Spiders are amazing creatures. Humans are fascinating beings. Combine the two and there is the infamous "menace", Spiderman.

A young lanky soon to be adult, still in high school, spending his free time protecting the good citizens of New York, while also dealing with the Spider DNA altering any expectations he had for his body.

He had been able to contort his body into insane positions, glide across the sky on a web, lift inhuman amounts of weight, and sense danger as easily as he could breath. However, there were some side effects he didn't talk about to others. He didn't want people to worry or overreact to differences in his otherwise human like condition.

Powerman had been the first to learn an unconventional side effect from Spiderman's powers. He couldn't receive a blood transfusion easily. The blood had to be doctored a little. That may have been because his blood wasn't exactly the bright red most would associate blood with. No his was a deeper almost purplish in color that when gathered in a vial was hard to distinguish. But just a few dabs here or there was clear that he had a bluish tint.

It had come from a paper cut filling out the necessary paper work for Fury. He yelped a little and took the cut finger in his hand. Powerman chuckled.

"You really cut yourself on paper? I thought you were wearing gloves?"

"I am. They're just a little worn from use. I'll be working on patching them up later."

"You know Fury will cover your suit right?" Powerman asked, a little baffled that he was apparently wearing through his suits so quickly. Spiderman seemed to grimace.

"They already messed with my mask and shooters, I think I can handle the rest of my suit without difficulties."

"Man, swallow your pride and go to... Fury? Man what is this stuff?" Powerman questioned seeing drops of a redish purple on the table Spiderman had been working.

"Uh, you mean my blood from my paper cut?"

"That's not healthy. We're going to the medical-"

"No! Wait! It isn't that bad!"

"You're bleeding purple!"

"Technically it's a bluish red, and completely acceptable."

"How is this acceptable? Blood isn't purple."

"Spider blood is blue."

"Excuse me?"

"Spider blood is blue. Human blood is red because of the hemoglobin interacting with oxygen while spider blood is blue from oxygen interacting with hemocyanin. I'm half spider. My blood may look a little funny."

"And Fury's okay with this?"

Spiderman turned away.

"Yes?"

"You haven't told him."

"I haven't had a need. I heal quickly and I don't really get cut. Just bashed and bruised."

Powerman groaned and grabbed Spiderman by the back of his suit, lifting him into the air and began to carry him to the medical ward to pass along his "special needs".

The rest of the team wasn't alerted though on Spiderman's insistence. He didn't want them to overly worry about him losing any amount of blood while he was out on patrol or completing a mission. That didn't stop Powerman from maybe being a little more protective, using his invulnerable skin as an excuse.

The next one to discover something peculiar about Spiderman was actually Nova.

They had been training with Hawkeye and given some time to be on their own to relax or hang out. Nova had taken this as time to get Spiderman back for a recent prank. He had left the others to find where their "itsy bitsy spider" had crawled off to. He spent about ten minutes searching when he found him at one of their indoor tracks. He was standing still looking at some equipment, before taking a place at a starting line.

Nova watched as he took off, much faster than he had seen any of his teammates go on foot alone across the hundred meter mark.

Not even out of breath, Spiderman walked over to the machine he had been fiddling with earlier.

"Four and a half seconds."

"Web head?"

Spiderman jumped, turning to face Nova as he floated in.

"What the hell was that?"

"Uh... nothing. Just testing my speed."

"Uh huh. A hundred meters in four seconds ain't nothing."

"In New York it is. Traffic is terrible and sidewalks are crowded Bucket head."

Nova did nod in acknowledgement. Running fast didn't mean too much given that it was a lot easier to go around via sky way. Although, this did mean he'd have to hold off on revenge. The academy was not the best place for an aerial guy such as himself, and if Spiderman could run that fast, he wasn't too keen on finding out if he was faster just yet.

With that, the speed was dropped, something Nova didn't really think about unless he was sneaking out for a midnight snack or something.

Unlike Iron Fist who discovered the next odd ability of Spiderman.

He had been in meditation when it happened. Perhaps people thought he couldn't hear what was going on around him when he was meditating, but that was not the case. He often kept an ear out in case there was chaos or danger he would need to deal with.

He was perplexed when he heard Spiderman pacing in front of him, grumbling about people not being able to see something.

"It was right there. I shouldn't have said anything but it was so obvious," he groaned, "Why couldn't Tony just listen?"

Ah, trouble with the Avengers. A more frequent issue with their resident head spider. Now that Danny thought about it, Spider did say he was meeting with Tony for a science session apparently involving different light sources to power his machines.

"He shouldn't have plugged it in, too much UVA..."

"And how could you tell?"

Spiderman jumped when Iron Fist spoke. Iron Fist stood, knowing it would be awhile before he would renter his meditative state, but it was hard to focus with Spiderman grumbling and pacing. A little time to talk about perceived issues should calm him down faster.

"Ah, Fist. Sorry to disturb you-"

"Worry not. It's fine. You mentioned something about him not seeing something? A common sense among scientists?"

Spiderman looked away for a moment.

"Fist, when you look into the sunlight, what do you see?"

Iron Fist was silent for a moment pondering what exactly Spiderman meant before answering.

"I see the bright yellow rays illuminating the world around us, becoming the color that they land on."

"Well, I see a rainbow of color. Not always, but... I can see more frequencies of light, so I can see more colors."

"From your bite?"

"Yeah. I thought that the bite just enhanced my senses including help my eyes. But sometimes, if I focus, I can see other spectrums of color."

Iron Fist placed his hand on Spiderman's shoulder. He had a warm smile on his face.

"Thank you for sharing this with me Spider. Does this often bother you?"

"Eh. Not really. I mean, when I'm tired my eyes tend to hover between my usual sight and the other frequencies but it's not too bad. It's just, I was tapping into it to see if I could help Tony. Not that he took what I said seriously..."

Iron Fist had spent the rest of the afternoon learning about the peculiar sight of his leader, something he would think fondly of when Spiderman tried to see things from a different perspective.

Though Iron Fist didn't see what White Tiger did when she went out with Spiderman on a patrol to, "let loose and help people".

They had entered a ware house and had apprehended the criminals there when Spiderman had begun to act a little funny. He had crashed into a crate earlier in the fight and had broken a few bottles with an odd liquid inside that made White Tiger on edge. It wasn't a bad feeling per say, but she didn't like not being in full control of emotions and mindset.

Also, Spiderman's odd motions and laughter were offsetting.

"Hey! Spiderman. We should get going. The cops can handle it from here," she called to him. Spiderman had already made quick work tying the bad guys up. So why was he wasting-?

"What are you doing?" she yelled in surprise. Spiderman giggled as the shot webbing all over the room, jumping around and connecting it in what appeared to be chaos, but her logical mind realized that each connecting piece was meticulous and chosen for a reason. Was he trying to make art?

What the hell kind of liquid did he coat himself in? She walked over to grab a sample when an ever so convenient piece of paper with price listings and instructions told her exactly what he was on.

"LSD. Dammit."

Oh well, it just seemed he was an artist when he was on a trip. She'd have to mention it to him later. Maybe use it or blackmail.

Spiders have blue blood.

The Wolf Spider can travel at two feet per second.

Some spiders can see UVB and UVA light frequencies.

Spiders that create webs will make them differently if effect by drugs. Caffeine leads to uglier webs while LSD makes beautiful webs.

Spider webs are not passive traps. Instead, because of electrically conducive glue spread across their surface, webs spring towards their prey. Scientists also found that the glue spirals on the web distort Earth's electric field within a few millimeters of the web.

So, anybody want to find other obscure Spider facts to mess with Peter? I would love to read about them. And the team trying to deal with the most pointless parts of a spider.

And yes I know that this isn't all that great. Another reason why others should give it a go. Take one fact, or more and create the obscure Spiderman powers that make life a little more interesting.