"Listen, Pete, did you pass biology?"
"Of course I did."
"Will you let me copy it?"
"Seriously? You're supposed to be a smart guy yourself, why should you copy it, Miles?" I ask my friend, closing my locker.
"You see, I spent the whole evening yesterday texting this hottie. Please, help your brother out!"
"Ha, okay, womanizer. Here you go," I threw down my notebook with my homework.
"Thanks, you're the best!"
"I know. Just don't tell Gwen, our Miss Piety won't be pierced by your "sob" story."
"Ha-ha-ha. Okay, I'll keep quiet. By the way, it wouldn't hurt you to get a girlfriend too. After your rating increased in the "confrontation" with Flash, a lot of contenders have appeared," Miles twitches his eyebrows.
"I don't have time right now. And girls like THAT aren't worth a dime."
"Well, think about it, buddy."
First period chemistry, best not to be late. Today I planned to get through school as quickly as possible. I'll probably even skip my last gym class. After all, it's finally time to assemble my Spider-Man suit.
Several weeks have passed since the memorable events. I decided to lay low for a bit and think everything through carefully. Even if that bookmaker tries to accuse the "Masked Marvel" of robbery. Who knows? I decided to do everything to make myself untraceable.
I threw out the T-shirt and jeans the next day. But I decided to keep the mask, as a souvenir. Stupid? Perhaps. But there's nothing that could connect Peter Parker and the "Masked Marvel," so let's consider this chapter closed. And a new milestone begins.
My fifteen hundred dollars are still there. I worked on the concept for a long time. The design will be based on the iconic red and blue colors, but this is a prototype. Ultimately, I'd like to wear something similar to the "Superior Spider-Man" suit.
Despite all my disdain for Octavius and the story about Peter's body being stolen, I have to admit that Otto's crime-fighting methods were somehow closer to my heart. Unless, of course, you count the stupid idea with the headquarters and his personal "Arachno-army."
Now that was stupid and villainous. Spidey is still a loner, no matter how you look at it. Probably a personality trait. But I digress. First, I googled all the materials I could use.
I settled on polyurethane and several types of fabric, polyester and microfiber, which I planned to buy at the weaving shop today. That's why I need more time, so PE, bye-bye.
Overall, this is great; I'm starting to get used to this world, and sometimes it's even hard to remember that this wasn't my life to begin with. Yeah, moments like these make me feel awful. I can't say I killed the "original" Peter. We essentially merged. But still, sometimes I feel like I don't deserve these powers, these family. Like a thief...
"Mr. Parker, hello," Professor Collins waved his hand in front of me.
"Huh? Sorry, I got distracted."
"Never mind, I suppose in that case you could tell me the difference between these two substances?"
"Of course..."
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"Well, Collins has really got his teeth into you. You know better than to provoke him."
"I answered all his questions."
"Yes, and since you're such a smartass, he'll continue to have a grudge against you."
"Thanks for your concern, Gwen, but I think I can handle the nagging of a fifty-year-old chemistry teacher."
Discussing the situation with my friend, we moved towards the table where Miles was already waiting for us.
"Guys, what's going on?"
"Peter was flying in the clouds during chemistry and Collins had his teeth into him."
"Wow, you're in trouble, buddy, this guy is a picky old man."
"And I stoically endured his questions, nothing out of the ordinary."
"What were you thinking about, if it's not a secret?"
"Umm….maybe about what we discussed?"
"Wow! Old Petey decided to go hunting for women's hearts?"
"What?" Gwen asked with interest.
"Miles is joking. I was thinking about revealing his "terrible" secret."
"Got it, I keep quiet and don't ask questions."
"Boys, what are you talking about?" Miss Stacy, who was in the dark, frowned.
"Don't worry, Gwendy, we're just joking. I have a little business to take care of, and that's why I was going to skip my last class."
"Skipping class, Pete? Not the best idea."
"I know, but it's really important."
"Then go, I personally don't see a problem."
"If it's really important, then go. I agree with Miles."
"Will you cover for me?"
"What else are friends for?"
"You're the best."
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The Astoria area is famous for its manufacturing plants, so I got to the workshop quickly.
"Hello, I have an order for Mr. O'Hara."
"Yes, several rather expensive fabrics, something is planned?"
"Yeah, a Halloween costume."
"That'll be nine hundred dollars."
"Here you go."
"Have a nice day."
"You too." As I said, the suit turned out to be quite an expensive pleasure. I can't even imagine how Peter managed to make it in the canon. Did he really use some cheap materials? Maybe that's why the suit often tore. I decided to take a responsible approach to creating my first uniform.
So I wouldn't be ashamed to hit the streets. That's why I spared no expense. And that was all, because before that, I bought five hundred bucks worth of reagents, with extras.
So I wouldn't have to worry about web production in the near future. I spent the remaining hundred on a limited order of lens material. The famous "Bug Eyes" are, in my opinion, the most important element of the suit. So, all the parts are there; all that remains is to create a masterpiece from them.
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[Three days later]
Sewing was no problem. I worked with the material instinctively. I even wondered if it was because of the spider? Or maybe I had real talent. Maybe I should become a fashion designer? The boots were based on sneakers I specially bought. I made the gloves myself.
Most importantly, the mask. I had to tinker with the lenses, but luckily that legendary "white material for superhero masks" exists in this world. And now, the moment of truth.
It turned out perfect. Not bad for a first job. It was time for patrol. After waiting until nightfall and making sure my aunt and uncle had gone to bed, I began getting ready.
I put on the suit and secured the web shooters. Spare cartridges could have been a problem, but I managed, with great difficulty, to make a rather mediocre belt with a few pockets; I'll need to improve that too.
It's time.
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