spider-man / luke hemmings

quatre

why you wanna please the world
and leave yourself to drop dead?
Anklebiters - Paramore

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 Luke did not leave his house for the next twenty four hours, as he was too worried about giving away what he could do. Even after testing his abilities the night before, he still felt that a lot of things could go wrong. He was very aware of the fact that he had tested his powers in a controlled environment and had had to concentrate remarkably hard to keep a decent amount of control over them. 

 And so he was hiding from his flatmates (he soon realised how difficult this task would be after having multiple near misses). He awoke early that morning, he'd had a pretty restless night, kept awake by thoughts of the bite on his back and his new powers. Luke used his early start to his advantage, grabbing breakfast early before showering so he could avoid everyone. However this didn't quite go to plan as just as he was leaving the kitchen Lauren entered the flat in her running clothes, evidently on her way back from her early morning jog. 

 Luke swore under his breath, forgetting that there were actually people who woke up before six o'clock and they weren't just a myth. Unluckily for him Lauren was one of those people. 

 Lauren politely tried to engage Luke in conversation, joking about how she wasn't sure that Luke knew that six in the morning was a time that existed. Luke began to panic, he knew that the longer he conversed with Lauren, the more likely it was for him to fuck up. He quickly made up an excuse to get him out of the conversation without seeming like a complete asshole. 

 "I'm really sorry Lauren but I've been ill these past couple of days... I don't want you to catch this bug... I'll talk to you later maybe?" Lauren frowned, yet she accepted Luke's excuse, wishing him to 'get well soon'. After he thanked her Luke rushed into his room, swiftly closing the door behind him and sighing in relief. 

 Luke had emailed his lecturer that morning to let him know he wouldn't be coming in because he was 'too ill' and so his lecturer had replied with the work he needed to complete. However this was proving difficult. Luke couldn't type or write whilst wearing gloves and so was struggling with pieces of paper that kept getting stuck to his hand. The way he was flapping his hands around to try and detach them was quite comical. 

 It was clear that if Luke was to start attending lectures again soon he would need to get his ability to stick to things under complete control. Using his laptop wasn't too bad but if he didn't wear gloves his fingers would rip up the keys unless he typed extremely slowly, and if he did wear gloves he couldn't use the mouse pad. Luke knew for a fact that if he wore gloves into lectures he would get a few weird looks.

 Luke had a pretty productive day at home, finishing all the work he was behind on as well as reading ahead for the next week. At around seven in the evening, after Luke had eaten he decided to try something. He pulled on a black hoodie, black trackies and his black converse, pulling the hood up over his head and ventured out into the dark, cold January night. 

 Luke decided that it would be a good time to try out his powers and find out the extent of them, it was difficult to see what he could truly do in his cramped bedroom. It was pitch black outside despite it only being nearly half seven due to the short winter days. To start Luke headed down to Regent's Park like he had the day before. 

 Once he had reached the park, Luke took off at a jogging pace until he reached a sheltered secluded area of the park. At this point Luke started to sprint, finding it as easy as strolling down the street. He was also pleasantly surprised at the speed at which he could sprint. Curious, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly downloaded an app that promised to record his running speed.