I wake up slowly, like I'm dragging myself out of the deepest sleep of my life, and for a second nothing makes sense because everything feels… wrong. My head is still a little heavy, my body feels different. I feel lighter but stronger at the same time and there's this weird quiet in my room like the world hit pause while I was out.
I blink a couple times, trying to focus, and that's when I notice it. My ceiling is way too close. Like… really close. Close enough that I can see the tiny cracks in the paint I never paid attention to before. "What the hell…?" I mumble, my voice still groggy as I lift my hand instinctively and it doesn't fall. It just… stays there, pressed flat against the surface above me like gravity decided to take the day off.
My heart starts pounding instantly as my brain catches up to what I'm seeing, and I slowly turn my head to the side, my stomach dropping when I see my bed a few feet below me.
"Nah… nah, nah, nah, nah," I whisper, my breathing picking up as panic hits full force. I'm not dreaming. I can feel everything. The slight chill in the air, the texture under my fingers and the way my chest is rising and falling faster by the second. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I shout, the words echoing through my room, and the second I do, my focus breaks. Just like that, whatever was holding me up lets go, and I drop hard.
I hit the ground face-first with a loud thud, pain shooting through my nose and forehead instantly. "Ow!" I groan, rolling onto my back as I clutch my face. "Okay… yeah… that hurt," I mutter, blinking up at the actual ceiling now, which is thankfully back where it's supposed to be.
For a few seconds, I just lay there, trying to process what just happened, but there's no way to make it make sense. People don't just wake up on their ceilings. That's not a thing. That's never been a thing.
Slowly, I push myself up, expecting my body to feel sore or weak after whatever that was, but instead… I feel good. Like, really good. Better than I've ever felt, actually.
"Okay… now that's new," I say under my breath, frowning slightly as I stand up fully. Something's off, and I can feel it in every part of me. My muscles feel tighter, more responsive, like they're working perfectly without any effort, and when I glance over toward my mirror, I freeze.
"…No way."
I step closer, staring at my reflection like I'm looking at a completely different person. Yesterday, I was in shape sure, I worked out, stayed active but this? This is something else. My arms are more defined, my shoulders broader, my chest more built like I've been training for years nonstop.
I turn slightly, flexing my hand without even thinking, watching the muscle shift under my skin like it's carved out of stone. "Yo… what?" I whisper, a slow grin starting to form despite the confusion. "I look like I could cut diamonds with this." I laugh a little under my breath, shaking my head, but the question hits me immediately after.
How?
I run a hand through my hair, pacing slightly as I try to think back to yesterday, replaying everything in my head piece by piece. The field trip. Oscorp Tower. Harry being annoying. Peter geeking out over everything. The lab. The spiders.
The spider.
The grin fades just a little as realization starts creeping in. "No way…" I say slowly, looking down at my hand like I expect to see something there. "That bite?"
It sounds ridiculous the second I say it out loud, but it's the only thing that even comes close to explaining this. "But since when does a spider bite turn you into a damn superhero?" I mutter, shaking my head, but before I can go deeper into that thought….
"DANTE! BREAKFAST IS READY!"
My mom's voice cuts through everything, loud and normal, like the world hasn't completely flipped upside down in the last ten minutes.
"Yeah! I'm coming!" I call back, my voice still a little unsure as I glance at myself one more time in the mirror. "Okay… act normal," I tell myself quietly. "Just act normal."
I head toward the bathroom, reaching for the door handle like I always do, not even thinking about it, but the second I pull and the entire door comes off its hinges and I freeze.
"…I didn't even pull that hard," I say slowly, staring at the door now hanging awkwardly in my hand like it weighs nothing. My eyes widen a little as I look down at my arm again, flexing my fingers slightly. "It made me strong too," I mutter, half in disbelief, half in awe.
Carefully, I try to set the door back in place, expecting it to fall or something, but somehow it just… works. It slides back into position like nothing happened, and I step back, staring at it for a second longer.
"Okay… definitely not normal," I whisper.
I take a quick shower after that, mostly to try and clear my head, but it doesn't help much. If anything, everything feels more intense. The water hitting my skin, the temperature and even the sound of it hitting the floor. It's like my senses got upgraded along with everything else, and I don't know whether that's cool or terrifying.
By the time I get dressed and head into the kitchen, I've at least managed to calm down a little. My mom's already sitting at the table, a plate of pancakes waiting for me, and she looks up with that same warm smile.
"Morning," she says.
"Morning," I reply, sitting down and grabbing a fork, trying to act like I didn't just wake up on my ceiling ten minutes ago.
I take a bite, and okay, wow that tastes way better than usual. I blink, chewing slowly. "These are really good," I say.
She raises an eyebrow. "They're the same pancakes I always make."
"…Yeah, well, they're hitting different today," I mumble, earning a small laugh from her.
"So, what are your plans today?" she asks casually.
"I'm gonna head over to Peter's," I say, taking another bite. "Just hang out for a bit."
She nods. "Alright. Tell May I said hi. I'm planning to enjoy my day off and finally catch up on my shows."
"I will," I reply, finishing up quickly before standing. "Love you."
"Love you too," she says as I head out.
The walk to Peter's place is about fifteen minutes, and normally it's nothing special, but today every step feels… different. I feel I could break into a sprint and outrun a car if I really tried. My mind keeps racing, trying to piece everything together, but it always circles back to the same thing.
The spider.
I stop when I pass an alleyway, glancing inside as an idea hits me. Slowly, I turn and step in, looking up at the brick wall in front of me. "Alright… if I could stick to my ceiling," I say quietly, "then I should be able to stick to this too… right?"
I hesitate for a second, then press my hand against the wall and it sticks.
My eyes widen instantly. "No way," I breathe, placing my other hand against it and it sticks too. My heart starts racing again, but this time it's not panic it's excitement.
Carefully, I lift one foot, pressing it against the wall, and when it holds, I let out a laugh. "Yo… yo, this is real," I say, climbing higher, step by step, like gravity just doesn't apply to me anymore. The higher I go, the bigger my grin gets, until I finally stop and look down from a few feet up, my chest rising with adrenaline.
"I have fucking superpowers," I say, almost in disbelief and then I throw my head back and yell. "WOOOOOOOO!"
A few minutes later, I'm standing in front of Peter's house, still trying to process the fact that I just climbed a wall like it was nothing, and somehow the reality of everything hasn't fully hit me yet.
The neighborhood looks the same as always quiet and normal but I don't feel normal anymore, not even a little. I take a breath, shake my head like that's somehow going to reset my brain, and then reach into my pocket, pulling out the spare key they gave me forever ago. Honestly, it's not even really a "spare" at this point it's basically mine, because Peter loses his keys at least twice a week.
I unlock the door and step inside like I've done a hundred times before. "Hey, Uncle Ben! Aunt May!" I call out, kicking the door shut behind me.
From the kitchen, I hear movement, and a second later, both Ben Parker and May Parker come into view. The second they see me, their faces light up, and it's that same warm, familiar feeling every time I walk in here.
They've always treated me like I'm one of their own, same as Peter, same as Harry, and honestly… it means more than I ever really say out loud. "Hey, kid," Uncle Ben says with a smile, walking over and giving me a light pat on the shoulder. "How you been? Feels like I haven't seen you in a while."
Before I can even answer, Aunt May is already pulling me into a tight hug, and I hug her back without hesitation.
"I've been good," I say once she lets go, scratching the back of my head. "School's just been kicking my ass lately."
She pulls back just enough to smack me lightly upside the head, giving me that look. "Language, young man."
I blink for a second, more surprised than hurt, because… yeah, that definitely didn't hurt like it used to. "Sorry, Aunt May," I say quickly, rubbing the back of my head anyway out of habit. "Oh and my mom said hi."
"Well, you tell her I said hello back," she replies, softening immediately. "Now, where's Peter?" I ask, already knowing the answer as I glance toward the basement door. "He's downstairs, isn't he?"
Uncle Ben chuckles. "Where else would he be?"
I nod like that's exactly what I expected. "Alright, I'm gonna go bother him."
"Try not to break anything!" Aunt May calls after me.
"…No promises!" I shout back, already heading down the stairs.
The second I reach the basement, I spot Peter sitting at his workbench, completely locked in like the world doesn't exist outside of whatever he's building. There are wires, tools, and random tech parts spread all over the place, and if I'm being honest, I have absolutely no clue what I'm looking at. It could be a bomb, a toaster, or a time machine, and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"PETE!" I shout as I walk over, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him just enough to snap him out of it.
He jumps so hard he almost falls out of his chair, spinning around with wide eyes before realizing it's me. "DAMN IT, DANTE!" he yells, grabbing a random book off the table and throwing it at me. "You are such a pain!"
I catch it easily without even thinking, which… okay, that's new, but I don't even focus on that right now because I'm already laughing. "You should've seen your face," I say, still laughing as I toss the book back onto the table.
He glares at me, clearly annoyed, but I can tell he's trying not to smile. "What do you want?" he mutters, turning back to his project.
"What are you even doing?" I ask, leaning over slightly to look at the mess in front of him.
He side-eyes me. "I'm building a custom TV cable system so we don't have to pay for it anymore."
I nod slowly. "That sounds… illegal."
"It's efficient," he corrects without missing a beat.
I shake my head, laughing under my breath. That's Peter. Always building something, always trying to help Aunt May and Uncle Ben save money. Dude already made his own Wi-Fi router and rewired half the house, and I'm pretty sure at least some of that wasn't exactly legal either, but hey it works.
"Alright, genius," I say, crossing my arms. "I got something way more interesting to show you."
"I'm not looking at your nonexistent chest hair," he says immediately, not even turning around.
I pause. "…First of all, it's not nonexistent anymore," I reply, offended. "Second, that's not what I'm talking about. Just look at me."
He sighs like I'm the biggest inconvenience in his life, then finally turns around. "What?"
"Don't I look… different?" I ask, spreading my arms slightly.
He squints at me for a second. "…No."
I roll my eyes. "You're blind."
Before he can respond, I bend my knees slightly and then jump. But not a normal jump but a super jump.
I shoot up toward the ceiling way faster than I expect, my hand slapping against it and sticking. My feet follow, locking into place like it's the most natural thing in the world, and suddenly I'm just… there. Hanging upside down like it's nothing.
Peter's chair slams back as he practically launches out of it. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" he yells, staring at me like I just broke reality.
"LANGUAGE, PETER!" Aunt May shouts from upstairs.
"SORRY!" he yells back immediately, his voice cracking a little before he looks back up at me, eyes wide. "HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!"
I grin, dropping down from the ceiling and landing clean on my feet like I've been doing it my whole life. "That's what I've been trying to tell you," I say, still hyped. "At Oscorp Tower, one of those spiders bit me, and I woke up like this."
He blinks once then twice then I see the switch flips.
"Okay, genetically altered arachnid, possible bio-engineered mutation, rapid cellular enhancement, increased muscle density, adhesive capabilities…." he starts muttering at insane speed, pacing back and forth like his brain just hit overdrive.
"Pete," I say.
He keeps going.
"Peter."
Still going.
I reach out and lightly smack him on the back of the head.
"OW! Hey!" he snaps, rubbing his head before pointing at me. "Don't interrupt genius at work!"
"You're spiraling," I say flatly.
He takes a breath, then nods once, trying to refocus. "Okay. Okay. We need data. We need to figure out what exactly this did to you, if it's stable, if it's dangerous….."
"Or lethal?" I add.
"Exactly," he says, snapping his fingers. "Which means that we need better equipment."
"…Harry," we both say at the same time.
I grin. "Told you."
Peter's already moving, grabbing his bag and stuffing random tools and notebooks into it like we're about to go on a mission. He rushes over to the corner, pulling out two bikes and tossing one toward me. "Come on," he says quickly. "If anyone has the resources to analyze this, it's him."
I catch the bike easily, again without even thinking, and follow him upstairs. As we pass through the kitchen, Aunt May and Uncle Ben both look up.
"Where are you two going?" Uncle Ben asks.
"Out!" Peter answers quickly.
"Doing what?" Aunt May adds, narrowing her eyes slightly. Peter hesitates for half a second. "…Science?" I snort, trying not to laugh.
Uncle Ben sighs, shaking his head. "Just don't do anything illegal."
We both pause for a second.
"…No promises," I mutter under my breath as we head for the door.
Peter elbows me. "Dude."
"What? I'm being honest."
It takes us about twenty minutes to ride to Harry's place, and the whole way there my brain is running in circles trying to keep up with everything that's happening to me, but at the same time I can't stop grinning like an idiot because, somehow, this is the coolest thing that's ever happened in my life.
The wind feels sharper against my face, every sound is clearer, and even the way I move feels different, like my body just gets things now without me having to think about it.
Peter's riding next to me, pedaling like his life depends on it, probably already ten steps ahead mentally, planning experiments and theories, while I'm just trying not to accidentally launch myself over a car or something.
When we finally pull up to Harry's penthouse building, I slow down and hop off my bike, looking up at the place like I've done a hundred times before but somehow it feels different today, like I'm not the same person who walked in here yesterday.
We walk inside and head straight for the front desk, and right on cue, the receptionist looks up at us with that same tired expression she always has whenever we show up. She doesn't even need to ask why we're here anymore. "Don't do anything illegal or blow anything up," she says flatly, barely even glancing away from her computer. "We're still cleaning up from the last time you three tried to make a teleportation device."
Me and Peter don't even hesitate. "No promises," we both say at the exact same time.
She just sighs like she expected that answer and waves us off toward the elevator. We step inside, and the second the doors close, I glance at Peter, who's already tapping his foot impatiently. "You're freaking out inside, aren't you?" I ask, smirking a little.
"Yes," he says immediately, not even trying to hide it. "This is scientifically impossible, Dante. Do you understand that? You should not be able to just… gain abilities like this overnight. This breaks multiple laws of biology."
I shrug. "Yeah, well… I feel great, so maybe biology needs to catch up."
He shakes his head, but there's a small smile there too, like even he can't deny how insane and kind of amazing this is. The elevator dings a second later, and the doors slide open to Harry's penthouse. We step out quietly, and right away we spot Harry sitting on the couch, completely locked into his game, headset on, yelling at someone through the mic like his life depends on it.
"NO, GO LEFT LEFT! ARE YOU BLIND?!" he shouts, leaning forward like that's going to help.
I glance at Peter, and he glances back at me, both of us already thinking the exact same thing. Slowly, we each grab a pillow from the couch, trying not to make a sound as we creep closer. Harry's so focused he doesn't notice us at all then I count down with my fingers.
Three.
Two.
One.
"HARRY!" we both yell at the same time as we smack him with the pillows.
He yelps and flails, falling straight off the couch and hitting the floor with a loud thud. Me and Peter immediately lose it, laughing so hard I can barely breathe, clutching my stomach as Harry scrambles back up, ripping off his headset.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!" he shouts, looking between us like he's deciding which one of us to fight first.
That just makes me laugh harder. Peter manages to calm down just enough to talk. "You were so focused, we couldn't resist," he says, still grinning. "But it's good to see you, man."
Harry shakes his head, trying to stay annoyed, but I can see the smile breaking through. "Yeah, yeah, good to see you too," he mutters. "Now why are you here exactly?"
Peter immediately points at me like I'm some kind of experiment, and I just grin before walking over to the couch and grabbing it with one hand.
"One second," I say casually then I lift it with one hand.
Harry's eyes go wide instantly. "…How?" he says, staring like he just saw a ghost.
I set it back down like it weighs nothing. "Got bit by one of those spiders at Oscorp Tower," I reply simply.
He blinks a couple times, processing that. "…That's insane."
"Tell me about it," I say.
Peter steps forward quickly. "I need to use your lab," he says, already in full scientist mode again. "We need to figure out exactly what happened to him."
Harry nods without hesitation. "Yeah, of course. Luckily, my dad's in Washington for some Oscorp showcase, so he won't be back until tomorrow."
"Perfect," Peter says.
We follow Harry down into the lab, and as soon as we walk in, Peter gets to work like a machine. He's moving fast, setting things up, pulling out equipment, running scans, drawing blood and honestly, I don't even know what half of it is, but he clearly does. Meanwhile, me and Harry are just… there.
"So… you're basically a superhero now?" Harry asks, grabbing a paintball gun from the corner.
"I mean… yeah, kinda," I say, grabbing one too. He smirks. "Prove it."
Next thing I know, he fires but before the paintball even reaches me, something happens. There's this weird ringing in my head, like a sudden warning, and without thinking, I move. The paintball flies right past where my head just was.
"…Okay," I say slowly, eyes widening. "That's new."
Harry narrows his eyes. "Oh, you're cheating."
"I'm not!" I shoot back.
He fires again and it's the same thing. That ringing and instinct, and I dodge without even thinking.
"DANTE!" Peter calls out from across the room. "What are you doing?!"
"Testing reflexes!" I yell back as another paintball barely misses me.
Peter sighs. "That's not a controlled experiment!"
"But it's working!" I reply, ducking another shot. After a few minutes of this, Peter finally gets our attention. "Okay, stop!" he says loudly.
We both lower the paintball guns and walk over, and I can see it on his face that he's excited.
"Alright," he says, pulling up the results on a screen. "This is… insane. Dante, your entire physiology has changed. Your muscle density, your reflexes, your neural response time it's all enhanced. You have proportional strength, speed, agility… basically everything a spider has, but scaled to your body."
I grin. "Told you I was built different."
He ignores that. "But that's not even the craziest part. That ringing you keep feeling? That's a heightened danger sense. It's like your body can detect threats before they happen and react instantly."
Harry crosses his arms. "Okay, that's actually broken."
"Yeah," Peter agrees. "But there's more." He zooms in on another part of the scan. "Your body also developed organic webbing."
I blink. "…My what?"
"Organic webbing," he repeats. "You can produce webs naturally. Like… from your body."
Harry's jaw drops. "No way."
I just stare at him. "…You're telling me I can shoot webs out of my body?" Peter nods, clearly amazed. "Yes." There's a pause then I slowly grin. "Okay… yeah," I say, looking down at my hands. "That's awesome."
Then Harry smirks, that familiar look creeping onto his face as he crosses his arms. "You do know what this means, right?" he says, and me and Peter look at each other for half a second before we all say it at the exact same time, "YOU CAN BE A SUPERHERO!" The room goes quiet for a split second before the energy just explodes.
Peter immediately steps forward, already thinking ahead. "I can be your tech guy, your guy in the chair! I can build whatever you need, track things, analyze data everything!"
Harry jumps in right after, pointing at himself. "And I can be your planner. You need an entry plan? I got you. Exit strategy? I got you. Backup plan for the backup plan? Already done."
I can't even help it at that point I step forward, strike the most dramatic superhero pose I can think of, and grin like an idiot. "And I'll be the guy in the field," I say confidently. "Saving the world… and looking good while doing it."
Peter nods quickly. "You're gonna need a suit. And a name."
Harry immediately starts throwing ideas out. "Okay spider theme, obviously. What about Man-Spider? Or Arachnid? Or just… The Spider?"
I stare at him. "Those are all terrible," I say flatly.
"Wow, okay," he mutters.
Peter thinks for a second, then looks at me. "What about…The Ultimate Spider-Man? Or just… Spider-Man?"
Something about that hits different. It feels right. Simple, clean and perfect.
I smirk. "That's it," I say. "Spider-Man."
Harry claps his hands together. "Alright then, Spider-Man, we need to make your suit."
Me and Harry both slowly turn our heads toward Peter. He sighs immediately. "Give me like two hours."
Me and Harry grin at each other and high-five. "Let's go," I say, already heading out of the lab with him. Behind us, Peter's already getting to work, diving into designs and materials like this is the most important thing he's ever done.
Two hours feels like forever when you're sitting around knowing your entire life just changed, and somehow it still doesn't feel real yet. Me and Harry end up in the living room, both of us pretending to focus on a game while really we're just waiting for Peter to finish like little kids on Christmas morning.
Every couple minutes Harry glances toward the lab like he's about to go check, but he stops himself, probably because he knows Peter hates being rushed when he's locked in like that. "You think he actually pulled it off?" Harry asks, tossing the controller onto his lap for a second. I lean back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a small smirk. "It's Peter," I say simply. "If anyone could build a superhero suit in two hours… it's him." Harry nods slowly. "Yeah… you're not wrong."
There's a pause, then he grins. "Still crazy though. Yesterday we were just idiots messing around, and now you're about to go out there fighting crime." I chuckle under my breath. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I haven't even tried the suit yet." "Oh, you're gonna look good," he says confidently. "You already got the muscles for it. It'd be a waste not to."
Right on cue, Peter's voice echoes from down the hall. "Guys! Come here!" Me and Harry both jump up at the same time like we've been waiting for that exact moment, and we don't even say anything we just move. When we walk into the lab, the first thing I see is the table, and the second thing I see is it.
My suit. I slow down without even realizing it, my eyes locked on it like it's the most important thing in the world, because right now… it is. It's laid out perfectly, every part clean, sharp, and intentional, like it wasn't just thrown together in two hours but carefully designed for something bigger.
The suit is mostly a deep, rich blue, covering the legs and the sides of the torso, with a bold red taking over the chest, shoulders, gloves, and mask. Thin black web-like patterns run across the red sections, subtle but detailed, giving it that classic spider feel without making it look overdone.
There's a sleek black spider emblem spread across the chest, sharp and slightly aggressive in its design, while a larger version stretches across the back, its legs extending outward like it's gripping onto the suit itself.
The red sections taper down into pointed designs along the waist and forearms, giving it a more modern, athletic look instead of just basic color blocking.
The mask has large white lenses outlined in black, shaped in a way that somehow makes it look expressive even though it's completely still, and the whole thing just fits. It looks like something straight out of a comic… but it's real. My suit.
"…Yo," I say under my breath, stepping closer. "This is insane."
Peter stands beside the table, arms crossed, trying to act casual but I can see the pride written all over his face. "In the mask," he starts, tapping the side of it, "there's a built-in comm system connected to my setup, so I can stay in contact with you at all times. Real-time updates, tracking, support the whole thing."
I nod slowly, still taking it all in, but Harry cuts in before Peter can continue. "That's great and all," he says, leaning against the table, "but we can't exactly run a superhero operation out of my house. My dad's gonna catch us eventually."
Peter pauses, glancing at him. "Yeah… I was thinking about that."
Harry just smiles, that same confident, slightly mischievous look. "Don't worry. I got an idea for that. You just keep going."
Peter hesitates for half a second, then shrugs, trusting him. "Alright. The suit itself is lightweight spandex, so it's flexible and form-fitting. It's gonna feel tight, but that's intentional so it'll move with you, not against you." He gestures toward certain areas. "I reinforced it with Kevlar. The head, shoulders, and sides so you've got some protection where it matters most without sacrificing mobility."
I raise an eyebrow. "You did all that in two hours?" He smirks slightly. "I told you… I'm efficient." Harry chuckles. "That's one way to put it."
Peter continues, clearly getting more excited as he talks. "Now, the web shooters." He picks up one of the wrist devices and holds it up. "These are custom-built. They're designed to work with your natural webbing, enhancing and modifying it. You've got multiple settings standard webs for swinging, obviously, but also electric webs for stunning targets, impact webs that fire with increased velocity like a projectile, and…" he pauses for effect, "…web bombs."
I blink. "…Web bombs?"
He nods. "Compressed webbing that expands rapidly on impact. Non-lethal, but effective for crowd control or immobilizing larger threats."
Harry lets out a low whistle. "Okay, that's actually crazy."
I just stare at Peter for a second, shaking my head in disbelief. "Did I ever tell you how awesome you are?"
He immediately straightens up a little, clearly pleased. "No, you haven't," he says, trying to stay serious but failing. "And I feel like I should be hearing that more often."
I laugh. "Alright, noted."
He gestures toward the suit. "Go ahead. Try it on."
For a second, I just stand there, looking at it, and I don't even know why I'm hesitating. This is what we talked about.
This is the moment. Slowly, I reach out and grab it, the material feeling smooth but strong in my hands, like it's built for something more than just looking good.
I step into it, pulling it on piece by piece, and the second it settles onto my body, everything just… clicks. It fits perfectly. Not tight in a bad way, but like it was made for me specifically, like it belongs on me.
"…Yo," I whisper again, flexing my hands slightly, feeling how easily I can move.
"Comfortable?" Peter asks.
"More than that," I reply. "It feels… right."
I pick up the mask, holding it for a second as I stare at it, then pull it on. The lenses slide into place, and instantly the world shifts slightly, the display inside activating just enough to show subtle data and communication readiness. I turn toward the mirror, and when I see my reflection I freeze.
For the first time since all of this started, it fully hits me. This is real.
I tilt my head slightly, taking it all in, then let out a small breath as a grin spreads across my face under the mask. "Guys…" I say, my voice coming through slightly different because of the mask. "This is it."
Peter and Harry step up beside me, both staring at the reflection.
"This is our beginning," I continue, my voice more confident now. "To becoming the best superhero in the world." There's a beat of silence them Harry grins. "Damn right." Peter nods. "Let's do it."
We all bring our hands together in the middle without even thinking about it and then High five and just like that...….The Ultimate Spider-Man is born.