. . -BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.

The teenager turned around and groaned into his pillow.

'Ugh. Uncle Ben bought this one on purpose.'

Peter brought his hand down on the clock.

Click.

THUD.

Sighing to himself he sat up and stretched his arms. 

CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.

'Oh yeah that hit the spot.' 

Reaching down he picked up his  alarm clock.

The back hatch was open and there was a tiny dent near the back. It seems that the batteries just fell out.

Putting them back in, he flicked the switch. It still didn't work.

'Ah, the batteries are in the opposite terminals. Clumsy me.'

Fixing his clock, Peter put it back and made to get off his bed.

That's when he noticed it. A strange feeling throughout his body. An undercurrent of strength, of power and grace.

His fingers felt lighter and nimble.  Even now hunched over his bed he felt limber and well coordinated. There was no strain on his back. In fact he was brimming with energy.

Everything felt a lot easier. 

Getting off his bed, he untangled his sheets and folded them. Did he grow tall ? Everything seemed smaller.

He walked towards the mirror to see what was happening.

His chest was wider and his shoulders were no longer rounded. The rest of his body had some degree of muscle growth. A slight growth spurt seems to have happened overnight.

' huh, I have muscles now.'

It seems he had become Flash Thompson all of a sudden. Glancing away he began to look for his clothes. 

Then it him.

'Wait, I HAVE MUSCLES?'

Standing in front if the mirror, he observed his body while flexing in ridiculous poses. 

'Oh puberty, have you finally bestowed thy gracious blessings upon this poor peasant?' Not that he was complaining or anything. He was tired of looking like a stick.

That must be why he felt so sick yesterday. He was finally growing up.

Looking around his bed he found a glass of water on the table.

Aunt May must have put it there. She was too stressed these days.

After soothing his throat with some much needed liquid he went to look for his clothes.

He rummaged around the closet before finding a towel and then stripped off his pajamas.

'Since when do I wear pajamas to bed? I must have been really sick yesterday.'

Looking at himself in the mirror Peter tried to find any changes to his face. Maybe a bit of jawline? A classic beard? He might be asking for a lot, but what's wrong with a little bit of narcissism?

There was a sharpness to his features, but nothing significant had changed.

He would have loved to see uncle Ben right now. He wouldn't hear the end of it from him.

But life never gives you what you want. Now Peter has to make up for his absence. Aunt May was optimistic about paying the mortgage but he wasn't so sure about that.

'The pension will stop coming by any week now and unless I get a job, aunt may would be hard pressed to pay it off.'

'Oscorp seems like an interesting place, maybe I should try to get an internship there.'

But paid internships are rarer than vibranium.

I'll probably have to find a part time job.'

'Funny how he never had to think about this kind of stuff before.'

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Wetting his brush Peter began his morning routine. Well it's not really a routine or anything but when you have done something thousands of times, your body tends to automatically do it while your mind goes wandering. 

Hmm , wonder if he will get a girlfriend this year. He wasn't about to get his hopes up, but maybe he had a chance.

That's when it hit him. In one single moment, his entire being changed. It was to be expected in a way. Circumstances like these are as rare as they come. But having nineteen years worth of memories cramped into your head is quite the experience. It wasn't painful or anything. If anything he felt...complete. As if he was missing something all his life. It sure as hell felt weird though.

Peter's memories were being assimilated into his, or were his memories being assimilated into Peter's? Who is he? Is he real? 

Looking up he saw himself on the foggy mirror. It was strange, yet familiar, somehow. He didn't know what to feel then, it's a lot to take in you know? The man stared long and hard at his new reflection.

'Not bad. A seven out of ten. Maybe an eight if I lost that baby fat. Is this how everyone sees me? Hmm, why did I come here? Moreover why this specific point in time? I wonder what my mom would think.'

That's when he realised it. But it hurt him a lot more than he would say it did. He had never stayed away from his parents for more than a month.

Accepting that he would never see them again was frustrating to say the least.

No matter what one may think, knowing that you will  never see your family again is a hard blow to accept, or at least it was for him.

Tears dropped. He rubbed the snot off his nose and looked back at the mirror. It will be strange to get used to this. He couldn't do anything else now, could he?

He can try to get the infinity gauntlet but that is a gamble at best. He will have to be extremely patient or extremely ruthless if he wants to go down that path. And he was neither of those. There was no guarantee that it was capable of multiverse travel. Nevermind the compromised morals. That was something that he was not willing to do.

Great, just great. I can't deal with this. I'll break down after I have my bath.

He wiped his eyes and got in the shower. The cold water was a welcome shock.

' At least Peter has a respectable junk size.'

Finishing his shower, he dressed himself before going downstairs.

The wooden steps creaked with each foot as he slowly made his way down. The hand rails were dusty and the paint was peeling off in some places.

Sounds of metal clanging filtered from the kitchen into the dark living room. The white paint slowly progressed towards a dull grey as he went towards the kitchen. 

How dreary. He wasn't rich in his previous life, neither was he poor but he could spot a poorly maintained house well enough. Why his father would never accept this, he would...he would....

May was making pancakes oblivious to his existential crisis.

A woman in her early fifties, Aunt May was the most sincere person he had ever met. Her presence alone gave a liveliness to the room she was in.

Who knows what kind of past is hidden behind her passive demeanor? Meh.Wonder if she will notice anything different about he. He was a bit taller than yesterday.

The clothes should cover his muscles for now. 

"Morning Peter, how are you feeling?"

May abruptly called out without turning around.

He had to get used to being called Peter. God it was weird. 

"Feeling alright aunt may, don't know what happened yesterday, I usually don't get sick like that."

Yeah that was a normal peter answer. This woman was like a mother figure to Peter. Don't let her get suspicious. He can pass of the muscles because of exercise or something in a month or so.

Getting closer, he watched as she cleaned some plates.

May was tired, the dark circles around her eyes were telling. She was probably checking on him during the night. She just can't seem to catch a break.

"Well, I am glad to hear that Peter, Oh did you forget your glasses upstairs?" She asked when she caught a glance of me.

'I knew I forgot something. Damn it.' 

 His eyesight was more than perfect now. Wearing them would only impair his vision. But he was not going to lie to her. Let her believe it's a miracle of the lord or something. Couldn't she notice something else?

"I can see without them. No idea why though."

May turned around and looked at Peter closely. That was unusal. He couldn't even walk without them. She held up her fingers in suspicion.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Five."

"now its three.

"two, one, four."

"So you can see."

"Yup."

"I must say Peter You look even more dashing without your glasses."

It was true. Unlike most people, Peter's face didn't seem to grow along with his glasses. 

"Why thank you." Peter replied with a smirk as he sat down. He winced as the chair groaned.

Aunt may followed after putting  breakfast on the table. 

'Might as well stuff myself; Peter never cared much about his health. Something I'll have to change.'

"You have quite the appetite today."

"The fever left me hungry, I suppose."

Peter's body was undergoing rapid changes so it was to be expected that he would be hungry. 

The spider bite should have made him absolutely shredded. But he was not. He still has the muscles but they are barely there. You can't make something from nothing.

He was still lean despite growing bigger and it was evident that had to exert himself and get his blood pumping to really make the muscles show. Peter looked as if he went on a diet and started exercising. Not as if he was a Greek god incarnate.

Yesterday was the day Spiderman was born. Funny that he never noticed when the spider bit him. He could barely walk straight when he came home.

The school trip to Oscorp was really interesting. Peter's dad used to work there, didn't he?

In a way it's a good thing the spider bite event already happened. He probably would have used spider attracting cream or something crazy to make sure it bit him. Who wouldn't want superpowers?

Breakfast was a slow affair like always. He was still getting used to his body, so he wasn't feeling any awkwardness sitting their silently.

The sun slowly rose in the sky and bathed the room in a golden glow. 

May chewed her food while looking at the windows. A couple of wilted flowers hung outside. She hadn't watered them.

Swallowing his food, peter spoke up.

"Do you know anywhere I can get a summer job, aunt may?"

She looked away from the window. Blue eyes frowned upon him as she stopped eating.

"I'll ask around the neighborhood dear. How was your field trip though?"

"It was nice, but I wouldn't want to work there anytime soon."

Despite their reputation, Oscorp was doing some interesting research, He'll give them that, moreover they gave him spider powers so kudos to them. But they had a horrible employee turnover rate. Look at Dr. Otto.

The family finished their breakfast and went to wash the dishes. Whatever Peter was, inconsiderate he was not.

"I'll say Peter; you are almost as tall as Uncle Ben now". Aunt may said while looking up at me.

'Huh I guess that's true. I gained a few inches last night. Finally noticed it, Didn't you?'

"I am a growing young man aunt may, what can I say?"

There was still half an hour left for the bus to come, he should have some free time. After helping aunt May with the dishes, he went upstairs to think a little.

Taking out an unused book he started writing.