Several days went by as Peter tweaked, tinkered and perfected the formula for the web fluid and after several tests he felt that it was as perfect as it could be. The final formula he'd settled with was a poly-fibre that was able to be compressed and and stretched much farther than thought with only a limited amount of fluid used, this making it perfect for a long-lasting while limited amount of web fluid cartridge. The substance was extremely flexible but also had incredible durability, this being shown from the fact he had used it to web a neighbour's car to a wall and have it withstand the pulling power of a V8 Maserati engine. The problem with the tests he had done was that, even though they had proven flexibility, durability and adhesiveness, they hadn't had their abilities tested under extreme stress. And it was the final test Peter was on his way to performing as he thought of the properties of his web fluid, feeling a dull throb of anxiety in his stomach as he made his way to the testing grounds. Peter had added a pair of faux-leather gloves to his makeshift vigilante costume to prevent tearing his skin and leaving fingerprints behind despite the fact that within a few days his new superhero suit would be finished and wearable.

"Still, I feel kinda bad for liberating all of this stuff from these people, they paid good money for it and I just swooped in and snatched it all" Peter mumbled to himself as he subconsciously used his powers to scale the wall of the building he was on "Saying that, I had to make a pretty big sacrifice to wear that modified ski suit"

"With people who do are involved in professional skiing or bicycle racing they are often aware of the problems that come with having hair, especially if that person is male" the man speaking in the online lecture said "The problem that they face with their hair is that it often creates drag in places that, while small, can create just enough air resistance to add a second or two onto that racer's time and a second can mean the difference between a win and a loss. The way that most people combat these issues is by doing things like wearing streamlined clothing that can compress leg hair easily and a helmet of hat that presses down the head hair too. But a major problem that is hard to suppress comes from the existence of pubic hair, and those curly and thick locks of annoyance are extremely hard to press down even in a skin-tight suit and so this brings us to the solution to getting rid of air resistance caused by unruly pubic hair: shaving and or waxing my friends"

"Ugh" Peter said, shivering uncomfortably as he scaled the wall "I'm gonna need a new set of razor blades just to keep the undercarriage in check now" He ducked his head down just as a bird flew out of a nest that it had made in a loose brick on the wall and for the first time Peter looked down to the street hundreds of feet below him. A sense of vertigo came over him and then a sense of dread as he remembered how he was going to get off this building in order to test the web-shooters and the webbing's strength.

"Holy shit" Peter grimaced, climbing higher and higher, having almost reached the halfway point of the Oscorp Tower "I really hope nobody's up here right now" Peter had to manually remind himself to breathe as his fear had him by the throat right now and every iota of his mind told him that this was a terrible idea that was going to get him killed. But on the other hand, if this worked then he would have broken new ground in the scientific community because if the web fluid worked, and counting on no one else having it patented, then he would be an inventor that would never go down in history as he would have to tell everyone he made it, then they would find out who he was when he started fighting crime and then the bad things would happen.

"It is starting to get really cold up here now" Peter said, his teeth beginning to chatter softly "I can't wait to get down" After a steady five more minutes of climbing he reached the top of the building, flipping himself over the edge and landing on his feet. He checked the heli-pad landing zone for anyone else before confirming it was clear. He walked over to the large H in the middle of the roof and looked up at the last stretch of his climb: a thirty five foot tall extra set of floors that had the building's penthouse inside of it where Norman Osborn conducted business deals Peter guessed. With a quick sprint, a jump and a few seconds of wall-running he was up on top of the tallest building in New York city, seeing flocks of birds flying lower than him and the vehicles appearing as nothing more than ants beneath him.

And his plan was to jump off the edge of it.

Peter fastened his web-shooters onto his wrists and locked them into place, loading a fresh pair of cartridges from a bag he'd brought with him with a change of clothing and extra cartridges. With a deep breath he walked over to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the city below. The feeling of vertigo punched him in the face and he stumbled back with a terrified laugh, feeling his heart rate jump to panic attack levels of fast as his hands began to tremble.

"Well Parker..." Peter whispered to himself "This is the moment you either end up as a pioneer of science or you end up as a bloody pile on the side walk... for science" Peter stood still for a long second as he decided the best was to go about this. He could either jump as high as he could before starting the free fall or he could hang off and then drop like you did when you were too scared to jump off the high diving board. He could simply sprint of the edge and fall or he could just lean forwards until gravity took over. He thought for a long minute before coming to a decision. He was going to go with the last option he thought of and decided that he wasn't going to hesitate.

"Here we go" Peter mumbled as he stepped up to the edge, the tips of his shoes just extending over the rooftop "Do or die Parker" And with that last statement he leaned forward. There was no build up, no dramatic countdown or cool phrase. He knew that if he prepared himself to drop he never would so he decided to try and trick his own mind into feeling no fear of the fall. Of course it didn't work and the second he went over the edge he felt an immediate pang of regret.

"Oh fuck-" Peter gasped as he angled downwards into a free fall that he was too far away from the wall to abort. The wind immediately blasted his hat off, throwing it away from him before he even attempted to catch it. The wind roared through his hair and stung his eyes, deafening him to a degree that he could no longer hear, only feel the wind and his pounding heart. He looked into the reflection of the glass panes he blasted past, feeling a strange serene feeling overcome him as he saw his own body, arms extended out like the wings of an angel, flying down to earth. But he knew there and then that he was no angel, he was something better. He was both an arachnid and a Homosapien. he looked at the reflection and grinned widely.

"I'm a Spider-Man" Peter thought, his eyes locking onto the pavement only a few hundred feet below him. He tucked his body together, flipped forward and using his sixth sense he aimed his right web-shooter for a building in front of him. His heart in his mouth he double tapped the trigger and a strand of white fluid shot out of the nozzle on the shooter. It quickly solidified, stuck and as he hit the lowest point of his swing the web tensed, stretched and... and... held. There was an elastic whipping noise as the web allowed Peter to swing forward, bringing him back up from the death sentence he had almost inflicted on himself. He swung high up into the air and released the web, sailing up and forward before beginning to drop again. He shot another web, releasing this one before it brought him straight up again, maximising his distance. He flew forward above the heads and hoods of the amazed crowd beneath him. Another web, he was beginning to pick up speed now as the action become more comfortable. Another web, a whoop of exhilaration escaped his lips as he cheated death repeatedly, swinging faster and faster. Another web and he was around a corner. Another web that was followed by an acrobatic flip. Yet another web that he used his momentum to fling himself forward even further than a regular swing. And a final web to soften his landing on a water tower, bending his knees and panting excitedly as he returned to the earth like the rest of the people.

"Holy fuck..." Peter laughed, checking the web-shooters for any sign of damage or stress "That was incredible!" Peter looked down over the water tower at the people on the streets, some walking, others on bikes and a few on skateboards. It had worked! The web fluid was a complete success and he was one step closer to being a superhero to the people below him.

"What did I say I was, a Spider-Man?" Peter asked himself "No, not a Spider-Man... I'm the Spider-Man" Next Chapter: Damages Done Estimated time remaining: 15 Hours, 24 Minutes