Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 4 - Society

I ended up barfing three more times in the last hour. My throat was burning from the acid that was left over, and it pulsed every time I took a deep breath to calm myself. By then, Miguel decided he'd prepare something for me to help further explain why I was in another dimension.

"That bracelet will help you keep from glitching during your time here," He explained briefly before turning to leave. "Peter will escort you to my lab once you're well enough to move around,"

Before I could even get a question out, he was already gone. Both him and Peter had briefly explained the Spider-Society to me. An elite task force of multiple other Spider-People from other dimensions. I had asked Peter how many Spider-Men and Women there were in the multiverse. He said there were too many to count, but that didn't stop him from trying.

"Let's see, that I know of, we got Me, Peter Parker, Peter C. Parker, Scarlet Spider, Spider-Punk, Spider-Ham, Spider-Noir, Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Girl, Cyborg-Spider, Spider-Cat–"

I became immediately overwhelmed as he continued to list the names of all of the Spider-People he appeared to know at the top of his hand. There was a bubbling sensation in my stomach. That was when I barfed the third time.

"Oh geez, sorry!" Peter B. cringed at the display as he gently used his washcloth to clean my mouth. "I guess I'll leave the rest of the explaining to Miguel,"

Spider-Doc checked my vitals once more before putting me through some physical exercises to make sure I could stand and walk on my own. When he was satisfied, he cleared me from his office.

"Alright, you're good to go!" He proclaimed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Spider-Man themed lollipop.

"Thanks, Doc," I took the treat in my hand, hesitating briefly before taking off the wrapper and putting it in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that it was strawberry flavored.

"Now from what it looks like to me, you've made it through the worst of the transformation side-effects. You'll just feel a little sore and now with your throat, a little rough to speak for a while," The Doc explained as I sucked on the candy.

"Transformation. . . meaning I'll have Spider-Powers now?" I asked him with a curious gaze.

"Most likely," He nodded. "it's how pretty much all of us got our powers, with a few exceptions,"

Me? Spider-Powers? Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline when I fully processed it, but my brain immediately went to that scene in Hannah Montana where Jackson was complaining about working in the basement of their house, having gotten bitten by a few spiders and was anticipating getting "Spidey Powers" as he called it before doing the web sling gestures with his hands and making the sound effects.

Peter B. placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Easy now, don't want you fainting on us again, or barfing for that matter,"

"Sorry I zoned out there," I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment as I popped the lollipop out of my mouth. "Everything is just so–"

"A lot?" Peter finished the sentence for me. "Well, it's only going to get a lot more from there," He chuckled, snorting at his joke.

I gave him a perplexed look before he immediately shook his head, waving it off. "Okay, that was awful, I'm sorry,"

"Hey, an effort was made," I reassured him as my expression turned sympathetic.

"So, this is only a tiny taste of what the rest of HQ looks like. We'll stop by the food court and get you some food before meeting up with Miguel," He explained as he motioned for me to follow him outside. "Come on, I'll give you the grand tour!"