Kapitel 85: Chapter 84

Twitter: Ah, nothing like a new year for a new me. You guys like the new costume? This shit was expensive!

I then put up the picture as my profile pic and posted it on InstaGram and my SnapChat story. I then leaned back and waited.

Holy shit it is him!

Spider-man's on Twitter?! What the fuck?!

Quick! Someone hack into his phone and shit!

Dude, how come a superhero in a mask is online, but Iron Man isn't? This is such B.S.!

Mr. Spider-man sir, I'm a huge fan! Thank you for protecting our city!

I responded to whoever I could, giveing off my thanks, and accepting their gratitude. I even threw in a little humor in there as well.

By the end of that day my account quickly became grew followers, reaching over a million followers on Twitter, Insta and Snapchat. I even got Twitter to make my account the official Spider-man account, giving me the little blue tick mark. I grinned, yup, like is good.

Chapter 84: Those who fight together stay together

I stared at the screen before me. I grumbled rubbing my forehead, "this doesn't make any sense."

"You're telling me," Reed grumbled, "when you asked me to help you out I didn't think….this doesn't make any sense Peter."

"I know, I just said that," I grumbled.

"Have you tried UV?" Sue asked from the computer, typing away an email.

"Yes, it still doesn't show any difference," Reed grumbled, "this doesn't make any sense. How does this even happen? It should be impossible!"

"And yet I am currently standing here before you completely possible," I told him with a raised eyebrow.

"Your blood is impossible Peter, nothing else I can call it," Reed zoomed in on the microscope we used to examine my blood on a cellular level. The screen showed a single one of my cells and its genetic properties, the DNA helix, rotating on it's axis.

"It looks like it somehow adapted spider like quality into itself, but only took on the good one," Sue hummed, "like it picked and chose what it knew would be beneficial."

"But it can't do that because it's not alive!" Reed exclaimed, "God damn it Peter this doesn't make any sense!" I roared and threw his notes into the air, walking out my lab in a cloud of smoke.

"Don't mind him, he just doesn't like not knowing something," Sue sighed, "it's an ego thing. But it is to be expected, he's a physicist, not an genesist."

I hummed, "I see, do you think you can give this a go?" I asked.

"Let's see," Sue got up and approached the screen scanning my DNA, "did you analyse the genomes?"

"Yup, here, can't make head or tails of it though." I gave her an SA with the data she requested.

Sue looked at it quickly making notes near each one. I took us a while, but after she was done with one entire sequence she put the SA aside and sighed, "Reed's right, this shouldn't be possible. It's almost like...like your DNA adapts itself to foreign objects. It some how assimilated the spider genes into itself, allowing you access to it's abilities."

"So that property existed in my blood before the spider bite me?" I asked.

"It looks like it," Sue pointed at a strand, "see this? That was going to make you agile and strong like a spider. And it has nothing to do with your DNA adapting itself against foreign object."

One eyebrow went up, "so are you saying I'm a mutant?"

Sue shook her head, "no, the mutant gene is clearly marked and visible. If that was the case Reed wouldn't currently be in the kitchen eating an entire tub of ice cream," I blinked, "yeah, he does that when he can't solve something."

I chuckled, "damn."

"Anyway, your blood, your DNA...it's something more. It's...I would say it's similar to our own DNA, it's mutated into something else entirely, not quite mutant, but definitely not human."

"So….a metahuman?" I asked in wonder, coining the term I knew that was popular in the DC comics.

"Yes...I suppose that would be an accurate word for what you are," Sue nodded, "though it really is strange, just how does your blood act this way?" She hummed going into an almost trance like state. I knew better to bother her, best leave her alone.

I went to my workstation, on it was the Doom bot I had 'precured', broken apart into various pieces. I was learning more about Doom's tech, it really was interesting.

As I continued learning from the machine my SHIELD issue smart phone buzzed. I turned it on and found a thousand or so messages from my Twitter, Insta and Snapchat accounts, a thousand each that is.

I couldn't respond to them all, no way in hell. So I did what all celebrities do, switch off notifications. Instagram was easy, most were follower notification, and so was Snapchat. Twitter though was a problem, I needed to read every time someone tweeted at me, just in case they were talking smack and needed to be put down.

As I began to have scan and input the Doom bot's design into my computer, don't know when that'll be useful once more.

After that was done I began to focus on my other little project, Councilman Nick Daves, the guy who somehow lost the funds to feed and shelter the homeless of New York on the coldest night of the year.

The man looked clean, too clean, but after a little digging I found he had not one, but two beach houses in the Hamptons and one Summer home in Greece.

I used Peter's subpar hacking skills to get into Nick's personal laptop, not hard considering he uses a public network to login every time he went to work. I searched through his files, first off let me just say he has a lot of porn, like 400 GBs worth, and second, he doesn't have anything incriminating.

I looked at the screen and sighed, maybe it was time I did this the old fashioned way, follow him until he does something dirty. Maybe I can put a tracking chip on him? Like the kind Peter makes in the future? Yeah, that sounds good, I'll do that.

"Peter, you won't believe what I just found," Sue suddenly said gaining my attention.

"What?" I got up and pushed all thoughts of Nick Daves to the side.

"Your blood, it's evolving," Sue spoke as she worked on her data pad, "well, no, evolving might not be the right word...it's morphing, meta-morphing to be exact."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's like a caterpillar turning itself into a butterfly, but instead of strings to build a canon, it uses stray strands of DNA or foreign object to adapt itself. Here, I tried to inject with the common cold, look what happened."