2 Chapter 2

Much to Gwen's relief and obvious surprise, she did get Peter at home without any trouble whatsoever. And she didn't have anything wrong with her, other than the goblin ears, elf ears, whatever one wanted to call them.

"So…..you're not running a fever or anything, that's the best sign as we've established," Gwen said and she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt to allow her some breathing room. It was much tighter against her chest. The blonde hoped that her skin did not turn green or something absurd like that. Because while the ears might be easy enough to hide given some creativity, green skin was far worse. "The spider bite was only the tip of the iceberg, there's the serum vapors. Did you inhale any of it?"

"I don't remember," Peter said and Gwen raised her eyebrow. "I mean, I was distracted by the spider so much that I didn't know whether or not I inhaled them."

"They could have serious ramifications if you inhaled it or perhaps the two would cancel each other out," Gwen said, brushing her fingers through her hair. "But it's not like that, with the pheromones and other powers that you might exhibit."

Gwen could run a test.

"Peter, pick that bookshelf off of the ground," Gwen said to him and Peter raised an eyebrow. "Pick it off the ground and over your head."

If her theory was correct, he might be exhibiting some kind of strength that was proportional to a spider.

Peter did not question that matter too much and he grabbed onto the book shelf. It took a few seconds but much to his surprise, he lifted the jam packed bookshelf over his head.

"Okay, you can lift the bookshelf, not exactly all that impressive," Gwen said and Peter raised his eyebrow. "And by not that impressive, I mean not that impressive based on what you could do."

"What can I do?"

"Well you should be able to lift well over a ton and that could be the baseline minimum of what your strength is capable of," Gwen said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was trying to mentally run through everything in her mind. "Then again, we're going through territory that is increasingly uncharted so….."

"Anything is possible," Peter cut in and Gwen responded by nodding.

"Yes, Pete, you said it, anything is impossible," Gwen said and she closed her eyes. "And your body is still assimilating with those powers. It could be possible that after twenty four hours, you could burn through it and you would be back to normal."

Gwen listened closely and felt Peter's pulse.

"Everything appears to be normal on that front," Gwen said and she ran her hand over the top of his head. "Temperature is normal but….."

Gwen turned around and picked up a large book from her desk. Without warning, she threw it at Peter.

Peter caught the book in his hand, it was almost like he had some kind of warning, telling him that there was some large book flying at his head.

"So, are you going to tell me what the point of that was?" Peter asked, surprised that he caught the book in his hand.

"I was seeing if you had some kind of danger reactive sense, because it has been bred into some of the breads of spiders that OsCorp was using for its experiments," Gwen said and Peter blinked at her. "Although spider sense kind of rolls off of the tongue better, doesn't it?"

"Spider Sense?" Peter asked, raising his eyebrow. He was not about to hide his amusement and Gwen frowned back at him.

"Do you have a better name for it?"

"No, actually I don't," Peter admitted after racking his brain.

"Your stamina should be increased, your speed….we already dealt with strength and you should stick to and be able to climb walls," Gwen said and she was racking her brain for something else. "Along with other surfaces."

"So certain parts of my body can stick to…"

"Yes, but you should be able to consciously turn it off, at least I assume that you can," Gwen said and she took a few seconds to think about what she needed to do. She was all business, even if the thoughts in her mind was less so.

Peter could not help but respond with the obvious statement. "Well you all know what they say about assumptions, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Gwen said, frowning as she bit down on her lip. "But we've got a lot more tests to run and….."

"What about you?" Peter asked, not able to help himself. "You would have some powers due to that green serum cocktail that you inhaled."

"One problem at a time, Pete," Gwen said, waving off that thought. The blonde scientist was curious about Peter's limits. "We're going to test your strength, your speed, and then…..we're going to test your stamina."

Perhaps it was just the perverted teenager that rested in the mind of all teenagers, but Peter was intrigued about what "testing his stamina" entailed.

"Okay, that battery of tests went as planned."

Peter took a breath and there was a smile that crossed his face. "Good, I'm glad."

"Long term…..well that's only something that we could figure out long term," Gwen said and she smiled. "I'm not sure if you're going to have any other attributions of a spider, which could happen, potentially."

Peter had one thing to say. "You mean like I become hairy, grow four extra limbs, and start shooting webbing out of my….."

"Hypothetically those things could happen, yes," Gwen said, looking more thoughtful than anything. Come to think of it, the extra limbs thing might be useful, obviously, for obvious reasons. Her adrenaline was pumping to a heightened level and she needed someone to burn off some steam with soon. Peter was a person that she trusted to give her what they wanted. "But, again, I think that we're going into uncharted territory. There's also this potential chance that your DNA might be altered for some reason before you even got bitten by the spider. Once I run some tests, you'll know….."

"Wait you mean like a mutant," Peter said and Gwen nodded.

"Yes, like a mutant," Gwen said and she ran her hands through her hair. "Of course, there are other stimuli that could bring out unlocked potential in people. Bruce Banner could have very well turned into dust but…..well, he's mostly fine."

"Unless you make him angry," Peters said and Gwen nodded.

"I don't think that there's anything wrong with you," Gwen said, running her hands on Peter's arms. She could feel the subtle muscles forming. "But the problem is, your appetite will increase, and you need to fulfill it."

"So, I'll eat a couple more square meals a day," Peter said and Gwen shook her head. "Oh, you mean….."

"Yes, I mean, these pheromones that you excrete, they shouldn't attract every women within a country mile, but they will lower the inhibitions of those women who would be attracted to you normally," Gwen explained to him and she ran her hands down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to get a better look. "Someone as handsome as you, well there's no question about it, they will have no shortage of female attention."

"Is this…"

"Is it bad, not necessarily," Gwen said and she ran her fingers towards him. "Humans tend to go for one mate, because they are a simplistic species. You on the other hand, are less human, not completely spider, but partially man."

"Like some kind of Spider-Man," Peter muttered, seeing Gwen's bosom strain against her shirt and her cleavage was amazing. It made his mouth dry.

"Go ahead Peter, I'd be offended if you didn't," Gwen encouraged him, looking him straight in the eye. "I want to see how those hands would feel sticking to me."

Peter opened her blouse and pulled it off, revealing more of her soft skin. Her breasts pushed up in a black bra and he could see her strain against the cups.

"Beautiful," Peter said, this was about how he imagined them, actually come to think of it, it was better than he imagined him. And he imagined them to be quite nice.

"Thanks," Gwen said, giving one of her smoldering hot smiles, licking her lips as she looked him over. "You want to free them though."

SNIPPED.

Sometime later, Gwen came to one conclusion.

"Well as I expected, your stamina is about where it should be. But there is always room for improvement."

"Can't really argue with that there," Peter said and Gwen rested lazily on his chest, as his fingers worked through her hair. "I actually feel more refreshed, aren't you supposed to feel….well worn out."

"Are you complaining that you didn't get burned out?" Gwen asked and Peter shook his head. "No, I figured that you wouldn't. About the only thing that we need to figure out is how your powers will function as time goes on and I'll be honest, that's difficult to do right now."

"So maybe on another day," Peter said, glad that he managed to find all of his clothes. That could have been a problem if he would have went home naked

"Yes, and I've got those DNA samples, so I'll be able to take a closer look at how your DNA has gotten changed, don't worry, I'll guard them with my life," Gwen told him and Peter looked over his shoulder towards her. Gwen reached to the wardrobe and pulled out a fresh pair of panties, given that her old ones had been soaked. "And there's my powers which…I'm not sure what. Super strength at the very least, and heightened stamina."

"Among other things," Peter said.

"Well the serum it's untested," Gwen said, after the initial amount of dizziness, she felt fine. "There are rumors that most of the people who had an earlier match tested on them, within sixty seconds, they burst into flames."

Peter jumped up.

"How did they….how did they find people who would….how did….."

Gwen gave him a kiss which soothed his nerves a little bit. "Pete, honey, you'd be surprised with what a few ex-cons would do for a little bit of power."

Peter let out the breath that he had been holding with only one word coming out of his mouth. "Right…..so….it's almost two in the afternoon?"

Gwen laughed. "Time sure flies when you're having fun, and I'm having a lot of fun."

"It's a good thing that your Dad didn't come home….."

"Dad's caught up a lot of the mob activity, the crime rate in this city has tripled," Gwen said and she leaned over and kissed Peter once more on the lips. "If you just tell your Aunt and Uncle that I was tutoring you in something, I'm sure that won't question things too much. They trust you."

"Yes, they do," Peter said and Gwen decided to go for the most obvious point.

"And obviously I was tutoring you in biology…"

"Did you really have to go there?"

Gwen laughed, the smile crossing her face getting even wider. "Well it's true and if there are any problems, you have my cell phone number. Don't worry about if it's too late. This is important and we need to monitor this. The last thing we need is some government agency tracking both of us down and turning us into some kind of super powered lab rats. Or worse, their attack dogs."

"What are the chances of that happening?" Peter asked and Gwen crossed her arms, briefly scoffing. "Yeah, I know, I know."

"You do know," Gwen said and she gave him one more kiss before they left. "I'll see you on Monday, maybe sooner if you're so inclined."

There was no denying that particular invitation. Peter left, he had a short walk to his Aunt and Uncle's house around the block. Although perhaps he should stop and eat something. Gwen did mention that his appetite would be greater.

Gwen sank down on the bed, she should really feel some soreness going through her thighs after what happened but she felt fine.

She did feel her wrists itch and burn slightly. Were they supposed to do that? Gwen wondered if she should apply cream to it or something, that would potentially alleviate the burning.

Little miniature fire balls suddenly shot up from her fingers.

'Oh shit,' Gwen thought as she caught her curtains on fire. While she never really liked those curtains, that was not the point.

Thankfully, she had a fire extinguisher in her room and she was able to extinguish the flames.

Now Gwen was curious to see what the goblin formula did to her. She looked at the mirror and saw her goblin ears still in place.

The blonde screwed her eyes and crunched her nose up for a second. Her ears turned back to normal but it gave her a headache to do so.

'Practice, my body is still changing,' Gwen said, collapsing on the bed. She was going to have to run more tests. Call Pete in about an hour to make sure he got home safely, all that good stuff.

So he could climb walls, this was the only way to travel. Peter thought about some kind of device that he could build to easily swing from wall to wall, going across the city. It would sure save on gasoline and mean that he had no need for a driver's license.

Peter dropped down, being careful not to be seen. In the back of his mind, he already was trying to formulate some kind of web fluid formula. It was slow going.

One of the best things about these new powers was the fact that he no longer needed his glasses. The main problem with that though was he did not know how he was going to explain that to his aunt and uncle.

Peter made his way home, feeling very alive.

He entered the house and saw a note that Aunt May and Uncle Ben were out for the afternoon running errands and they should be back for dinner. Aunt May said that there was sandwiches for him if, he got hungry.

Well that was rather handy, as he was hungry, hungry like the wolf. Or rather a spider.

Peter chowed down on the sandwiches, looking at the Daily Bugle. A special report about how the mysterious Kingpin of Crime had been baffling police. How there was a reward for anyone who would turn in information leading to them to unmask him.

'Hmm, lot of crime in New York City, and I've got power to do something about it,' Peter thought to himself, flipping through the paper and looking at a lot of the fluff pieces. Tony Stark reinvented the wheel yet again and Reed Richards was up for some kind of an award for an invention that only he understood.

Scientific geniuses that he aspired to be like some day, but his parents were that in their own right. They left Peter behind a legacy and many unasked questions.

His cell phone was hot and he smiled as he picked it up.

"Just, calling to make sure you got home safely, Peter," Gwen said.

Peter was quick to answer. "Yes, I got home safely, took a bit of a wall crawling root. I think that some kind of….."

"Careful who you talk about, you don't know who might be listening in," Gwen said. If she could tap into phone conversations easily, with a few pieces of equipment, who knew what the government could be capable of.

"Right," Peter said.

"I'll talk to you on Monday, about the project that we're working on," Gwen said and Peter smiled.

'Like that's not going to pique the curiosity of anyone who is listen in,' Peter said.

"So, have you made any headway?' Peter asked Gwen.

"Loads," she replied, but her voice shook a little bit. "But I'll talk to you about it on Monday. And if you need anything….."

"Believe me, I know you'll be there when I need you," Peter told Gwen.

He had ideas roaming in his head but he felt like he needed to calm down his thoughts. Just because he had all of this new power, did not mean that everything would occur seamlessly.

Peter knew one thing, he had greater clarity of what was going on around him. Perhaps some day, even he could figure out what Reed Richards was talking about.

Norman Osborn smelled a rat, although he could not figure out exactly when and where that rat came out. Never the less, he saw something missing.

One of the OsCorp enhanced spiders were missing. It could not have gotten far.

The security system also failed, for a period of time this morning.

Putting that all together, someone, be it a guest or an employee got themselves bitten by one of the spiders. If there was a corpse out there who died from complications, then they needed to find it. An autopsy would be performed and they would be one step closer to perfecting their formula.

The seconds of time grinded on Osborn, the six months that he had to live, slightly less now, reminded him that time was not a luxury they had.

He was visited by a strange possibility, the fact that someone got bitten and survived.

What could happen then?

It was time to talk to the individual who oversaw the genetic splicing of the experiment. He turned to his assistant.

"Tell Octavius that I'm going to meet with him in five minutes."

There was no question because Osborn did not make requests. He did decisive actions and made demands.

He would go over the employee records, everyone in this building could be a potential carrier or someone who invited the person who got bitten inside the building without his knowledge.

Osborn hated when things were done without his knowledge and if he found the person who got bitten, whether or not they survived, he would have vital information.

To Be Continued.