Self Insert as Spide 01 A New Beginning

I groaned as I opened my eyes. I felt horrible and I wasn't sure why. My head was splitting and it felt like all of my muscles were seized up and I couldn't move. I started to panic at being trapped in my own body and my mind raced as I tried to yell or scream for help. Nothing worked.

Just when I thought I was going to black out from a massive panic attack, it was like my brain connected to my nervous system. My entire body felt like lightning went through it and then it was gone. Everything felt fine. It was such a shock and a relief that I actually did pass out.

I woke up soti later and everything I had felt before was forgotten as I felt a surge of strength fill . My brain seed to have released so endorphins while I was unconscious, because I felt wonderful. I felt like I could take on the world and I climbed out of my sweat soaked bed. I pulled the sheets off of it and bundled them up before I tossed them into the corner where my laundry basket was... and heard them as they flopped to the floor.

I looked over to the corner and the basket was gone. As was my dresser. I was confused by that, since it had been in my room since I was a kid. I turned around and my eyes widened at what I was seeing. My room was now half the size that it used to be and it also didn't have any of my stuff in it. The desk was different and was in the wrong place, the posters were gone, and my computer was missing.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked and jerked slightly, because that wasn't my voice.

I glanced around and looked for a reflective surface. I couldn't see any, so I went out the only door and looked around. I saw a bathroom through an open door and dashed inside to look into the mirror.

“You have got to be kidding .” Tom Holland's face said to .

“Peter? Is that you?!?” A woman's voice shouted. “You're going to be late to school if you don't get your ass moving!”

“Crap! Crap crap crap! Double crap!” I exclaid and looked down at myself. The clothes I wore were not mine and they were as soaked as the bed sheets had been. I pulled them off and hopped into the shower to take the quickest shower in history. I couldn't worry about what was going on yet, because I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do about not having any clue of what was going on.

I hopped out of the shower after only a couple of minutes, mostly dried myself off, and ran back to my room. Or Peter's room. I couldn't see a clothes dresser anywhere, so I opened the sliding door at the side of the room and stared at the clothes.

“Peter's a dork.” I muttered and rifled through the clothes there. I picked the least geeky jeans and a t-shirt that said Midtown High on it. I was not wearing any of the other t-shirts with math formulas, weird academic sayings, or kid designs on them.

By the ti I was dressed, I had a solid plan in mind and thought it would be the best way to explain my apparent lack of knowledge about anything. I left the small bedroom and went to the stairs. I was in luck, because the railing was tal and right at the best angle for what I was stupidly about to do.

Without a thought to the consequences of my actions, I intentionally tripped at the top of the stairs and practically threw myself down the stairs as I aid the side of my head for the tal railing. It wasn't until I was soaring through the air at a much faster speed than I had intended, that I realized I could have just whacked my head on the railing and pretended I fell down the stairs.

With a yelp of fright that I didn't have to fake, my head slamd into the railing with a resounding gong and I tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs to the floor.

“PETER!” The woman yelled as I landed on my back and my head thumped onto the floor.

I blinked my eyes several tis and tried to get my eyes to focus properly. I had apparently rung my own bell a lot harder than I had ant to, because the three faces that hovered over

were not coming together at all.

“So pretty.” I said and the three faces blushed. “Which one of you is real?”

“Oh, god.” The woman whispered and touched my head.

“Ow.” I said and she let out a scared sound as she lifted her hand and it had blood on it. “So, the one on the left is real. Good to know.”

“Peter, I... I need to...”

“Band-aid?” I asked.

“You're going to need stitches, you clumsy fool.” The woman said and disappeared for a few monts, then pressed sothing to my head. “Hold that and I'll call an ambulance.”

“What for?” I asked.

“You just brained yourself falling down the stairs!” The woman exclaid.

“I'm fine.” I said, even though I didn't actually feel that way.

“Oh, yeah? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“The one on the left is holding up three fingers.” I said.

“What about the others?” She asked.

“Three each.” I responded.

The woman sighed and put my hand on the cloth. “I'll just be a minute.”

“Call a taxi instead.” I said and she gave

a look. “It's cheaper than an ambulance.”

The woman nodded and disappeared from sight.

I laid there and regretted acting so rashly, just to explain away not rembering anything. Then again, I didn't have to pretend being hurt or that I hit my head pretty damn hard. It throbbed when I thought that and I lanted in my head at being proven right so quickly.

“At least you're dressed.” The woman said and knelt beside . “Can you sit up? The taxi will be here in ten minutes.”

I nodded and groaned at the movent.

“Don't do that, Peter.” She said and helped

to sit up.

The world swam a little and I was pretty sure I had given myself a concussion. “I think I have a concussion.”

“You'll be lucky if you didn't split your skull.” The woman huffed. “I heard how hard you hit the rail from the kitchen.”

“I hope I didn't dent the railing too much.” I said and she shook her head.

“You're not that hard-headed.” She said and motioned to

to try and stand.

It took a minute for us to manage it and the world swam a little more. I clung to her and tried to keep my balance. The worry on her face was sad to see, so I tried to be brave about it.

“I'm sure it's not that bad. I'm already feeling better.” I said and she didn't believe .

She helped

put on sneakers and a jacket and we went to the elevator.

“We should bring a plastic bag.” I suggested and eyed the elevator with trepidation.

“Lean there and don't move.” The woman said and ran back to the apartnt. She ca back with a white kitchen garbage bag and I accepted it gratefully.

I only threw up once in the elevator, which I would later deem as an achievent, because I threw up four tis in the taxi and twice as we sat in the waiting room of the hospital.

Three hours later, I had twelve stitches on the side of my head, a bald patch around the scar, and the official diagnosis of a concussion. A bit of pain dication was applied, quite liberally, and I was a happy camper as we rode in a taxi ho. I hugged the woman and held her the entire ti and she didn't push

away or looked uncomfortable.

We arrived back at the building this had started in and the woman paid the cab driver. I was feeling a lot better and we hadn't needed the garbage bag, which was a relief for both the cabbie and the woman. We rode the elevator up and I didn't react to the movent. The woman gave

a happy smile as she led

down the hallway to the apartnt and opened the door.

“Ho sweet ho.” I said and looked around.

“Peter, you can't go anywhere for the rest of the day.” The woman said as she sat

on the couch in the living room.

“No school?” I asked and she shook her head. “Woohoo!”

The worried look was back on her face. “Peter, you...” She stopped and sighed. “I have to get to work, even if it's only for half a day.” She lightly touched my forehead. “I hate to leave you here alone, against doctor's orders; but, the dical bill is going to take ti to pay off and...”

“I'm fine.” I said and actually felt like it. “I can't feel it anymore.” I lifted a hand to rub the bandage.

The woman lightly slapped my hand away from it. “It's numb, so don't touch it.”

“Kay.” I said and looked at the couch. “I'm going to lay down for a bit.”

“No!” She gasped and then sighed again. She turned on the television and put the remote in my hand. “Watch that and tell

about what you saw when I co ho.”

“Sure.” I said and stared at the television. “See you later.”

The woman gave

one more sad look before she left the apartnt.

I did as she said and watched whatever it was on the television. I had no clue what I was watching, though. I had never seen anything like it before and I had no ntal fra of reference for it. I didn't think that was odd, considering I was inside the body of soone else. It was kind of weird that woman kept calling

Peter when I was inside Tom Holland.

I fell asleep sitting up and didn't even realize it.

“Peter!” The woman from earlier gasped when she entered the apartnt.

“Huh? What?” I asked and opened my eyes. My head felt a lot clearer than it had before my fall.

“How long have you been asleep?” She asked

as she sat beside

and looked into my eyes.

“No idea.” I said and decided to start the necessary ruse. I glanced down to look at her hand and then back up to her face. “You're not wearing a ring, so I guess that ans we're not married.”

“Wh-wh-what?” She asked, clearly surprised.

“I'm trying to figure out who you are.” I said and took her hand. I tried to not laugh at her shocked face. “Are you my girlfriend? Is that why I find you so pretty?”

“Buh... but... but, you...” The woman stamred and then shook her head. “Peter, stop being silly.”

“You keep calling

that.” I said and gave her a confused face. “Who's Peter?”

Her mouth dropped open and she stared at

like I had lost my mind. In a sense, I had.

“In fact, can you tell

your na?” I asked and reached up to lightly touch her cheek. “It's a sha to have such a beautiful woman in front of

and I don't know who you are.”

She didn't react to either my words or to

touching her face.

I dropped my hand from her face and put that hand on the one of hers I still held. I didn't say anything else and sat there in silence with a calm look on my face. I didn't want to push things too much. I couldn't rember the na of the actress in front of , so I needed her to tell

who she was.

It took her about five minutes before she worked through her shock and squinted her eyes at .

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You cut that out right now.” The woman said in a stern voice.

I stared at her and blinked my eyes at her for several seconds. What she said couldn't be true. It was impossible. There was no way that I woke up this morning in... I looked down at my hand and saw two little marks on the back of it.

Oh, damn! Peter Parker died when he was bitten by the spider. I thought in realization. “Peter Parker.” I whispered. “I'm Peter Parker.”

“Yes, you are.” The woman said and tried to pull her hand from where I held it with both of mine. “Now stop acting foolish or I'm going to get angry.”

I held onto her hand. “But, if I'm Peter... then...” I paused and looked into her eyes. “You're May.”

“Of course, I'm May. Your Aunt May.” May said and looked down. “Let my hand go.”

“No.” I said and her eyes widened. “May, please understand. I really can't rember anything.”

“The doctor didn't say anything about amnesia.” May countered.

“He didn't ask

any questions except for how I was feeling, did he?” I asked.

May looked thoughtful. “I'm sure that... the concussion...”

“It could wear off eventually... or never.” I said and she caught her breath. “I could have permanent brain damage and I might never rember anything at all.”

“No, you... there's no way that...” May's voice trailed off and she turned her head to look away.

“I don't recognize anything in my room, the apartnt, or even the address.” I said and she didn't look back at . “What's an academic decathlon, anyway?”

May gasped and her head whipped around to stare at . “Peter! How could you not know...”

“I saw a poster over the desk and I wondered what it was.” I said with a shrug.

“Peter...” May whispered and she sighed. “You're wearing your high school t-shirt.”

“Wait, I actually go there?” I asked and she sighed again. “What grade am I in?”

May put her free hand on her forehead and leaned back on the couch. “Please tell

you're faking it.”

I used my hands to put her other hand onto my bandage. “Does that feel fake?”

Tears ca to May's eyes. “Oh, Peter!” She nearly shouted and pulled

into a hug. She cried pretty hard for about ten minutes and she held

tightly the whole ti.

“I'm sorry, May. I really am.” I said when she let

go. “I don't even know where to start to try and learn things again.”

May wiped at her eyes and stared at her black fingertips. “Damn.”

“Now I'm doubly sorry.” I said and lightly touched her cheek. “You look like a sad raccoon.”

May let out a snort and then barked a laugh. “Thanks a lot.”

“I still think you're pretty.” I said with a smile.

“Now I know you're lying.” May said and stood up. “I need to wash up and then I'll start making dinner.”

“Why don't we order sothing instead. You're too tired to cook.”

“Peter, money's tighter now than it was before.” May said and glanced at my bandage.

“Another fifty bucks won't make much difference right now.” I said and she nodded. “I promise to get a part-ti job and I'll start helping out more around here.”

May smiled. “You definitely lost your mory if you're offering to do housework.”

“Then take advantage of it.” I said and stood as well.

“What do you an?” May asked .

“I can't rember anything about what's going on, so you can tell

I always did sothing and I won't know any different.” I said and May stared at

with her mouth slightly open. “Do you need

to draw you a bath? Rub your aching feet? Massage your stiff neck?”

“P-Peter...”

“May.” I said and stepped close to her. “Right now, I'm pretty much a blank slate. Everything I do from now on could trigger a mory or even replace one. There's no way to know.” I took her hands again and placed them on my shoulders before I put my arms around her to hug her. “I am at your rcy and I am explicitly telling you that you can abuse it as much as possible, because I'm completely okay with that.”

May moved

back a little and looked into my eyes. “You really an that.”

“Of course I do. You're my girlfriend, rember?”

May caught her breath. “Peter!”

“You didn't deny it when I asked before.” I said and smirked at her. “No take-backsies!”

“Oh, god.” May said and rested her forehead against mine. “I'm your aunt.”

“Are you really? Because I don't rember that.” I said with a big grin on my face.

May looked like she was trying to not laugh and shook her head. “I don't know if I like having a joking Peter around.”

“Give it ti and it might grow on you.” I said. “Like a fungus.”

May laughed softly. “I'd rather a climbing vine and not sothing that could give

an infection.”

“One human limpet coming right right up!” I said and pretended to climb up her to make her laugh.

“Off! Off!” May said and managed to break free, so I chased her around the living room for a few seconds, then I pointed to the phone.

“You call for so food and I'll start the bath for you.” I said and went to the stairs. “By the ti the food gets here, the tub should be full. When we eat, the hot water should be cooled enough for you to safely enter.”

“Peter, you don't have to do that.” May said and picked up the phone. “What would you like?”

“No idea.” I said and went up the stairs. “Why don't you surprise ?”

“Like you've surprised

so much today.” May whispered as she dialed the phone.

I could only agree with her whispered words, because it was a surprise to

as well. I couldn't rember how I ca to be here and I was sure that it didn't matter, now that I was here.

I was Peter Parker, Spider-Man. Or I would be Spider-Man. Things might be different now, considering I had no idea what went on with Peter before he appeared in the movies. That ant I needed to do so major researching to discover where I was and what was going on, if anything.

With my luck, I was probably years before any of the information I knew about would co into play, assuming this was canon MCU and not an offshoot tiline or a multiverse thing. That wasn't an aspect I needed to worry about until I found out the current date and year, though. I wouldn't complain about it, either. Why would I?

I was goddamn Peter Parker after he got his powers and just before he beca Spider-Man.