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Peter didn't know how long he's been running across the streets of Queens, only that he knew he just had to get away from it all, as he was still scared of the changes he had experienced back at the school cafeteria and that fight with Flash.

Stumbling upon an alleyway, Peter ran towards it and stood his back against the wall, giving himself a moment to process what was happening to him.

Peter rolled back his right sleeve to see that same strange white pattern still on his wrist before turning his arm around to see a small pinkish bump on his hand. After a moment of thought, he looked up and saw a spider slowly crawling around its web that was weaved inside a bar wire.

As if the thought just hit him all at once, Peter came to a realization all this strangeness he had been experience since he woke up were from a spider bite he got during the school field trip yesterday.

Feeling something sticking out from his fingers, he looked down to see that they were growing sharp hairs.

Thinking what he could possibly do, Peter turned towards the wall he was leaning against and looked straight up, placing his first hand on the wall and then his other hand. Slowly in full glee of what's happening, he started scaling himself up the wall, climbing away from the street floor of the alleyway.

As he stopped midway up the wall, Peter's expression started to go from full glee to overblown excitement when he realized how far high he reached from the ground. He then yelled out in full happy exhilaration when he leaped to the top, shouting a loud yahoo as he was jumping across the rooftops.

Meanwhile, Mary Jane and Gwen were chasing after Peter out of the school, only to somehow lose him among the crowd and was nowhere to be seen, much to their worry.

"Do you know where he ran off to?" MJ asked, as she was searching around the streets.

"No idea," Gwen exhaled, almost feeling out of breath from all the running. "I don't know how we managed to lose him," She couldn't even recall the last time Peter was a good runner, because to her knowledge, he never was one.

Weirdly enough, MJ didn't seem like she was out of breath neither.

As they continued into the busy streets of Queens, MJ clasped her head when she felt that weird tinkling feeling again, making her winced a bit.

Gwen noticed the redhead looked in distress. "Hey, you okay?"

MJ nodded to hopefully ease the blonde's worries. "Yeah, I'm fine. Been getting this strange headache since this morning," Then somehow, she felt it directing her towards an alleyway that was just a few streets away. "Maybe he's over that way."

Gwen, despite not having any idea how MJ could've know that, trailed behind her anyway, as she started to feel more worried for her best friend by the minute.

When they made it to the alleyway, they tried to check around the dark areas inside, only to be disappointed to see it was completely empty.

"Maybe it's best we get back to Midtown," Gwen suggested. "I don't think we can find Peter out here."

Knowing the blonde was right, as there's nothing more they could do at this point, MJ reluctantly conceded. All they could do was just hope Peter would get home safely and reach out to them.

Before MJ walked out of the alleyway, she took a glance and looked up the walls, as if she got that tinkling feeling telling her something's or maybe someone's there. But she tried to shook that feeling aside, as there was clearly nothing there... right?

As they heading back to Midtown, Gwen sighed angrily as she rubbed her blonde hair in frustration. "Peter Parker, when I get my hands on you..." She grumbled to herself.

After several exciting jumps from rooftop to rooftop, Peter finally landed and stopped near the ledge as he saw a large gap between the building he was standing on and the large billboard across the streets below.

Rolling back his sleeve again, Peter thought he could try use his web abilities again. He thrusted his right hand out in the air.

"Go, web!"

He thrusted his hand again.

"Fly!"

And again.

"Up, up and away, web!"

And again.

"Shazam!"

And thrusted as much as he needed to while making different weird gestures.

"Go! Go! Go, web, go!"

Peter sighed in disappointment at the fact he couldn't make his webs again, but then, when he made a rock-on gesture with his fingers, webs started shooting out of his wrist again.

Realizing how his webs worked now, Peter tried aiming for the crane, but overshot it. After another missed shot, he tried aiming again, this time lowering his arm a bit to steady it. Now, it managed to stick this time, forming a long thin strand of white rope between himself and the crane.

Stepping near the edge of the building, Peter closed his eyes, bracing himself for the biggest jump he'd ever experienced. "Tally Ho."

The moment he stepped off the ledge, Peter started to scream out loud as he was swinging across the street in midair, even though the people below somehow remained oblivious to the commotion that's happening above them.

Upon landing on the another rooftop, Peter started to panic as he couldn't stop himself from grinding his shoes against the gravelled floor until he finally faceplanted against the billboard. He relinquished his web when he fell unconscious from the impact.

Since Peter woken up from that embarrassing impact, it was already getting close to dark. After a few hours of running, he finally made it home. Peter walked into the house, only to see that no one's around.

They're probably gone to sleep upstairs already. Peter thought.

As he was walking through the living room, Peter saw his grey hoodie, his backpack filled with his school books resting comfortably on the family couch. He realized he'd forgotten about his belongings when he ran out of the school. When Peter noticed something taped to the top of his backpack, he took a closer look. It was a small note with a familiar looking handwriting.

It was Gwen's.

We need to talk -G

After thinking about owing the blonde an apology tomorrow, Peter walked into the kitchen, seeing that the walls were already painted as the trays and rollers were left idling on the side. He looked down in shame for not being there for his uncle and aunt when he said he supposed to. He then noticed another note on the kitchen sink.

Michelangelo! Meatloaf and veggies in the oven.

Peter sighed, feeling more disappointed with himself. He resigned to just cleaning what's left of the kitchen as a self-punishment.

Meanwhile next door in the Watson Residence, Mary Jane and Madeline were in the kitchen, cleaning the plates after finishing tonight's dinner together.

"Ouch," Madeline winced. "Just like that? Just one punch?"

"Yeah, everyone at school still couldn't believe it," MJ lifted her washed hand out of the sink and swung it across to reiterate her story. "One shot. Bam!"

Madeline nodded. "And what about Peter? What happened to him after the fight?"

"He ran out of the school after the fight," MJ sighed. "Just by the look on his face, I think even he had no idea what happened."

"He's probably scared of his newfound changes," Madeline assumed.

After hearing that, MJ started to feel a little guilt inside, realizing that Peter probably felt horrible about himself when she looked at him with a horrified expression. While what Peter did to Flash was wrong, she knew he's never the kind of person who would provoke a confrontation. She hoped she could give an apology when she gets a chance.

Suddenly, MJ got that strange tinkling again. When she tried to shake off that weird feeling, MJ caught a glimpse of Peter outside of her kitchen window, seeing him in his backyard with a trash bag in hand.

MJ quickly finished up cleaning what she had and grabbed her jacket from the dinner chair. "I'll be heading out. Flash said he'll be coming by to pick me up in his new car."

"Alright, MJ. But I want you home before your curfew. I know Flash's your boyfriend. I just want you to be careful around that boy, okay?" Madeline said, still not liking the boy her deserted husband, Phillip, forcibly hooked her up with since MJ enrolled in Midtown High.

"I'll be fine, Mom," MJ reassured her mother. She then walked out of the kitchen and made her way to her backyard, where she saw Peter just closing up the trash bin. "Hey," She called out to him.

"Oh, hey," Peter turned his attention to her. "How long you've been standing there?"

"Just now," MJ answered. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yes, I'm doing fine, actually," Peter replied with a nod.

MJ smiled a little, feeling glad he was doing fine, even after everything that happened. "Look, um, I feel like I should apologized for allowing Flash -"

"No, I'm the one who should be apologizing," Peter tried to wave it off dismissively, thinking it's his own fault for getting himself into that mess in the first place. "What happened today, the school with Flash. That's all on me."

Thinking she shouldn't try make him feel like he needs to pin more of the blame on himself, MJ gave a tiny acknowledged nod.

"How is he, by the way,?" Peter asked. "Is Flash okay?"

"He's just happy you didn't give him a black eye for the graduation," MJ said.

Peter nodded as he let out a relieving sigh.

"So, what are you gotta do when you graduate?" MJ asked.

"Well, uh, I want to move into the city, and hopefully... get a job as a photographer and maybe even get a teaching position, work my way through college," Peter gave his thoughts about his future plans. "What about you?"

"I want to move into the city, too. I can't wait to get outta here. I wanna... " MJ trailed off, thinking it's just a childish dream.

"What?" Peter tilted his head in curiosity. "Oh, c'mon, try me."

"I wanna... act... on stage," MJ said nervously.

Peter's eyes widened. "Really?"

MJ nodded a little, still worried he would think it's a stupid dream, but what she heard next wasn't what she expected.

"Well, that's perfect. You're awesome in all the school plays," Peter said enthusiastically.

MJ's eyes lit up in surprise with a small smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I cried like a baby when you played Cinderella," Peter said, letting out a big grin upon the recollection of the memory.

MJ's smiled dropped a little. "Peter, that was 1st grade."

"Well... even so. Sometimes... you know people. You can just see what's coming," Peter said.

MJ smiled a bit more. "What do you see coming for you?

"I don't know," Peter admitted with a shrug. "Whatever it is, it's something I never felt before."

"And what for me?" MJ wondered.

"For you?" Peter looked at MJ in the eye. "You're gonna light up Broadway,"

Although she didn't seem to notice her own movements, MJ started leaning close to the fence, feeling something drawing her into Peter's presence. "You know, you're taller than you look."

"I hunch," Peter blurted out in a whisper voice, also slowly leaning forward.

MJ gave a little wink with a cute smile. "Don't."

Before the two could lean any closer, even though they didn't seem to realize it, a car horn from the front of their homes broke their train of thought. They quickly distanced themselves when they became aware of their awkward position and turned to see Flash and his brand new nice car.

"Hey, MJ!" Flash exclaimed. "Come take a ride in my new birthday present. Come on."

MJ took one more look at Peter. "I gotta go."

Peter gave a little departing wave. "Bye,"

MJ ran hastily to Flash, adoring his brand-new car. "Oh, my God, it's gorgeous!"

"Yeah, right," Flash smiled with pride.

"Look at it!" MJ expressed in awe.

Flash opened his car's passenger door. "Hop in."

"Oh my God," MJ exclaimed again. "What a cool car!"

"Pretty tight, huh? Wait till you hear the sound system," Flash jumped excitedly into the driver seat. "Hey, don't scratch the leather."

Peter saw them drove off into the night as he heard them letting out a loud wahoo in the distance. "Cool car."

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A/N: Just so close, yet so far, Peter. Their powers already got them to act up with each other without a shred of realization. I know cliché and cruel, but I intend this to be a slow burn, somewhat like the original trilogy.

On an unrelated side note, just to let you readers know that, as of right now, I'm also planning to do more fanfics to put out, which could be the future of this universe or another off-universe. So, I won't be able to make a consistent release with the chapters, but I'll try my best to get them out.

Anyway, any constructive criticisms and comments would be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

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