Next morning, Peter's alarm clock went off and he turned it off but ended up smashing it to pieces. Eventually, he did get up and to the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, but he squeezed the toothpaste hard and it went on the mirror. Scooping some of the toothpaste on the toothbrush, Peter turned on the water. But he ended up ripping the handle, causing water to spray everywhere. He tried to leave the room but ended up ripping the doorknob off. He tried to use the other door, this time turning the knob more gently and left.

Later, Peter was in his room gripping both the knob and his toothbrush, twitching violently on his bed. All alarms went off in his head as quickly turned and saw a spider crawling on one of his skateboard boards. His senses went off again, this time he turned holding his toothbrush out as if to defend himself. But it ended up being his blinds on his window.

He went to his computer, stepping on a piece of paper which stuck to his foot. He looked up everything that was related to spiders and spider bites. He saw various pictures of many different kinds of bites and the effects it had on people but none of it matched up with what he was experiencing. Feeling the bite on his neck, he decided to search up his father's spider but ended up having the keys on his keyboard stuck to his fingers.

Later, Peter was sitting on the roof of his balcony, looking over his father's research. Ben came home and noticed Peter.

"Peter." Ben called out. "What are you doing?"

"Homework." Peter said, even though he didn't him what he really was doing.

"Be careful." Ben said.

"Sure." Peter said, pulling his leg up. Looking in the folder, he also saw other things he never got to fully see. "SHIELD." He flipped the papers and saw another name. "HYDRA=THREAT. What were you hiding, dad." He muttered to himself. He also had Connors book with him. He looked at the pages before looking at the back of the cover, decided it was time for a visit.

Later, Peter was at Curt Connors' home and rang the doorbell. Soon, Connors opened and saw him.

"Dr. Connors." Peter greeted . "You don't remember me. I..."

"You're the intern from the other day." Connors said.

"Yeah, yeah. That's right, yeah." Peter lied.

"I'm sure you're very nice, but this is a home." Connors reminded him. "I ask you to make an appointment with my office."

"I'm Richard Parker's son." Peter finally admitted. Connors saw him and knew he was telling the truth.

"Peter?" Connors asked, almost broken hearted. Connors invited Peter in while he made tea. "I'm afraid... I can't help you much. I don't know why they left or where they... were going." Connors said. He didn't see that he knocked over a cup until Peter reacted and quickly caught it. "Good reflexes."

"Thank you." Peter said, giving him back the cup.

"Thank you." Connors said, taking the cup back.

"I read your book." Peter said. "Yeah. It's something, you know. So you really think... ...it's possible, cross-species genetics?"

"Yes, of course." Connors said. "Your father and I were mocked for our theories. Not just in the community at large but at Oscorp, as well. They called us mad scientists. And then your father bred the spiders... and everything changed. The results were beyond encouraging. They were spectacular." Connors had a look that was joyous before it was changed to one of sadness. "We were gonna change the lives of millions. Including my own. Then it was over. He was gone. Took his research with him. And I knew without him, I..." Connors looked like he was reliving a bad memory. "l... I was angry. So I stayed away from you and your family. And for that, I'm truly sorry."

Peter looked at Connors, almost like he was conflicted to telling him about what he had discovered about his father.

"Say..." Peter said, almost wanting to not tell him but he decided to anyway. "Say it worked. Say you got it to work. Like, how much would the foreign species take over? What could the side effects be?"

"It's hard to say, considering no subject survived." Connors said. "The problem was always..."

"The decay rate algorithm?" Peter asked. Connors was surprised at how Peter knew that.

"Right." Connors said.

"Right. Can I...?" Peter asked, gesturing to a notepad.

"Of course." Connors said. Peter began writing the formula for the algorithm as Connors watched. When Peter was finished, he showed Connors and he was in shock. All his life, he was searching for the answer and here it was. "Extraordinary. How did you come up with this?" Peter made a gesture that said 'came off the top of my head.' "Peter, how about coming to see me at the Tower one day after school?"

"Yeah." Peter said.

"Thank you." Connors thanked him.

Later at night Connors was looking at the equation and looked at himself in the mirror. Specifically, his right arm. So long, he wanted this and now he'll have that chance.

Next day at school, Peter was in gym class as basketball players were practicing. Flash had knocked the ball away but in doing so knocked over a girls paint bucket on a banner.

"You did that on purpose, Flash!" The girl said.

"No, but I should've." Flash said. "You better watch your back." He went back to practice. Peter saw this and went to check on her.

"Hey." Peter said, picking up the bucket. Suddenly, his senses went off. Flash had knocked the ball away again in the same direction. But peter caught the ball with one hand without looking. He was just as surprised as the girl was when he caught it.

"Give it up, Parker." Flash said. Peter started to get an idea.

"One sec." Peter said. He handed the girl his camera before walking up to the players. "Why don't you take it from me?" He had a hint of smugness in his voice when he asked this. "Go ahead. Take it."

Peter held the ball out with one hand. Flash made an attempt to grab it, but Peter quickly switch it in his other hand. Flash tried to grab it again, but Peter switched it to the other hand. Flash tried again, but Peter pretended to throw the ball away which Flash caught as he felt the ball bounced off his back. Peter had a smile on his face to what he was doing. He pretended to throw the ball which caused Flash to flinch.

"Just take it." Peter said, holding the ball out. "All right, how about this? All right? How about that?" Peter turned around, covering his eyes with his hand. Flash grabbed the ball but he couldn't remove it. Unknown to him, Peter had used his powers to keep the ball in his hand. "Come on, Flash. Take it." He tested him again. Flash backed up as Peter dribbled the ball, much to the players confusion.

"All right, bring it!" Flash challenged ."Come on, Parker! Come on!"

Peter ran, knocking Flash to the ground and jumped up. Peter made a slam dunk, but he also ended up breaking the back of the basketball hoop. Everyone stared in shock, even Peter himself was shocked at the strength he now possessed.

Later, Peter was in the principal office with Uncle Ben, discussing the events that had transpired. Ben looked at Peter in almost disappointment. Afterwards, Peter and Ben were walking down the hallway.

"They won't make us pay for the backboard." Peter said, trying to reassure Ben.

"I don't care about the backboard." Ben said, turning to Peter. "Was that true? What? What I heard in there just now. Did you humiliate that boy?"

"Yeah, I did." Peter admitted. "But..."

"But what?" Ben asked.

"This guy deserved it." Peter said.

"Did he?" Ben asked.

"Yeah." Peter

"Is he the kid that hit you?" Ben asked, though Peter didn't answer. "Is he?"

"Yeah, yeah, but..." Peter said.

"So all this is about getting even." Ben said, more of a statement than a question. "If so, I guess you must feel pretty good about yourself now, right? Am I right or wrong?" Silence was the only answer he got. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, thanks to this little escapade of yours... I had to change shifts at work... so you have to pick up Aunt May tonight at 9:00. Understood? Is that understood?"

"Yeah." Peter said.

"Okay, good." Ben said. Then he noticed Gwen had walked in. "She looks familiar. She's the girl on your computer." Peter rapidly shook his head trying to deny it. "Yeah. He's got you on his computer. I'm his probation officer. Don't forget Aunt May."

"Okay." Peter said. He turned to Gwen embarrassed. "He's a character. That's my uncle. He's a pathological liar. He thought you were someone else."

"Oh, man, you don't have me on your computer?" Gwen asked.

"I took a photo of the debate team, and you're in the debate team." Peter explained.

"Right." Gwen said.

"So... he must have seen... I was touching up stuff." Peter said, fumbling his words.

"Touching up stuff?" Gwen said with a laugh which caused Peter to laugh.

"I was... I'm not gonna answer that." Peter said, feeling more embarrassed.

"Did you get expelled?" Gwen asked.

"No, no. I didn't get expelled. I got community service." Peter said. They stood in silence, thinking about what to say to each now until Peter broke it. "So you want to... I don't know...? Want to what? I don't know. Just... I don't know... We could... We could do something else, or we could... If you don't feel like, we could..." Peter at this point was fumbling with his words.

"Yeah." Gwen said.

"Yeah?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, either one." Gwen said.

"Really?" Peter asked, almost in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"Sure." Gwen said.

"Okay." Peter said. "All right, good. I can't right now."

"Yeah, no. I get it." Gwen said.

"I'm so busy right now." Peter said. "But maybe... Yeah, just, you know... Some other..."

"Time, all right." Gwen said, with a twirl.

"Okay. Bye." Peter said.

Peter looked at Gwen, amazed that the girl he loved agreed to do something with him. After a couple of seconds, Peter left the opposite direction, skipping along the way.

Later, Peter was doing some tricks on his skateboard at a construction site. After a bit, he looked at his hands and decided to test out his new abilities. From his skateboard to parkour, Peter felt like he was in a different league of his own. Peter was hanging upside down, thinking about what else to do. His senses went off as he saw a spider hanging from a single strand of it's silk and swing back and forth. He noticed some chains and started to get an idea. He jumped on the chain closest to him and started to swing forward. When it got to the end, he grabbed another chain and kept the momentum. Eventually, he landed on a table and looked up amazed.

"WHOOOOO!" Peter yelled, excitingly.

Later, Peter was at Oscorp with Connors showing him around the lab.

"We have protein structure, rDNA... chromatography, transgenics testing, that's X-ray video. That's the only one on the planet. We have human line testing over.

"I remember that." Peter said. Connors followed where he was pointing. "I've seen that before."

"The Ganali device." Connors said.

"Yeah, I remember a picture of that in my dad's office." Peter explained.

"The idea was so simple." Connors said, walking up to the device. "You load it with an antigen, it creates a cloud which can be dispersed over a neighborhood, even an entire city. Theoretically, you could cure polio in an afternoon."

"That's incredible." Peter said, astonished.

"Well, others disagreed." Connors said. "Even Tony Stark when he visited us at one point. What if the device were loaded with a toxin? What if you wanted to opt out? You can't run away from a cloud after all, so here it lies, gathering dust."

"What you see here is a computer model of a lizard." Connors said. "Many of these wonderful creatures have so brilliantly adapted, that they can regenerate entire limbs at will. You can imagine my envy. We're trying to harness this capability... and transfer it into our host subject: Freddy the three-legged mouse. Enter the algorithm now."

Peter was entering the algorithm when his phone rang. He pulled out his phone and saw that ben was calling him.

"Do you need to take that?" Connors asked.

But Peter canceled the call and continued to work.

System ready... for gene insertion.

Okay. Check. See what I'm trying to do?

"Preempt the proteins." Connors suggested.

"For the immune response." Peter confirmed.

"Beginning trials." The computer said, as holographic images of a mouse was shown.Pending. Pending. Failed. Subject deceased."

"Come on, come on, come on." Peter whispered.

"Pending. Failed. Pending. Failed. Subject deceased." The computer said, as more mice were shown dead. Even Connors turned away. "Pending. Peptide algorithm accepted. Regrowth complete."

"Hey." Peter said, making Connors turn back.

"Vitals normal." The computer said. "Blood pressure normal. Limb regeneration successful."

They both stood in shock, Connors more than Peter. At long last, a successful test run, something that wasn't accomplished in years.

"Extraordinary. And thank you." Connors said. Later, Connors showed Peter two mice, both who missing a leg. "Meet Fred and Wilma... our three-legged... mice." Connors got Fred and gave him to Peter. "Here you go."

"Hey. Buddy, I got you." Peter said, making sure Fred didn't escape. Connors got the serum.

"Okay." Connors said, being care with his aim. "Careful, don't want to stick you by mistake. Human trials aren't until next week." He joked. "There."

Peter put Fred back in the cage. Little did he know what was going to happen next.

Sorry for making you all wait forever for a month. Work has been hell for me, sos much so that I couldn't work on this because I was so damn tired. But for those who've read my previous stories should know this by now.

For those of you who complained about how I wrote Gwen and Peter in the last chapter, and you know who you are, give me a break. It's sometimes hard for me to write down human emotions, kind of like it's hard to write down fight scene. Granted we have had those in this story yet, but still. So, please be considerate when I say that I try my best.

But other than that, here's the next chapter. Next time, tragedy hits home for Peter and how he handles it.

As always, let me know your thoughts.