Brain and Brawn ( Peter Parker x Reader )

6. Uncharted Grounds:

Y/N stirred, the remnants of a restless sleep dissipating as her consciousness slowly emerged from the depths of slumber. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the small windows of her garage-turned-room, casting a warm glow across the space. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed herself into a sitting position, feeling a tingling sensation in her limbs that seemed to resonate with the energy pulsating within her.

The familiar hum of machinery filled the air as Y/N tinkered with the latest contraption she had devised. Her nimble fingers danced across the surfaces, assembling and fine-tuning with practiced precision.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N reached for her trusty bag that accompanied her last night. As she rummaged through its contents, her fingers brushed against a small, lifeless form. she withdrew her hand, revealing a dead spider nestled among her belongings. It was a peculiar sight, and a shiver ran down her spine. The last time she saw the spider, was in his tube... She quickly threw all of her belongings on her coffee table, searching through the tech. The second spider was gone and all she could find were two broken capsules. Could this spider have just woken up and climbed out of her bag? Her brain started to panic as she just let a military-grade, genetically advanced spider roam her neighborhood. She didn't even waste a single second, she grabbed a glass container and left the spider in there. She couldn't risk this one to tiptoe out of her sight as well.

She gave Ray the spider to analyze its genome. Maybe there could be some hints in its DNA? The day wore on, and as Y/N went about her activities, she couldn't shake a nagging feeling that something was different. Simple tasks seemed easier, her reflexes more acute. She effortlessly caught falling objects before they hit the ground and swiftly evaded obstacles in her path. It was as if her body had become attuned to subtle changes in her surroundings, although her surroundings have never changed.

Confusion mingled with a sense of wonder as Y/N pondered these newfound abilities. Were they a mere coincidence, or was there something more at play? She yearned for answers, but the true nature of her transformations remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Y/N sat at her desk, surrounded by a multitude of research papers, her frustration mounting. She had spent hours scouring medical journals, scientific databases, and obscure forums, hoping to find some explanation for the extraordinary changes she was experiencing. Yet, the results were disheartening. The instances of sudden, unexplained abilities were indeed rare, and they were often linked to near-death experiences or extreme trauma.

"Seriously? That's it?" she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You'd think there would be more documented cases or studies on this kind of thing."

Disheartened by the lack of substantial findings, Y/N leaned back in her chair, deep in thought. She couldn't simply accept the notion that her newfound senses were solely a result of chance. There had to be a reason, a scientific explanation.

An idea sparked in her mind, and determination flickered in her eyes. If she couldn't find the answers she sought, she would have to forge her own path. With a resolute nod, she stood up and walked towards a locked case tucked away in a corner of the garage.

Carefully retrieving a vial containing her own blood, Y/N placed it on the table and then drew a fresh sample from her arm. She watched intently as the crimson liquid filled the syringe, aware of the gravity of her actions. This was a risk she had to take in order to uncover the truth.

Ray examined the two samples side by side. He detected a subtle difference. The cells in the fresh sample seemed to possess energy, a vitality that was absent in the older blood. It was as if her DNA had undergone a transformation, a mutation that defied conventional understanding.

Intrigued yet cautious, she continued her examination, comparing the DNA sequences under a microscope. There, in the intricate patterns and structures, she observed anomalies—subtle variations that hinted at a divergence from her previous genetic makeup. It was a revelation that sent a shiver down her spine.