On Tuesday, within the confines of Canterlot High School, Peter Parker found himself seated at his desk, enduring the seemingly interminable passage of time. His finger gently tapped against his pencil, his body contorted in an attempt to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. Adjacent to him, Harry diligently transcribed notes, the sound of his pen etching on paper filling the otherwise silent classroom. Peter redirected his gaze towards his own paper, methodically ticking the boxes adjacent to the correct answers for his completed homework.
Once more, Peter's finger tapped against his pencil, his mind consumed by the peculiar incident that had transpired recently. Awakening to find himself in the physique of an athlete was one thing, but the discovery of his newfound ability to shoot webs akin to a spider was an utterly bewildering experience. Furthermore, he had also uncovered an uncanny aptitude for sensing danger, a sixth sense that had eluded his awareness until his altercation with Kenny McFarlane just the other day.
He stared into deep space, his mind playing the memory of stopping Kenny in his tracks. Kenny sneaking up behind him, his mind suddenly buzzing like crazy, halting him in his tracks, leading him to where he sat now. There were good benefits after said fight, Kenny didn’t bother him anymore.
At least for now.
However, subsequent to that particular incident, a rather startling revelation had ultimately become apparent to him: during his visitation to the field trip, the arachnid which had inflicted the bite upon him was not of the ordinary variety, and thus must have transmitted certain mutated characteristics that ultimately led to the manifestation of his own unique set of extraordinary abilities.
Peter had thought about telling Harry about his new superpowers but he immediately dismissed the notion. If he were to show Harry or anyone, they would overwhelm him with questions on how he obtained his new spider-powers. Rumors would spread like wildfire within his peer group and amongst the school faculty, and Peter couldn’t afford to face that kind of backlash. So instead, he decided to keep his abilities a secret and maybe spend his free time mastering his new gift.
He will need to ascertain what he is capable of and acquire mastery over his abilities as expeditiously as possible. The query that arises is, what exactly can he accomplish? Based on his understanding, it is evident that the arachnid in question was not an ordinary spider, but rather a spider of a potentially experimental nature. He has somehow acquired its physical capabilities, but what other talents does he possess?
Drawing conclusions from the information he perused in a book at the library, Peter surmised that it was not an ordinary spider with documented characteristics. Rather, it appeared to be a fusion of various species that underwent mutation and coevolution, resulting in the emergence of a unique individual endowed with venomous capabilities. This, at the very least, is Peter's conjecture. Perhaps he possesses the ability to leap great heights, akin to the jumping spider, which can propel itself a distance of ten to fifty times its own body length. However, the production of venom or webs seems to be beyond his purview.
The school bell finally rang as the class began to disperse. Peter packed his things faster than anyone else to make a quick getaway. He shoved his books into his backpack, along with his notebook, pencil case and lunch box. Some of the other students noticed this as he nearly bolted out of the room.
"Hey, where's Peter off to in such a rush?" one of the boys in the class asked, confused about the boy’s behavior.
"Yeah, and did anyone else notice he grew a few inches?" Another boy noted as they and others noticed his strange behavior.
"Who knows. Maybe he's got a girlfriend?" One of the girls suggested. A silent pause descended the classroom before they exploded into laughter.
"Yeah right, who'd want to date that nerd!?" Another girl laughed as they made fun of the introvert nerd.
Gwen and Harry watched Peter leave the class with an arched brow. It would be disingenuous for the pair to deny that they too were wondering why Peter was in such a rush to get out of class. Maybe to avoid getting picked on again by Flash? She didn’t know for sure.
Sunset Shimmer shook her head at their words before exiting out of the room. She was tired of them making fun of his friend. It annoyed her immensely. But she must focus on getting her test done by Wednesday and if she was ever going to pass, she needed to finish everything on schedule today. Sunset halted in her tracks and blinked.
A sudden realization dawned on her.
Wait a minute, Sunset thought, was that guy from earlier always tall..?
The bus arrived at their destination in a timely manner. The students disembarked one by one, with Peter and Harry being the last to alight. After Peter and Harry said their farewells, he turned away. He scrutinized his hand intently, repeatedly clenching and unclenching it in search of any discernible change. The recollection of him adhering to the ceiling flashed through his mind.
He could still faintly perceive the buzzing sensation in his head.
As Peter continued to stare at his hand, his gaze eventually drifted upwards staring forward. Peter started down the street and walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. The occasional vehicle drove past, and pedestrians continued to stream out of shops and houses. It wasn’t long until Peter stopped at the entrance of an empty alleyway.
Peter stared at the narrow street formed by the proximity of adjacent buildings. He scanned his surroundings, making sure no one was nearby. Peter started forward through the alleyway, taking small, deliberate steps. His eyes darted every which way as he moved. After walking for a bit he halted at the alleyway’s center.
Peter turned his gaze towards the wall. He walked up to said wall and placed both hands on it. He started crawling up, his shoes doing nothing to stop him from sticking to the surface. His concentration worked on sticking with his fingertips, releasing one hand then placing them on the surface again. Effectively climbing the wall like a spider.
Not even his shoes got in the way, as he almost instinctively knew how to make them stick to the wall. Peter ascended higher up the wall as he eventually reached the precipice above the roof. He paused briefly to look around. From where he stood, there were several rooftops stretching out further than his eyes could see. Some people hurried past on bicycles, some on foot and still others drove by in their cars.
He shifted his gaze back to the other roof of a building, only a few feet away. Peter assumed a pose stance to run. His eyes narrowed with determination. With a burst of speed, he sprinted forward. He began pumping his arms and legs furiously as he raced toward the apex.
Peter swiftly retreated his feet, powerfully kicking from his heel, and propelled himself forward. Leaving behind a small crater as both feet slammed into the ground. He leapt with incredible speed as he jumped eighty-three meters in the air, leaving behind a gust of wind.
“WOOHOO!!” Peter cheered as he landed on another roof, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.
Peter remained on the ground as he panted heavily. His heart was pounding furiously inside his chest as he tried to regain his breath. It was exhilarating! Peter felt as though he had just taken a flight—one full of exhilaration. As his heart slowed down he gazed down at the concrete beneath him.
After several seconds, Peter slowly stood up. He stretched out his body languidly, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He looked ahead at another rooftop and smiled. Peter proceeds to run forward and jumps to another roof, cheering with excitement as he makes his way toward another rooftop. He leapt upward once more, reaching the same height as he had the previous time and began running toward yet another rooftop.
His heart was racing in his chest. He could hear it beating rapidly as he raced across the roofs and across the neighborhood. Wind whipped past his ears, blowing his brown hair wildly across his face. The sun was hot above him. He continued sprinting until he landed onto another rooftop.
Peter turned his gaze towards a nearby warehouse. He quickly made his way towards the building’s entrance. After opening the door to the warehouse, Peter walked inside. He looked around. No one else was present, and judging by the amount of work laid out neatly on the table, the place seemed abandoned.
Old cars with no wheels were lined up in display, along with old machinery which may or may not have been used for some sort of maintenance. Peter surveyed the interior of the building. There were numerous boxes containing assorted tools stacked against one wall and shelves lined with glass jars filled to the brim. Peter walked towards the cars, examining their condition. They were mostly untouched, but one of the cars did appear to have suffered considerable damage.
The paintwork was cracked and worn from years of exposure to the elements. Judging by the size of the vehicle, Peter guessed that it wouldn’t take too much effort to repair the car and return it to its original state. Peter's eyes momentarily shifted from his hands to the wrecked car before him, and his lips twitched upward in a small smile.
Peter slid his hand under the car then slowly and effortlessly lifted it up. Outstretching his left hand he places it at the vehicle’s belly, lifting it up as high as he can manage while maintaining its balance. Once Peter had a good grip he hoisted up the damaged car above his head with ease. Peter couldn’t help but laugh gleefully. He held the car for several moments before setting it back on the ground.
“Haha! Man, I feel like Hercules! I love that freaking spider!” Peter grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief as he reminisced over this moment. “Man, this is amazing! I still can’t believe this is happening. I have superpowers. Real powers!”
Peter blinked and glanced at his phone, noting the time: 1:17. As much as Peter desired to continue testing his strength, it would be prudent to make his way back home; he would not wish to cause any concern for Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
With utmost discretion, Peter departed from the warehouse and effortlessly leapt back onto the roof, ensuring that no one observed his departure. From one rooftop to another, he gracefully traversed until he safely landed in the alleyway. Exiting the aforementioned alley, he proceeded to stroll along the sidewalk, making his way towards his humble abode.
There he could conduct some secret experiments with his new gifted powers.