3 Gwen Stacy

The shwarma was good. So was Central Park. On the way, I bought two white mice. The ones that are used for lab experiments. The seller did look at me suspiciously but let me buy them in the end.

This is New York... no one gives a fuck.

I inquired at a few gyms as well, and in the end, I chose one of them and booked a membership. 106$ per month. With the white mice being 10$ in total. So my total revenue expenditure was 116$.

This had blown quite a hole in my pockets. I chuckled depreciatingly. This sucks. New York is expensive. Maybe instead of trying to get superpowers, I should look for sugar mamas.

One more thing... I can not forget this, in this universe I am a villain... at least a side character that has to trigger character development for Gwen.

Now, I ain't planning on dying. I do not know if fate exists, but I will at the very least try to defy it. Who the fuck wants to die right after transmigrating?

If my destiny is to be a villain I will gladly accept if it if that helps me escape death. I do not really care. It is easier to be a villain than to be a hero but it is also easier to lose to a hero than it is to win.

Even at a point, the Villain becomes overpowered, heroes will somehow always overcome it. Shaking my head, I decided that it is better to not think about such matters.

At that moment, suddenly my glove reappeared. It's scarlet eyes were wide open along with the mouth. Instantly, hunger descended on me.

I could feel the bottomless stomach that was crying out for flesh and blood. Blood rushed into my body at high speeds, dizziness overcame my head.

If this continued... I could go berserk! I can not let that happen!

Lowering my head, I donned my hoodie cap over my head while my spectacles rested on my nose.

Seeing a grocery store, I entered inside quickly. A worker approached me and asked.

"Are you okay dear customer? Would you like to sit down?"

"N-NO."

I narrowly denied his request to help and escaped from the situation entirely. If I stood there any longer or if he prodded me further...

I think... my glove would gobble him up. No... I am certain that it would. I do not know if he is staring at my back but I sure hope he is not.

Heading to the meat section, I picked a few packets and put them underneath my hoodie. Then I rushed toward the bathroom where I removed them for my glove to devour.

Black shadowy wisps formed as they creepily made their way past the flesh before devouring all of it. No remains.

Instantly, the hunger diminished. However, it was still there. More ravenous than yesterday night. I wonder... if its hunger will keep increasing every day.

I acted as if I came out of the washroom from taking a shit. This should lower any suspicion toward me. I saw the worker from before and smiled at him or at least tried.

After leaving the shop, I ran home as fast as possible. While I was on my way home, a Daily Bugle newspaper smacked into my face.

The headlines were: N.Y FEARS COSTUMED FREAK!

I almost face-palmed and died from laughing. Jameson is still at it. Fucking hilarious. I wonder what Gwen's reaction to this will be.

I look forward to school tomorrow. Why was I even worried? I have a trump card. If Need Leeds bullies me or crosses a line, I can make my glove gobble him up.

Releasing a chuckle I continued on the way home, my mood had definitely improved. With a smile, I opened the door to my house.

"Oh hey, Peter!"

My smile instantly disappeared.

Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy. Why the fuck... are you here... NO!!!!!!!!

"Oh. H-Hi Gwen. How did you get in here?"

She raised an eyebrow, walking closer toward me, she leaned forward looking at me right in my face.

"Through the front door? Like normal people do."

Are you asking? Or are you stating?

Subconsciously, I looked at the open window. Yeah... she definitely did come from the door.

As I was thinking, Gwen was curiously looking into my bags.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

Instantly I hid the bags. I can't let her find the mice!

"S-some private things. It's not for girls."

Oh shit. She stared at me, hard. I could feel her gaze piercing through me like a knife. With each step she took, her gaze deepened as she pointed at me.

"Peter. Benjamin. Parker. Show. Me. The. Bags."

With each word coming out of her mouth, I gulped my saliva before screaming out loud.

"There is nothing here but porn magazines!!!"

Great! Now she probably thinks I am a wanker! Wonderful Peter Parker!

At the same time, I think her spider sense began to ring because she suddenly peeked at the window with a grim face and when she looked back at me, her gaze softened.

A small blush crept onto her face as she put her hair behind her ear lobe. She glared at me before speaking.

"We shall talk about this later. I forgot I had kept uhhh food... on the stove. Yes, my food is burning. I have to leave."

With that... she disappeared. She almost jumped from the window, her body froze as she turned around to look at me.

"I dropped my earphones."

I facepalmed inwardly. Just... leave Gwen. Your excuses are terrible.

She rushed to the door and almost left. I heaved a sigh of relief but right then her head popped out again.

"Uhh, bye Peter. See you tomorrow."

A warm smile crept onto my visage as I looked at her, bittersweet.

"Goodnight Gummy Bear."

I instinctively slapped myself upon saying such cringe words.

Her head popped in again. She raised an eyebrow as she spoke with a deadpan expression.

"That is a new one that I have never heard before."

I scratched my neck. After all, I do need to cross the friend zone. Gwen is beautiful and I know for a fact that Peter had feelings for her... and so did I in my past life. My ex-girlfriend cosplayed as her.

"Isn't your food burning?"

"OH RIGHT! BYE PETER!"

...and there she goes. Spider-Gwen to the rescue.

This time I checked to see if Gwen had gone completely and only after confirming did I heave a proper sigh of relief.

My expression turned serious as I removed the packets of pizza from the bag. Do I need more pizza? No. Do I have more pizza than I require? No. Pizza is after all never in excess.

Then I removed the pipettes, flasks, and fire extinguisher just in case. Finally, the cages that held the two white mice and the mice food I had brought.

I was almost out of all my life's savings with only a 100$ more remaining along with the 200$ left by Uncle Ben for emergencies and the 30$ that remained out of the 50$ for living expenses in their absence.

Heading to my room, I closed all windows, doors and pulled the curtains to make it dark. Setting up my mini lab, I placed the mice in a corner and silently observed them as I gave them equal amounts of food, weighed and in the same size.

Then I recorded the amount they ate. No major differences compared with each other. They ate more or less the same amount.

Jotting the time, day, independent + dependent variables, I observed their reactions. Content with them, I placed them in the empty fish tank we had and sealed them up while making breathable holes and putting them through tubes.

I glanced at the ingredients required to make the Lizard Drug at the side and started recording on my laptop.

It is time to cook!