Harry Osborn awoke with a start. His head moved from side to side as if he was still experiencing the remnants of his memory. He paused, his body trembling as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He could feel his heart pounding fiercely against his ribcage, as if he was still in danger, even though he gradually realized he was no longer in peril.

Fresh adrenaline coursed through Harry's veins, making him eager and alert for an event that had already occurred. Not only did the adrenaline motivate his body to be vigilant, but it also heightened his other senses. After a few minutes he was fully cognizant that he was no longer experiencing the apprehension of imminent physical danger. Harry closed his eyes and attempted to calm his body, withdrawing himself from the recollection of the previous incident.

Harry blinked in bewilderment, as he recollected his childhood memories. During his early years, Harry used to experience somnambulism, commonly known as sleepwalking. The first incident occurred when he was just five years old. Harry's father woke up in the middle of the night to find him walking back and forth down the hall. The episode lasted for about five minutes before Harry eventually went back to bed.

It happened again the following night, and the night after that. Sometimes, it even occurred during his classes, causing him great embarrassment. Despite the inconvenience, Harry's father handled the situation with utmost care and concern, ensuring that he was safe and secure at all times. But once he turned thirteen, those days were over.

Or at least, he thought they were over.

Harry blinked once more to adjust his vision. It took a considerable amount of time for his inertia to completely dissipate, allowing him to realize the peculiar position he was in. He found himself in an unusual situation, not under the comforting covers of his bed, but rather high above it. He turned his head from side to side, discovering that both his hands and feet were adhering to the ceiling.

Harry's eyes widened and his muscles tensed.

He was sticking to the ceiling.

Harry let out a loud scream, filled with both terror and surprise. As if prompted by some subconscious command from his mind, his hands and feet released their grip from the ceiling, causing him to fall onto his bed. He sat upright and gazed at his hands with a wild expression. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm himself. Thoughts began to appear in overdrive.

What the hell? Am I still dreaming? How was I sticking to the ceiling just now? How did I do that? Did I really do that or am I still sleeping?

Harry experienced a tingling sensation that traveled from his hollow skull to his spine. A second tingle followed, resembling the feeling of electricity coursing down his spine. It was as if an injection of electricity had been administered throughout his body. Consequently, he shuddered, as goose bumps emerged, resembling the sensation of numerous tiny ants ascending his physique.

Harry redirected his gaze towards the source of the buzzing sensation, which led him to fix his eyes upon the bedroom door. The door swung open, and both his father and a maid entered the room, their countenances filled with concern. Harry's father knelt down and gazed at Harry with an expression of deep worry.

"Harry, are you alright?" Norman asked, his tone laced with worry. "What happened?"

Harry blinked rapidly; did… did he somehow knew he was coming? But there's no way. He couldn't have known. So then why did that weird tingle kept buzzing his head?

"Son?"

Harry shook his head. His mind returned back to reality.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I had a nightmare is all." Harry stuttered with reassurance, getting back to his feet.

"A nightmare?" Norman repeated. "I see. Are they the same ones you had before?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

Norman adjusted his tie. "Well, as long as you're alright."

Norman turned away and exited the room. The maid trailed after her boss, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he exited his bedroom and started towards the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he flipped a switch and the lights illuminated the room, making everything look sharper and brighter than it really was.

Harry extended his arm and rotated the faucet handle to the highest degree of warmth. He commenced the act of cleansing his countenance. After eradicating the grime from his own cheeks and chin, Harry proceeded to rinse his oral cavity.

He displayed a slight frown as his nostrils detected an unpleasant scent emanating from his person. Raising his arm, he cautiously sniffed at the sleeve of his sweatshirt, only to recoil immediately with a visible cringe. A look of disgust contorted his face as he dropped his arm to his side. The malodorous sweat clinging uncomfortably to his body left an offensive odor in its wake. Undoubtedly, his shirt must have emitted a repugnant stench. It is imperative that he takes a shower.

Lowering his hands to grasp the hem of his shirt, he deftly removed it by pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it across the doorway of the bathroom. However, before he could proceed to remove his pants, his hands abruptly halted mid-reach as he noticed something peculiar in his reflection.

"Woah," he exhaled softly, carefully observing the intricate details of the new image that confronted him.

To the best of Harry's knowledge, he had always possessed a slender physique, devoid of any notable muscularity. However, he was acutely aware of his relatively diminutive stature; anyone passing by would undoubtedly take notice of this fact. Yet, instead of encountering the familiar sight of his usual slender build, he was confronted by an individual who stood rather tall in comparison.

His arms appeared robust, yet not excessively brawny. Harry delicately traced his finger along the firm contour of one of his arms, his mouth slightly agape in awe of the spectacle before him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, as he suddenly became acutely conscious of his own physicality.

Harry lifted his right bicep up and flexed. The veins that were threaded through his biceps pulsed as he flexed. Another chuckle escaped his lips; he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

"Where did all of this come from?" Asked Harry under his breath.

After a brief interlude in the shower, Hary proceeded to search through his wardrobe and made the decision to don a short sleeve lime t-shirt, accompanied by blue jeans. Following this, he slipped his feet into his shoes and conscientiously checked his appearance once more in the mirror. When satisfied, he exited his bedroom and headed downstairs.

After a few minutes, he concluded his breakfast. He proceeded towards the main door and descended the stairs. Upon reaching the sidewalk, Harry briefly surveyed the crowd of passersby. He observed two children engaged in lively conversation on the opposite side of the sidewalk, while a family of three patiently awaited the arrival of the bus from a nearby bench. Harry turned to his right and caught sight of the bus just as it pulled up.

The bus doors opened, and individuals began boarding, filling the seats in an unending stream of bodies. Harry took a step forward, only to abruptly retreat. He scrutinized his hand intently, repeatedly clenching and unclenching it in search of any discernible change. The recollection of him adhering to the ceiling flashed through his mind. He could still faintly perceive the buzzing sensation in his head; he now knew with certainty that it was not merely a dream.

As Harry continued to stare at his hand, his gaze eventually drifted upwards and his focus redirected back to the bus that was now departing the premises. Harry turned away and started down the sidewalk. He crossed the street and walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. The occasional vehicle drove past, and pedestrians continued to stream out of shops and houses. It wasn't long until Harry stopped at the entrance of an empty alleyway.

Harry stared at the narrow street formed by the proximity of adjacent buildings. Harry scanned his surroundings, making sure no one was nearby. He started forward through the alleyway, taking small, deliberate steps. His eyes darted every which way as he moved.

After walking for a bit he halted at the alleyway's center. Harry cupped his chin in thought, his eyes glazing over momentarily.

Okay, this has been a strange morning, Harry thought, first I can stick to walls and I have some kind of six sense?

Harry closed his eyes, trying to clear away his confusion. There was one logical explanation for what happened yesterday: the spider that bit him gave him powers. Real superpowers. Yes, that must be it! Harry mused, forcing himself to discard all thoughts of what happened earlier in the day. That's the only reasonable explanation.

A shocking realization dawned on him.

If he has spider-like powers, so does Peter.

Harry's hand instinctively dug into his pocket, as the familiar warmth of a smartphone warmed his palm. He retrieved it whilst tapping his thumb on the home button. The screen lit up to reveal several notifications flashing, indicating an incoming call.

Harry's heart pounded rapidly as he quickly answered the call.

"Hello?" Harry said in response, attempting to quell his nerves.

"You finally answered. Where are you?"

Harry smiled. it was Peter!

"Peter, where are you right now?" Harry inquired, dodging his best friend's question.

"I'm at lunch," Peter replied. "Seriously Harry, where are you? You missed class."

Harry smirked. "I'm sending you an address. Meet me here."

Harry's thumb tapped the endcall button, causing the phone to dim. He lowered his gaze upon his phone, which still bore the contact display from the moment when he received the message earlier. Harry waited for five minutes until he saw Peter rounding a corner and entering the alleyway towards him. Harry blinked in surprise when he noticed an anomaly from his best friend.

"Hey, you're not wearing your glasses." Harry remarked surprisingly.

Peter blinked. He brought his hand up to his face.

"Oh, really? Heh, heh, I guess I must've left 'em at home." Peter chuckled awkwardly.

"Well, never mind about that," Harry said, waving his free hand. "Pete, I know this is sudden but I gotta ask: do you feel… different?"

Peter raised a brow at Harry. "What do you mean?"

"This is gonna sound crazy Pete, but just this morning… I woke up finding myself sticking to the wall," he admitted. "And not only that, I seem to have this six sense ability where I'm able to sense things before they come. So I'm asking you again, did you feel anything strange when you woke up this morning?"

Peter crossed his arms over his chest and hummed, thinking. "Yeah, now that you mentioned it. I noticed when I looked at myself in the mirror today that I was two inches taller than usual, and my body was… muscular too."

Harry nodded slowly, trying not to make it obvious how much he was starting to freak out over his newly discovered abilities. Never in his life did he imagine he would wake up one day and gain actual super powers, something any teen always dreamed about! This had already proven itself to be far more amazing than he imagined.

"Having a muscular body was the second thing that surprised me," Peter continued. "But the first was being able to see clearly without my glasses, which I thought was weird."

"What about crawling on walls, can you do that too?" Harry asked, his voice laced with excitement.

Peter turned his gaze towards the wall. He walked up to said wall and placed both hands on it. He started crawling up, his shoes doing nothing to stop him from sticking to the surface. Harry stared in silent awe as Peter climbed up the wall with ease. His concentration working on sticking with his fingertips, releasing one hand then placing them on the surface again. Effectively climbing the wall like a spider.

Not even his shoes got in the way, as he almost instinctively knew how to make them stick to the wall. Peter jumps back down in front of Harry, who was still staring in amazement at his newfound ability.

"Well, guess you can crawl too." Harry remarked.

Harry briefly glanced up at the wall then back at Peter. As if they both had the same thought, the pair started towards the wall and began to crawl up. The duo ascended higher up the wall as they eventually reached the precipice above the roof. Peter and Harry paused briefly to look around. From where they stood, there were several rooftops stretching out further than their eyes could see. Some people hurried past on bicycles, some on foot and still others drove by in their cars.

Peter and Harry shifted their gazes back to the other roof of a building, only a few feet away. The pair assumed a pose stance to run. Their eyes narrowed with determination. With a burst of speed, he sprinted forward. Peter and Harry began pumping their arms and legs furiously as they raced toward the apex.

The duo swiftly retreated both of their feets, powerfully kicking from their heels, and propelled themselves forward. Leaving behind a small crater as both feet slammed into the ground. Peter and Harry leapt with incredible speed as they jumped eighty-three meters in the air, leaving behind a gust of wind.

"WOOHOO!!" Peter and Harry cheered as they landed on another roof, causing them to fall onto the ground with a thud.

Peter and Harry proceeded to leap impressive distances while cheering with pure excitement. Their hearts were pounding vigorously within their chests as they gracefully ascended to another rooftop. It was an exhilarating experience! They both felt as though they had just embarked on a flight filled with exhilaration. The duo leapt upward once more, reaching the same height as their previous jump, and began running towards yet another rooftop.

Their hearts raced within their chests. The spider-duo could hear the rapid beating as they swiftly traversed the roofs and the surrounding neighborhood. The wind gracefully brushed past their ears, causing their hair to sway wildly across their faces. The sun radiated its warmth upon both Peter and Harry. They continued sprinting until they gracefully landed onto another rooftop.

Peter and Harry shifted their gazes towards a nearby warehouse. The pair quickly made their way towards the building's entrance. After opening the door to the warehouse, Peter and Harry walked inside. They looked around. No one else was present, and judging by the amount of work laid out neatly on the table, the place seemed abandoned.

A display of old cars without wheels was arranged neatly, accompanied by machinery of uncertain purpose, possibly used for maintenance. Peter carefully surveyed the interior of the building, taking note of the numerous boxes containing an assortment of tools stacked against one wall, as well as the shelves adorned with glass jars filled to the brim. With measured steps, Peter approached the cars, meticulously examining their condition. Most of them remained untouched, save for one that had clearly suffered significant damage.

The paintwork on this particular vehicle was cracked and worn, evidence of years of exposure to the elements. Considering the size of the car, Peter speculated that restoring it to its original state would require a reasonable amount of effort. For a brief moment, Peter's gaze shifted from his hands to the dilapidated car before him, and a faint smile graced his lips.

Peter turned his gaze towards Harry. Harry's lips pulled into a smile as he shifted his gaze to Peter.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Peter asked, looking at Harry curiously.

"Oh yeah," Harry replied with a nod.

Peter slid his hand under the car then slowly and effortlessly lifted it up. Outstretching his left hand he places it at the vehicle's belly, lifting it up as high as he can manage while maintaining its balance. Once Peter had a good grip he hoisted up the damaged car above his head with ease. Harry emulated his actions, lifting a car above his head with ease. Peter couldn't help but laugh gleefully. Harry joined him by laughing as well.

The pair held the cars for several moments before setting it back on the ground. Peter wiped the sweat from his forehead then turned to meet Harry's eyes.

"I guess we have super strength then." Peter stated in wonder.

Harry let out a chuckle. "No doubt about it. Man, I feel like Hercules," Harry replied, staring at his hands in fascination. "This is incredible—absolutely incredible. I wonder what else we could do with these powers?"

Peter rubbed the back of his nape. "Well, as much as I would like to find out too, we should probably get going. We can figure out what to do with these powers after school."

Harry blinked. He scanned his surroundings before turning back to Peter.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Last thing I want is my dad scolding me for missing class. Now that I think about it, he probably will since I skipped class today." Harry said with a pout.

Peter and Harry exited the building while making sure no one had seen them on their way out.

A shocking realization dawned on them.

Their lives will never be the same again.

A/N: And that's chapter 2 everyone! Not gonna lie, this took me a while to publish due to a lot of editing, conjuring up images of how these scenes would play out. Next chapter will feature the soon-to-be Spider-Men finally figuring out what they could do with their powers. With all of that said, I'll be taking my leave. See you all in the next chapter!