You had always been an ordinary student, at least until a few days ago, when you suffered through a spider bite on your upper arm. Since then, you noted that your reflexes were sharper, your movements were quicker and, apparently, you were a hell of a lot stronger.

You stood over the bully, shock filled your eyes as you took in his groaning form on the school floor. In one moment, you were apologising for a mistake that involved him, the next moment you countered his punch by catching his wrist mid-air and flipped him to the ground effortlessly.

A few students stopped and stared, but none lingered, besides one.

Peter took in the sight, not knowing whether to be surprised or impressed. The shock that filled your body was familiar to his own, and it gave him all the confidence to approach you, his steps quick yet awkward.

He cleared his throat to grab your attention, hands steadily in his pockets. "So, uh," He started, quite quickly realizing that he had little plan for talking to you. "..Spiderbite?"