Peter?

Humanity Maybe

Hey guys, I'm sorry for the super late upload, but I want to work faster and better on them. Ps, remember how MJ is a Demi girl, I hope you did.

Sitting in the back of a car behind Happy with Pip, Peter came up with his master plan. He was going to slowly shift each of his features. Such as over a course of the week he would change his eyes from brown to olive, and over the next week olive to green. Too many sci-fi and fantasy shows had proved it would work. As he smiled to himself, Peter began to feel super uneasy like his spider sense was-.

BOOM! Peter grabbed onto Pip and held him down before the car went flying sideways into a building. Instead Pip threw his arm off of his chest and yelled, "dude! What was that about!?"

"Did you not hear that, did you not feel that! The explosion, no?"

"I mean something felt off, but I didn't hear or feel an explosion. Then again you are a little more sensitive to certain types of psychic energy than I am."

"Wait, how did you know I was thinking of psychic energy."

"Oh, I just kind of assumed."

"Ok...?"

"Yeah..."

They both sat in silence for the next couple of minutes until a louder boom sounded, forcing Peter to keel over. He clasped his hands to his head, curled into a ball, and began to shrink down to a five year old version of himself. Pip asked Happy to pull over, picked up the now five year old Peter, and hugged him as he began to age again.

"Peter," Pip asked. "Are you ok?"

"Yep, I'm fine, just let me collect myself." Peter whimpered back.

He lay in his lap until Peter was his age again, it got uncomfortable, and Pip asked, "so what was that about?"

"That sound again, it's messing with my head. It's like somebody set off a psychic blast."

"Oh, that sucks."

Nothing else all that remarkable happened getting there, but they both could feel the tension trapped between them. Peter just really hoped Pip wasn't going to tell anyone else about the whole age shifting debacle. Something was going on here he was hypersensitive to psychic energy, but he couldn't project it. Maybe he would give projecting a message a go at the school, where random telepathic messages weren't uncommon. For now Peter had to deal with the constant changes in sound and smell as they drove. The bright lights of cities were too much.

When Peter finally got to the mansion, more specifically his dorm, I realized I forgot to introduce his roommate, Connor Cassidy. He was a short, Irish dude with bright red hair, green eyes, large facial features, and freckles. Conner, or siren as he was pushing to be called, is the nephew of the X-Man Banshee, and his mutation involved hypnosis with his voice. Most of his time was spent studying, so Peter didn't really see much of him. Of course there were exceptions, like their team bonding movie nights. They both love fantasy romance, which meant Princess Bride was a must. Then again, not liking The Princess Bride is purely inconceivable.

Peter had a rough time falling asleep that night, as somebody on his floor snores like a truck. Imagine the sound most associated with stopping sleep in its tracks times fifty, and you might get what he goes through nightly. Why is it that when you need to sleep it is impossible not to notice every bit of stimuli in the building. 

When Peter got to sleep, he dreamed which was almost worse than laying awake just listening.

In his dream Peter was confronted by two girls, one of which was yelling about Deadpool, and the other about Pip. They wanted to know who he was going out with, and needed him to make a decision between the both of them. Peter freaked out and stammered Pip because he knew Pip a lot better, and realistically he was better. 

With a rush of air and white, Peter was transported back to that dinner the first week of school. Although this time, instead of coming out as Spider-Man, he announced that he liked Pip as more than friends. Unfortunately he did not feel the same way, and Peter was left having outed himself, and heartbroken. He turned to a mirror right next to him and Peter saw an alternate version of himself kissing Wade Wilson. It was in that moment Peter realized he chose the wrong love interest, and that he should have stuck to MJ. She was so much more comforting, he knew they had loved him as Peter Parker, and not just as Spider-Man.

He woke up at three in the morning, and felt insatiably hungry and anxious. He went to the fridge, grabbed his entire box of leftover pizza, and sat on the ceiling as it made him feel powerful. Around the time he'd finished two slices, Peter heard another sound like the explosion from the car earlier. It messed him up so much he dropped the box, and fell head first onto the couch which was conveniently behind him. Somebody had to figure out what the heck was causing that sound that kept on messing up his everything. Now was as good a time as any to try for telepathy.

Peter focused on the type of energy that was messing him up, and couldn't find exactly who. Fortunately he got it down to the forth floor where he could sense a student in his dorm, wide awake. Grabbing his web shooters, bandanna, and hoodie, Peter ran down the two flights of stairs to the dorm. As he got closer to the hall, he could pinpoint the room, Pip and Quinn's room. He wasn't sure whether to knock or not, seeing as Quinn might be asleep, but he did it anyways.

"Hey dude? It's three in the morning, why are you here?" Pip whispered.

"I need to ask you something," Peter whispered back.

"Yeah, sure, what?"

"Are you the one making those explosions?"

"Wait, what?"

"The sound from the car that you couldn't hear, are you making it?"

"Peter, you need to come in here."

Peter walked into the room and sat down next to Quinn on their couch as pip stood in front of them to explain.