I wake up feeling hung-over, I wasn't drinking, was I? Nah.

I get up off the floor and rub my eyes. I pull of my shirt and toss it towards my laundry basket, missing, but I don't care.

I walk towards my closet but stop in front of the mirror as I notice something's different.

I have abs....

My biceps/triceps are bigger- buffer.

Someone knocks on my door.

"Emma?" Aunt May calls.

"... Yeah?" I check myself out.

"Are you alright?"

"Uhhh, I'm fine." I start flexing.

"Any better this morning? Any change?"

"Change?" I look down at my own boobs. "Yep, big change."

"Well, hurry up! You're going to be late."

"Right, I'll hurry it up." I smirk.

---

I rush downstairs. I grab the railing and jump over, landing right behind Uncle Ben with my arms in the air with a huge smile on my face.

"Goodness me!" Aunt May gasps as she enters the room with bacon.

"Jeez," Uncle Ben chuckles, turning to me. "I thought you were sick."

"Well... I got better."

"See?" Aunt May sighs, knowingly.

Primrose- Prim, Aunt May and Uncle Ben's adopted daughter takes a huge bite off her bacon.

"Bye, May, bye Ben!" I grab my jacket and backpack. "Bye-Bye, Prim!"

"Bye-Bye, Emma!" Prim waves.

"You haven't eaten anything. Have you got your lunch money?"

"Yeah, I got it." I nod.

"Hey, Mary Moser, don't forget, we're painting the kitchen right after school."

"Sure thing, Uncle Ben," I grin. "Don't start without me." I point jokingly.

"And don't start up with me," he points back. I chuckle and head out. Uncle Ben turns to Aunt May, "teenagers. Raging hormones. They never change."

After I close the door I hear Mary-Jane open her door, walking out on her father. 

"It's up to me! You're trash! You're always gonna be trash, just like her!"

"I have to go to school!" Mary-Jane cries, stomping away.

"Ah, who's stopping you?" Mr. Watson goes back inside.

I look down before following her to the bus stop. Once we get there, I decide to approach her.

"Hey... Mary-Jane." I grin awkwardly as she turns to me.

"Oh, hey... Emma... right?"

I nod. "Yup."

"You live around here too?" She asks.

I nod again, "yeah. This probably the first time I'm early to the bus stop, and not late."

She lets out a soundless laugh, "probably-"

"Hey, MJ!" One of her friends pull up. "I got the car, girl. Hop in!"

"Oh, hi guys!" MJ grins.

"Ooh, does your friend wanna hop in too?" The other one asks. 

"Yeah!" The driver agrees.

MJ turns to me, "come on, Em! It'll be fun!"

"I- uh..." I smile, "sure. Beats riding the bus."

"Sure hell it does," the drive laughs.

MJ and I get in the car.

"I'm Sally Avril!" The one in the passenger seat grins.

"And I'm Gloria Grant, nice to meet you..."

"Emma. Emma Parker." I smile.

"And obviously this is the famous Mary-Jane Watson," Sally dramatically gestures towards Mary-Jane who blushes.

"I'm not famous..." MJ then smirks, "yet."

"That's the spirit!" Gloria cheers, "hey, Em. Did you hear, our little MJ is gonna be a Broadway actress!"

"Possibly," MJ keeps her smirk.

"Possibly?" Sally lets out an offend gasp. "Oh, no, sweetie! Most definitely! Just remember to get me Sam Raimi's autograph, mkay?"

MJ laughs, "alright, alright."

---

The bell rings as all seniors and juniors enjoy their lunch. Harry is in the bathroom, as I'm eating the school's soggy french fries. I look to see MJ walking pass me. Suddenly, she slips on slipped orange juice and her tray goes in the air as she falls back.

I catch her before she could fall, and catch the tray, I then manage to catch all the food onto the tray.

"Wow, Em!" MJ grins at me. "Great reflexes! Thanks."

"No problem," I say breathlessly. 

She looks at me, "hey, you have hazel eyes. I never noticed that."

"Yeah..."

"Well, see ya, Tiger." She grabs her tray and walks off. I sit down and notice MJ's fork was stuck to my palm. I try to shake it off, but it didn't work. 

"Fucking syrup." I mutter. I pull the fork off, to see webbing that coming out of my wrist, stuck to the fork. "What the fuck...?" I accidentally shoot a web at a tray on another table. My eyes widen. Luckily no one noticed. I pull it back, but realize that was a mistake and dodge. The tray ends up hitting Flash Thompson's back. Everyone gasps and I sit up straight again, I look back, all wide-eye.

His friends burst out laughing, as MJ repeatedly asks him if he's okay.

This is a good time to leave, I decide. So I get up and walk out.

"What is that?"

"What happen?"

People stare as the tray sticks to the webbing, that's still connected to my wrist.

"She's fucking weird."

"Did you see that?"

I stare at my wrist as I walk down the hallway, I should go home. Call in sick again, yeah. Do that.

Suddenly everything feels as if it has slowed down, my entire body feels as if it has been covered in goosebumps. Something tells me to dodge to my right, so I do. And I fist slams into my locker. I look at Flash Thompson in shock.

"It's a fight!" A freshman cheers.

"So unfair, Flash's a big boy, and Parker's a small girl."

"Think you're funny, don't ya, freak?!" Flash asks.

"Flash, it was an accident!" MJ stomps down the hallway.

"My fist breaking your teeth. That's the accident!" Flash glares at me.

"Come on, Flash." MJ rolls her eyes. "Stop it already." Sally and Gloria appear right behind her.

"I don't wanna fight you, Flash." I step back.

"I wouldn't wanna fight me neither."

The kids were divided into two. One side was cheering for Flash to kick my ass, the other side was filled with students who thought it was unfair to me and sexist for Flash to fight me.

I dodge Flash's fist. And again. And again. Flash gets annoyed, and tries to full on punching me down, but I dodge that too.

Harry appears right behind MJ.

"Help her, Harry!" MJ gasps.

One of Flash's friends tries to body-slam me down, but I do a fucking back-flip to dodge it.

Everyone gasps. "How she do that?" 

Harry grins at me proudly, "KICK THEIR ASSES, EM!" MJ looks at him disapprovingly.

"She's all yours, man." Flash's friend says, Flash pushes him away before throwing punches at me left and right, but I dodge them all.

I then grab his wrist and twist it, then I punch him in the chest. The crowd quickly moves to the side as Flash flies to the floor. A teacher gasps and accidentally drops his tray on Flash.

The side of the crowd who thought this was unfair to me starts cheering, as Flash's side urges for him to get up.

"Jesus, Parker, you are a freak." Flash's friend looks me up and down with disgust before going over to Flash.

"Emma!" Harry grins at me, still very proud. "That was... that was amazing!"

"What if she's... you know... a mutant?" A girl not really whispers to her friends.

"A mutant?"

"Y'know, those super-powered freaks who think their better then everyone?"

"Aren't they planning to take over the world?"

"She's probably working with that one mutant, y'know... the Jew who killed President Kennedy?" She then scoffs. "He should've died with his family."

"Parker should've died with her parents," her friend laughs.

Harry glares at them, while MJ, Sally, and Gloria look at the two with disgust.

"Hey, don't listen to them." Harry says softly to me. "You're not..."

I run off. I ignore everything and just run away. Out of that pathetic school, away from those assholes.

"EMMA!" Harry calls out.

---

I stop in an alleyway. I stare at my wrist before looking at the spider-bite.

What is going on?

I look up to see a spiderweb and a spider crawling around on it. I place my hand on the brick wall, before sticking my other hand on it. And I start crawling up. When I'm on the roof, I look down in disbelief.

"Holy shit!" I mutter softly. "I can't believe I just did that!" I then grin. "WOO-HOO!" I cheer as I leap from rooftop to rooftop. Before stopping when I realize the next rooftop was across a wide road.

I stick my hand out and...

"Go web!" Nothing.

"Fly!" Nothing.

"Up, up and away, web!" Nothing.

"Shazam!" Nothing.

"Go!" Nothing.

"Go!" Nothing.

"Go, web go!" Nothing.

I then stick out my hand, doing the "I love you" sign. And a web shoots out. I stare in awe as I do it again. I do it again, and the web sticks to my wrist this time, but also sticks to metal crane.

I hold onto the web, tightly as I step onto the edge of the roof.

"Tallyho," I sigh before jumping off the roof.

I scream just before face-planting into a billboard.