The Amazing Spider-Man of Young Justice (Season 1)

The Black Suit

Peter woke up to the sensation of cool air brushing against his face. Opening his eyes, he found himself hanging upside down from a web in front of a window. The city lights blurred into a sea of color around him. 

The first thing he noticed... was his reflection.

Staring back at him was a sleek, black-suited figure. The suit was a glossy, inky black that clung to his form like a second skin. The outlines of the web patters stood out against the black  with that same silvery hue to them, along with his chest emblem. The emblem on his chest was larger, more pronounced, and pure white, standing out starkly against the dark fabric. His eyepieces were no longer white, but silvery, almost leaping out at him with a stark contrast against the dark mask that he now wore.

Peter still was processing the fact that this was... him!

He blinks, unsure if he was still dreaming. The last thing he remembers was falling asleep in his old red-and-blue suit. Now, this... 

"What...?" he muttered, disoriented. He released the web and gracefully lands on the window. Leaning in closer, he inspected his new appearance.

His fingers traced the contours of the suit, feeling its unusual texture. "What is this?" he asked aloud, marveling at the suit. He raised his hand, examining the intricate details of the material. It felt like an extension of his own body, not just something he was wearing.

"I feel..." he began, clenching his fist.

A surge of power coursed through him. It was... exhilarating, electrifying!

He felt stronger, faster, more in tune with his abilities than ever before. Flexing his arm, he watched as his muscles ripple beneath the suit, feeling the raw strength it amplified. "Amazing," he breathed out, his voice tinged with awe.

He flexed both arms, feeling a thrill of excitement. "This feels incredible," he continued, the awe giving way to exhilaration. He can't help but smile as he takes in the sight of his reflection. There was something almost hypnotic about the way the suit moved with him.

He wanted to do more with the suit. 

He knew that he could do more.

He pushed off with his feet, he stood fully against the window, defying gravity with ease. The city sprawled beneath him, alive with lights and sounds. He flipped upwards, performing a series of agile somersaults along the glass, testing his newfound agility. And with a final, powerful backflip, he launched himself off the skyscraper, a yell of pure excitement escaping his lips.

"Yeah!" he shouted, reveling in the sensation of freedom as he swung through the city. His movements were more fluid, more dynamic than ever before. He flipped and twisted in mid-air, the black suit enhancing his every motion with effortless grace. Each web shot felt more precise, more powerful, sending him soaring higher and faster than he ever thought possible.

As he swung from building to building, the cityscape blurred around him. He pulled off increasingly daring stunts—looping through narrow alleyways, skimming just above the traffic, and leaping off the tallest structures he could find. Every movement felt like an extension of his thoughts, as if the suit is responding to his desires.

The wind rushed past his face, invigorating him. He finally landed on the edge of another building, breathless and exhilarated. His heart raced, not from exertion but from the sheer thrill of it all. 

Pulling off the mask, he looked out over the city, a wide grin spreading across his face. His voice filled with a newfound confidence and excitement lets out, "This is too cool," 

As he stood there, catching his breath, he took a moment to truly absorb what just happened. The suit—this incredible, mysterious suit—had given him abilities beyond anything he has ever experienced. He smiled again at the mask, "You really are fully of surprises, aren't you symbiote?"