A Spiders New Life. A Spiderman fanfiction.

The Dart and The Worry

Peter sighed as he turned off his alarm clock. Monday. Great. He rolled dramaticly onto the floor before standing up and getting dressed. His morning routine was plain, simple, and boring. In fact, it was probubly the most normal thing about him other than having to go to school. He has been alot tencer ever since his identity was revealed. He no longer had to worry about his family, but he did have to worry about himself. Now he couldn't relax as Peter Parker. He was always on high alert. Now the villains and nut jobs that spidey delt with were also Peters problem, even if it was only one person, he still separated himself. Spiderman was like Peters other half, a part of him, but separate at the same time. It was like whole different parts of your personality coming out with different people. Kind, nerdy, shy, weak, alone. That was Peter. Fast, funny, outgoing, strong, perfect. That was spidey. Peter was like poler opposites to himself and his halfs. It was confusing when you really thought about it.

He found himself on auto pilot most of the day. It was so repetitive. Hide your face from paparazzi. Do your work wile you avoid every look thrown your way. Catch people's books in the halls and stop Flash from being a dick. More work and hiding again before a run as spidey and any homework, followed by a much needed sleep. All of that wile constantly looking over your sholder in fear of being jumped by some douchbag with a plan to end his life. It was a rut, and Peter had ground himself so deep that he couldn't climb out even with his spider powers. It was so close to depressing it was scary.

Today was different though. Instead of walking with his face down he decided he needed to face the music that this was his life now. After all, he couldn't hide from the cameras, avoid glares, and wash it all away forever. Could he? Peter walked with his hood down and his head held high. He made eye contact and smiled at people. He still sat in the same place at lunch, but instead of his one word answers to all the questions he was asked, he told story's about his adventures, his upbringing as the hero he was, despite feeling useless sometimes. He made little quips when Flash had to be pushed away from some poor kid in the hall. You'd think he would have learned by now, seriously! Peter was going to slowly jump out of his rut. He even decided he didn't need a stall to change for gym. People knew his identity, why hide your perfectly toned abbs when you can show them off, right? Peter was finaly relaxing. He still hated the paparazzi though. He had to take a deep breath before walking out the front doors of his school and braving the blinding flashes and deafening questions with his head held high, a smile on his face, and a friendly but shy wave to the cameras wile his other hand stayed in his pocket and close to his side. He blushed and kept all his limbs as close as possible, somehow still seeming less introvert-y. You've got to give him credit though, he escaped the cameras eyes fast enough to give quicksilver a run for his money.

Peter was around three blocks away from Stark tower, the quietest and emtyest part of the city, when the air started to smell funny. He looked around and saw that nobody else was outside in sight. Strange for new York. He then saw a yellow tinted gas coming from a slightly open door two buildings in front of him. The gas was so subtle that you could barely see it when it was concentrated. What is that stuff? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Peter saw that the gas was riseing, so he made a b-line for the other side of the street and upwind. His spidey sence should have gone off when he was near the gas. Why didn't it? Something is very wrong... Turns out, there was nothing wrong with he gas. It was a distraction. Shit.

Peter knew he had to get home. He had to do it fast. Even without spidey sence you would know something was wrong. He felt uneasy. He was a block away when he had to do a flip to avoid a shot of some kind of dart and a barrel role to avoid another. He took off running at full speed towards the tower, picking up a dart on the way, wanting to know wat was inside. Seeing him running away from something, knowing who he was, must have been startling, considering people ran and hid in the nearest building. Peter could now see the towers entrance, he knew he could make it if he could avoid getting shot. He stopped for half a second to lean back and dodge a dart before doing a summersult forwards to get some momentum and perfectly takeing off into a sprint as he stood. Once he was close enough to the building for Jarvis to hear him, he yelled.
"JARVIS! LOCK THE DOORS BEHIND ME!!" Peter screamed as he ran for the door that Jarvis held open for him. The door shut at the last second, one dart shooting in and embedding itself in his leg. Peter let himself drop to the floor as he lay on his back panting, struggling to catch his breath. Jarvis must have informed the others, because the elevator door opened and the rest of the team came running out and to Peters side.
"Woah! Peter! What the hell is going on? What happened to you?" Steve questioned.
"I'm... Fine." Peter groaned, sitting up and catching the dart in his leg. Empty. "Shit!" He grumbled as he pulled it out with a wince. He then threw it across the room and handed Tony the one he picked up from the ground, happy that it was still full.
"Here, take this. See what it is. Same thing was in the dart in my leg." He tried to stand up, suddenly getting dissy and had to put a hand on Steves sholder to steadily himself, hiding his concern when his vision blurred a little.
"Um... ok? Woah, you good kid?" Tony questioned, seeing Peters woosyness.
"Ya... I'm fine... just, just a little dissy..." Peter said slowly and groggily. Everyone instantly put two and two together.
"It's the drugs! Steve, he's gonna-" Bruce started to say first, getting cut off by Peter finaly passing out thanks to the drugs, landing with a loud thump on the ground, clearly out cold.
"-pass out..." Bruce finished as he stared at the unconscious Peter on the floor. Everyone was dumbfounded so Natasha jumped into action.
"Ok. We don't know what that stuff is so let's get him to Bruce's lab for monitoring until we find out what was in that dart. Tony you and Bruce run some tests on the dart Peter gave you and Steve you carry him. Well move him later if it's harmless." Natasha instructed. Everyone shook their heads to clear their minds and did as they were told. Steve gently carried Peter to the lab and layed him down carefully. Everyone instantly crowded him, all but the two scientists at least, they got to work.
"You better wake up punk. I'll kick your ass if you die." Clint said with a humorless chuckle at his awful atempt to brighten the mood. Silence was all he got.