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A week has passed since those memorable events. It's been a busy week, to say the least. First of all, my conversations with Uncle Ben made me see things differently. Now it's clear why this man has always been a role model for Parker, well, almost always.
You can sense that innate wisdom in him. There's no other way to put it. My relationship with my family has changed slightly. If before I simply valued and loved them, now those feelings have only strengthened. The situation at school was no less interesting. The very first second I walked onto the grounds, all the students' eyes turned to me. And then they turned to Thompson, who immediately walked in my direction.
I stood there quietly. My Spider-Sense would help me out no matter what.
"Hey, Parker."
"Hello Flash." We stood there in silence.
"Listen... I'd like to apologize," the football player rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably.
"Um?"
"Well, you were right, I was an asshole. So... everything okay?" Thompson offered me his hand.
"No hard feelings," I shook his hand. Flash immediately turned and walked into school, not even looking at his friends. The group hurried after him, and Kenny even nodded in my direction. Well then. This is a start.
Even if Flash is trying to distract me for some grandiose revenge, at least I'm guaranteed a couple of peaceful days. Plus, in that case, I'll know exactly what kind of person Flash is at heart. Whatever happens, I'm in the clear.
"Wow, what a scene: 'The Nerd and the Jock Make Peace.' Front page of the Daily Bugle right now!"
"That's funny, Miles. Have you tried stand-up comedy?"
"Stage fright."
"What a loss for the comedy community."
And so things went. At school, I began to strengthen my friendships with Miles and Gwen. For a second, I even regretted not letting the spider bite them, too. A reputation of sorts began to emerge. And now not just as a bookworm genius, but as a respected figure. No joke? The top athlete himself recognized your status. Even the girls started flirting with you, but frankly, none of them have caught my eye yet. I had time to develop my most important project.
First, I resumed my visits to the lab and started digging through my notes. As it turns out, I didn't have the ability to produce organic webs. Which means I'll have to work on creating artificial ones. And we shouldn't forget about web-shooters, aka web-throwers.
They still need to be assembled. And that includes electronics and materials. Luckily, it's in the basement, which I proudly call the "Spider's Lair." Go ahead and laugh. I'm not changing the name anyway.
So, there's a ton of junk lying around in the basement, left over from my father: half-baked inventions, old reagents, and other odds and ends. It's a good thing Uncle Ben was so nostalgic that he didn't sort it all out, or worse, throw it away. So the materials issue was resolved. Still, you have to be careful; it'll be difficult to return something that's been damaged to everyday use.
Secondly, I finally found time to go to an abandoned building to finally test my abilities and, let's be honest, have a blast. Although, I approached the matter of secrecy with the utmost care. I pulled out an old winter hat from the closet, cut slits for the eyes, and voila—a homemade balaclava.
Then I got out Uncle Ben's old work gloves, dressed in all the old clothes I couldn't bear to ruin, and went for a walk. I cleared a chain-link fence in one leap. And it was at least six meters long. So, the jumping ability/elasticity was spot on. Next, I decided to test the famous "proportional strength of a spider."
There was a pile of old warehouse boxes and containers in the room. The average port container weighs four tons. I lifted one of these without much effort, using both hands. Then, using my ability to stick to various surfaces, I decided to cling to the walls of two of these "containers" and see what would happen. I still managed to lift it, but with more effort. Perhaps it's just the awkward weight distribution that's causing the extra muscle strain. Or maybe eight to ten tons is my limit. Although even if that's the case, hello, ten thousand kilograms sounds pretty good to me.
Next, I tested the previously mentioned ability to stick to surfaces, also known as the ability to climb walls, or simply "grip," for short. First, I approached a large concrete wall, about fourteen meters high.
In these dilapidated abandoned factories, you can't really tell what's going on. Standard four-limbed climbing went without a hitch. It's funny how quickly I've come to take these new abilities for granted. And it really is amazing. Being at a different angle to standard space. How come my sense of balance isn't disrupted at all? Maybe it's something in my inner ear? Okay, I'll get into the details later.
I tried clinging to the wall with just my feet. I didn't ask the standard question, "Why can I cling to the wall with such thick soles on my shoes?" The answer is simple—spider biomagnetism. You just need to lean on it correctly. But the limits of this ability are worth testing. Clinging with your hands and feet is simple. It's like a reflex. We learn to walk from childhood, and as we learn, we use all four limbs.
Instinctively pushing off with my hands and feet is habitual, so I started thinking outside the box. First, I climbed to the center of the wall and gradually began removing my limbs. First my hands, good. Then my feet, and... there I am, attached to the wall only by my back. To be fair, this movement was very difficult. I still have a lot of practice to do before I can achieve the canonical Peter's tricks, attaching myself with just one finger. But I have everything ahead of me. And now it's time for the last, but not the most important skill.
In my humble, unassuming opinion, the Wall-Crawler's best ability is his Spider-Sense. It's as awesome as it is unknown. Its capabilities have varied depending on the version of the hero in tights. In some, it works like a simple alarm: danger to the right, so jump left. And in others, it's practically a mini-telepathy that works specifically for the user. The latter version interests me the most.
In the "canon" universe, it was eventually revealed that there's something called the "Web of Fate," to which all spider-powered users are connected. I don't know how applicable this knowledge is to my situation, but something tells me it's very much so.
In an alternate reality, Peter Parker's daughter could even see the future through her Spider-Sense. And let's not forget Madame Web. So, developing my Spider-Sense to the highest level is my dream and my main goal as Spider-Man.
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150 stones: 1 extra chapter
250 stones: 2 extra chapters
350 stones: 3 extra chapters