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Chapter - 3: Home
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In the end, without too much trouble, I captured the thug in my webs, securely immobilizing him before calling the police. I made sure he was stuck between the wall and the sticky threads, unable to move, and then I stepped away as the sound of police sirens grew closer.
With one last glance at the scene, I decided it was finally time to head home and try to fully adapt to this new life of mine, considering I had school tomorrow.
From the memories I had absorbed, this dimension stood out from the others for a variety of reasons, and I still couldn't tell if that was an advantage or a problem.
I found myself in a world that, while familiar in certain ways, was decidedly different from what I knew from the usual comics or even TV shows centered around him.
I had entered the body of Peter Parker—or rather, this Peter Parker—and I was slowly piecing together the fragments of his life, like watching a documentary without experiencing any of his emotions, thankfully.
For one thing, in this dimension, Peter had become Spider-Man a year and a half ago, counting the past summer break. During that time, he had already faced a series of opponents who, in other worlds, would have been his lifelong arch-enemies.
He had already been involved in numerous battles against Rhino, Lizard, Sandman, the Vulture, and even Doctor Octopus. And honestly, the prospect didn't excite me in the least, considering now it was my turn to deal with them.
Yet, despite his relatively young age, Peter had shown he had the heart of a hero, managing to survive and grow stronger with every battle he faced.
In addition to fighting crime, Peter had been juggling various part-time jobs. One of them was the usual gig at the Daily Bugle, where he worked as a freelance photographer, selling photos of himself as Spider-Man.
It was ironic, working for the person who hated Spider-Man the most, but it wasn't all that strange for him to use his double identity to make a living. Besides, he also had an internship at Stark Tower and occasionally helped out at the Baxter Building, home to the Fantastic Four.
It was clear that, in this world, Peter not only had connections with Tony Stark but was also on good terms with Sue Storm, since he was her assistant—along with her husband and the other members of the team. An enormous advantage, no doubt, considering the resources and scientific knowledge those two giants of science represented.
As for the symbiote, its story was quite interesting. Peter had acquired it after saving J. Jonah Jameson's son, John, an astronaut who, upon returning from a space mission, had come into contact with an alien life form.
During the recovery operation of the shuttle, Peter had discovered the presence of the symbiote, the amorphous, symbiotic alien creature we all know, part of an extraterrestrial race created from the "living abyss" at the dawn of the universe by a primordial deity called Knull.
From that moment on, the symbiote had become an integral part of Peter's life. It bonded with him, enhancing his strength, greatly improving his senses, and in a way, amplifying his physical abilities.
But, as with all things of this nature, there was a price to pay. The symbiote wasn't just a tool, like in Secret Wars; it was a sentient creature with its own will, and the old Peter had no idea about this.
The black suit I now wore reflected an internal evolution. Unlike what most people believed, the symbiote wasn't inherently evil; it simply distorted Peter's desires to create a path for him.
Peter had an overwhelming sense of justice and responsibility, so strong that, in various parallel universes, the symbiote had exploited these feelings to an extreme degree. Instead of merely guiding Peter to protect and save people, it twisted his motives, pushing him to "fix" the world in a dangerous, all-consuming way.
And now, I had to deal with all of that. I wasn't just a spectator in this body; I was the new Peter Parker, and my decisions would not only affect the symbiote but also the countless people connected to me.
One thing was certain, though: the symbiote was as powerful as it was dangerous, and I had to learn how to control it before it controlled me, or at the very least, ensure it wouldn't become a threat to others.
After finally sorting through my memories and taking a moment to breathe, I allowed myself a few minutes to reflect. I looked around, the city below me buzzing with its usual nocturnal frenzy.
The lights from the skyscrapers reflected off the rain-soaked streets, while traffic flowed endlessly below. I stood on top of a building, watching the world from a perspective I was growing to love, savoring the sensation of freedom.
As I moved across the rooftops of the city, the adrenaline that had been pumping through me began to fade, replaced by a calm sense of clarity. It was time to head home. I didn't want to make Aunt May suspicious, so I needed to show up as if I'd just been out for a normal evening stroll.
The black suit, tightly connected to the symbiote, seemed to respond to my thoughts as a wave of relaxation washed over my body. Clearly, wearing this new suit had been adding some pressure, which was now finally starting to release.
I paused on a rooftop, catching a glimpse of my figure in the reflection of a nearby window. "Alright, time to change," I thought to myself. The black suit began to pulse slightly, gradually shifting and morphing.
The texture altered like a living fluid, as the strands of the symbiote rearranged themselves, responding to my thoughts to perfectly fit the needs I had at that moment.
My superhero attire faded away, replaced by dark jeans and a tight black shirt that did nothing to hide my physique. I had no intention of concealing the changes my body had gone through since the spider bite.
I glanced down at my reflection in a puddle with a sense of satisfaction—honestly, I looked good. "Well, for now, no one will suspect a thing," I murmured, feeling a sense of pride bubble up within me as I admired the casual but sharp look.
It was amazing how useful the symbiote was in situations like this. I could even avoid the hassle of carrying around extra clothes all the time. It was clear why it was considered the most iconic suit, given how practical it was.
With a deep breath, I leaped off the rooftop and landed in an alley, then began walking toward home. As I wandered through the streets of Queens, my mind buzzed with possibilities.
I didn't have the exact Marvel timeline memorized—especially with all the chaos surrounding alternate realities, it was impossible to keep track—but I did know one thing for sure.
I knew the terrible future of this world... Should I change it? It would be so easy to intervene in the lives of the canonical characters, trying to improve the future in the best way possible.
A grin spread across my face. Take Jessica Jones, for example: my dear classmate had a ton of repressed trauma, especially about her parents' deaths, right?
But then... my thoughts drifted to my enemies, like Kingpin and the Goblin. Damn, there were so many things I could do. But once I changed something, all the other choices would become almost irrelevant.
If I took down all the gangs and supervillains, who would be left to fight? And it would probably just complicate things even more because then I'd have to deal with even bigger threats down the line.
Yet, in a way, the idea of letting canon events play out didn't sit right with me. And as if facing enemies like Galactus or Thanos wasn't enough, just thinking about them sent a chill down my spine.
Not from fear or anything like that.
Despite remaining a cold-blooded animal, the world tempted me into playing God. I found myself drawn to the thrill of battle, the sense of power, and the growth that came from each confrontation.
The adrenaline rushing through my veins after a victorious fight was a high I couldn't resist. Only this city, in its current state, could provide such a rush.
If I wanted to push beyond my limits, to gain the true power necessary to survive in this world, I had to face stronger and stronger enemies. Just like in a comic book, it was obvious.
Evolve or die.
In truth, I needed the others to face their own character development so I could grow stronger as well, to reach the level necessary to stop a potential cosmic threat like, ugh, the Beyonder.
Besides, I'm not Peter Parker... I'm not as righteous as he is. I won't sacrifice my happiness just to be a hero. Peter Parker can sacrifice himself endlessly, he can play the hero, but me?
Not a chance. There's no way I'm going down that path. I'll make sure I don't become just another pawn in someone else's grand plan. What a ridiculous sense of justice that only brings suffering.
What's the point of sacrificing everything and living up to everyone else's expectations if you can't enjoy a happy and fulfilling life? Becoming the hero that saves everyone without asking for anything in return—that's not me.
Not until I've reached the pinnacle of power, like Cosmic Spider-Man. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll decide to play the hero on my own terms.
Damn, this world can really be quite depressing with everything going on. But isn't that where the challenge lies? I shrugged and continued walking, ready to accept whatever came my way.
If I needed to intervene, I would do so without hesitation, and I would deal with any villain trying to harm the people important to me or anything like that.
A moment later, I opened the front door with a sigh of relief. I was finally home, feeling a sense of comfort knowing I didn't have to worry about any villains.
As I entered the room, I saw Aunt May sitting at the kitchen table, calmly sipping from a cup of coffee. Her tranquility reassured me since I didn't want to make a bad impression.
She was a beautiful woman, with long brown hair cascading neatly over her shoulders, and a figure that I was pretty sure would turn heads of many hormonal teenagers if they had the chance to be near her.
"Oh, Peter, you're back already?" she asked, lifting her gaze from her cup with a smile forming on her lips. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, Aunt May," I replied with a nod, trying to appear as calm as possible and avoiding any actions that might reveal I wasn't her Peter Parker.
I didn't want her to worry. After all, I certainly couldn't tell her I wasn't the real Peter Parker and that every day I could say I saved the day as a superhero.
"That's good," she commented, setting her cup down. "Remember, if there are any problems at school, just let me know right away. At the first sign of trouble, I'll transfer you to a school more suited to your abilities."
Aunt May had sensed that something was wrong at school, but fortunately, she had never pushed too hard for me to transfer, even though she often talked about it, given how stressed the old Peter used to be.
"Yes, I know," I replied with a forced smile. "I'm managing, but honestly, I was thinking of skipping the last year and graduating early. It shouldn't be a problem for me."
May seemed genuinely pleased with my words. "I think that's a good idea! If you need anything from me, just ask," she said with a reassuring tone and without much hesitation.
"Of course, you know I'd never make you worry about me," I said with a comforting smile.
"I know," she responded with her usual firmness in her voice. "It's the others who don't deserve you. You're extraordinary, and every day you just keep proving it more and more."
"You're exaggerating," I retorted, scratching my head and trying to act like the old Peter, with that slight reserve that was so familiar to him.
"I'm not exaggerating at all," May continued, affectionately patting my arm. "You know I know you better than anyone else, and I know you have a potential that goes beyond what you think. You just have to believe in it."
"Yeah, maybe," I said, looking away. It was hard to convince myself of that, especially with all the weight I carried on my shoulders since taking Peter's place. He had been a hero; I... wasn't sure I was quite the same.
May shook her head with a frown on her face. "No, you're really too humble, Peter. I'm sure your parents would be proud of the man you've become and would truly be proud of you."
I didn't respond. It was clear that, since Uncle Ben's death, she had become much more protective of me. I moved closer and hugged her, trying to comfort her. "I care about you, May."
She hugged me tightly, and I sensed that deep desire to find a reason to smile despite everything. After a few seconds, we parted, and I headed toward my new room.
As soon as I entered my room, I collapsed heavily onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath me. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but an insistent curiosity was eating away at me from the inside.
I could feel the symbiote pulsing silently beneath the surface of my skin, in tune with my thoughts, waiting for instructions. I needed to conduct a thorough check, to understand exactly what it meant to be in this new body.
No further words were needed. A strange sensation, like small electric shocks, coursed through my body, and in an instant, my clothes vanished, sliding off my skin like a shadow dissolving in the light.
The first thing I noticed was my physique. Muscles sculpted, defined in every detail, as if I had spent years working out non-stop. My chest, arms, even my legs were perfectly toned.
I got up from the bed and approached the mirror, running my hands over my chest and shoulders, feeling the solidity of the muscles beneath my fingertips. "Wow," I whispered, continuing to explore every inch of my new body.
But what caught my attention the most were the numerous visible scars that extended across my entire back. "You can't fight against hundreds of psychopaths without getting permanent wounds," I reflected, observing my physique, which seemed to beg for respite, bearing witness to the price of my life as a hero.
I couldn't help but look at a certain part of my lower body, as I was still a hormonal teenager with needs geared towards sexy teenagers with a big ass.
And honestly, I was speechless at what I saw. Now I finally understood why there were so many women in Peter's life; he, or rather now I, had an impressively formidable cock...
There was indeed a tremendous potential just waiting to explode within my body, and I knew I could become even stronger. After all, I still had to reach my full maturity.
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