Peter's eyes remained focussed on the wall as his heart thudded in his chest. His hands and the tips of his toes felt like they were glued to the surface of the old brick wall and he couldn't seem to pull any of his limbs away.

"W-What-" Peter grunted, trying desperately to yank his hand away from the brick. With a hefty grunt he ended up tearing the top layer of the brick's surface off with a loud cracking sound, the pieces sticking to the tips of his fingers. Fearing that he would fall without the support of his hand he slammed his hand back onto the wall with all his strength and punched straight through the brick layer entirely, now getting his hand stuck inside the structure.

"Holy shit..." Peter whispered. He closed his eyes and thought his hardest about letting go of the wall, as if by some strange anomaly this new feature of his biology was under his control. But, as soon as he began to think of releasing his grip he felt himself begin to slip down the wall and upon regretting his choice immediately, her wished to stick to the wall again.

"Alright Parker, you've got two directions to go here" Peter mumbled to himself "And as much as I'd like to be back on the ground, I think up is the shortest way down at this point... now just, take it slow" With a mental command Peter was able to tell one of his feet to release the wall and then, once it was in the desired position, to stick once again. He repeated this process until he was at the top of the wall where there was a slight overhang where he would have to let go of the wall in order to grab and pull himself up. Peter knew from his limited time during rock climbing that this was one of the most terrifying things in the world to do as he would have to rely on his feet to hold his weight.

"And I'm not wearing a harness or a safety rope" Peter said with a terrified chuckle "If I mess this up I can at least put on a smile for the poor bystander that finds the puddle of Peter Parker on the floor" With a deep breath Peter released his hands and attempted to grab the overhang, only to feel his feet slip out from underneath him, sending him lurching forward and smashing his nose into the wall, recoiling backwards and beginning to plummet down to the ground.

"No!" Peter roared, reaching for the wall only to be too far away to reach. The fall lasted a few seconds but the pain that sprung up was enough to let him know he was alive. His back was the first thing to hit the floor, followed swiftly by his legs and then his head. Agony raced through Peter's body and he released a pained groan as he weakly reached up into the air and flipped his middle finger up to the overhang on the roof.

"How..." Peter moaned "How am I still alive?" Peter looked around to see that nobody had noticed him fall, meaning no one had seen him doing his weird new thing. Peter, feeling once again full of energy, rolled back, placing his hands on the floor behind his shoulders, before kicking up into the air and getting back onto his feet. He looked himself over and marvelled at the fact that not only was he not dead, he was also unharmed. He felt his nose and discovered that there wasn't a mark from where his entire body weight had caused him to slam it into a wall.

"What the actual fuck is going on right now?" Peter asked, looking at his hands with amazement "When did all this happen?" He looked around briefly before deciding to give himself a once over to see what he could now do with his new abilities.

"No, these aren't just abilities..." Peter laughed "These are super powers" He bent his legs quickly, straightened and stretched his back before deciding to do yet again another stupid thing. He bent his knees once more before leaping high into the air, flipping himself over backwards and landing lightly on his feet.

"Holy shit" Peter laughed, clenching his fists as an adrenaline rush surged through his body "This is incredible" After having learned that his feet alone couldn't keep him on the wall, he tensed his legs and leaped high into the air again, sticking to the wall and beginning to crawl up it. This time as he reached the top of the wall he kept his hands flat on the overhang and climbed straight over it.

"Probably should've done that in the first place" Peter shrugged, walking over the rooftop and looking down onto the smaller buildings just ten feet below him. Peter suddenly felt a tingling feeling in the bottom of his feet, tingling in his fingers and legs that made him want to do nothing more than jump.

"Ready Parker?" he asked himself aloud, taking a few steps back, swinging his arms by his sides as he psyched himself up "You better be" With that Peter took of at full speed and threw himself off of the roof, seemingly flying forwards as several buildings were cleared in a single leap.

"Superman, eat your heart out!" Peter yelled, panting from excitement. Peter's mind seemed to have opened up, analysing and planning routes for him to run through that would test his new abilities as well as giving him a rush. After skidding under a raised vent Peter threw himself into a roll and once his feet were on the floor he sprung up, corkscrewing through a small gap between two buildings. Peter was quickly coming up on a much bigger building in front of him and it caused a smile to crack on his face. He stepped forward with both feet before bending his legs and throwing himself as high as he could go, clearing the top of the building's edge by a good three feet. Peter ground to a halt at the edge of the building and sat down with his legs dangling off the edge, his chest heaving.

"What the hell happened to me?" he asked, placing his face in his hands and laughing. It was at this moment he remembered the spider bite, looking at the mark on his hand, and his eyes widened.

"It... it must've been a spider from Sector Seven's experiments" Peter realized. He stood up and looked at the moon high in the sky, his body running on a high that he felt as if he'd never be able to reach again. His daydream was interrupted however when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He took the device out and answered the call from his Aunt May.

"Hello?" Peter asked.

"Peter, where are you?" May asked.

"I'm still in New York" Peter answered with a grin.

"You were supposed to be home hours ago!" May exclaimed angrily "It's nearly two in the morning!"

"No way" Peter said, taking the phone away from his ear to check the time "Crap Aunt May, I got distracted and I didn't realize what time it was"

"Well hurry up and get home Peter" May sighed, sounding extremely tired on the other end of the phone.

"I will... are you gonna be asleep when I get in?" Peter asked, looking over the edge of the building.

"I'll try to be" May responded "I love you Peter"

"Love you too Aunt May" Peter smirked "Goodnight" With that closing statement Peter hung up the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket and, with a gentle lean, went head first off the side of the building. He flipped over just a metre above the floor and landed on his feet, straightened up and walked away as if nothing had happened, stuffing his hands into his pockets and whistling a merry tune. Next Chapter: With Great Power... Estimated time remaining: 16 Hours, 28 Minutes