The Amazing Spider-Man: In Another Universe (Peter x Female Reader)

Big Change

(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.