Peter PoV
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I sat in the lab and tinkered with the web-shooters I was working on. I turned it over, and a web shot across the room.
"Crap!" I yelped, jumping, and dropping the gadget.
The web planted itself firmly on the wall.
"Having a little trouble?" Clint asked as he walked into the lab.
"Yeah," I muttered, looking down at my equations, "The webshooters won't work, and when they do, they're out of control and never the right texture."
Clint looked at my work, picked up a pencil, and corrected one of my equations. How could I have messed that up? It was so simple!
"Thanks! I didn't know you knew anything about chemistry."
"I don't really," he shrugged, "I just learned some so I could understand you when tell me about your experiments."
I adjusted the web formula and weshooters before heading down to the weapons tent with Clint.
I shot one of the many targets and managed to actually hit it.
"Great job, kid!" Clint exclaimed, walking over to examine my work. "But how long will it take for it to dissolve? We have target practice in the morning."
I rubbed the back of my head and instantly regretted it.
"Dang it!"
"What?" Clint inquired, eyebrows raised. That's when he burst out laughing.
"Hey! It's not funny!" I said, trying to pull my hand away.
Clint pulled himself together and informed me that I would need to learn to control my powers.
I ripped my hand from my neck, and Clint told me to follow him.
He led me to the building and up the elevator.
"Wait here," he instructed as he walked into his room. He returned a few minutes later carrying an old chest. I followed him back down to the first floor, AKA the lobby, and he set the chest down on the secretaries desk.
He opened it to reveal several dusty costumes.
Clint dug around the box and pulled out a red spandex with black web-like stripes, white eyes, and patches of blue.
"What is this?" I asked, reaching out to touch it.
"One of the old costumes from back when The Circus was just beginning. It was almost mine. I would've been called The Spider. That was until I spotted a pocket knife a guy dropped and claimed the name Hawkeye. It's yours now."
"What?" My eyes snapped from the costume to Clint's face.
"You've earned it, kid."
I couldn't believe it. I grabbed the spandex and held it out in front of me.
I needed a code name. "Spider Man." I said.
"Hm?"
"You can call me the Spider Man."
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Word Count: 441
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