Remembering the incident the day before that was oh so coincidentally cleaned up, Jonah found himself tracking down the spider... somehow. He couldn't explain it but, he felt this sort of attraction that led him right back into the pitch black tunnel.

But thankfully, he could see just fine.

"On the bright side, I get night vision.", Jonah nervously comments as he looked at the fence. He felt a sudden stinging pain in his fingers, he looked down to see… sharp spikes, growing directly out of his fingertips.

"Ouch.", the red eyed brunette hissed as he looked at the fence, he dragged his talons along and effortlessly slicing through the metal like cutting through paper. "Beats wire cutters, if only it didn't have a constant stinging sensation.", he sarcastically remarks as he walked through the corridor that led to the same are.

Jonah smiled at the mural before looking down at the spider… or what was left of it. It looked dry, like something absorbed the moisture from it. Thought with a closer look at the creature it looked… bizarre.

The spider was red and black of course but it had glowing yellow tips on his legs that wrap around almost like a pattern, a barcode burned into its underside along with being generally thinner than any spider he knew of.

"Weird.", he mutters as he touches it, causing the corpse to crumble into dust. "What kind of shit-", he stopped.

Jonah perked up as he could hear something approaching. "Bit too heavy for one of those fat ass rats.", the red eyed young man mutters as he walks out of the hole he created. Somehow, he felt as if things were just… closer somehow, like he was looking through a telescope.

His eyes widened as he saw someone sprinting at him. "Shit!", he hissed before sprinting in the opposite direction. Jonah rubbed his eyes as he ran, his vision kept flashing between close and long ranged. "Stop that! Ow-!", he felt his now developed talons digging into his cheek as he dragged his finger off his face. "Really?!"

Jonah cartwheeled onto a wall, his eyes widened. "Holy shit, it's the Prowler."

The Prowler had a masculine shape and lean build, wearing an outfit with a primarily blue and purple color scheme. Wearing a modified vest ripped from a military flak suit, his jacket has a larger collar with a glowing interior. His hands are covered with a pair of metallic gloves with sharper fingers along with metallic boots. His primarily made of a dark purple metal with a large black screen where two sharp markings with a white dot in both of them appear where his eyes are along with having two large nodes resembling a gas mask

Jonah jumped off the wall as the Prowler lunged at him, slicing through the wall itself. "Hell nah!", he began sprinting once again, zooming through the tunnel as the Prowler narrowed his eyes at him.

He didn't know how far he ran but it didn't matter to him, going brought a different tunnel he felt relieved only for a second as the Prowler bursted through a wall with a purple explosion. Jonah front flipped out of it but found his hands stuck on the ceiling again.

The Prowler looked at him before purple energy surged around his claws. "Stop sticking!", Jonah exclaims before tearing the concrete out as he sprinted.

That's when he heard it, the sound of a train speeding through the tracks. Jonah kept running as the train rapidly approached, jumping onto the platform as the Prowler just put his back against the wall.

The train passed through, the masked man looked at the platform but couldn't see him anywhere. The white dots sharpened as he walked back.

Jonah kept running, turning a corner and jumping onto the wall of an alleyway. His ears yet again picked it up, the sound of a motorcycle speeding through the street.

He waited on edge, clamping his hand over his mouth as he saw the motorcycle with the Prowler on it speed by at blinding speeds. Jonah let out a sigh of relief…

And at that same second, he began to slip before crashing into a closed dumpster, bouncing off and landing on his stomachs. "Oh, so now I stop sticking. Fuckin spectacular."

The sound of door gently closing echoed through his apartment as he limped back to the bathroom, rubbing his side as he lifted up his shirt. Jonah sighs as he saw a deep cut leaking blood.

"Looks like he got me.", Jonah shrugs as he looked at the cut he caused himself. "Let's hope that doesn't scar."

After bandaging himself, he found himself in plaid pajamas and a white tank top. He sat on the couch and looked at the ceiling. "Okay, so I got wall crawling, claws, super sight and hearing. Could be better… I wonder."

He looked at the picture on the shelf near him. The young man thrusted his hand out. "Go web!"

Nothing.

"Uh… fly!", he did the same motion, this time with his palm further out and his hand pointing up.

Nothing again.

"Thwip!", Jonah, once again, thrusted his hand out, this time with two fingers on his palm. "Really? I get claws but I don't get the ability to shoot webs? Lame… I wonder how that feels though."

"Будь спокоен!", Jonah twitched as he heard his mother's slurred Russian words.

"Sorry ma!", the red eyed teen says a bit annoyed but shrugged it off. Before he could try anything else, he felt a burning sensation in his gums. He grabbed his mouth as he felt something growing, his tongue traced around his teeth… only to feel something sharp.

"What-?", his words coming out less coherent than they should've been. Pulling out his phone, he turned the camera to him and opened his mouth to display dangerously sharp fangs growing from his canines.

Jonah poked the tip of the sharper tooth with a surprise look. "Okay… this is gonna take some getting used to."

With sunglasses donned, Jona stilled the streets of Harlem as he usually would've. "I can miss a few days a school,I should stop at Pana Fuerte before I start checking what I can do-", his eyes widened as he saw policemen investigating said restaurant and the surrounding neighbors.

Jonah jogged over to an elderly bespectacled woman who had a slight tan. "What the hell happened? It looked like a bomb went off in there."

"Ay, I wished that was what happened.", the woman says with a sigh. "We were robbed last night, the police think it was a joint operation."

"Ah that fuckin sucks Camilla.", Jonah says with a sigh. "Hope those assholes get caught."

"Ay, cuida tu lenguaje!", she explains in Spanish, Jonah playfully smirked before walking off.

It didn't take Jonah long to find a gap between two buildings, though it took slightly longer to find one that had a dead end. "Alright…", he took a deep breath and looked around.

Jonah would look at his hands as he placed his left onto the wall, sticking it on. Then the right, then moving the left further up, slowly but surly crawling along the wall like a spider. A childish smile formed on his face as he hoisted himself onto the roof of the building.

"Okay… yeah!", Jonah looked at the building ahead before sprinting. The moment he planted his feet onto the ledge he stopped and backed away. "Okay… okay.", he started hopping a little bit while giving himself one hard slap to the face.

"Alright, alright, you got this.", Jonah whispers to himself before mustering up the courage and sprinting ahead once again. This time jumping high into the air and successfully landing on the building.

"Huh…", Jonah smirked as he ran again, jumping into the air and performing a mid air backflip before landing on his feet onto another building.

Then he heard it, the crackling of a burning fire, wood being destroyed and fire trucks blaring their alarms. Jonah pulled himself into the roof again to see smoke spilling into the air. "Doesn't look that far…"

"Eh, not my problem…", the red eyed young man states lackadaisically.

The fires roared violently as they consumed what was left of the building and what was left inside of it. "Let me through!", a blond haired woman pushed a fire fighter as he kept blocking her. "Please! My sons still in there!"

"We're doing everything we can ma'am, we'll send in someone right-!", the firefighter stopped in his tracks as something landed in behind him. The woman looked confused too as a masculine figure with a black hoodie with its hood up.

He turned to them with what looked like a bandana and sunglasses on his face obscuring his identity. "What floor?"

The woman immediately understood what he meant. "Th-third floor!"

And suddenly, the crowds eyes widened as the young man began climbing the building with nothing but his fingers. "What the hell am I doing?!", Jonah asked himself internally as he pulled himself onto the balcony of the third floor. "This isn't none of my fucking business! Why the hell am I even here?!"

Jonah heard the sobs of a little boy, he broke through the wall with his immense strength and looked at the closed curtain of the shower. Pulling it open and lifting up the small boy that was in there. "I got you!"

The masked young man looked behind him, the way he came through had collapsed. "Fuck!", Jonah cursed aloud as he sprinted through the door and out into the hallway. He looked at the flight of stairs leading down only to see that has also been enveloped in flames. "There goes that option."

Jonah could feel himself getting light headed, but he pressed on. Going up the stairs and onto the next floor. "There has to be a way out of here!", the young boy pressed his face up against Jonah's chest.

"Upstairs is probably already engulfed in fire still, not only that but the third floor is fucked.", Jonah told himself before looking at a door down the hall. He quickly covered the child as he bent down, the roof falling into him and trapping him. "And that answers that."

As he was trapped, Jonah began to question himself. Why was he there? Why couldn't he let the professionals handle this? His train of thought was interrupted by the child sobs, Jonah shook the doubts from his head before planting his feet as firm as he could manage.

He let go of the child and placed his hands on what trapped him, feeling more rubble piling onto the mound. Gritting his teeth together he began to lift it, wood cracked and fell off as he stumbled for a brief moment only to just lift it over his head and toss it to the stairs.

"We gotta go!", Jonah exclaimed as he picked up the child once more and sprinted the rest of the way down the hallway. Bursting through a locked door and kicking his way through glass, he turned back only to see the fires approaching him. "Shit.",

With a second to spare, Jonah jumped off the balcony, flipping around so his back can face the ground while the young boy's landing wasn't nearly as life ending.

"Well, this isn't that bad of a way to die actually.", a soft smile curved its way onto Jonah's mouth under his mask shift mask. Before his back hit against something soft, he had landed on a mat that was lifted up by several men.

The crowd cheered and clapped. "Mama!", the young boy sprung up and tackled his lot her into a hug.

In tears, she hugged her son back. "Thank god! I was so worried!", mascara ran down her face as she looked at the masked man that was Jonah, who pulled himself off of the mat. "Thank you! I don't know how I could ever repay you!"

Jonah felt the urge to ask for money, but resisted by saying nothing and leaping onto the building across the street. Running up and vanishing quickly after.

The now mutated human tore off the bandana and ripped off his hoodie with his claws. "Why did I do that? I really did not need to do it, I genuinely could've been fine if I didn't do anything.", Jonah smacked himself on the back of the head.

"I could've been seen, nah, actually I WAS seen. I fuckin saw someone with their phone out recording…", Jonah rubbed his face, but then he began to ponder. His makeshift mask actually managed to stick onto his face, much like how his own hands can stick to a wall.

"Good to know.", that's when Jonah felt a buzzing in his pocket, he reached in and answered his phone without looking. "привет?"

["Aye man, just checkin up on you."]

"bro I sent you a text."

["No you didn't."]

"Yes. I did, just check the chat."

["Nah I swear to god you didn't."]

"I'll hold you to that.", Jonah went to the text and turned out, he didn't. "Okay I may or may not have forgotten to do that."

["HAH! FUCK YOU!"]

"Say, weird question.", Jonah casually says as he began walking down a wall. "If you suddenly got powers, what would be your first instinct? Besides checking out what you can do."

["why do you need to know?", Jonah cocked an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks, Hobie sounded… concerned.

"Humor me."

["Eh not sure honestly. I'd actually probably sign up for a wrestling gig. Imagine the fuckin money I can get from that!"]

"Wouldn't you need one of those gay ass outfits for that?"

["Wow. I truly cannot believe you would ever use that word like that.. but yes- shit. I gotta bounce, talk to you later man."]

"Yeah see-", Jonah stopped as Hobie had hung up on him before he could finish. "So he's invested into wrestling, that's new.", he shrugs before flipping off and onto the ground and simply walking away. "I should really get ready for work... however."

"Doctor Octavius.. sorry-, I mean Liv.", a short haired woman in a lab coat approached Olivia Octavius in her office. "I need you to see something."

"If it's that one of me in college, it's fabricated.

The woman looked at the other scientist with confusion and a moderate amount of concern. "I wasn't gonna ask that but okay. I need you to see this.", she pulled out her phone and handed it to her. "Watch."

Olivia shrugged before looking at the video… a video of a man crawling up the wall like a spider would she continued to watch it only to see the young man drop out of a building with a child and leap away. "Hmm…"

"Me and Doctor Ohm believe it has some relation to the missing spider.", she pauses as she was given her phone back. "But… could it be possible?"

"Of course it is.", Olivia says with a confident smile. "There's a small percentage that when bitten by one of our genetically altered creatures, or any bodily fluid is mixed in with another through an open wound, their body would undergo a wide metamorphosis and mutate accordingly."

"I see-"

"With that in mind, we'll continue our work with Mr. Fisk. I trust that you won't make a fool out of yourself, Ms. Moon.", Olivia says with an almost sinister expression in her face, something that sent a chill down the other woman's spine. "In the meantime, I can't wait to see what this new... Spider Man can do, and I can't wait to dissect him."

/End/