Here we go. My first story. Well. First one in a long time. Let's hope this one does better. I'll answer questions at the beginning of the next chapter as long as the answer doesn't spoil anything for that chapter or any future chapters. My girlfriend actually picked this one. Unknowingly though. This or Naruto. She picked Naruto. So I went with the other choice. This will be mostly comic based so if you haven't read the comics some of it may go over your head. There will be elements from the movies too as well as elements from Spider-Man PS4 (2018? Or is it technically considered 2019 since it was out so late into 2018?) Whatever. Can't have the AN run so long. Bold in this story will probably always be me, you'll be updated if otherwise, and normal text is everything else.

It was a simple jolt. I had barely felt it. But I did. This means I woke up. This in turn means I was out of bed and walking downstairs. I hadn't even realized I was no longer in my 18 year old body. I didn't notice any of this.

However, I did notice mymother was not the one making breakfast. I also noticed breakfast was being made for me, something I hadn't had since I was about 8. I also noticed the older man, and that the woman was decently aged. They weren't elderly but they weren't young adults. More of a pair of 35-40 year olds.

I also noticed when they called me Peter. That was certainly not my name. Hell, P wasn't anywhere near close to the letter my name started with! But being the nerd I am, I ran through every fictional Peter I knew. Peter Pan, Quill, Griffin, Venkman, Pevensie, Maximoff so on and so forth my mind collected all the ones I had even simply heard of. But only one Peter ever showed his childhood being filled with a man and a woman. The memories trickling in confirmed it. But only one test would put my mind at ease.

"…Uncle Ben?"

It was practically a whisper. I had barely even heard myself say it. But I did. Embarrassment or not, I had to. I had to know if what happened had truly happened. If my mind had truly gone to the correct conclusion. Had I really switched bodies with the character whose comics had taught me how to read? The character that started me on the road of nerdiness that became practically my whole being? The hero with the worst and best luck out of any?

The almost instantaneous reply from the older male was all I needed. It confirmed everything. It put all doubts to rest. A simple, yet so complex response.

"Yes, Pete? Something wrong? You're looking a bit sick, kiddo."

I was sick. I was sick because I was terrified. Was this 616 Peter? Spider-Verse Peter? Tom Holland? Andrew Garfield? Tobey Maguire? Drake Bell? (Drake was decent but the show he voiced Spidey on didn't have the best of writers.)

I was nervous. What else could one be in this situation?

I sighed. I needed to breathe and relax. I'd do this. My way. Question was…do I tell May and Ben? Other heroes?

"I'm fine. Got out of bed too quick, got a bit of vertigo. I was just wondering if we could go out to see a game or something. I know I'm not much into sports but what better way than to watch a game with the professional sports watcher?"

A distraction so I could think. I was rather smart on my own. Smarter than most of the people I had gone to high school with. Now add on Peter's intelligence, when used as well as it could be instead of being limited to avoid bullying and envy, and you have someone possibly smart enough to be in the top 3 smartest heroes. If I do say so, myself.

I already had a list of heroes I'd tell and wouldn't tell. Captain America was a for sure. The man may not entirely understand but he was honorable and did his damnedest to help others. Probably because of his mother. Moms always seem to be able to instill those qualities into their children. Especially moms back in the 20s and 30s. The Fantastic 4 were a Maybe. As were a handful of others. Miles Morales would figure it out. He figured out Octavius when the man switched bodies with Peter. He'd figure me out. As long as he was a Miles Morales from another Earth at least.

I'd heard the reply for the most part. A surprised "sure" before asking if I wanted to see a baseball game or if I'd prefer a football game. Baseball for certain. The Yankees were likely playing. If not then the Mets were a good substitute. Unless the teams were completely different. Hell there could be a team called the California Blue Jays. I had no clue. Because Peter never knew. My knowledge of this Earth relied upon Peter.

It was around 15 minutes later that I had finished breakfast. Pancakes. My favorite. And seemingly Peter's as well. No. I am Peter I have got to get that through my head. Nonetheless when I opened the closet I saw what was expected. Nerdy/Geeky clothes. The wardrobe would need updating. I'd also need a haircut as well as a job. Not with Jameson however. Or maybe I'd have to? Or Venom would attach to someone else? Hm. Best to just try and keep the symbiote. Come to an agreement with it. Parker is its perfect host.

Things for later. First I'd have to go to school. Flash Thompson would be stood up to. I dealt with my own bullies but none to this degree. Then again it was a crime to bully where I lived. Anyway. School.

The bane of my existence. School was simply too easy. It bored me. Always had. For that very reason. It seemed it was the same for Peter. The only reason he didn't skip to college was that he didn't want the bullying to happen on a bigger level. That and his Aunt and Uncle. What would they do without him?

The thoughts were quickly interrupted by buzzing in the back of my head. The infamous Spider-Sense. It would be good to rely on it but I'd need to find Iron Fist for something superior. However for now…

I listened to the sixth sense and hopped back a bit. It seemed Flash wasn't expecting that. Good. Then he wouldn't expect the rest of the whole situation. No one would.

"Nice dodge, Puny Parker. It isn't going to keep your head out of the toilet though." The bully practically spit out. How 60s of him. Quite outstanding, really. The step closer didn't help. He was obviously trying rather hard to intimidate me. Lame.

"Pretty sure that isn't going to happen. Why? Because I'm walking away." And I did. Or at least, I tried to. Flash quickly threw a punch at the back of my head. A tilt to the side made it fly past my head. Probably best to stop that before someone figures out or accuses me of being a mutant. I don't know where time stands.

"I'll gut you after school Parker. Just you wait."

What a generic bully thing to say. How boring. I was expecting much worse, honestly. Was Peter really scared of that guy? Jeez. Being Spider-Man must have really improved his confidence. Good thing, too. Spider-Man was all about seeming confident. And being confident. For the most part.

Flash never did "gut" me. Mostly because I reported him. Many would consider that cowardly. But I knew in this case it wasn't. I needed to keep the powers a secret. A fight wouldn't do that. So the best course of action was to simply report him and head into the city.

Ben had given me a card after I brought up wanting a haircut and a new outfit. Of course I got what I usually got. A simple trim to keep it from being too long and a slight upward spike. Nothing too serious but something noticeable to those who grew accustomed to Peter's usual hairstyle. And of course buying clothes was really me getting stuff for a costume. A blue long sleeved shirt, A basic red ski mask, A red jacket (something I'd spray paint the Spider symbol on), Blue joggers (Something which surprised me) and some Solid Red Converse (One of the easier shoes to put back together.)

Now I had the beginnings of my first Spider-Suit. Some old tinted goggles within the Parker residence and the old watches for web shooters would complete it. Basic Spidey stuff.

Unless…

A quick turn down the alley and a flick of the wrist confirmed no organic webbing. Good. Having organic webbing sucked. It never gives Peter the chance to show off his intelligence. The web shooters are made from some old junk he puts together and the webs themselves are made via an old chemistry set he has.

The web shooters impress Tony Stark AND Hank Pym! And the webs are something that was estimated by Richard Parker to need thousands in funding and a whole team to complete it.

Peter was a genius in Science with barely any rivals. When he applied himself to do so, at least. But his fear of being an outcast again always made him hold back. Something I would not allow. I'd push this brain to its limits. Our shared intellect would put us near the top. Though my interest was more towards increasing my arsenal to take on stronger foes. To save people. With great power came great responsibility, and being Spider-Man was the greatest responsibility anyone could have.

I could of course never be The Amazing Spider-Man. I couldn't be sensational, spectacular, ultimate, or any of those. Those were the true Peter Parker.

I could however be awe-inspiring. Phenomenal.

The Astonishing Spider-Man.

I tried to hit 2,000 but I just couldn't get there. This is better than my original stories though. Those had like 200 words a chapter. Let me know how you like it. Tips? Suggestions? Questions? Criticism? Review to tell me. Or PM me, I suppose. PMs will be answered in PMS. Reviews will be answered wherever I'm able to. We'll see how you guys react to this and I'll start on the second chapter. Can't guarantee a release date for that buuuut it will go out. I want this to succeed. So. Yeah. See Ya.