Peter's POV
I woke up this morning feeling... different.
My body felt fully refreshed, like every cell in my lungs and muscles had been scrubbed clean.
I even felt like I'd grown a few inches taller overnight.
I looked around, my eyes still blurry from sleep, and stumbled into the bathroom to wash my face.
When I gripped the porcelain sink to steady myself, I realized I couldn't let go.
My hands were stuck.
I panicked at first, pulling back with a sharp jerk.
The entire sink ripped out of the wall with a deafening CRACK, pipes bursting and water spraying everywhere.
I stood there, horrified, holding the heavy basin like it was a piece of Styrofoam.
After a few frantic seconds, I managed to calm my racing heart, and the sink finally let go.
It was beyond repair. Aunt May was going to kill me.
I washed up as best as I could and got dressed.
I stared at the mirror in disbelief. My skinny arms were gone, replaced by hard, defined muscle.
My clothes were tight—so tight I could feel the seams straining against my shoulders.
"What is happening to me?" I whispered.
I headed to school, my mind a whirlwind of confusion.
I found Chris at his locker, busy in a deep, animated banter with Gwen Stacy.
They were talking about the biological traits of rabbits and snakes.
I didn't want to intrude, so I just watched them for a moment.
Chris noticed me first, flashing a wide, knowing grin. "Hey, Pete! You look... better. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," I stammered, looking at my hands. "Better. Way better."
Gwen looked up, her eyes filled with genuine concern after yesterday's collapse. "Are you sure? You looked like you were dying at Oscorp."
The school day flew by in a blur.
I couldn't focus on anything. My senses were dialed up to eleven.
I left the building the moment the bell rang, too preoccupied to even say a proper goodbye to Chris.
I needed to know what I had become.
I found an abandoned construction site on the edge of Queens and climbed over the fence.
First, I tested my strength.
I found a rusted steel beam and heaved. It came up like a toothpick.
I moved to a discarded shipping container. I could lift it.
Roughly 15 tons. I was a freak of nature.
Then came my speed. I sprinted across the lot, my feet barely touching the dirt.
I was hitting nearly 200 meters per second.
Durability was harder to check, so I took a literal leap of faith.
I jumped from the top of a three-story scaffolding and hit the ground in a crouch.
No broken bones. No pain. Just a dull thud.
I even discovered a strange Sixth Sense—a buzzing at the base of my skull that warned me of obstacles even when I closed my eyes.
Finally, I felt a tingle in my wrists.
With a flick of my hand, a strand of organic webbing shot out, sticking to a brick wall with incredible force.
I stared at the white thread, my heart hammering.
Should I tell Chris? He's my best friend... and he's obsessed with biology.
But how do you tell someone you've turned into a human spider?