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It had been four months since the incident at the Osborn Research Lab and the spider bite that gave him his strange abilities; bizarre though it is.

He was no expert, be he knew he shouldn't get spider powers from a spider 'bite'.

It had been one month since he made a chemical webbing compound and special canisters to hold it in.

That was odd too; spider bite nor spider powers should relay the knowledge of how to make webbing naturally or otherwise. If it were natural, it would be coming out of his ass. (Thank God it wasn't.)

Something wasn't adding up. He was beginning to worry that someone had engineered all of this.

It had been two weeks since he discovered retractable mandibles in his mouth that could inject someone with venom if he bit someone with them. (And my, wasn't THAT a unique tooth brushing experience.) Study of venom revealed a powerful paralysis toxin. Possibly lethal depending on size and body weight.

Odd but useful. He had canisters of that too.

So now what?

"There has to be money in this somewhere."

"Peter!" Two female voices chorused and brought him out of his ponderings.

Looking down the crowded school hall, he saw his two high school crushes, Gwen and Mary Jane both making their way toward him and glaring at each other the whole time.

He cringed. What were the odds that the two girls that once ignored him; would both take an interest in him at the same time?

Obviously pretty good.

Probably around the same time that their boyfriends were revealed to be a couple of man hoes. (And really, they were high school football players. How did you expect anything less?) Peter had offered them sage advice in the form of "If it doesn't work, try something different."

They took it in the form of "Bad Boys don't work. Try someone that isn't Flash Thompson."

Someone that isn't Flash Thompson = Peter Parker.

How do you say no to two girls you were once crazy about?

And yes, 'once.'

Crushes fade. He'd given up hope on dating either of them when he was a sophomore. Now he was left with an impossible decision to make. Bombshell vs. bombshell.

"Hey Pete." Gwen hooked an arm through his having reached him first.

"Mr. Parker – whoa!" Mary Jane twisted and fell as she approached and was nearly run over by another student.

Instinct made him reach out and grab an arm before she fell to the floor, pulling her back to her feet. That was something else he needed to work on. The odd buzzing sensation he felt whenever in potentially harmful situation. A sixth sense.

It seemed he learned something new about spider's everyday. In most cases it was only a very faint buzzing, but when he'd been at a supermarket during a robbery, the faint buzzing turned into a loud buzzing like headache.

Instinct had told him to duck. Good thing too as a bullet when flying through the shelf a second later. It wasn't only him that it reacted to though. It reacted to other people in close vicinity to him.

"Thanks." Mary Jane blushed. She kept hold of his arm as she stood up. Ignoring the glare from Gwen she looked at Peter in surprise. She and Peter were both about the same in weight and she was taller than him by a few inches, yet he lifted her with no visible effort. "You're stronger than you look." She appraised him.

He might have rubbed his head sheepishly were his arms available for use. "I exercise after school. Healthy body makes a healthy mind and all that."

True. He had been going to the gym after hours if only to try and find his limits.

Gwen was also taller than him, (And why cant spider powers make someone taller?) smiled down at him with a saucy wink. "I might have to join you sometime."

Deftly, he snatched his arms back and stepped away before they started another tug o war. "Oh, look at the time!" He looked at his bare wrist and slapped a hand over it. "Gotta go!"

And was gone.

Mary Jane glared back at Gwen. "Nice job at scaring him off."

The crowd seemed to feel a fight in the air as suddenly there was a wide berth around them. Any second now…

"Cat Fight!"

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He made his was into the heart of the city as silently as he could across the rooftops and skyscrapers.

He already knew his strength was about 10 times stronger than a normal person. 15 times stronger maybe if he exerted himself. With practice he could swing between buildings using a thicker stickier compound of webbing. His agility had increased exponentially seeing as he hadn't been able to bend backwards before the incident, let alone do the splits.

The hard part was the feet. Like a spider he could stick to walls and ceilings; even climb them. But it required skin contact or something very like it.

Skin contact was a good way to get your fingerprints 'everywhere' especially when you climbed walls and ceilings. He was currently reduced to wearing socks and a dirty pair of thin white military ceremonial gloves.

All in all it worked out. He was wearing grays, blacks and browns. He knew enough to know that wearing straight black was not the way to blend into the shadows.

Tonight's exercise was that of stealth in combination with his sixth sense to see just where his strengths were. He wasn't about to go out swinging and acting like a hero without knowing all the ins and outs of his powers.

An alarm sounded below on the street.

"That'll work."

Creeping down the wall of the building alley, he spied around the corner.

A jewel store robbery. One street lamp. No lookout. Shadowed corner by the door and broken window. Don't silently a leap taking 1.5 seconds in performance.

Done. He peeked into the broken window where the robbing robbers robbed.

Again no lookout.

Stupid.

Faint buzzing sensation. No change.

'Come on, you stupid sixth sense. Tell me where the camera's are…" He concentrated and tried to block out his other senses a moment.

Faint buzzing sensation… Low key on the left? Only one way to know.

Stupid robbers were still paying no attention. He jumped through the window and leapt up to the ceiling making no sound.

Score! The camera was angled in the other direction. Stupid robbers wore masks but no gloves. Idiots. The cops can still identify you.

Web canister was 3/4ths full. Web canister looked like a can of hair spray duct taped under his wrists. 'I'll have to look into reinforcing it. Might make a good clubbing weapon.'

He aimed the web shooter, 'That's a good name. I might have to call it that.' At the head of one of the robbers. Right about…

Brrrrrringg!

Thwip!

"Ah hell."

"Damn it Mark! I told you to turn you're cell off before we left!" One of the robbers turned to another while waving a gun in frustration.

"I know, I know!" Another pulled a cell from his jacket. "Hey! Its not mine!"

Brrrrrringg!

"Hey! There it is!" A third robber pointed his gun at Peter and saw a rope tied to his wrist and looked to where the other end of the rope was connected. "He's stealing our shit!"

"Get him!"

BLAM BLAM!

Brrrrr- Beep. "Hey Uncle Ben!" He held the phone to his ear and jumped out of the window, holding a bag his webbing was stuck to. Police sirens came sounding around the street corner. "That's my queue to leave."

"That's your queue to come home." Uncle Ben replied. "Where are you? We thought you were in your room. When we didn't find you we got worried."

"Sorry Uncle Ben." Peter jumped up to a wall and shot a line of web to the roof, pulling himself… TRYING to pull himself up while holding a phone and a large bag webbed to ones arm.

"I thought I said something. I'm over at a friends house studying for a math exam coming up." He hauled himself up to the room just as the police arrived and began apprehending the robbers. "We ended up passing out on the couch watching TV until the phone woke me up."

"It's after Ten Peter."

"I know. I'm sorry Uncle Ben. I'm on my way home right now."

"Why did I hear police sirens?"

"They were just driving by."

"Okay. You're usually pretty good at letting us know where you are. Let Harry know I said Hi and that he can drop by anytime. And stay safe on the way home."

"Sure thing Uncle Ben! See you shortly."

Beep.

He watched the police drive off with the robbers and looked down at the bag of gold, jewels, and high priced jewelry in his hands. "Well, I suppose technically there is money in it."