Why the world needs a Spider-man

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At fourteen years old, Peter Parker had just started his high school career at Midtown: School of Science and Technology. A genius school, although Peter would never call it that. Peter didn't believe himself to be above average at anything. In fact, Peter was quite clumsy when it came to athletics or even daily life and was considered by his peers to be somewhat of a nerd, so he was very glad to find that he excelled enough in his studies to get into such a prestigious school, especially since his best friend would also be attending Midtown High.

Peter and his best friend Ned Leeds spent their days together like many other fourteen-year old's would- staring at their phones and sending each other the latest memes, watching movies, building Lego sets, studying and doing homework, and had both signed up to be on their school's academic decathlon team.

Peter's home life differed only slightly from the average American teenager. Peters parents had passed when he was a young boy. To be honest, Peter hardly remembered them. After the tragedy had occurred the only family member that Peter had was his Aunt May Parker, thus Peter had been sent to live with her.

Since Peter spent most of his life with his aunt caring for him, he didn't feel as though he'd missed out on having a parental figure in his life. She gave Peter everything he needed- a home, food, clothes, a good education, and most importantly a loving family. May had never planned to have any biological children but was more than willing to take Peter in when needed. She had loved Peter with all of their hearts since before he was even born.

Only one month into the school year Peter's class was going on their first field trip. Ned and Peter were thrilled to get out of school and go see a lab where real scientists worked every day on cutting edge experiments and technology! When the class entered the facility, they had been given strict orders not to touch anything and to stay with their group. Peter had had to ask his teacher for a bathroom break midway through one of the labs and the teacher, being just as engrossed in the science of it all as the students were, dismissed Peter to go on his own and told him to hurry back. On his way to find the restrooms, Peter had stumbled upon an empty lab and hadn't been able to stop himself from checking it out.

Peter flicked the lights on and saw that inside the lab were many aquariums, but not with fish inside. Spiders. Peter quickly found himself wanting to exit the room, his arachnophobia overpowering his curiosity. As Peter grabbed the door handle a spider fell from the ceiling onto his hand and immediately buried its fangs into Peters skin. The bite really hurt, and Peter flung the spider onto the ground and noticed it had died.
Peter then made his way to the bathroom feeling a bit queasy and hot. Inside the restroom Peter felt as though he may pass out, so he sat for a while until the feeling passed and then left the restroom to make his way back to the group.

When he found his classmates, Ned had looked at him concerned, asking if he were alright, as he'd been gone quite a while and he was looking a bit pale and clammy. Peter shrugged his shoulders and assured his best friend that he was just fine and he may just have a slight stomach bug, but he didn't want their teachers to know, as he wanted to finish the tour. Peter finished the field trip and took the subway home trying to ignore the way the skin around the spider bite ached.

The next couple weeks proved to be very interesting for Peter as he found that the skin on his hands and feet could stick to surfaces. His athletic abilities seemed to have developed over night and Peter's endurance was much higher in PE. He could run faster, climb higher, do push-ups and pull-ups, and life weights without a problem. Peter of course had capped the weight lifting at a reasonable heaviness, though the boy knew he could do so much more.
Peter's senses had also become better. Everything looked so much brighter and clearer than before. Everything was louder and more precise. Peter thought to himself that his senses seemed to have been dialed to eleven. It made it hard to focus.

Peter was a smart boy, so it hadn't taken him long to figure that the spider that had bitten him had been enhanced somehow and upon injecting its poison into him, had spread its enhancement to his bloodstream. Peter almost felt bad for killing the spider now, almost.

For a month Peter had spent most of his free time finding places to be alone after school to hone his new abilities and figure out how strong he was and what he could use these powers for. Peter, being the good boy he was, only wanted to use this for good. He wanted to help people. He wanted to be like the Avengers.

Peter Parker remembers very well the day Tony Stark announced he was Iron Man. Peter also remembers the big mess that was New York a few years later when the Avengers fought the battle against Loki and won, thanks to Iron Man's stupid self-sacrificing bravery. Peter thought all of the Avengers were awesome, but Tony Stark and Bruce Banner topped his list because of their amazing scientific knowledge. He aspired to be like them. Maybe, Peter thought, now that he could do things that most people couldn't do, maybe now that he was enhanced, he could join the Avengers, but no. The Avengers would never let a fourteen-year-old kid on their team, and Peter wasn't even close to having the kind of training they had, so first he'd need to get himself ready and maybe in a few years he could join in on a battle with his heroes.

Peter went home and rummaged through his clothing. He picked out some clothes and got to work making himself a Spider suit. He chose the colors red and blue. He fashioned some goggles in just the right way so that they could calm his enhanced vision and keep him focused. He made sure his face would be fully covered, if he was going to be a superhero, he didn't want anyone doubting him because he was a kid. If he was scared, he didn't want anyone to see.

Peter began going out each night in his homemade suit and looking for anything he could use his powers to help with. So far, he had mainly saved stray cats and dogs from being run over or taken to kill shelters. But Peter quickly realized that if he were to try and help people, he would need a quicker means of escape that sticking himself to the side of a building and crawling up or just running away, and that's when Peter got to work on his web fluid. A spider needed a web, right?