Capítulo 2: Plans{Edited]
[Peter's POV]
Early Morning
"Hmm..." I stirred awake, groaning as sunlight spilled through the window—bright and annoying. Memories of last night hit me like a truck, and I cursed under my breath. "Damn it... so it wasn't a dream."
I glanced around the room—nerdy, cluttered, and unfamiliar. Peter Parker's room. The tragic boy, the hero doomed to suffer in the Marvel Universe. His destiny? To be a hero who endures loss and pain, something that now fell on my shoulders.
Speechless, I sat up and walked to the mirror, staring at the unfamiliar face and body reflected at me.
A mop of messy, unkempt brown hair slicked back over my head. Hazel's eyes stared back at me, travelling down the body I now inhabited. Decent height—about 178 cm—with a skinny physique that couldn't be called healthy. But damn, he was handsome, almost like Andrew Garfield. Yeah, that guy who played Spider-Man... fitting.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, exhaled slowly, and opened them again. "Well, this is a fresh start to my life. Let's just hope I don't die early, especially in the Marvel-verse." Determination flickered in my gaze, even as unease gnawed at the edges.
I walked into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and opened the wardrobe, only to groan. "Damn, Peter, why the hell do you own t-shirts with math formulas and chemistry equations? Dork!"
It was a small relief that this version of Peter Parker didn't wear glasses. I sighed, pulling out a decent set of clothes to wear.
But then, a thought struck me. Did the original Peter Parker die? Or was I born as Peter after some traumatic experience?
Yet, despite the questions swirling in my mind, it felt like I had always been Peter Parker. I had his intelligence as well as emotions and feelings—but I also had memories of a world where this current one was nothing more than a comic written by Stan Lee. It was weird knowing I was now in a comic world or the MCU.
After getting ready, I headed downstairs and found Aunt May cooking. Tch, she did look like that actress Marisa Tomei.
Chuckling softly, I walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, Aunt May. It smells delicious. I'm starving."
She turned toward me, a strained smile on her face. It was clear she still hadn't gotten over yesterday's events.
"Peter, dear, good morning. How's your health? Are you still in pain?" she asked, her voice heavy with concern as she reached out to touch the wound on my forehead.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, May. I'm strong." I smiled, trying to lighten the mood as I sat down to eat breakfast.
"Peter... stay home and rest," she insisted, her worried gaze fixed on me. "I'll talk to your principal and ask for leave on your behalf."
I nodded, masking my thoughts. I still didn't know which version of the Marvel universe I was in. There were countless variations, each with its own rules and chaos.
"Okay, Aunt May, you don't need to worry so much. And stop stressing—it doesn't look good on your beautiful face." I flashed her a carefree smile.
Her eyes widened in surprise at my comment. "Okay, Peter. Take care of yourself." She ruffled my hair before leaving for work, her official outfit drawing my gaze. Uncle Ben was a lucky man.
Once she left, I sighed in relief. Finally, some personal space. I could stop pretending to be the original Peter. I'd need to ease into these changes, though, blaming the accident for any noticeable shifts in my behaviour.
I returned to my room and booted up the old computer. "Damn, it sure looks so old" I sighed again, resolving to get a new one as soon as possible.
After logging in, I searched for information about Tony Stark, Captain America, the X-Men—anything that might confirm what kind of world I was in.
Fifteen minutes later, I leaned back in my chair. It was a mixed world. Stark Industries existed, but judging from the news, Tony hadn't been kidnapped yet or become Iron Man. The Baxter Building was there, home to the Fantastic Four.
Mutants were known, but only vaguely. Xavier's school was well hidden, though there were traces of incidents involving mutants and Magneto's Brotherhood. It was like someone—or something—was deliberately keeping the supernatural hidden from the public. SHIELD, maybe? Or Xavier himself?
There were records of Captain America, his heroic history well-documented. And it seemed like he'd just been pulled out of the ice. But Red Skull's involvement? Buried under vague references to terrorist groups.
It felt like the start of MCU events.
"Hah..." I sighed, rubbing my temples. It was overwhelming, being an ordinary person thrown into a world of gods and monsters.
Suddenly, a message popped up on my phone.
"Hm? Who's texting me?" I muttered, picking it up.
Gwen: [Peter, where are you??]
Gwen: [Why didn't you come to school?? Are you okay?]
"Huh..." I stared at the screen. Gwen seemed worried. Memories of her surfaced, confirming their close friendship. She was geeky like Peter, loved science, and—damn—she had a crush on him.
The original Peter, oblivious as ever, never noticed. He'd been too busy crushing on the redhead, Mary Jane Watson. And yep, she was hot—straight out of a comic book.
Still, I had to focus on Gwen for now.
Me: [Sorry, Gwen. I caught a cold and a headache, so I'm resting at home.]
Gwen: [Gosh... I thought something happened to you!]
Gwen: [Do you need my notes?]
Me: [Don't worry, Gwen. I'll see you on Monday.]
Gwen: [Okay, bye... Take care, Pete!]
Smiling to myself, I put the phone down and looked out the window. It was time to plan. I might have a second chance at life, but this world was far more dangerous than my old one.
Gods. Cosmic entities. A purple Titan obsessed with bullshit balance or whatever, and the Ancient One, who'd probably already noticed my presence.
I called the system in my mind, and a blue hologram flickered into view.
-[PROTOTYPE EVOLUTIONARY SYSTEM ]-
[ONLINE]
[APPRAISAL]
[MERGE]
[INVENTORY]
I looked at the blue hologram. Suddenly, I used the appraisal on the ant crawling on the edge of my desk.
[APPRAISAL]
[Queen Ant- it is known for controlling a horde of soldier ants and can lift 10-50 times their original weight.]
"Woah, 50 times?" I exclaimed in surprise, then asked the system in my head, as calling out every time felt weird.
"System, can I merge with the genes of an ant?" I asked silently.
[Yes, the Host can merge with the ant, but the Host should be in optimal condition for the best benefits.]
YES!
Crazy ideas flooded my mind. This system had insane potential.
And I planned to use it to the fullest and no one could stop me.
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