To those of you waiting for a request you placed:

If your request doesn't have a lot of details, or if it is the exact same as someone else's request, then I won't be writing it. A lot of the requests I'm getting are pretty much all the same, and it's making it very difficult for me to want to write them. 

So please, just make sure your requests are unique and detailed, to make it easier for me. 

Thank you <3

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When the spider had bit Peter on the back of the neck, he'd panicked. It didn't look like a normal spider. It had a mark on it, and as soon as it happened, he wondered if it was poisonous. So the first thing he did was call you and tell you to come over. 

You did, knowing that something was wrong. Ten minutes after Peter got home, you were knocking on the door. 

Uncle Ben answered. 

"Hey, Ben," you breathed, fixing your hair. 

"Oh hey there, ___," he said. "What are you doin-"

"She's here to hang out and - and study," Peter blurted. Ben turned around. Peeking over his shoulder, you saw Peter standing in the hall. "We have a, uh, a huge biology test in the morning."

Ben blinked. "Oh. I see. Well, then you two had better get studying." He looked at you and smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle Ben." 

"I'll tell May to pick you kids up some food," he said. You rushed over to Peter. He nodded at his uncle and put his hand on your elbow to drag you to his room.

"Ouch, Peter!" you grumbled, tripping over a pile of dirty clothes on your way into his room.

He shut his door. "I got bit by a spider on the field trip," he said quickly.

"You what?" you asked, rubbing your elbow. 

"I got bit by a spider!" His hand moved to the back of his neck and he turned around. "Just look!"

You reached up on your toes, putting a hand on his back. "Holy crap, Peter! It's swollen like-"

"I know!" he hissed. He turned around. "What do I do? I think it's poisonous!"

"Oh gosh, Peter." You covered your mouth. "I don't - I don't know-"

"What if I die?" he whispered. 

"Whoa - relax, you're not gonna di-"

"How do you know!" He grabbed his hair. "I just-" He pulled his hands off, but his fingers stuck to his hair. "I just-"

You looked up at his hands, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm stuck." He tugged. "Dude, I'm like... I'm stuck."

"A-Are you sure?" You reached up and grabbed his arm. Pulling, you realized that he was right. "Oh my gosh."

"What is happening?" he squeaked.

//

An hour later, you were still snipping away at a few strands. His final hand was nearly free. 

"What is happening to me?" he murmured. 

You glanced at him. He had his glasses off. "What's wrong?"

"I can see without them," he said.

"Huh?"

He looked at you. "I can see everything perfectly clear, like I don't need these at all." His lips twitched and he stared at his glasses. "I think that spider bite is doing something to me, dude."

//

You stayed the night with Peter that night. May had made a bed for you on the couch, but you couldn't sleep. Peter had crashed around nine (which was early for him, especially when you were staying the night with him) and you were just sitting up, staring at the ceiling and worrying.

You were wringing your hands and biting your lip. You couldn't think of why Peter's hands were sticking to literally everything (after dinner, he'd went to grab a paper towel and ended up pulling the entire roll out and throwing them all over the kitchen floor), or why he suddenly didn't need glasses, or why he had literally bruised your arm when he grabbed you earlier...

But when he woke up as the sun was just starting to rise, and he shook you awake (you had just dozed off) you realized that things were far worse.

May and Ben were making breakfast and coffee. Peter quietly dragged you to his bedroom, shut the door, and then looked at you with wide-set eyes.

You sighed. "What is it now?" 

"My alarm went off," he said, "and it scared me. But instead of just waking up like a normal person, I knew it was going to go off. I could sense it. And when it happen, I crushed it with my hand. And I leaped out of bed. And look!" He reached his hands up and jumped. 

When he did, he touched the ceiling easily. And his fingers stuck to it. He swung his feet up to the ceiling, too, and then he did a flip, landing right in front of you. 

You were awestruck. 

"___, do you think it's, like, possible that I am turning into a spider?" 

Your jaw was dropped. "U-Uh..."

//

three weeks later

"So how are you dealing with your powers?" you asked. 

"Uh... pretty good, actually. May and Ben don't get why I suddenly made the switch to contacts... and I think they're catching onto the fact that I never actually got contacts, but..." You laughed and he smiled. "I'm getting the hang of it. How's that bruise?" 

"Nearly gone," you said, touching your elbow. "You don't need to apologize, Peter. How were you supposed to know that you were gonna be turning into a spider?" 

"Well, luckily I haven't grown any extra legs or anything, so it's not too bad..." He laughed.

"That's true. Hey, do you want to go grab some Chinese food and take it back to your place? There's this marathon on TV and I also want to work on-"

Someone stepped out of a gas station. They had a knife in hand and a stack of cash. Glancing at the scene he was leaving, it wasn't hard to tell that the place was being robbed.

"Oh my gosh, we need to call the cops," you said. 

"Hang on," Peter said, eyebrows pulled together. He ran off and after the robber.

"Peter, no!"

//

You sat next to him on the couch, holding an ice pack to the side of his head while Ben worked on unwrapping a new roll of bandages. 

"You're a brave kid," Ben said.

"He's an idiot," you murmured. You shook your head at Peter, who wasn't looking at you. 

"Yeah, he's one of those, too," his uncle agreed. He laughed and grabbed Peter's arm. He started to wrap the bandage around where the knife had cut into Peter. "We really should try to take you to the hospital... but this is healing surprisingly quickly."

You didn't say anything, but you were definitely noticing how the bruise on head was fading away, too. 

"I just wish I'd gotten him," Peter muttered. "I can't believe I let him get away."

"Peter," Ben said. "You did something that most people in New York wouldn't have the guts to do. To save those people, to save your friend here... you risked your life. Now, I don't support the idea of my nephew running off to do that, but you have power, Peter. You are selfless, and that makes you a hero." He touched his hand. "And Peter, with great power comes great responsibility."

Peter's eyes widened. He swallowed, but nodded slowly. 

"Just don't mention this to your aunt when she gets home, alright? Let me talk to her first." Ben smiled.

"Alright," Peter said.

"I'm gonna start dinner," he told the both of you. He got up and left the room. 

"You heard him, right?" Peter mumbled.

You looked at Peter and put the ice pack down. "Yeah, of course I did."

"With great power comes great responsibility," he repeated. "Huh."

"Peter?" 

"___-" He turned to you and grabbed your hands. "I have these powers now... and I want to use them. I want to help people. I-I want to become a superhero."

You eyes widened. 

"Can you help me?"