MJ followed Peter into his room, the guy brushing off his aunt. "I'm fine. Really. We're just gonna hang out and play some video games."

"Oh, alright," She sighed before looking to MJ. "Let me know if you need anything or if he starts coughing a bit hard."

"Can do, May," MJ said, saluting happily, watching as the woman stepped out. She then looked to Peter as he laid on the bed, rubbing his face. "Okay. So…" Peter blinked at her. "Well, you said you had something to show me."

Peter nodded and stood, biting his lip. "Don't...freak out," He said softly.

MJ blinked. "Are you going to flash me your dick?" She joked. Upon his look, she held her hands up. "Sorry. A lot happened so…"

Peter nodded, glancing at her leg. "Why aren't you sitting?" He scolded, making her smile as she sat at his desk. "Okay. Close your eyes."

MJ pursed her lips but did so. She heard Peter take a deep breath before a soft thump was heard above her. "Okay. Open."

MJ opened her eyes and stared in surprise as she saw Peter standing...on the ceiling, upside down. She blinked and tried to stand, but her leg protested. She gulped. "No strings?"

"Nope. And if there were, I doubt the ceiling could support my weight," He admitted. She nodded. "It's the only reason I'm even alive and-" Peter blinked and dropped down, quickly flopping on the bed.

MJ blinked but the door opened, revealing May. "I got sodas," She hummed happily, setting them on the desk. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Peter yawned. MJ blinked, knowing how much he hated lying to his aunt.

May just smiled and nodded. "Alright. I'll leave you to be now."

Peter watched the door before looking at MJ as she looked at him. "Okay...how?"

"I don't know...Ever since we broke into that weird building, it's just been like this." He gripped a Captain America action figure he'd had since he was a kid, opening his palm and holding it so his palm was facing down, the figure still clinging to his open palm. "My hands just stick, my eyesight has gotten crazy better, and I can just hear everything. It's like everything's been cranked up to eleven!"

MJ blinked. "Peter...are you Twilight now?"

Peter blinked then thought about it and shook his head. "I don't think so," He muttered. He threw his hands up. "MJ...what do I do?"

"Well, how does this whole thing work? Like, just crawling on walls and heightened senses?" Peter nodded. "You're so Twilight."

"Gross," He groaned. "That was cool back in sixth grade. Now I'm just cringing. What do I do?" He sighed, falling back against the bed. He eyed the details of his action figure, noting the chipping paint. He reminded himself to repaint it later.

"Well...You've got superpowers now...and Harry's missing. Why don't we try finding him?"

"I don't know. When I went back to that lab, there were these guys in there looking for something. Something is fucked up there."

"Well let's go back-"

"No. I'm not...no," He muttered, curling up. "They started shooting at me."

MJ watched him as her fire dwindled. She said and curled up behind him, hugging him. He sniffled and hid his face in his pillow. "Hey. You're okay. No one got hurt."

"But Harry's missing now. And there was this monster inside with the fire guy...What the fuck is going on?" He whispered.

MJ sighed, squeezing him. "I don't know. The police are looking into everything but I don't think...I don't know if they're going to find Harry in there. I mean, there are bodies, yeah, but...they are all the lab techs that were working that floor where the fire started."

Peter shifted, blinking. "Why was that guy there? The fire dude I mean."

"Could have to do with some genetic experiment go wrong?" Peter blinked and turned to her. "Think about it: Oscorp is focused on genetic research. Mr. Osborn changed it to that after his wife passed away. He's a corporate guy and who knows. Harry could have that same genetic disease in him somewhere. If he were to get sick and there would've been a way to help it, Osborn would drink himself under for not doing it."

Peter nodded. "I guess...But what about that black goo monster? And the cronies at that underground lab?"

MJ hummed and smirked. "Sounds like you might've stumbled across a crazy conspiracy. What are you gonna do about it, Twilight?"

Peter sighed and nodded. "Let's focus on finding Harry. We can worry about conspiracy theories later."

"Well, you gotta figure out how to sneak into the Oscorp tower without getting police attention. And crawling on the ceilings might end up in getting you in trouble with fingerprinting. Wait, can you do all that with gloves on?"

Peter tugged at the hoodie and adjusted the ski mask on his face. "Uh, MJ...I don't know about this," he muttered.

"You'll be fine. If anything, keep the Bluetooth earpiece on so we can keep talking. We should consider throwing in some kind of camera so I can see what you do. Dude, what if you can kick ass like this?"

"No. I don't want to hurt people."

"That's fine and all, but people will wanna hurt you. There's nothing wrong with protecting yourself." She said simply. "Let me know what you can find. I'll try and compile some notes and evidence so we have everything we need."

Sorry about the delay in the update. I'm going through a lot of emotional issues right now and was having trouble figuring out how to write the chapters to come. I do hope you all enjoy this!