Life 14: Origin of Spider-Man

A loud thunderous crash occurred at the Parker household as a weak Peter Parker was slammed into the ground as he fell to the ground from choking on an ice cube from his drink and as this happened he fell backwards and his head slammed into the ground.

He wasn't dead but he was hurt and that was for sure as his last sounds he heard were- "Peter... Son are you ok..."

And as he heard this last sound he closed his eyes as he reappeared in a new plane of sorts but the surroundings were different very different-

He had appeared in a room that had the floors made out of spider- "webs?"

As he blurted out the last bit in worry he looked forward as a bigger figure entered the fray wearing a white and red costume made with kevlar if he was correct- he'd seen this stuff on the internet- Superheroes loved it-

Stepping back a little he took a cautious stance as his only working arm tried to fend himself off-

And yes you heard right only working arm- his left arm was crushed when he was a child and he lost all feeling in that arm- and he was taken to the hospital with the only option being to amputate his arm.

Once that happened his life had changed as he knew it or rather as the universe knew it-

He was slowly put through the wringer as he tried to do make the most of his life but with only one arm he realised things weren't as easy as he'd wanted but it never put him down-

Instead, it motivated him to do better.

"Hey, spandex clown back away- I have pepper spray on me- and if you don't want it, move back!"

But as Peter said this with his only arm outstretched forward- the figure in white started to laugh a little and it sounded well familiar as if he'd heard it somewhere before- but he couldn't pinpoint the place.

Until the figure in white gradually took off his mask- with hints of short brown hair flicking into view and eyes that reminded him of autumn looked back into his own eyes.

"Calm down- Me- or is it younger me- this is actually quite weird I've never done this before- but listen, Pete- yeah Pete- I am you from the future and I come to bring you good and bad news."

The younger of the two now named Pete- asked- "Bad news first."

Hearing this his older self chuckled a little- this was just like him-

"Well I'm dead Pete- and I ain't got long we are talking through the use of magic and that was the last of my energy anyway- but I am here to well correct your life and give you my knowledge and skills before you make the same mistakes as I do."

"But before that let me fix your arm- with the last of my magic and my soul- I'll impart my remaining power within that lost arm and regrow it for you and within it, I will house my strength, skills and more-

I'm sorry this had to be so short but- Pete I believe in you and you can do anything I know it- because well I am you- right?"

Throwing caution out the window Pete grabbed his older-selfs left arm and slowly the figure turned into particles before forming his once lost left arm again as he could feel some sort of power inside his bones growing his lost appendage once more - and it felt weird, to be honest.

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-The Hospital:-

As the dream ended- Peter's eyes opened as his head went up passing through the air as he looked at his surroundings-

Aunt May sat at his bedside as he noticed a needle or something was poking him in the arm as he pulled it out slowly and looked at his left arm- nothing was there so his dream was just that a dream-

Until it materialised somehow and when he took his mind off of it- it disappeared again weird-

Was what he thought but now was not the time as it was obvious his aunt had carried him down the stairs and was strained as it was already.

Gently shaking his aunt's shoulder's he noticed she woke up with some tears in her eyes as he helped her wipe them off and doing so the woman hugged him tightly as he comforted her with his words-

"It's fine- Aunt May- I'm fine- nothing's wrong- I was being an idiot and sat incorrectly and fell over- now let's go home- this much is already too expensive for us."

"Ah, my boy's back- Peter don't worry about me... worry about yourself- thank god your head wasn't damaged I wouldn't know how I'd cope much less you- son..."

And through the motions, Pete was told that he was fine and that he'd suffered a mild concussion but that it was nothing to worry about seeing his speedy recovery and when Aunt May sorted the paperwork we left as I got into her old car clearly meant to have been destroyed 20 years ago-

It was a wonder how the car even worked- but as we went home I went to my bed and just slept.

And as the next day arrived - I woke up with a jolt as I had noticed my left arm was there again and so started to use it- and started slowly by picking up my clothes with it and for sure it felt weird but when I thought of it to disappear it did but my clothes were still in the air and I could feel the clothes-

Meaning my left arm had partial invisibility when I willed it to-a gift but a glad gift when I then began to test my strength and whatnot- I realised that I had been strengthened somehow and my left arm was the reason of it all-

As my future-self had indeed imparted his strength, skills, knowledge and probably even more - and as I thought-

'Just how strong have I become?'

And as he thought that an answer was brought up almost immediately in front of him like a hologram-

[Strength Estimated To Be: 200-500 Tonnes

Peak Estimated To Be: 100,000 Tonnes

Genetic Potential Has Been Left Untapped, it appears the key hasn't been found, User's current strength is the same as the Original Hosts when he was 16- but due to his transfer of power to you he has become part of your strength and I am a mere projection of his knowledge and power if you will- I am his mere remnant here to help you.]

And as Pete looked at his strength estimated to be in the hundreds of tonnes he blanked out as he was shocked he never knew he was this strong or rather had this much force within him and felt something bubble up in him- he regained his left arm and had all this power.

He was over his head that's what he felt until he remembered the day Uncle Ben died-

"Pete- remember son- 'with great power comes great responsibility'- I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you- I can't be there for you anymore and now it's up to you- son I'm sorry."

And that line 'with great power comes great responsibility' stuck out like a sore thumb until it made sense now.