Peter took more deep breaths to get himself under control. "Okay, okay, I'm alright. Let's do this."

"You don't have to be alright all the time, you do know that right?"

"What? You just said the world needs me."

"And they do. But right now you're not facing down the world. You're just facing down your fear of needles." She smirked at him. "And if you want to cry like a baby, go ahead. I will not judge."

"I won't cry. I'm Spider-Man. Spiders don't cry."

"Alright, the tough guy act, that's cool. Don't say I show no care for your sensitive emotions then." She pulled out a needle from a drawer and stuck it on a syringe.

"Oh God." Peter paled as she moved toward him. That was a long needle. Why had he agreed to do this again?

"Hold out your arm, please." When he didn't move right away, she gently grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his side. "It's gonna be okay. Just don't look, and it'll be over soon." Peter took her advice and screwed his eyes shut tight. He knew it was stupid and irrational for a literal superhero to be scared of needles, but he couldn't help it. He felt the prick as the needle entered his veins and almost jerked his hand away. Seconds later, the pressure eased. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The syringe was no longer in his veins, and he sagged back in relief.

"Was that it?"

"That's the only blood sample I need to create the vaccine, yes. But if you want to know for sure about if your cells are dying, then no I'm not done. Do you still want to know? It's not too late."

"I think I need to know. I'm going to hate myself more if I don't know, and then if something happened to me...I can't leave May and Happy with that kind of guilt."

"Okay." She looked at him for a moment, closing her mouth and then opening it again. Her face flushed red. "Well, um, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt."

"Uh... this is a onesie."

Her face flushed even more. "Oh, right, uh... can we... we can do it some other time."

"No, it's fine. If I don't find out now, I'll be too scared to come back. Err... do you have pants or something I could borrow? I don't bring a spare outfit under the suit."

"Uh... yeah... I think one of my brother's shorts are around here somewhere. I'll go find them." She left in a rush, leaving him some privacy. He was glad she didn't want to stick around to see him change. He stepped out of the suit, leaving him in only his underwear. The suit contracted back into its smaller form, which fit in a bracelet.

"I found them...I'll toss them in for you." Her voice floated from a side room, and then a second later Nike athletic shorts hit him in the side of his head. Dang, first May and the banana, now this. Maybe his spider-sense was going haywire. He quickly pulled them on. "You can come back now."

"Alright. Can you lay down on the table, please?"

"Uh sure." He did, awkwardly. She walked over to him. Peter decided he couldn't take this if she was just going to stand there silently. "So, what's your story? Like how'd you get to be a crazy hacker and also apparently a medic of some kind at like 16?"

She shrugged and pulled out a silver box. She opened her hand and the box floated above Peter's chest. Peter thought she wasn't going to answer. "My dad's a criminal mastermind who likes to play at being a supervillain, and then my two older siblings are actual supervillains. I was the surprise child, and my dad decided he wanted something different for me. He wanted me to keep everyone safe. I've been taking classes in computer science and medicine since I was like 5. By 12, I had passed every single one of my teachers and moved on to real world learning. That's the simple version." While she talked, she twisted her hands in a complex motion. As soon as she finished speaking, lasers shot out from the silver box.

"Woah, hey!" Peter scrambled off the table.

"It won't hurt you. It's just a scan. Lie back down."

"Alright, fine, sorry. I'm a little jumpy, being half naked being examined for a deadly disease by the daughter of a supervillain isn't great for the nerves, you know?" He managed a half smile as he laid back again.

"Yeah, sorry. It's not the best of circumstances," she amended. The laser scan swept from his head all the way down to his toes. She checked her tablet, and then pulled the drone upward. "Set to monitor." She returned to Peter. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it." And then there was a prick in his arm. Peter started a protest, but then his mind went blank. Immediately afterward, it kicked fully into hyperdrive. He was shaking, his mind processing millions of thoughts in a second. And just as quickly as it had come, the rush faded. He came to, gasping.

"What the hell was that?" His breathing was short and rapid. He started to sit up, but Tamaira's hands were on his wrist and stomach, and she pushed him back down.

"Lie still, okay? Breathe. Breathe, that's it." Peter forced his breath to slow. Tamaira removed her hands. "You can sit up now. You're alright."

"What did you do?"

"I injected you with adrenaline. I needed to gauge your reaction with heightened brain activity."

"And that's safe how?"

"It's not, but you have super strength. I figured you could handle it."

"Geez." He ran a hand through his brown curls.

"Yeah, sorry about that. There wasn't really any other way. If you knew it was coming it wouldn't have worked. But I got the results."

"And...?" Peter was scared to hear what she said next.

"I'll let you see for yourself." She stuck her hand out, and Peter took it and hopped off the table.

"That's it, right, no more tests?"

"Nope, you're good."

"Ok, good." She gestured him over to her computer bank, where the drone was plugged in. She pulled images to over 6 screens, and the stepped back. Peter stepped closer. He didn't like what he was seeing. There was a brain scan, with dark patches. A chemical analysis of his blood was laced with obvious radioactivity. The other images showed equally unnerving things.

"So yeah," she started after a few minutes. "I know it's a lot to take in, and I really am sorry."

"Okay, okay...its okay. Oh God..." Peter started breathing heavily again, running his hands through his hair anxiously.

"I know what you're feeling. But remember, I'm here. I'm gonna cure you, alright?"

"Right."