Spider-Man Evolution

Destiny Takes Another Shot

Peter Parker sits at his workstation in the basement of his home, mixing a new concoction of his bioadhesive, or as he dubbed it in his mind, web fluid.

As the chemicals bind together it quickly expands and solidifies but remains active. Laughing he takes a pen to poke at the white substance before pulling.

The compound sticks to the end of the writing tool and stretches, he stands up before taking several steps back, it extends with him.

His body shakes in excitement as he continues moving all the way to the opposite side of the room, “Yes!” ‘They said it was a waste of time, that I should focus on something more worthwhile but I did it! I did it!’ 

Peter jumps and, like it's as natural as breathing, back flips. He blinks and stares down at himself in astonishment before giggling, “Awesome…”

Right, he has powers. Legitimate super powers! He needs to test them, find his limits, he knows the bare bones of what he can do from the genome analysis but… there's a difference between knowing and knowing.

Peter looks at his hands before looking up at the ceiling with a gleam in his eyes he leaps up with more force than intended leaving cracks in the cement floor, and his hands along with his bare feet cling to the surface.

Looking down he knows he should feel a sense of vertigo, human beings are not meant to be upside down but… nothing.

“Oh this, this is going to be fun!” Peter grins before the smile drops from his face as he can't release his hold on the surface, “Oh… oh no.”

He tries to pull himself down, as gently as he possible can because he doesn't want to tear the concrete out, the boy scruches his face in concentration.

After a minute panic sets in briefly as it just isn't happening, closing his eyes he takes a deep breath to starve off the panic and eventually he drops from the ceiling but immediately rights himself before landing, crouching on all fours. 

Standing up straight, he blinks before giggling and walks up the stairs to the main house, entering the home. 

The genius walks over to the closet down the hall that's below the staircase that leads up the second floor. Opening it, he finds what he's looking for, a pair of Ben's boots.

They were pale suede and seen better days, not that it really mattered to the preteen.

Slipping them on before lacing them up, he closes the hall closet and strides to the entrance of his home, he opens the door and closes it behind him.

At first the boy walks, a bubbling excitement sitting in his gut at how to test his new abilities before he starts jogging, impatience buzzing underneath his skin, and then he starts running.

He runs so fast, it feels like he's flying.

It's not long until he sees people.

He tries to stop before he runs someone over but can't, at the speed he’s going it's simply not possible but then something clicks and he finds it so incredibly easy to move through the crowd, finding the right path to avoid them all. 

When he does slow the boy finds himself walking the streets of Queens proper, usually he's at home or at University with the occasional family outing but he's never really just walked the streets by himself with no destination in mind.

Looking up at an apartment building three stories high, he strolls in the nearby alleyway.

Peter places his left hand on the brick wall but the stickiness from before is nowhere to be found, ‘Hm?’