Stuck in reality: Spider-Man | Natasha Romanoff

Pt 1 Chapter 3 - First Action

My alarm woke me up at exactly 6:30.

I got out of bed and knew I had to answer the questions I had asked myself yesterday.

Okay, think Y/n, think.

"I know!" I shouted to myself excitedly.

I'll go to school normally, as if nothing happened, I'll act natural and not use my powers. I won't touch anything except what I need to in class so I don't accidentally get into an unwanted super sticky situation, and when I get home from school I'll put on a makeshift mask in the form of some kind of balaclava and go test my powers outside. I'll climb buildings, test my aim and try to swing on webs. Maybe go to the gym to see how much I can lift and practice basic punches on a punching bag. If I do well I might consider superheroing.

With a thoughtful plan for the rest of the day in my head, I got down to my morning routine and went to school.

My lessons lasted a long time. I couldn't wait to get home and test my powers. My last class on the schedule for today was chemistry. The teacher told us to do some banal experiment described in the textbook. I did it in five minutes, of course as the first in the whole class and I started to get bored. After a while of sitting around doing nothing, an idea came to me.

I asked if I could go to the back room to do another, more advanced experiment. It wasn't the first time I wanted to do something like this, so the chemistry teacher, who was used to it, agreed.

In the back, I prepared the necessary equipment. I wanted to test the basic physical properties of my web. If I was going to become Spider-Man, I wanted to know 100% of my abilities and equipment.

I shot the web onto the table and then took samples, I wanted to clean up the rest at the end. First I looked under the microscope. The web looked almost identical to a spider's, but its fibers were much thicker and seemed to be stronger than those of spiders. Out of curiosity, I once examined the properties of a spider's web, so I saw every difference. Then I did more research.

Right after I finished my experiments, I heard the teacher tell the rest of the class to go put away all the equipment they were using at the back, where I was currently located.

Damn it. I hadn't even had time to clear the rest of the web off the table yet.

I started nervously cleaning the bench after the experiments, but when I wanted to put one of the beakers back in its place, it refused to detach from my hand.

This is what you meant when you said this morning to avoid touching unnecessary things, you idiot.

"Come on, let go, let go." I repeated to myself under my breath.

I tried with all my might to put the beaker down, but it was still stuck. I quickly moved my hand up and down to get the object out of my hand. It finally came loose, fell to the floor, and broke.

"NO!" I shouted.

"Parker, are you okay?" Asked the teacher, who had obviously heard everything.

"Yyeah, just one beaker broke, I'll clean that up. Better not let anyone come in here for now, because there's glass everywhere on the floor."

"Fine, but you'll have to take all the equipment used by the rest of the class back to the back room later. I'm not going to make them stay over break to give you time to clean up," she said, slightly irritated.

"Okay, I'll deal with it after I finish cleaning up here," I replied. I'm angry with myself for extending the time I had to spend at school.

It took me over fifteen minutes to clean up and bring stuff back. Luckily I managed to finish during the break and the next class having lessons here didn't see me. After everything was over, I finally returned home with an unplanned delay. I went to my room, threw my backpack on the floor, changed into more comfortable clothes, all in black, put on a balaclava so no one would recognize my face and took three bottles with me.