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10/12/2015

00:03:28

“Okay, so, I’m kinda freaking out a little”.

The camera filmed a small bedroom with a window on one wall and clothes scattered around the floor. There was an unmade bed, and a dresser with Star Wars Legos scattered, and a small Iron Man mask, clearly made for a child, displayed on top.

Peter Parker, the owner of the camera, paced in front of it.

“The other day, my class went on this field trip, and when I got home I was feeling really sick. So I went straight to sleep when I got home. Then when I woke up, my hand was like.. Stuck to my duvet? And I thought, maybe I had spilled superglue on it from some project I was making, but then I remembered I’d run out of superglue last week, which I should probably go out and get some more-”

He stopped pacing and stood in front of the camera.

“But, I don’t think superglue can do this.”

The teen jumped, one arm outstretched above him. His fingers hit the ceiling, and he hung there, stuck.

“Also, I’ve got these, like, crazy muscles, which I definitely didn’t have before.”

Peter was wearing a black shirt with yellow text that read ‘MAY THE d/dt(mv) BE WITH YOU’. He unstuck himself from the ceiling and dropped down, landing with a soft thud.

He started pacing around the small room as he spoke. “So, I felt all sick and feverish last night when I got home from school, and then I woke up this morning like this .” Peter waved his arms around, gesturing to his body. “We had a field trip to this lab yesterday, and they were experimenting on spiders, and it was actually really cool how they genetically modified them, and how some were radioactive because of-” he took a breath. “Anyways, I felt something on my arm, and it’s not like I’m scared of spiders or anything, it just startled me. So I hit it.”

Peter held his hand up to the camera. It took a second to focus, then showed a red mark on the back of his hand.

After a second, Peter pulled his hand back and continued pacing. “Obviously it bit me. I feel kinda bad, because I’m pretty sure I killed it accidentally, and he was just protecting himself. The bite’s almost gone.”

"I know it sounds crazy, but I think an arachnid just gave me superpowers."

Peter stopped at his dresser and stared at the Iron Man mask. He grabbed it and walked over to his desk. He took his chair and flipped around so the back was facing the camera and the desk. Sitting down, he rested his head on his arms, which were crossed on top of the back of the chair. He continued staring at the mask in his hands.

“I know I’m just some 14 year old kid from Queens, and I know I’ll never be a real superhero or an Avenger or anything, but… That doesn’t really matter.

"I mean, I have these powers now, whatever they are. Not just because I should or anything but, I have to. When you’ve got… when you have the ability to help someone, you have to. It’s our responsibility as human beings to help others who need help. What even are we if we don’t have compassion?"

"It’s my responsibility to help other people when they need it, no matter how big or small the problem is. I have to do this.”

Peter reached forward and set the toy mask on his desk to the left of the camera.

“I guess I should probably figure out what exactly it is I can do.”

He leant forward and the video turned black.

26/12/15

00:12:10

The front cover of a newspaper article is thrust towards the camera.

NEW YORK BULLETIN

WHERE
IS THE
DEVIL OF
HELL'S
KITCHEN?

“Do you see this? That Daredevil guys’ gone missing!”

Peter was in his room again, red and blue fabric strewn across his desk, some half under the needle of a sewing machine.

The lights were off, the article only visible due to the remaining evening light softly brushing in through the window.

“I wonder if I should pop over there and do some patrols while this Devil guy is gone… then again, I probably shouldn’t get ahead of myself; I haven’t even gone out in Queens yet.”

He pressed his foot down on the pedal of the sewing machine, slowly moving the fabric under it in a curve.

“The spider that bit me was blue and red, so I think I’m gonna base my costume off that. I don’t really have the same resources people like the Avengers do, so I’m just making do with some things I can find in my closet and the thrift store.”

He pulled the fabric from under the sewing machine, cutting the thread and slipping it over his head.

“It feels like it fits,” his voice came out a bit muffled. “Then again I can’t really see. Hold on.” Peter made his way over to the mirror on his closet door, taking out his phone and roughly aiming it at face level at the mirror. He pulled the mask off and looked at the image on his phone, making his way back over to the desk.

“The chin’s a bit loose and pokes out; I look like a goblin out of DnD.”

Peter unstitched and resewed that one part five times before he was happy.

“Finally!”

Mask now on, he awkwardly uncapped a Sharpie and made dots where his eyes were. Then, he took off the mask and started cutting out eye holes.

“Ned and I went to see The Force Awakens the Monday before last when it came out. It was super cool to see a new Star Wars film in theatres! There were some good parts, and I think it has potential. Although, I was kinda expecting it to be a bit better - but I’m sure the next one will be great! It was cool to see the old cast again, rest in peace Han Solo.” Peter finished cutting the eye holes, but set it down, now distracted by his one-sided rant. “Everyone seems to think Rey is Luke’s daughter, and half of me thinks that too, but I dunno, that seems too easy. Also, Luke’s a Jedi. Their whole thing is being alone so they don’t have any weakness - which is total crap in my opinion - and he’s been hiding on this planet a while, so I don’t think there were many dating opportunities.”

He looked back down at the mask on his desk and seemed to remember what he’d been doing. He slid it over his head.

“See, the only problem is, all my senses seemed to be dialled up to eleven when I got bitten, so normal daylight is kind of blinding…” he looked around his room, before his eyes landed on something black hanging off the side of his desk.

“Oh, these’ll do great!” He grabbed them, showing a pair of round welding goggles. “Oh, shoot, looks like my camera battery’s about to die. I’ll charge it and record the finished product!”

26/12/15

00:00:27

“Here it is!”

Peter was standing in the middle of his room, lights now on. The kid was wearing a red hoodie, sleeves cut off, with a black spider drawn on the chest in (probably) permanent marker. Underneath he wore a long sleeve blue shirt, and matching blue sweatpants.

“Obviously I’m not just wearing socks when I go out,” he said, flexing his toes up and pointing to the red knee-high socks, “but I haven’t found red shoes yet.” He stuck his hands out in front of him, towards the camera, and wiggled his fingers.

“I found these fingerless driving gloves so I can still stick to things.” Then he pointed to his mask, where the welding goggles he’d found were glued on over the eyes, white mesh in the lenses.

“These help a ton with filtering out the excess light.”

Peter walked towards his camera and squatted down in front of it.

“Um, I think that’s all so far. Bye!”

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lmao hey besties i got brainrot for another fic i’ve been writing and also have been pretty busy recently so this one’s on hold for a little bit since the next chapters one of the few i have yet to write lol

see y’all in maybe a month or two idk man lmao