Over the next few days, Peter had been practicing in secret with his powers whenever the time came, using the next week to work on improving his general control over his new abilities. Some of these newfound abilities came under control more naturally, while others were... problematic to say the least.

Making good use of his new speed, agility and that strange danger-warning sense came by easily enough. They felt... natural, and reflexive. His strength however, well that had been quite difficult to reign in. He must have broken three pens and two calculators in the last week just by little overexertion's of his superhuman might. He'd really need to get that in line...

But on the plus side, this past week had been great for him improving his control over his 'web-swinging' ability, allowing him to navigate with greater ease and proficiency. His new danger sense, which he had come to call the 'Spider Sense' due to the connection between his other powers and that Anansi Spider, actually proved to be rather handy for the task. It warned him in the right direction to aim and fire his webbing, allowing him to plot a safe route through the city streets whenever he wished to.

Peter still knew to be cautious about these new abilities of his, as he didn't want to wind up drawing in the wrong kind of attention. He had taken to sneaking out at night and using the cover of darkness to test out his powers when the risk of being caught was much lower.

But now the question was, just what would he DO with these powers of his? There had to be some practical use behind them that he could draw on... he was hardly going to become an X-man or a vigilante or whatever- he was still sixteen, his life was hectic enough without adding that into the mix not to mention the risk it could bring to his family. But maybe he could find a more subtle way to capitalize on these abilities...

"Okay, so anyway, he comes to me then and says 'Harry, why don't you man up and try out for the football team. Like, no hint of a joke... no irony or anything, he just... he just literally suggested that I of all people, join the football team," Harry explained as he led Peter and Mary Jane out of one hallway that opened out into the vast stretch of the green football field.

The day was slightly overcast, grey clouds lazily drifting overhead and blotting out different portions of the blue sky. Several members of Midtown's own football team were practicing, dashing here and there and making practiced throws of the old pigskin. Several of the cheerleaders sat by to watch, clearly impressed by the athletic display on offer.

"You? On the football team? Yeah no offense dude, but I don't think you'd really last out there among those gorillas," she remarked idly. Mary Jane removed his green hoodie, untying the sleeves from around her waist and then setting it down on one part of the bleachers before sitting down on it. The redhead breathed out a sigh of relief and fixed her hair up before smoothing out some creases in her white t-shirt and dark shorts "I mean... first of all, you'd cough up a lung if you had to run up half of that field. Second, a firm breeze would knock you over."

"No argument on my end," Harry replied with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. "I told him, I'd TOTALLY look into it though. You know my dad, it feels like he could make your soul catch on fire with a hard stare if you said no to him," he added. It was true that Harry never had much of a heart for athletics. After all, he was rich and he had a decent brain on him for some academic stuff- why would he need or want to get his spine broken trying to catch any sort of ball?

Peter shrugged and took a seat between the two of them on the bleachers "I dunno, you could always try out for the mascot job- I hear it's pretty dignified. Plus you could probably smoke whatever you want inside that suit with nobody noticing," he added.

"You might just be onto something there," Mary Jane said before giving a small laugh. Harry rolled his eyes. "Eh, honestly I don't think either of you have ever had much of an interest in the physical stuff." That much was true- prior to Peter gaining these powers, which he was still very much keeping under wraps- even from these two- Mary Jane had been the fittest among the three of them by quite a margin.

"Oh yeah, dad would love that..." Harry remarked under his breath He laid down on his back and left both of his feet resting against one of Peter's legs, and while his bespectacled friend was looking at him in mind annoyance Harry took a moment to pluck some lint from the collar of his white polo shirt. "I'll stick to the brainy stuff. I've still been working on the old science presentation, growing those bacteria in different cultures of agar."

The mention of bacteria alone had Mary Jane wrinkling her nose slightly "Yeah see, that's the kind of stuff that keeps me from getting into the biology part of science." She shrugged her shoulders "Chemistry is okay, physics is boring... but biology is just really kinda nasty."

Peter took a moment to fix up his glasses, keeping up the illusion that he still needed them or that they were even functioning lenses, and said "It's not that bad once you get into it." He turned to Harry then "By the way, I heard the Richards Expedition is underway tonight. They're gonna be checking out some weird radioactive signal that they detected coming from around Proxima Centauri. Supposedly it'll be passing close to Earth soon and they wanna analyse it," he explained.

The heir to Oscorp scratched one cheek and gave his oldest friend a rather dull look, as if he seemed bored with life "I was never big on Richards anyway. Always came off as a snob, and kind of a tool in general."

"You mean like, the guy with those weird white bits of hair on his temples?" Mary Jane asked, tilting her head slightly. She rolled her shoulders "Yeah, I don't like him a whole lot either. I'll probably check the news on it though- space radiation sounds pretty awesome."

Peter took a moment to fix up the sleeves of his red t-shirt, the fabric tangled up slightly on his upper arms and then he did the same with the cuffs of his black jeans when he saw that they had rode a few inches up his legs. The brunette hummed then and glanced over to the football pitch to see that the players had gathered up into one crowd, chatting and whispering among themselves and occasionally glancing his way. They were planning something, no doubt. But they werent going to mess with him ever again.

"Yeah, that's the one," Peter remarked as he returned his focus to Mary Jane. "I dunno, I don't think he's so bad. He's kind of 'out there' but you know, that's how it usually is with those mega-genius types," he explained as he slouched back slightly against the material of the bleachers.

It was around that moment that Peter felt a slight buzz in his skull, the sensation of a very imminent threat. Flash was creeping up on him, that towering freakshow pulling his arms back and ready to snap forward like the jaws of a bear trap. When Flash lunged forward then, ready to catch his prey in a headlock, Peter suddenly moved around at such speeds that he very nearly vanished from sight.

Flash blinked in surprise, staring at the vacant spot in his arms where he had expected to nab Parker, while Peter himself stood about a foot away from where he had previously been sitting completely untouched. Harry and Mary Jane turned, giving quizzical looks to the alpha jock. "How the hell..." Flash murmured.

"Huh. I would've figured a guy named 'Flash' would've been faster than that. I think you might be losing your touch," Peter marked, smiling smugly and then taking a moment to fix his glasses up. Damn it felt good to one up that jerk, to see the anger slowly bubbling on his face. "Oh, my mistake. How could I forget that 'Flash' is just a nickname, when your real name is..." he trailed off, watching Flash growing more and more annoyed. Oh Peter knew full well how the football star loathed hs first name... just what the newly empowered human wanted. "... Eugene."

The towering bully let out a snarling noise, like a raging bull, and he immediately started charging after Peter. The brunette dashed through the bleachers, keeping his speed in check so that he was always teasingly just out of reach, when in reality he could literally run circles around Flash if he saw fit to.

By this point, Mary Jane had risen to her feet and yelled out "Come on Flash, grow a sense of humor you jackass!"

"Should we like... get involved?" Harry asked, pausing and raising a brow when he saw Peter suddenly come to a halt on the green of the football field.

"You can wait here, but I'm getting involved," Mary Jane growled.

But then, in an instant, she saw something that had her freezing up out of the sheer shock of the moment. Peter had whipped forward with another impressive degree of speed, kicking Flash's feet out from under him mid-charge with a quick sweep of his leg. Flash was sent hurtling forward, knocked across the air and several feet across the grass by his own momentum. Flash crashed shoulder first, tumbling and rolling across the field until he skidded to a halt face-down on the field. Peter smiled and slowly wiped his outstretched foot on the grass.

The rest of the football team looked on slackjawed, and the cheerleaders weren't sure what to do- giggle at the embarrassing sight of Flash in a heap like that, or look on at the fact that it was Peter Parker of all people who put him that way. Even Mary Jane had frozen up, trying to process that shocking sight "Uh... Harry...?"

"Yeah MJ?" Harry asked, clearly just as shocked as the redhead was.

"You saw that happen too, right?"

"Ah... yeah. Yeah I did."

"Good. For a moment there I thought I just got a contact high off of you..."

Flash grunted, rubbing the back of his head while forcing himself to stand up again. Now he was burning with anger, embarrassment and plain indignation that his prime target was turning the tables on him like this. "Huh... you know, I kinda thought you were supposed to be good at this," Peter mused "Cause I mean, all those bruises you gave me over the years- they were a sign of real skill. I guess you're just losing your touch."

Perhaps he was going too fa with this, abusing his new advantages... but he had already gotten started, and as the old saying goes 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' He might as well just give Flash a taste of his own medicine while he was insisting on causing trouble.

"Oh I am gonna beat you unmerciful..." Flash growled. The other members of the football team held their breath as they looked on, wondering just how this would turn out. The star athlete rushed forward as fast as he could, like a bull charging forward intent to gore it's prey on it's sharpened horns.

His large fist swung forward, carrying behind it the momentum of a man seemingly twice Peter's size. However to the human mutate, it might as well have been moving in slow motion against him, and he casually stepped backward to avoid the blow, only fling the faint disturbance of the wind directly in front of his face. Another punch, another quick dodge, and it seemed that every time Flash's fist came close to him- he dodged by a very deliberately slim margin.

And then Peter shot forward, his own body a blur as he landed a clean jab to Flash's feet that sent him flat on his back- almost knocking him out cold in a single motion. The others on the field sat about slackjawed, many of them pinching themselves to make sure that they weren't dreaming right now... Did 'Puny Parker' really just kick Flash Thompson's ass with one punch?

"One punch! ONE PUNCH!" Harry exclaimed in shock, before bursting out in a fit of laughter. Mary Jane suppressed a few snorts of laughter that rose up through her body, the amusement of the moment starting to outweigh the surprise.

"Huh. Maybe if you spent more time practicing and less time acting like a jackass, you wouldn't be getting your ass kicked by a nerd," Peter remarked cockily. He froze up then, hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. Oh dear... He turned quickly, and the spider-powered mutate's greatest worry had come about.

Principal Lewis stood there, a rather unamused expression on her faced and her arms crossed over her chest. She was a tall and dark-skinned woman entering into her late-forties, plump in many respects, but those harsh green hawk-like eyes of hers were enough to put the fear of god in anyone. She pushed her half-moon glasses up the bridge of her nose and then trailed two fingers up to send two stray strands of greying hair behind her ear.

"Parker. Thompson. In my office, now."

In all his years of education, Peter had never been in the principal's office for any sort of punishment until now. It just figured that the one time he tried to stand up for himself, he'd get in shit over it...

He sat there, a look of clear annoyance painted on his face, while Uncle Ben took the seat beside him and directly across from Principal Lewis. "... again I'm really sorry that something like this happened on your watch," Ben continued, giving a small sigh and scratching at his temple "Honestly I just find it a shock to think of our Peter doing something like this."

"You're not the only one," the Principal replied in a dry tone. Ira moved a hand up, fixing her glasses up "He's lucky that this is his first major transgression, otherwise he'd be looking at some major consequences."

"I'll see that the whole matter is straightened out back home. Thank you, Principal Lewis," Ben added as he rose up out of his wooden seat, while the principal rose out of her more plush leather seating. They shook hands over the large dark oak desk, while Peter let his eyes wander over the various decorations and framed photos that the principal had decorating her walls.

Ben didn't say a whole lot as he led the way out of the high school, walking slowly and steadily toward the parking lot to the right of Midtown High. Beneath his stoic expression however, the normally kindly man was grappling with all manner of feelings of worry and confusion. His own nephew starting a fight in school? What was the world coming to?

He opened up the driver side door of his faded blue Mustang while Peter got in the passenger side, and once the engine had rumbled to life the two were driving back through the traffic-cramped streets of New York. "You want to talk about it?" Ben asked finally, keeping his eyes squarely on the road.

"Not particularly..." Peter murmured in response. He let his chin rest on one propped up hand and gazed lazily out of his window.

"Starting fights... causing trouble. I mean for god's sake, that's not who you are," Ben replied, glancing briefly over at his nephew. He was annoyed and a little disappointed, sure, but he was also deeply worried to have his normally calm and intelligent nephew engaging in such acts.

At that, Peter scowled and gave his uncle a sideways glance "I'm sick and tired of being a doormat, especially to that jackass," he replied quickly. "Flash Thompson has been giving me grief ever since I started high school, yet I bet they all look the other way because he's their football star. I stick up for myself for once, and I'm the bad guy?"

Ben shook his head and sank back into the seat of his car "Provoking someone isn't the same as sticking up for yourself. If you had just told him off that would have been one thing, but from the sounds of things it seems like you wanted him to hit you, so you'd have the excuse to knock him flat on his ass." The car turned one corner, and Ben breathed out a low sigh "I dunno how you managed to even take down someone twice your size, but that's a moot point. The simple fact of the matter is Peter, that just because you could do that to someone, doesn't mean you should. I would've thought you'd be more responsible than that."

"Hmph..." The teenager returned to scowling, and he still firmly felt himself in the right on this. He had these powers, and he was going to use them as he saw fit too.

He had headed straight to his room after that, seated on his bed and lazily browsing the internet. In one browser window Peter had kept his Facebook account open, chatting away with Harry over the messenger while he was using another window to try and find some practical, money-making use for these abilities.

'Dude, I seriously still can't get over how awesome that was today,' Harry had typed 'knocking that douche flat on his ass with one punch? when did you start hitting the gym Balboa?'

The brunette smirked slightly and then quickly typed back 'that one arm sees a lot of work dude.' That was followed soon after by a quick '#LOL' on Harry's end, and Peter glanced back to his other open tab to keep rifling through possibilities.

Peter paused then, his eyes being drawn to one ad that had popped up on his news feed. 'Royal Rumble Underground Free-For-All! All challengers are welcome to take on our MMA champ, and if anyone is lucky enough to win, they could take home a $1000 cash prize!'

He blinked for a moment, rereading the lines a few times before grinning to himself. 'I think I'll be getting a little more exercise too,' he typed.

A/N:

Swan Parker: This is a cool version of a classic story! I hope you continue! Also could you add some MJ/Peter later. OTP:)

That's the most likely pairing to come out of it. I doubt Gwen Stacy will come in at all, I lost all interest in the character after that godawful 'Sins Past' story.

Primarch Zero: Man I've heard and a seen the spider man origin story many times. But this seems fresher more distinguished I like it. Hey, will the black panther be appearing in this story? The guy doesn't get much recognition anywhere else.

Black Panther is likely to appear, since Wakanda does exist in this story, and I'll probably make reference to more classic lineups of Avengers than the modern or cinematic ones. Though, he won't have much role or presence in the story.

RedHunter87:

2. The webbing. I am with holding complete judgement to see how you do it, but I hope that he doesn't have an unlimited amount to call upon, you are missing a huge chance for plot devices if you do that way. Also how is he going to create special webbing with it coming out of his wrists like that? I think that you could have gone with the ones he built, and explained that being bit gave him a natural knowledge of how to design and build them. He tells that story to one of the people that he explains his origins too. I think it's the story that Marvel did about the dying child who just wanted to meet spider-man that wasn't really considered canon to the time-line.

3. Speaking of webbing, I think his natural ability to web swing comes from what the spider passed on to him when it bit him, but hes able to implement it, because of his spider sense. His spider sense tells him exactly well to place each piece of webbing safely without him really thinking about it, making it very natural. If you are going in that direction, I think you need to explain that better.

Well, the natural webbing does come with its own disadvantages. While he has a much larger supply, he lacks the ability to create things like web balls or insulated webbing. And his natural shooters can't draw on the same range and pressure of mechanical ones. There might just be mechanical ones coming in the future.