Spider-Man Evolution

A Weaving Web

“Knock, knock!” 

Peter Parker groans as he twists in his bed, away from the door.

“Peter!” His sister calls out to him.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

The boy curls into himself and presses the end of his pillow against his exposed ear.

“Peter!~” 

It didn't help much.

The preteen moans, he lets the pillow go and sits up, his blanket falling off his bare torso, “What?!” He asks with irritation.

His door swings open and Teresa Parker marches into his room, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor before jumping in his bed with an excited gleam in her eyes, holding her phone in hand.

The girl is wearing Batgirl pajamas; the shirt and pants are gray with the pants having a pale purple almost pink accent while the shirt sleeves sharing the same color. The pants have gold and bright pink bat symbols while the shirt has a large gold symbol with a black oval behind it.

“You were there, right?!” She shows the picture of his alter ego, the Human Spider, “At Times Square, right?! I can't believe you got to see him! The pictures and video you took were amazing! Do you have more, can I see them?!”

Peter blinks and snorts, he ruffles his sister's hair, “I wasn't actually there, I was testing a drone I made and happened to catch the Human Spider and no, I don't have any more footage.”

Teresa pouts and flops down, “Ah, that sucks.” She turns on her side and stares up at the older boy with a deadpan stare. “And Human Spider really? You're such a dork.”

The genius sputters, “Wha‐ what exactly was I supposed to name him? He can wallcrawl and can spin webs, he's a human spider!”

The girl shakes her head, “Yeah but it doesn't really roll off the tongue, ya know? Like, like, oh! Webweaver or… or Webslinger! Now that's a superhero name!” She sits up with excitement.

“Superhero?” Peter snorts and pushes himself off the bed, “Te, he isn't a superhero, this isn't a comic book.”

“You sure?” She asks dubiously, turning to look at her brother who sits at the computer chair, “I mean he has superpowers, like real superpowers, it seems kind of a waste not to use them to help people right?”

“Just because he has powers doesn't mean he has a, a duty to put his life at risk for complete strangers. I mean he probably has no training, no real grasp on criminology, just because he has superpowers doesn't mean he can… can just start roaming the city looking for crime to stop.”

Teresa pouts, “I guess, I mean he's no Batman, right?”

“Right.” The genius nods.

“Hey, what were those things on his wrists? It looked like his webs came out of them.”

Peter pretends to think about it, “Well real spiders can't shoot out their webbing like the Human Spider, they may be acting as pseudo grappling hooks, allowing his webs to be pushed out at high speeds so he can swing… if the webs are natural at all.”

His sister's face twists in confusion, “You think they're fake?”

Smiling he leans in, “Well spider's don't shoot webs out of their wrists, Te.”

Teresa's face scrunches up in disgust, “I see your point.”

Laughing he stands back up and gives the girl a hug, kissing the top of her head, “You know I recently came into some money, why don't we go out and get some breakfast?” He asks, lets her go. “And after, let's go shopping.”