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Spider-Man taps is knee anxiously as his thoughts race. It had never happened this fast before. Normally he lasts so much longer. Why was he hungry again? It Had been almost a month after MJ before he started to feel hungry again. He had tortured himself those first weeks of reseeding. He has been starving himself since and now that he's finally had his fill he wants more. His body is ever so much more desperate. He didn't want to starve again. He wants to stay full. To feel warm. Feel awake.

He can do so much more now as Peter for Wade.He can think more clearly ten ever before.
He can do more now Spider-Man when he's fed. Finally able to spin his own silk once again, his Spider sense had already become more enhanced along with reflexes, sight and power.....But what good was that when the city you love hates you in return?

" They won't know what they have until it's gone." Peter repeats his dialogue from the week before. A memory of Tony talking to him in disappointment about his relationship status between his two love interests briefly crosses the Spider's mind. The red and Blue clad Hero snorts at the memory.

" Tony's right. Spidey needs to sort out his priorities." Peter chuckles. " Let's start with Spider-Man's reputation shall we?"

Peter tenses before leaping of the building he had been carefully perched on before skillfully releasing an almost translucent thread. He takes his time swinging home, being sure no one sees him before slipping into his home. He goes strait for his closet.

He moves the box out f the way before sliding the board away and pulling out the additional suit. He strips down and out of his vibrantly colored one before slipping into the dark material.

Wade isn't here right now. Peter has no one to hide from. When like this he isn't Spider-Man. He's just what he's meant to be. The animal carefully contained under the tight spandex, hidden under the skin of the teen.

He is a predator. As an animal he has pure instincts to find a way to survive and get its necessities for life and to survive. Spiders needed the blood of their prey to survive or else they will die in their web. Forever stuck there from starvation as their body disintegrates and their intricate webs are reduced to only pesky cob webs.

No. Peter would survive. Spider-Man had yet to not walk away from a fight. Simple starvation wouldn't be able to hunt him down. No. Not any more.

The spider is Hungry. And he will be the hunter instead.

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Spider went to the main center of his problems. The first one to attack him. The first one to truly attack him even though having never had lain a finger on him.

J.J. Jameson sat in his office in the late hours of of frustration. Without Parker taking pictures of the masked vigilante. Without a skilled photographer to supply the paper with good photos to go with the articles the Bugals sales had dropped much to J.J.'s offense. At first he truly didn't think twice that perhaps photo quality would alter his sales. Apparently he was quite wrong. The new supplied freelance photos where complete shit. Only a blurred red and blue humanoid like blob. Without an appealing front page despite the hard work he put into writing about that  masked man.

Spider wears a animal like expression as he opens the a window high along the ceiling of the man's office. He hasn't yet lost his conscious though to the hunt. No. He had to be precarious before letting instinct take over.

" Curse Spider-Man," His past boss snaps as he throws down a stack of articles awaiting his editorial.

Peter pauses In His position on the ceiling behind the man. He quietly climbs down the wall. Once his feet are firmly on the ground he leans causally against the wall.

Jameson tenses, feeling that he now wasn't alone in the room. He turns ever so slowly to turn around and look at the intruder. " Spider-Man,"

Peter chuckles " Hm, almost. But not quite. " he pushes off the wall to walk around the man still seated at his desk.

" What do you want?"

" My reputation, my time, and all that you have taken from me. The way you slowly killed me because of you greedy needs to steal simple necessities from an already struggling person...... Do you know who I was sent by, Jonah? " Peter Asks.

" What are you talking about?"

" Don't think about it too hard."

" Parker?"

" Precisely."

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Peter exits the building, wiping away excess blood from the corner of his mouth before pulling then mask all the way down. The arachnid only makes it to the next building over where he plans to get ready to start moving quickly to be unseen but his Spider sense quickly sends a warning jolt through his spine just before thing lands behind him with strong disturbance in the still air as a small gust of a cool breeze goes through the thin material of his suit. There's the threatening click of a cocked weapon quickly followed.

" Turn around." A familiar voice demands.

" Shit." Peter mutters to himself.

Okay. So within the next few chapters here we will get into some serious plot. Though not like three of them ahead but those  are sort of equality important to set up the rest. Anyway, sorry for the boring stuff. Now we'll be gettin back on track