Thank you so much for all the support. I can't believe I'm near 700 reads already. The next chapter things start to pick up, I'm already writing it so it should be up tomorrow. I also have a lot of plans for the future of this story so please stick with it. It will get better I promise...I hope! Enjoy!

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Year: 2016

Dimension: E-616

Reality: Abnormal//Query?Normal?... Status Unknown

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His chest rose and fell quickly with his unsteady breathing, his heart pounding in his chest threatening to break free from its cage. Droplets of sweat beaded down his forehead. He took his arms from his hips and crossed them in front of him before letting them fall to his side. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to think. His mind felt crowded and cloudy yet empty and tranquil. The feeling was indescribable, no one on the entire Earth had ever known this feeling.

Suddenly, footsteps trudged up the stairs, the smothered sounds coming closer and closer – approaching his door.

"Peter?" A light tapping came from the door. "Breakfast is ready." Uncle Ben declared through the wood. Peter gulped loudly and strained his voice to reply but only a hoarse squeak came out. He looked back between the mirror and the door not knowing where he should have his attention turned. A high pitch whining attacked his ears as the hinges on the door turned, the noise louder than it had ever been. It was like all his senses had been dialled up to eleven. Instantly he shot forwards to the door and slammed it shut with his fast causing the walls around him to tremor, the valuables and half-empty glasses on the desk clinking together. A yelp of surprise came from his uncle. "Peter is everything okay in there?"

"U-Uh...Yeah, everything's fine. J-J-Just getting dressed – that's all!" He reassured Ben with false words.

"Well, okay then. Come down when you're ready." He sounded reluctant as he moved away from the other side of the door, the footsteps disappearing back downstairs. Once he knew he was out of earshot Peter exhaled and rolled his head backwards with a sigh of relief, but his troubles weren't over yet – no, they were just getting started. As he went to move away from the door he was jerked back towards it. His hand sticking to the door like super glue.

"What the-" He twisted and turned trying to yank it free but it would not budge. It was impossible to remain on a vertical surface with the amount of force he was pulling back with – not even his arm felt the strain. In a slightly more than mild panic he kicked a foot against the door in hope to set his hand free. But no, this only made it worse. His bare foot clung to the door just like his hand. Peter began to feel the strain in his muscles until it finally broke free sending him flying directly to the wall behind. Next thing he knew he was climbing unintentionally up the plaster, his limbs flailing and his breath heightened.

"Peter!" His heart nearly stopped as Aunt May bellowed through the door. He stopped suddenly, still hanging off the wall above his desk.

"Yeah?" His voice tangled with nervousness.

"What on Earth is going on up there?!"

"It's a-It's a-I'm exercising...Practicing for football trials." He jumbled a string of words together.

"Football trials?"

"Mhmm...Yup." He said slowly gritting his teeth together. His fingers beginning to peel off one by one. "I'll be down soon!" Peter listened carefully as he hear her footsteps disappear down the stairs. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. Football? Really?But just as he started to calm down and take his thoughts off as to why he happened to be half way up a wall he fell from where he perched and landed onto his desk in a heap, sending papers and books flying off the deck.

"What a morning." Peter groaned just as a painting that hung precariously on the wall slipped from its nail and landed directly on his head. "Ow!"

Meanwhile, in a brick apartment in Brooklyn you stood on the fire escape looking out onto Manhattan. Chin in the palm of your soft hand, elbow resting on the thin metal balcony. Lost in thoughts, caught up in a dream. That's where you wanted to go, that's where you saw your future. What you were going to do, well you hadn't got that far yet. You were only fifteen, you had your whole future ahead of you. What that would entail? Well you weren't quite sure yet. Your hair moved across your shoulders as you pinned it behind an ear. You starred down at your phone in your other hand and lost yourself in the memories of the wall paper. An old and worn photo you had taken a picture of from its frame. The window light reflecting in the glass obscuring the image. A time before any of this was what it was now. You and your parents on a sailing boat, smiling faces, giggling voices. It was a perfect day, the sun shone bright but not too harsh, the wind was going in the right direction, the waves weren't too rough. But that was in the past now. You look up from it as it fades to a cold black and continue drawing your eyes over the skyline. The fire escape rattles and shakes as the door opens and David comes to stand next to you.

"You're up early."

"You're up early too." He replies with a distant sigh. "Something on your mind?"

"No..." You shake your head. "Not really."

"Well, in that case there are leftovers in the fridge." He turns and captures your attention as he walks back inside.

"Wait, you going out somewhere?" He nodded and leant his weight against the door. "Where to?"

"Work."

"Work? On a Saturday." He shrugged and crossed his arms across his chest.

"There's an important case with Wilson Fisk on Monday and I have to help prepare."

"What kind of case?"

"One I'm not meant to talk about, since when did you ask this many question?"

"You started it." You fired back raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved it off and slunk back inside.

"Put some cologne on, you smell like a bar when it's happy hour."

"Whatever...Thanks." He yelled from the kitchen causing you to chuckle at his admittance. He hated admitting that you were right. Once you heard the familiar click of the front door shutting you skipped back to your room and chucked your phone onto your bed as you searched around your room for what you called your weekend backpack aka sneak out while David isn't home backpack. Just as you located it you spotted something unfamiliar nestled in the corner of your ceiling. You squinted getting a better look at the spider that sat in a neat web.

"Lovely, just lovely." You whispered sarcastically. "You know, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm on a tight schedule and don't want to miss my train, you'd be dead and sitting next to the can of bug spray that killed you." You talked to the spider since there was nothing really else to do. You slipped on a fresh pair of clothes including a hoddie just in case you had to quickly cover your face if David happened to show up. David wouldn't let you out into the city, he kept saying that it was dangerous. Most times you just snuck around Brooklyn exploring the parks and alleyways and local sandwich shops. But today you really wanted to go into the heart of the city. First you would explore the endless shelves of the library, then you would go to times square then finish it up with a movie you wanted to see badly. You had planned a whole day of fun for your first time in the city in years. Well, sure you went to school at Midtown but you always had to get home quickly, never having time to yourself there. "Don't move." You glared at the spider and shut the door behind you before exiting the apartment.

The train ride over wasn't so busy, you had a row of seats entirely to yourself, enough to kick back and relax and listen to your blaring music. The train seemingly swaying in time with the beat. It wasn't long until you arrived at the station. Adjusting the straps around your shoulders you stepped out onto the platform and smiled to yourself. First stop, library.

Peter walked down the streets of Queens with a new bounce in his step, a twenty in his pocket, and a chipper attitude. Aunt May had sent him out to get groceries for tonight's roast she was planning to cook. In Peter's opinion nothing could beat her cooking, the sweet smell of the gravy wafting through the apartment, the tastiness of the beans and corn, the juicy roast tender as ever. Peter dug his hands further into his pockets as his mind ran over the events from an hour ago.

Maybe it was something to do with that spider that bit me yesterday. The exhibit did say that they were irradiated. Maybe it mutated my genes-what happens if I die. Oh my-no, calm down Peter, stop it. Peter tried to calm himself, of course he wouldn't die from it – or would he. His mind kept racing until he passes an alley way and a sudden thought stopped him in his tracks. He looked down at his hand then back at the darked space. "I wonder..." He muttered to himself. Peter turned on his heels and jogged mid-way down between the buildings. Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching he faced the brick wall. If I could do this this morning, maybe I can do it again? He reached a hand up against the wall and placed his other next to it. Peter pulled himself up with ease causing a smile to erupt from the boy. Next, he kicked his feet up and slowly, inch by inch began crawling up the wall. His eyes widening and laughing to himself in amazement. "This is so cool!" He shouted as he picked up the pace until he hauled himself over the edge onto the rooftop of the fifteen storey building. That was amazing! It's like I'm some kind of...human spider."

The adrenaline rush he was currently experiencing showed no sign of fading any time soon. Peter stood on the edge and looked below him, the ground seeming to get further and further away – escaping his grasp. Taking a few steps back he took a deep breath in before sprinting towards the edge and pushing off as hard as he could.

"Wooooo!"

He couldn't believe it, he flew. Well, nearly. He landed on the opposite building and stumbled trying to catch himself. A spark in his eye as he jumped to the next then the next. He never wanted this to stop. He had tasted the extraordinary and he wanted more. He skidded to a halt on a rooftop three minutes later, chest heaving and blood pumping. Excitement washing through him. This was both the strangest and coolest day of his life. And it would only get better...well, mostly.

Peter shifted the brown paper bag with the shopping in it and dodged the other people crowding the street. He needed to get back before the meat went off and the milk went warm and the vegetables went soggy. A car door slammed shut ahead of him, but that's not what made him look up. The familiar and sweet sounding voice of someone who he admired, loved and crushed on. Mary Jane Watson – the girl of his dreams...and Flash's current girlfriend. She laughed and smiled capturing Peter in a trance. Her red hair flowing behind her as she leant over the car and climbed into the red convertible that happened to be owned by Flash's dad with he the bully himself behind the wheel. Peter sighed to himself, disappointment and hopeless love that he thought he would never get to experience. As their car sped off to what he assumed was a date his eyes fell back to the ground when a sudden thought occurred to him. Maybe I can impress MJ if I had a nice car? Peter jogged up to the red newspaper stand and took the top Daily Bugle paper. He tucked it under his arm and walked as fast as he could home.

He sat on his chair spinning in a slow circle as he flipped through the advertisement page. He scanned over all the cars, even the cheapest he could not afford. Right now, he wasn't so liquid on money, he had never been. That's when he saw it, the one thing he needed. A prize – money.

"Survive three minutes in the ring...cash prize...should be easy."