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

F.E.A.S.T

New York; October 12th, 14:20 PM

Peter Parker swung through the bustling cityscape of New York, his mind racing as fast as he moved. The cool evening air brushed past him, but he barely noticed. He still wore the black symbiote suit, a recent and powerful addition to his arsenal. He was told the suit looked different now though- the intricate webbed lines that once crisscrossed it was now gone and a sleek, inky black with a larger, more pronounced white spider symbol sprawled across his chest. 

I'm really starting to get the hang of this thing.

As he soared between buildings, Peter couldn't help but reflect on the recent changes in his life. The symbiote suit had been a boon, enhancing his abilities beyond his wildest dreams. It made him faster, stronger, and more resilient. 

It helps make a better Spider-Man almost. After what happened with Mister Negative's gang, criminals have been more than a walk in the park. I'm kinda embarrassed for them. 

Aunt May had called him earlier, asking for help at the shelter. It wasn't unusual for her to need his help. He volunteered there after all, and Peter was always eager to lend a hand, especially when it came to supporting her and the shelter's mission. Right now, he wasn't tangled up in any immediate Spider-Man duties, so he had agreed readily.

Luckily Harry's coming back to school next week. About time he started feeling better. He's probably still trying to figure out ways to kill me.

Peter swung down gracefully onto the roof of the F.E.A.S.T. building, landing with the silent precision that the black suit afforded him. 

I save his life and he sill hates me. Ungrateful much?

He took a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.

Time to switch back. Luckily I always kept a bag here in case of emergencies. 

Something else then suddenly happened.

As he willed the suit to retract, the symbiote responded in a way that left him momentarily stunned. The black material began to flow, morphing seamlessly over his body. It slithered like liquid shadow, reshaping itself with an eerie fluidity. Within moments, his Spider-Man suit was gone, replaced by a set of regular clothes: a plain T-shirt, jeans, and a jacket. The transformation was so smooth, so natural, that it felt as if the suit had read his mind and anticipated his needs.

Peter stared down at himself, marveling at the change. 

That's... very new. Looks like I'm not gonna need that bag anymore.

He put the bag back behind his hiding spot. Taking a deep breath, Peter walked toward the rooftop access door, ready to head down and meet Aunt May. 

Peter made his way down the stairs from the rooftop access. He stepped into the main lobby of the F.E.A.S.T. building, greeted by the familiar warmth and bustling activity of the shelter. The lobby was a spacious, open area filled with rows of chairs and tables where people gathered to eat, chat, and find some semblance of comfort. The walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue, adorned with motivational posters and photographs of smiling faces—testimonies to the lives F.E.A.S.T. had touched.

The air was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly cooked food wafting in from the nearby kitchen, where volunteers worked tirelessly to prepare meals for those in need. Along one wall, a long counter served as a reception area, staffed by friendly faces who greeted everyone with warm smiles and a helping hand. Beyond the counter, a bulletin board was pinned with various flyers and notices about upcoming events, job opportunities, and community resources.