SPIDER-MAN IMAGINES

Great Power (Part One) | Peter Parker [TH]

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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.

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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."