The tribulations of one Peter Parker

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⚠️Panic attack⚠️

Peter turned a corner when a thought struck him. I'm alone. Of course he knew he was alone, he had always been alone... emotional mentally, but never physically not since his parents were alive. He felt his breathing speed up as the sound of the rain became unbearable. It felt as though his lungs were constricting, he couldn't get enough air. He fell back against a wall and sank to the floor, his pants dampening with the rain water. Hands pulled at his hair as he tried to figure out what was happening. It was all too much, his hands moved from his hair to punching the ground. A steady rhythm, thump, thump, thump. He was able to steady his breathing, and closed his eyes. Immediately opening them when he felt a sharp pain in his neck.  He reached his hand back and slapped it, a small red and blue spider fell into a puddle leading to a drain. He rubbed his aching neck and decided heavy as well stay here, as during his attack the rain had subsided.

He woke up shivering, and confused. It took a few minutes to recall the previous night. His clothes were dry at least, but he was still freezing. It was winter weather, he looked up. The sky was a thin sheet of paper, it was going to snow. He stood up and a wave of dizziness and nausea hit him. He turned and threw up into the dumpster near him. God his head hurt, and his neck. The spider, shit now I'm going to die. When the nausea subsided he stumbled forwards and towards Central Park. He found a dry piece of land near a massive tree and say down. Pulling at the grass to calm himself and the nausea that returned. However, the sickness soon disappeared as fast as it came. He noticed that the grass had started to stick to his hands as he pulled at it. He narrowed his eyes and tried to pull the grass of his hand. A string like substance stuck the green blade to his hand and he pulled harder, the string eventually snapping. Weird.

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It took a total of five weeks for Peter to figure out what happened to him. The spider that bit him had escaped from Oscorp, the company had been doing tests on the arachnids and an employee who was quickly fired, left the tank to one open. He could now climb walls, shoot webs from his wrists and hear and see things he never could. His senses had been dialed to some crazy number, and based on the data in the articles it was near 11. He knew this was real as he would sometimes get hit with immense pain, the light was too bright, he could hear every heart beat and feel every string that made up his clothes. These moments forced him onto his knees where he screamed because the bottle up pain had to be let loose.

The words of his late uncle stick with him and he decided to do something good, so he got to work. He found old red and blue clothes in dumpsters around the city and layered them in a way that resembled a onesie, but that didn't patter to Peter, all he needed was a mask to cover his identity.

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He had taken down his fifth mugger of the night when he started to feel incredibly drowsy. It came to him then that he hadn't eaten or slept in over three days. He didn't know what to do either because he couldn't get food anywhere, he had no money. He was making his way back to his "home" which happened to be the first place he fell asleep. The place where his life changed. When he heard electrical buzzing, this was normal as he heard a lot more now, but what wasn't normal was the voice coming from the source of the buzzing. Sir, he doesn't appear to be dangerous, if anything he appears to be malnourished. Thanks J, but we can't take any precautions this dude's been fighting people for weeks, granted they are bad guys but fury wants us to bring him in. Peter wondered who Fury was and more importantly who the person talking was. Before he could figure
it out a bright blue light caused him to topple, the light too much for his ever sensitive eyes. J, I didn't even hit him. All I did was charge the beam! Yes, it appears even the light was able to disable him. Who was talking? Peter wondered, the thought getting lost within the headache tangled within his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt someone coming closer, he bit back tears and flung himself at the person. He was wearing a red and gold suit of armor. Stark, were coming to assist. Target is hostile. "Hostile? Me? I'm just protecting myself" he whined, biting his cheek to keep from screaming. The noises were too much. However they were nothing compared to the sudden pain in his lower back, as his body was thrown around he realized it was some kind of red white and blue shield. He tried to get up but found he couldn't move. He could feel the tears on his muscles and the inflaming of his spine. Every breath moved his body which sent pain throughout his body. He opened his eyes in slits and realized there were four people standing over him. One was stage man in the red and gold suit, the other was the man with the shield whose outfit matched the patriotic theme. The third had red hair and looked deadlier than the others, one hand kept over a gun and the other over a knife. The last person had dirty blond hair and a bow in his hand, they were talking but peter could only hear their heart beats. He finally gave in when the man in the suit picked him up. He screamed a wrecked sound, and tears pushed over the walls. His breathing sped up and eventually he was unconscious.