Peter looked at the bump at the back of your hand, tracing the small tendril of web attached to your skin. His brow furrowed as he did so, his eyes hardening with worry. 'So it's true,' he thought, sighing, 'you really did get bit...'

His eyes fell to yours, as he let go of your wrist. Your neighbor couldn't tell you what was the real problem. Hell, he didn't know how to! The boy was still mulling over the fact that you got bitten by a genetically modified spider, than the aftermath of it. You'll never be the same. Instead, you'll have to live with superhuman abilities, such as the ability to stick to walls and heightened senses.

Gingerly, he wiped the tears from your burning face. "You'll be fine..." Peter whispered, but he didn't sound convinced himself. After seeing what happened to Harry with the venom? He had no reason to be hopeful your immune system would pull through.