buildings seemed to whisper secrets of the city, each brick a testament to its history. The closeness of the structures caught his attention, and an idea formed in his mind.
With his heart pounding with excitement, Peter took a deep breath and resumed his run, his footsteps propelling him along the rooftop's edge. His enhanced reflexes and newfound strength granted him the audacity to bridge the gaps between buildings that had once seemed insurmountable. The wind rushed past him, carrying a sense of liberation as he soared above the voids.
As the distance to his original perch grew shorter, Peter focused on the final leap. Building up his momentum, he sprinted towards the edge with unwavering determination. The space seemed to shrink before him as he hurled himself across the gap, his body taut with anticipation. The exhilarating sensation of flight washed over him, a momentary liberation from gravity's grip.
With a triumphant landing, Peter's feet connected solidly with the surface of the building. He had accomplished it flawlessly.
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"Peter!" Wanda's voice echoed through the bustling streets, carrying a note of concern that matched the furrow on her brow. She had been traversing the labyrinthine paths of the city for the past hour and a half, her eyes scanning every face, every corner, in search of her friend. The sense of unease had grown with each passing minute, the worry tightening its grip on her heart.
As she continued to weave through the vibrant urban tapestry, her footsteps seemed to carry a sense of urgency. The city's rhythm surrounded her, a symphony of chatter, footsteps, and distant sirens, but her focus remained unswervingly on her mission: finding Peter.
The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and Wanda's determination remained unyielding. The city's vibrant energy was juxtaposed against her growing unease, her concern amplifying with each fruitless step. She quickened her pace, her gaze darting from face to face, hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar features she sought.
Amid her relentless search, Wanda's path intersected with that of a police officer, a guardian of order in the midst of the urban chaos. She approached him with a blend of hope and uncertainty, her voice gentle but tinged with worry. "Excuse me," she began, her eyes earnest as she showed him a picture of Peter, "I'm looking for my friend, his name is Peter. Have you seen him?"
The officer's gaze met the photograph, and his expression shifted from professional detachment to empathy. He examined the image, his brow furrowing as he concentrated on the features depicted. His role demanded a keen eye for details, and he spared no effort in aiding Wanda's search.
He glanced up from the picture, his eyes locking onto Wanda's, a flicker of recognition igniting in his gaze. "I think I saw him," he replied, his voice carrying a reassuring tone. "He was heading for downtown not too long ago." He pointed down the street, offering her a lead that she eagerly embraced.
"Thank you," Wanda said gratefully, her heart surging with a renewed sense of purpose. The officer's words were like a lifeline, offering a beacon of hope amid the shadows of uncertainty. She hastened her steps, the distance between her and Peter feeling like both a chasm and a whisper away.
As she strolled along the bustling street, Wanda's senses remained attuned to every sound and movement around her. Amid the city's symphony of life, a familiar voice cut through the ambient noise, calling her name with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine. She turned swiftly to the side, her eyes widening as she spotted Peter sprinting towards her, his voice carrying a mix of relief and excitement.
"Wanda!" Peter's voice carried a sense of urgency as he closed the distance between them, his steps quickened by a blend of concern and determination.
The sight of Peter's approach brought a rush of emotions for Wanda. Relief flooded her as she witnessed his return, but the sight of his wrists, marked by ominous red, disrupted her initial joy. Without hesitation, her instincts kicked in, and she reached for his wrists, her touch gentle yet urgent.
"Oh my God, Peter, where have you been..." Her voice trailed off as she focused on the visible wounds on his wrists, her concern deepening. She pressed her palms against the bleeding areas, her touch both firm and delicate as she applied pressure to staunch the bleeding.
The pressure caused Peter to wince, his voice betraying his discomfort. "Ouch," he exclaimed, his attempt at a protest intermingled with the sensation of pain. "Just... hold on," he managed to say, his voice catching as he wiped away the blood that marred his wrists. His actions revealed a set of circular scars, a testament to the ordeal he had evidently experienced.
Wanda's eyes remained fixed on those scars, a mixture of worry and confusion clouding her expression. "Peter, how did this happen?" Her words trembled with a mixture of genuine concern and a desire to understand the circumstances behind his injury.
As a whirlwind of thoughts raced through Peter's mind, he realized he needed an explanation, a justification that could alleviate Wanda's concerns without revealing the truth. "Uh, it must have been from the fight with Flash," he replied, the words flowing with practised ease, masking the turmoil he felt inside.
Wanda regarded Peter with a hint of puzzlement in her eyes. "I know that's not the truth but…," she began, her voice filled with concern. Without any more words, she enveloped him in a warm, comforting hug. "I've missed you," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with genuine worry. "I'm just relieved to be back now, so I can be here with you and make sure you're okay."
Peter couldn't help but smile, the warmth of Wanda's hug and her words easing some of his own worries. "I've missed you too, Wanda," he replied, his voice reflecting the sincerity of his words. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the hug, his gaze fixed on her. "Let's head back home. I'm sure Aunt May and Uncle Ben are worried sick."
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Dr. Connors sat pensively at his desk, his gaze fixed on a photograph. After a moment of reflection, he turned the image face-down. "I hope you can forgive me, Richard," he whispered, a sombre expression on his face. "I promised, but I can't let them take your spiders."
Rising from his chair, Dr. Connors approached a secure safe. He carefully opened it, revealing a small, green vial labelled with the word "lizard" and a genome symbol.
Silently, he assembled a needle, his hands moving with practised precision. "Forgive me, Richard. I truly am sorry," he muttered.
In a swift, decisive motion, the needle pierced his skin, and the contents of the vial flowed into his veins. Almost immediately, a surge of intense emotion overcame him. Dr. Connors, now in a state of distress, swept everything off his desk with a sudden burst of anger. A guttural scream echoed through the room as he clutched his right arm, watching as it began to regenerate before his eyes.
THATS ALL FOR NOW I TOOK A BREAK BUT I WANT TO BE BACK I'M TRYING TO FIND TIME BETWEEN STUFF SO I HOPE PEOPLE CAN STILL ENJOY WHAT I TRY TO MAKE NOW ONTO SOME REVIEWS!
Well, I think that instead of taking notes related to the heroes, taking photos as a future photographer would have gone better, but at least they are being more true to what Peter Parker is, by the way now that Harry Osborn and Mary Jane have appeared, characters like Liz and Mark Allan (or Toomes) could also appear with fire-related powers like Firestar and Molten Man, Felicia Hardy (Black Cat), and perhaps other Marvel characters like Kitty Pryde, Bobbie (Iceman), Kamala Khan (Ms. Marvel), etc. participating in a future chapter after Peter has his powers, by the way, will we see a crossover between this universe with My Hero Academy in the future?
THIS QUESTION IS REALLY GOOD I WANT TO ADD MOST OF THESE PEOPLE ESPECIALLY KITTY PRYDE! AND IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO IT'LL BE A CHAPTER FOR A SUPPORTING CHARACTER WHICH BRINGS ME ONTO SOMETHING…
WITH THAT CHAPTER WOULD PEOPLE LIKE TO SEE ONE ABOUT UNCLE BEN'S TIME IN THE MILITARY OR ONE FOCUSING ON SOME OF THE HEROES OR I COULD DO BOTH!
ANYWAY EVERYONE HAVE A NICE NIGHT OR DAY THANKS FOR READING