Chapter Four

ust another goddamned problem? Just another goddamned day of school. I was over it already. Not even an hour into the day and I wanted to leave. Finish everything I needed to do. Ned would be mad if I didn't bring him with me, though. School was a problem for a budding superhero.

Though none of my problems were real problems to the brain of Peter Parker. I already had a first suit design that I liked and it was just a matter of getting the right materials. Then there was the web fluid. A lot more challenging considering I barely had a basis to go on. My current formula was almost ready for field-testing though, so that was a positive. Learning a martial art, or martial arts, was surprisingly not going to be that hard.

Before I woke up as Peter, I was already fairly good at synthesizing information and actually doing it. I was very much a visual learner and I learned best when I was practicing something. So that, paired along with Parker genius, had me watching YouTube videos on martial arts. Mostly UFC fights, but also training videos. I was still going to have to practice, but understanding the whats and whys would only make me better.

Man, I was going to be a beast. Ha! Unleash the beast. I snickered, something about my thought process making me laugh.

"What are you laughing at, Penis Parker?"

Flash. Tony Ravioli. I loved the dude in the Grand Budapest Hotel. He was forgettable in Homecoming. He also liked to call Peter 'penis' far too much. When I turned to Flash I had the blankest, most serious look on my face. I said, "Just thinking why we don't call you Fleshlight. Makes sense, y'know, 'cause of Flash. You also have an odd fascination with penis. Freudian slip, maybe, and you're too uncomfortable to acknowledge it."

I was honestly talking out of my ass. The kids around me were giggling, so I was saying the right things. Before Flash could say anything else, I spoke up again, "Man, Penis Parker. That sounds like I park my penis places. Suitable, considering you're Fleshlight now. Are you interested in me? I'm flattered, but I'm only into science and robot girls. I'm a nerd like that."

Flash wasn't able to say anything. He was actually speechless. I smiled at him, a big toothy grin, before going back to my work.

Then I broke down laughing because who the fuck says they're into science and robot girls?

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Science was awesome. Especially when you understand all the lingo that comes with it. When I got home from school, all I did was focus on finishing my web fluid design. It was ready to be made and I could make it fairly easily with everything in the chemistry labs at Midtown. Thank goodness for that.

I groaned. It was midnight, my stomach was rumbling and my head hurt. My mood only worsened when I realized I still needed to work on a contraption that shoots the webs. The logistics for that were going to be a damned pain.

I really wasn't feeling very good.

I giggled quietly to myself as I decided to sleep instead of getting a bedtime snack. Thanos fucked on the Avengers, hard.

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

I was in the MCU. In 2011. However many years before Thanos decided to 'do it himself.'

I wasn't scared. I wasn't worried. I was pissed because I did not want to deal with the purple dickhead at all.

Fuck!

I couldn't believe I was just realizing it now. I had knowledge of future events.

I could stop so much!

Well, if only I could actually remember the specific dates and times.

Which I couldn't. I mean, really, who could? I liked the MCU and all, but I wasn't obsessed enough to remember every single little detail. WHO WAS? Who would have the time to? What point would there be?

FUCK!

I shot right up from my position on the bed. I needed to put down on paper as much as I could remember. Dates I would never remember, except the general year that it happened. Places and people were a different story. Douches like that Killian guy would be easy to track down and places were easy to remember. Wakanda, anyone? But because I couldn't remember the exacts of everything, I was going to have to prepare like crazy.

Even though death was feeling mighty inevitable. Even though I was worried and I was feeling fairly terrified, I smiled.

I could make a difference.

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Time passed. Day after day I worked. During chemistry, I started producing the web fluid. During the afternoon, I was developing my web shooters. At night I was on the web, looking for the right materials for my first suit and watching videos on and about fighting.

I needed a way to actually package(?) the fluid. Pressurized capsules, so the fluid is released like actual webbing. The shooters that would fire the capsules were a pain to develop, though I already thought of a few possible design flaws. The main one being how Spider-Man never shot any webs when he punched or made a fist. I was thinking that there was a double-tap system, the first one to prime the shooters, then a second tap to fire.

That was my working theory anyway.

The suit was easiest, of course. Basically, a hoodie and jeans was what it came down to, though all of it was going to be made out of a really tough material. I don't want to get shanked.

I might also need Kevlar.

Or I should just make a bomb ass material that was both tough and bomb ass. Then I could patent it and make bomb ass money.

Not under Parker Industries though. Peter Parker couldn't make a name for himself at all. Maybe something like Leeds Incorporated. Yeah. Ned can take all the fame and the fortune.

That would mean I was going to tell Ned.

I really did not think it was a good idea. Not so soon, anyway.

Or any time soon. We were only fourteen, and though I was almost nineteen when I woke up in Pete's body, I was still too young.

God fuck, I was fourteen. Weird as hell.

Eh, whatever. No company to hide behind. I ain't no biatch.

I was impatient, which was why I was building hopping again. I was wearing my Amazing Arachnid Ass "costume," which was still fairly comfortable (though the balaclava had me itchy as all heck).

As much as it was frustrating doing everything that I was doing, feeling the wind was still calming and exhilarating at the same time.

"AWWWW YEAH!" I screamed out into the night.

It felt all sorts of amazing.

Then I heard the scream.

I stopped immediately. The scream came from the south, I thought. I checked the alleyway nearest me and found nothing. I jumped a few buildings when I heard another scream. My heart was pounding. Somebody could be hurt.

When I came across a couple dudes with guns holding up a fairly rich looking family (mom, dad, son), I almost froze.

I remember the first time I hunted. I was nervous and I missed the moose by a foot. For my first shot, it was fairly sad, but understandable. I couldn't mess up by a foot, or innocent people would be dead.

My forward momentum carried me down the alley walls, as silent as something really silent. I was around seven feet above the perps before I pounced (and I remembered registering the sound of powerful theatre music in the background, from around a block away).

I landed on the biggest guy, kicking him to the ground. He went down terrifyingly quick, and I heard an ugly crunch. The second guy barely had time to react before I ran my fist into his mouth.

I gasped in shock when the guy's jaw came completely off, sending the lower jaw to break into pieces against the wall. The guy dropped his gun and went to feel for his jaw before passing out.

The first words out of my mouth were, "Oh, shit. Oh no."

I turned to the unmoving family. "Uh, I didn't mean to do that," I spoke fast, feeling the beat of my heart in my ears. "You're safe now?"

The family finally moved, running out of the alley. The father had his phone to his ear when they finally entered the street.

My hands were trembling. Man, what I did was messed up. I backed up against the wall, before sliding down and hanging my head between my knees. What the hell, Peter? What were you thinking? Normal humans were so, so fragile. From where I was sat, the biggest guy had his face broken when he was laid flat by me. Fuck, and the other guy's lower jaw was just completely removed.

My own strength was absolutely foreign to me.

Clarity came back to me. I had to make sure the big guy wasn't choking on his own blood. I went to the guy and put him in the recovery position.

When I heard the sirens, I bounced. Fuck that noise.

I climbed the wall as fast as I could and blitzed toward my apartment.

I was going to have to actually learn how to pull punches so I wouldn't unintentionally kill some person.

When I was a few blocks away from the crime scene, I broke out laughing. I think I just prevented Batman.

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Notes: It's been a while, eh? Eh, I was writing this chapter on and off, and finally finished it today. Not!Peter's first time saving someone that didn't really go well, so, uh, yeah.

This story isn't dead, I'm just writing whenever I want to write. If it takes a few days, it'll take a few days.

I will be awaiting criticism whole heartedly. Thank you for reading.