"This… seems very similar to what happened to me," the second-generation Gwen murmured as she watched the First Spider-Man's mutation unfold on the Skyscreen. She could empathize with the transformation, having experienced something similar herself.
"Yeah! I went through it too, though yours was way more intense."
The Second-Gen Spider-Man nodded, recalling the fear he had felt when Gwen mutated. Back then, after catching Lizard, he had been so anxious that he had rushed straight to Gwen's house.
Luckily, she had awakened successfully and become Spider-Woman.
"You nearly scared your mother to death, not to mention breaking half the things in the house," George Stacy chimed in, shaking his head.
"Dad!" Gwen stomped her foot lightly, throwing him a look of protest. "Do you really have to bring that up?"
[1st Gen Spidermanlay on the ground. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Out of habit, he reached for his glasses, but as soon as he put them on, he realized something shocking—his myopia was gone!]
["Weird…" The 1st gen Spider-Man murmured as he took off his glasses. Then, his gaze shifted to the mirror, and what he saw stunned him.]
[His body—once frail and scrawny—had changed overnight! He now had lean, defined muscles, unlike anything he had before falling asleep the previous day.]
[He could hardly believe what he was seeing.]
[At that moment, Aunt May's voice came from outside his door. "Peter! Are you alright?"]
["Yeah! I'm fine!" he responded quickly, still staring at his reflection.]
["Are you feeling better? Any… changes?" Aunt May asked, concern lacing her voice.]
[The First Spider-Man glanced down at his transformed body and muttered, "Changes? Yeah… A lot of changes."]
[Hearing this, Aunt May sighed in relief. "Alright then! Hurry up and get ready! You'll be late for school!"]
["Oh, right—school!" The First Spider-Man suddenly remembered and scrambled to get dressed. Just as he did, his eyes wandered outside the window—right at Mary Jane's house. She was getting ready for school as well, changing in front of her window. He raised an eyebrow. "Okay…"]
[Downstairs, Uncle Ben sat at the kitchen table, drinking his morning coffee. As the First Spider-Man hurried down, he took the stairs in two jumps, flipping off the handrail with surprising ease, landing lightly on the opposite wall.]
[Aunt May, witnessing his stunt, clicked her tongue. "Really, Peter?"]
[Uncle Ben chuckled. "Haha… And here I thought you were sick!" He put down his coffee cup and let out a relieved sigh. "You sure seem energetic now."]
[The First Spider-Man grinned. He still didn't understand what had happened to him, but it certainly wasn't dampening his mood.]
[As he made his way toward the door, Aunt May called after him. "Do you have everything? Lunch money?"]
[Uncle Ben chimed in as well. "Hey, little genius! Don't forget—you promised to help paint the kitchen after school! Got it?"]
[The First Spider-Man laughed, pointing at Uncle Ben. "Yeah, yeah! Don't start without me!"]
[Uncle Ben grinned back and pointed at him in return. "Don't flake on me!"]
Looking back, Uncle Ben chuckled. "You know… we never did paint that kitchen."
Aunt May smiled. "Yeah, but it's not a big deal. The paint ended up being used elsewhere."
Because of the Skyscreen incident, they had moved back home once, but the chaos had postponed any painting projects. Now that they had a new place, the thought of going back just to paint the old kitchen felt unnecessary.
Meanwhile, in the present, Tony Stark stared enviously at the First Spider-Man's physique. "Wow… What I wouldn't give for muscles like that."
To be honest, he had always dreamed of having a stronger build, but it was clear that no amount of regular training would give him the kind of enhancement Spider-Man had. Unless, of course, someone developed a similar serum and injected him directly.
Captain America, watching the scene, couldn't help but reminisce about his past. He had once been just as scrawny—until he underwent the super-soldier serum transformation. But even his enhancement wasn't as extreme as what Spider-Man had experienced. After all, Spider-Man could stop a full-speed train—something far beyond human limits.
[The First Spider-Man stepped outside, just as Mary Jane exited her house next door. Her father's angry voice followed after her.]
["Ignore whatever your mother says! My words are final! You're useless! You'll always be useless—just like her!"]
[Mary Jane, her eyes red, held back her tears. "I'm going to school."]
["Who said you couldn't?!" her father snapped.]
[The First Spider-Man watched their familiar daily argument but chose to remain silent, following behind Mary Jane as she walked toward school.]
[As he watched her back, he found himself mumbling under his breath. "Hey, Mary Jane…" Then, as if dissatisfied, he repeated it with more confidence, "Hey, Mary Jane!"]
[He took a deep breath and spoke as if he were confessing. "You probably don't know this, but I've been your neighbor since I was six. I was wondering… could we go on a date? Maybe hang out sometime? I don't know—I just think it's about time we got to know each other better. But if you don't want to, that's okay too…"]
[Just as he finished, two classmates pulled up beside Mary Jane in a car. One of the girls invited her in, and without hesitation, Mary Jane hopped into the backseat, smiling brightly.]
[The 1st gen Spider-Man blinked, realizing the school bus was already pulling away. Panicked, he started running after it.]
[A classmate on the bus smirked. "Sorry, Parker! Bus is full! Grab a cab!"]
[Chasing the bus was nothing new to him. As he sprinted after it, he slapped the side, yelling, "Hey! Stop the bus! Somebody tell him to stop!"]
[But just as he placed his hand on the bus, something strange happened—his palm stuck to a poster on the side. As he yanked his hand back, the entire poster came off.]
[The bus continued to pull away, leaving the 1st gen Spider-Man standing there, shaking his hand in confusion. He finally used his other hand to peel the paper off, staring at his palm with a bewildered expression.]
Helen watched the scene unfold with a pained expression. "My poor boy… Have you always been treated like this?"
The First Spider-Man waved dismissively, offering a small, reassuring smile. "It's fine, really. Don't worry about me. Everything worked out in the end, didn't it?"
Gwen looked at him, her heart aching. Without a word, she reached out and took his hand, offering him a warm smile. "I'll always be here for you, Peter."
The 1st Gen Spiderman tightened his grip around her hand, nodding. "Yeah."
Meanwhile, many of their former classmates—now adults—squirmed uncomfortably as they watched the scene unfold. Some of them had bullied Peter in the past, and now, with the Skyscreen exposing their behavior, many found themselves suffering cold rejection from society. Some had even lost their jobs.
But none of that mattered to The 1st Gen Spiderman. They had made their choices, and they had to live with the consequences.
Mary Jane lowered her head slightly, letting out a soft sigh. She couldn't bring herself to look at Harry—not after hearing Peter's words from back then. Her father's behavior also made her feel ashamed.
Harry, however, didn't care. It was all in the past. Besides, in a way, he had been the one who wronged The 1st Gen Spiderman.
Peter had simply let go… and chosen Gwen, the better choice.
As for Mary Jane's father? Well, now that his daughter was involved with a rich man, he didn't dare to act out anymore.
==============================================
Support me at [email protected]/goldengaruda and check out more chapter of this or more early access chapter of my other fanfic translation.
New fanfic : Marvel : The God Of Punishment System
=============================================