Life as Spiderwoman

How I became Spiderwoman

The night Peter had told me his secret I hadn't realize the whole meaning of it.

He was my idol, the person that saves lives every day by risking his own. The person that had jumped into a burning house to save a baby from dying, while he himself could be burned alive, the worst pain that exists.

Peter and my relationship hadn't lost trust, no, quite contrary to that, but I never thought about the fact that one day one of my friends would prove to be Spiderman.

I mean, how crazy is that? How low is the percentaged probability for that?

The next day I left the house for school not through the door but through my window and Peter and me flew to school, for my first time.

Though I loved flying over New York so much, Peter insisted on going home by bike again, because the more often we would fly, the higher the probability would become, that my parents would see me on the newspaper like that.

Half of the way went well, we took the normal, short way back home and we were okay. Peter drove behind me and I turned around to talk to him.

After a while he screamed my name. He jumped off his bike and the last thing I saw was him running towards me when I crashed into a car that had gotten off the street.

The way to the hospital was strange for me. I was half awake, half unconscious, I couldn't see, but hear what people were saying around me. But even that sounded like my head was wrapped in cotton.

I heard Peter shouting at the people from the emergency service, insisting to drive to the hospital with me. I heard a nurse telling me to say something, make noise or move, but I didn't have enough power.

When I arrived in the hospital some people carried me into the OP. The surgeon said I had lost much blood, then another nurse gave me a narcosis.

I woke up like they do in films. My eyes blinked a few times before I could actually open them.

Peter was sitting on a chair next to my bed and held my hand. A tear streamed down his face, his eyes were closed.

I pulled his hand and whispered "Hey Pete, what's up?" I tried to smile but I had the feeling it looked very strange.

He was extremely happy that I had woken up but he hesitated to hug me and I recognized the cast on my right arm and all the other bandages on my legs. I even had a little bandage on my forehead.

I tried to move my eyebrow and the bandage crinkled. Peter smiled. "Joi, I can't say how much I regret everything, how sorry I am and I..-" "Stop it, Peter, where is your fault? You did nothing wrong, it was me not paying attention."

"But if I had been faster, you wouldn't have crashed into the car. If I had thrown the web a little bit faster, you-" He wanted to go on but suddenly one of the nurses came in.

"I see you woke up. Are you alright? We phoned your parents and they will arrive soon. If you're thirsty you can have some water.", said she and put down a paper cup onto the table on my left. Then she got an announcement and ran out of the room.

I tried to grab the paper cup with my left hand. All of a sudden the cup busted and the water was all over the blanket. I was surprised, I had only touched it slightly.

Peter cleared his throat. I looked at him. I knew what he was going to say.

"Your blood type is very seldom, as you even said yourself, and you know that I have the same blood type.. And there was no other donator.."

There were a million thoughts in my head. They all ended up in the thought that having his blood means having his powers.

"But it won't last for long, Peter. Think about it. After that my body has produced my own blood again.."

"..my blood will still be inside of you for a while, because it is always circulating. And even when it has left your body completely - it has already mutated the rest of your blood.", he completed my sentence.

"Trust me, it was not easy to decide that for you, but they would've had to wait until someone could bring some normal blood from another city and I didn't want them to wait much longer.", he explained.

"You don't need to justify your decision. I would have acted the same way." I only saw that he relaxed a bit and got up to take a bottle of water from another table for me. I also saw how my parents opened the door and then I fell asleep again.