(Hey sorry this update took so long. This chapter turned out to be harder to write than I thought it would.)
I let out a painful groan, opening my eyes to see I'm in Gwen's room. Grimacing, I sat up and rubbing the back of my neck where that spider bite me. Looking around the around, I spotted Gwen asleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. I smile at her, sadly.
It's nice of her to let me sleep in her bed after what happen at the lab. But I feel bad about her having to sleep on her own floor.
I swing my legs off the bed about to get up, however I couldn't lift my hand. I look down at my hand that was resting on the bed. I tugged on it, still unable to pull it off. "What the cuss?" I muttered in confusion.
I kept pull on my arm harder and harder until finally, the sheets on the bed ripped and I went tumbling into Gwen's dresser. "Fudge nuggets!" I exclaimed.
All the racket I was making woke Gwen up, who sat up startled. "What are you doing?" She asked in a annoyed and tired tone. "Sorry Gwen, I didn't mean to wake you." I said, trying to pushing myself off her dresser, but this causes my hands to now stick to the dresser.
"Dadgummit!" I growled, trying to free myself once again. Gwen watches me struggle with her dresser in complete confusion. "All right, I'll say it again.... What are you doing?" She asked. "I think I'm uh... stuck." I replied.
"What do you mean stuck?" She said, throwing open her sleeping bag to stand up. "My hands are like super glue to your dresser!" I exclaimed. Gwen came over, placing her hands on my wrists to help me pull. With a few hard tugs we manage to pull myself free from her drawer taking off some of the paint. "Sorry." I said, quietly.
"Okay... what the heck just happen?" Gwen asked, looking between her dresser and me. "You got me, I just woke up. It's like everything I touch I keep sticking to!" I exclaimed. "Well for now, don't touch anything." She said.
"Yeah, cool cool. Except one problem." I said. "What?" She asked. "I need to use the bathroom." I replied. Gwen hummed, holding her chin as she looks around her room. "Here." She said, going into her closet and retrieving a pair of gloves.
I put the gloves on and slowly set my hand back down on the dresser. After a few seconds I pull my hand off of it, without it sticking. I laugh in amazement. "Aw thank you Gwen Stacy!" I exclaimed, Gwen giggles.
"I don't really know what's going on but... maybe we should keep this between us." I suggested, looking at one of my gloved hands. "Oh definitely. I'm not even sure how I would be able to explain this to my parents." Gwen said.
"Or my Dad. He probably locked me up in a lab and dissect me or something." I said. "Come on, no he wouldn't." Gwen said. "Yeah. He would." I said, plainly. "You're his daughter." Gwen pointed out. "He can't even remember my birthday, without Jarvis reminding him." I exclaimed, Gwen was speechless.
I let out a tired sighed, walking towards the door. "Why do you think I always like coming here?" I muttered. "Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Gwen asked. I shrugged, placing my hand on the doorknob. "I don't know. I guess I didn't wanna dump my problems on you." I replied.
"(Name)..." Gwen said, quietly. I turn the doorknob to open the door, but as I did so, I ended up ripping the knob right off. Gwen and I look at the broken knob in my hand, stunned. "Son of a mother trucker!!!" I exclaimed.
I went home after that to try and get a handle on this new change in me. It's actually made me grateful Dad and Jarvis are away for a business deal. That meant the entire penthouse was up empty for me to figure out what's going on.
Eventually I figured out how to stop sticking to stuff by relaxing, so that's something. Still having some trouble not breaking stuff, I'm not use to watching my strength. I miss have my weak nerd arms.
Anyway, it was soon Monday again and I had to go to a school that was designed to stress teenagers out. To help keep myself calm, I've been humming a song to myself every time I even feel a little bit stressed.
Right now, Gwen and I were in the library looking for books to study for an upcoming history test. Well you know, test means stress so that meant I was humming.
I was looking through one shelf when Gwen walk up, carrying some books. She squinted her eyes and leaned in to listen to closer. "Are you humming 30/90?" She asked. "It's a good song." I replied, taking a book off the shelf.
Gwen scoffs. "I know. You sing it every year on my birthday." She said, turning around and walking to the end of the aisle. "You want me to sing that lame boring birthday song instead?" I asked, following her out of the aisle. "I rather you not sing at all." Gwen said, in playful mean way. "Ouch." I said, Gwen laughs.
We walk up to the checkout table, setting our books down. The old man behind the counter, took them and check them out for us. "Here you go, girls." He said, handing the books back to us. "Thanks Mr. Lee." I said, taking my books while Gwen collected her's.
"Well I better get going. I'm supposed to help Liz paint the banner for homecoming." I said to Gwen as we exit the library. "Alright, I'll see you after school." Gwen said. "Sure thing, later." I said, waving to my friend as I walk down the hall towards the gym.
The gym was a bit packed, with the cheer squad practicing on one side of the gym and the basketball team practicing in the other. A few other kids, including Liz and I were off to the side by the bleachers trying to finish the banner for homecoming.
"Remind me again why we're paining this in the gym while the guys are practicing." I said to Liz as we painted the banner. "Mrs. Winterhalter is away for a wedding, so no one can use her classroom until she's back." Liz replied.
"There still gotta be a more sensible place to do this. How about on the buzz saw in shop class? I hear that's safe." I said, sarcastically. Liz gives me a look and continues painting.
Right at that moment, a basketball bounces over and knocks over a bucket of paint that spilled all over the banner. "Oh would you look at that." I said, while Liz stares at the mess in shock. "You did that on purpose, Flash!" She exclaimed, jumping up to her feet.
"I should've. You better watch your back." Flash said, as one of the players retrieves the ball and passes it to him. "Look, it's fine we can fix it." I said to Liz, standing up. "How can we fix this?!" She asked, pointing at the giants spill that was now coving up the H and O in homecoming.
I was about to say something but then, Peter walked over. "Hey." He said, softly. He bends down and picks up the bucket for us. "All right?" He asked, standing up and smiling at us.
One of the players knock the basketball out of another's hand and it started flying back towards us. Right as it was about to hit Liz, Peter leans over and catches the ball with one hand, then pulls back. Peter look down at the ball in his hand, amazed, Liz and I stare at him, stunned.
"Give it up, Parker." Flash said, Peter turn his head to look at him. Peter then turns to look at Liz and I for a moment and nodded. "One sec." He said to Flash. Peter then held his camera out to me and I took it for him.
Peter then moves to the center of the gym. "Why don't you take it from me?" He asked Flash, who scoffs. Flash met him at the center of the gym and Peter held out the ball. "Go ahead. Take it." Peter said.
Flash reaches for the ball but Peter quickly passes it to his other hand, behind his back. Flash stares at Peter and tries again, but once again Peter passes it to his other hand, within a blink of an eye.
Flash lunges forward to take it, but Peter jump up, moving the ball around Flash's head before pushing him away and hitting him on the back with the ball.
Flash goes to take it again but Peter acts like he was about to hit him with the ball, causing Flash to coward and back up. Peter then held out the ball. "Just take it." He said, very clearly taunting him at this point.
Flash doesn't move and just stares at Peter. "All right, how about this?" Peter asked, coving his eyes with his other hand. He peeks through his finger and then turns his head away, keeping his eyes covered. "All right? How about that?" He asked.
Flash steps froward and grabs the ball, trying to take it, but he couldn't. "Come on, Flash. Flash, stop playing, man. Take it from him!" The players said, becoming impatient. Flash grabs the ball with both hands, tugging on the ball but he couldn't take it.
Peter drops his hand and turn his head back to look at Flash. "Come on, Flash. Take it." He taunted. Flash sighs and let's go of the ball, backing up. Peter starts dribbling the ball while the players yell at Flash. "Yo, Flash, let's go. What are you doing? What's up? What you doing?"
"ALL RIGHT, BRING IT! COME ON, PARKER! COME ON!" Flash shouted, now very agitated. Peter runs towards Flash, not dribbling the ball. He knocks Flash to the ground like he was playing football instead of basketball, and leaps up towards the hoop.
He puts the ball in through the hoop, shattering the backboard and breaking the hoop. The cheer squad screams and collapses in the human pyramid they made. Peter drops to the ground, holding the broken hoop and broken glass showering down on him. He slowly looks up at the the damage he caused.
Everyone look at Peter, stunned. I was looking at him in amazement, slowly reaching my hand up to the back of my neck where the spider bite me. No way ordinary, Peter Parker could've done that.