Irondad & Spiderson // Oneshots

8.Spider Bite.

A/N: In this shot, Peter was never bitten by a spider and is NOT Spiderman...yet...

I walked through the doors of the tower and waved to Happy before entering the elevator. I pressed the button for the twelfth floor where the labs are located and where Mr. Stark would be waiting for me. As I entered the lab area I found Mr. Stark hunched over the mask piece of his suit, most likely making upgrades to improve the suits overall performance.

"Hey, Mr. Stark." This caught Mr. Stark's attention and he turned to look at me.

"Hey Kid," He said as he got up from his chair and walked over to where I stood. 

"How was your day?" We talked for quite a while as I told him every detail about my day, to be fair he's the only person who ever asks me. We then move onto working on our suits and having conversations here and there. We worked till we were both hungry and ordered take out for dinner before continuing our work. That's when I notice a small blue box sitting across the room on Mr. Stark's desk. 

"Uh- Mr. Stark, what is that?" I ask pointing across the room. Mr. Stark looks to where I'm pointing and thinks about it for a minute.

"Oh, I bought that the other day in an auction." This raised so many questions and red flags in my head it almost gave me a headache.

"Ok, but what is it? Where did it come from." I asked waiting for my curiosities to be fulfilled with Mr. Stark's answers.

"It's a radioactive spider. It was for sale on the black market and I thought why not and bought it," Mr. Stark replied like it was the most normal thing in the universe. I didn't question it any further and continued with my work.

It was late when I started to pack my things for the day and head home. Mr. Stark had already left the lab about an hour ago and left me to finish my project. It was about ten-thirty and I was ready to go home and pass out. As I was about to leave I caught a glimpse of the small blue box from earlier no longer on the desk but now laying on the floor. This was probably due to the fact that Mr. Stark accidentally ran into his desk earlier. I walked over to the box and crouched down to get a better look at it.

I immediately realized that the lid of the box was now open and the spider had managed to escape. This struck a newfound fear inside my chest but I didn't have much time to react when I felt a sharp sting on my left hand. I quickly looked down in time to see the small blue and black spider bite me and before I knew what I was doing I screamed and slapped my right hand so hard onto my left hand that it killed the spider. I brushed it off of my hand and backed away from the box until I hit the far wall. I looked from my hand to the dead spider on the floor and didn't know what to do.

It's just a spider bite right? Should I tell Mr. Stark what happened? Should I just leave and go home?

I decided to grab my things and leave the building as quickly as possible, making sure not to bump into Mr. Stark or Happy. I started to not feel well on my way back to the apartment but managed to make it inside before puking my guts out. I locked the bathroom door even though May was working a night shift and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl until there was nothing left to throw up. I sat against the bathroom wall as I studied the bite on my hand. It was red and swollen but it also looked a little blueish and purplish. That's when I started to panic.

I didn't know what to do or who to call. I was alone locked in the bathroom of the apartment puking my guts out with a temperature starting and a huge swollen radioactive spider bite on my hand. So I did the only logical thing, I called my best friend.

"Hey, Peter? What's up?"

"Ned I don't know what to do..." I said in a shaky voice after a cold sweat and chills broke out across my body.

"Dude, What's wrong?" I could hear the concern and panic that laced his voice, I didn't want to make him worried I just didn't want to be alone. I was now embarrassed for being so weak to call Ned about my problems, I shouldn't have called in the first place.

"Uh- you know what man nevermind I didn't mean to make you worried I'm just coming down with a terrible cold is all. Just thought I'd let you know I won't be in school for the next few days, ok?" I prayed that he bought the excuse but I didn't know what I was expecting, Ned knows me better than anyone.

"Dude I know something's up so just tell me."

"IwasbitbyaradioactivespideratMr.Stark'slabandnowimreallysickandfeelweird," I said everything so fast that it ran together but it felt good to let it all out. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a minute before Ned spoke again.

"What?" I then decided to not repeat what I had said but instead deal with this whole mess on my own. I never want to drag Ned into something this.

"It's nothing man don't worry about it, I'll text you later ok? Bye." I hung up the phone before Ned could reply and threw it across the room in frustration. I spent the rest of that night sitting on the bathroom floor. I would repeatedly throw up, shiver, cry, blackout, and repeat. It all repeated until I finally passed out for good after what felt like a hellish forever.

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A/N: So here's my take on Peter Parker becoming Spiderman! I definitely changed things from the original story (which was kinda the point). Anyways I want to do a part two to this so let me know if you're interested in that, I'll probably write one anyways but I always appreciate the feedback. Sorry, this took so long but my family and I just got back from Canada/Toronto which was amazing and I'll work on this book as soon as possible.

Q&A: Have you ever been to Canada or another country (If so where)? Do you like to travel?

Ok, see you soon, BYEEEEE!!!