Spider-Man: Genesis

His head hurt. Like a bitch. That's generally all he could process at the moment. Rapidly fading memories of being given a new life were gone before he could grasp them. When he could fully comprehend his surroundings, he rolled himself out of sweat-soaked sheets. Instinct told him to pick up the glasses on the nightstand next to him, but said glasses just made his eyes blurry and made his head hurt worse, so he hastily put them back down. "Dude, what the fuck is going on with my head?" He groaned and stumbled to a mirror over the dresser off to the side. It was around here that a steady stream of knowledge was fed into his brain, slowly as to not fucking kill him.

Once all this knowledge and memory was in his brain, he could take inventory. Out loud, he ran through the list of things he now knew. "Ok...my name is Peter Parker. I'm...15, ok...I live with my Aunt May and my Uncle Ben. I was bitten by a spider...approximately 9 hours ago. My parents are dead, I hate my high school bully, and I have a massive crush on...Gwen Stacy?" Information relating to that corner of Peter's head rushed through his brain. "Attractive brainiac blonde with drum sticks poking out of her backpack at all times...got it." He shook his head and calmed himself. Any memory that had been fading was now long gone. Every memory he had at the moment were Peter's. He tossed some less sweaty clothes on, which didn't fit his now borderline buff build. Sighing, he swapped to super baggy clothes and went downstairs. Less than halfway down said stairs the now-familiar smell of wheatcakes hit his nose and he scrambled towards it, practically vaulting over the rail of the stairs to get to them. His headache was mostly gone, now that missing information was filled in. With the influx of memories and the integration of being, he didn't see Aunt May as just "Oh yeah, I know her". He had Peter's memories and Peter's same regard for his aunt.

"Oh good morning Peter!" Came Aunt May's happy chirp. Visually, she looked a lot like Jamie Lee Curtis, but with poofier and longer hair.

"Morning, Aunt May!" He responded, taking a bite of GLORIOUS wheatcakes. "So what are you up to today?"

"OH, not much, dear. Just going to garden a little in the front yard, maybe go have tea with Mrs. Watson. What about you, Peter?"

He shrugged. "Not sure yet. Maybe go to the park or something after school. No idea yet." A bit more small talk later, and Peter had to run for school. 15 year-olds still have school, after all. He managed, barely, to catch his bus on time, standing near the front of the moving bus. It was only about half-full. He made his way down, hunting meticulously for an unoccupied seat. He found one as far back as possible, flopping himself down. He looked through what was apparently his phone and found...no fucking music? Yeah that's not okay. Within the next minute and a half, he'd fucked around with every single Spotify setting Peter had previously had and stuck his earbuds in, blessing his eardrums with very much needed hard rock. (A/N:: Die Trying by Art of Dying plays here) He was relatively good friends with Gwen already, which is why Peter wasn't surprised when she plopped down next to him, jeers from the newly-boarded Flash Thompson following her. He paused his music and put it away just in time to hear the last few.

"Oh, yeah, go sit with Pipsqueak Parker! Pussy Parker!" More variations on that format continued, until this relatively hotheaded version of Peter Parker, had enough, taking a pen out of his backpack and throwing it, end over end, at Flash, stabbing a nice hole through Flashes shirt and then through the bus window, pinning him in place without actually hurting him. Peter held up two fingers, his index and thumb, in a pinch gesture to show he was just a little bit off the mark.

Capping it off with the arm version of flipping the bird, he sat back down and stuck the left earbud in his ear and offered the right to Gwen. Gwen, not entirely knowing what Peter listened to, cocked her head a bit and put in the earbud just as Peter pressed play. The wonderful voice of Jonny Hetherington and the chuggy drums of Cody Watkins flooded into her ear and she grinned. She knew she had a crush on him for a reason.

A bit later, after a song by Disturbed came on via the shuffled playlist, they finally showed up to the school. Gwen stood up shortly before Peter did. He paused the music and put away his earbuds before he followed her out to the school campus. On the way, one of Flash's cronies tried to trip Peter at the last second, only for Peter to kick upwards into the back of the crony's knee, forcing his leg out of Peter's way as he kept walking. The day went averagely, save for that time where Peter's fingertips glued themselves to his desk. He wished luck on the people who would have to replace the wood that his hand ripped off. Another time, he stretched out his arms in the one-stall bathroom and a total of 10 strands of...webs? Yeah, a total of 10 strands of webs shot out of his fingertips and splattered all over the mirror. Not even half a second later, the holes in his fingertips that shot said webs were gone. Shaking his head as information about these happenings flooded through his brain to accelerate the rate at which he understood it. When he got home, he sat down for a second, before he chucked himself out his window. It was time to experiment. And surprisingly, without a headache. Peter caught a quick cab to a random part of town, ducking into an alley before he stared up at a wall. "Welp, time to see what this shit can do." He took a running jump and hit the wall. He should've known he wouldn't get it on the first try, but he didn't, so he faceplanted into the brick wall. "Oh. Ow."