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Peter POV:
School ended, but the whispers hadn't. Everywhere I walked, I could feel the eyes on , following the faint glow of the Sandevistan through my T-shirt. It was weird being the center of attention, I wasn't used to it and I didn't like it. Gwen, of course handled it better, casually flipping her hair like none of it mattered. Of course, she's been popular her entire life but not much.
When we walked out the front doors, a black-and-white NYPD cruiser pulled up to the curb. Lieutenant George Stacy leaned across the passenger seat, motioning us over.
"Kids. Ride's waiting. Don't make hit the siren."
Gwen groaned. "Dad, seriously? Couldn't you just wait at ho like a normal parent?"
"Normal parents don't pick up their daughter and her glowing… friend." He said, squinting at as I climbed in the back seat.
The car humd with silence for a mont before Lieutenant Stacy glanced at in the rearview mirror.
"So, Parker." He started, eyes narrowing, " You mind telling what that weird, glowy thing latched onto your back is? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like sothing that crawled out of Area 51."
I kept my tone light. "It's a dical implant. Helps walk. Nothing alien, nothing dangerous. Definitely not radioactive."
" Yeah right. If that's a harmless dical implant then my gun's a squirt gun." He muttered. "It pulses like a nightclub sign. You sure you didn't get abducted by little green n and forget to ntion it?"
Gwen facepald. "Dad…"
He ignored her. "Could be Stark tech, maybe. Or Oscorp. Hell, maybe Parker's secretly working as a sidekick. I wouldn't put it past this city."
"Trust , Lieutenant," I said, fighting a grin, "if I was working as a sidekick, you'd already be captured by Spider-Woman for excessive dad jokes."
That earned a sharp elbow in my ribs from Gwen. "Shut up." She hissed under her breath.
But her dad kept going, like a train without brakes. "Speaking of which, Spider-Woman… I'm this close—" He pinched his fingers together dramatically, "—this close to catching her. Just a matter of ti. She swings around my district like she owns the place. Rookie mistake."
Gwen slouched lower in her seat. "Dad, please don't."
"She's either a gymnast, an acrobat or possibly an alien spider hybrid." He continued. "Maybe a failed Oscorp experint. Or hear out three kids in a trench coat using high-tension wires."
"Or maybe," I said innocently, " you really don't know just how close you are to catching her."
WHAM. Gwen's elbow t my ribs again. Harder this ti. I wheezed but tried not to laugh.
Lieutenant Stacy frowned at through the mirror. "What's that supposed to an, Parker?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," I said quickly, rubbing my side. "Just… sounded like a fun line. Don't read into it."
Gwen glared at . Her cheeks were red, but her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile.
The cruiser rolled on through the noisy streets of New York, the air thick with awkward silence and the faint hum of my Sandevistan.
Cutaway
Far from the warmth of the bustling city, in the damp belly of the New York sewers, Dr. Curt Connors stood over a cracked lab bench cobbled from scavenged equipnt. Vials glimred faint green under the weak light of a hanging bulb.
His voice trembled as he recorded notes.
"Trial six. Serum bonding efficiency: forty-seven percent. Genetic rejection: unstable. But… progress. Always progress."
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the scarred stump where his right arm used to be. His hand shook as he held the injector.
"One more test. Just one more."
The needle plunged. The serum burned through his veins like fire. His breathing grew ragged. Fingernails dug into the bench until the wood cracked.
Scales rippled faintly along his neck. His pupils narrowed to thin slits.
Dr. Connors gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead. "For science… for wholeness… for ."
Sowhere in the darkness of the sewers, the water stirred.
Back in the Cruiser
Lieutenant Stacy pulled up to the curb outside the Parker house. "Alright, kids. Out. And Parker… don't let that glowing spine of yours start shooting lasers in my precinct."
"Wouldn't dream of it, chief." I said.
As Gwen and I climbed out, she leaned close, whispering, "You're lucky he didn't catch on."
I grinned. "Lucky or just good at playing dumb."
She elbowed one last ti, but softer this ti. "Don't push it, cyber-dork."
And we walked up the steps, both of us pretending the world wasn't about to get a lot more complicated.
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