Bab 1: I’m who?
His eyes opened, a dark grey oddly textured ceiling was the first thing he saw. Rays of light burned through gaps in the blackout curtains that revealed a dark brown wooden desk with a dozen open books and papers strewn about all over it, an old looking monitor sat in the corner of the large furniture.
That wasn't his desk.
He sat up quickly looking around himself, his hands fumbled and threw the curtains open. The room's darkness was quickly erased by the golden sunlight.
He blinked and quickly scrambled out of the bed to stand in the centre of the room, a cheap unfamiliar computer suddenly whirred to life.
It seemed to pause and then whir and pause once more, his eyes were locked onto the ugly thing with unexpected intensity.
He didn't want to move, he couldn't move.
Where the hell was he?
He looked down at his form and he couldn't even process what his eyes were seeing. This wasn't his body.
This body was terribly skinny, not a single mark laid on the torso. He was only wearing some dark shorts that reached his knobbly knees.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the blurred vision that had taken a hold of him.
When he took his hands away from his face he realised it wasn't a temporary issue, his eyes caught onto an item glinting on his bedside wooden table.
Glasses.
Ugly thick circular glasses.
He quickly reached over and placed them onto his face, his vision righting itself as suddenly he could see the items in this room in sharp clarity.
He turned back to the desk, noticed the books were all non-fiction and clearly for study. He looked down to his body, it was clearly young.
The books must be for school?
He started looking through the papers on the desk, his hands brushing through the obvious self study. The topics on stuff he hadn't thought about in years.
Suddenly a name caught his eye, left in neat handwriting on the top of the paper.
Peter Parker.
Either that's stolen homework? Or this body's name is Peter Parker, and as he looked through more of the paper he found the name again, and again.
Either this body is stealing a single guy's homework, or this is Peter Parker's body.
A sudden creaking of a wooden board outside startled him, his head turned quickly towards the door with widened eyes.
"Peter, are you up yet?" An older woman's voice said calmly as her presence lingered outside of the door.
It was an American accent, he couldn't tell where exactly from.
The silence carried on, Peter too scared to speak up.
What if this woman noticed an issue, he looked down at his almost naked skinny form.
It's not like he could fight back at all in this state.
"Peter?" She questioned, her tone now more annoyed.
Probably thought Peter was asleep.
Peter stood completely still, staring at the door with widened eyes. Hopefully she will leave, come back in five minutes when he's more composed.
The silence continued, the door was the only thing Peter was focused on so he obviously noticed when the door shot open with sudden unexpected force that left him stepping back.
An older woman with greying hair stared at him in sudden awkward silence. The silence lingered for a few seconds before she blinked "Are you okay?" She asked carefully.
Seeing her nephew stood frozen still with only some ratty basketball shorts on was a rather odd sight, even more odd was the wide eyed expression on his face.
Peter blinked his hazel eyes and suddenly, robotically nodded. May felt worry build up inside but shook her head gently.
"Okay, your breakfast is ready dear" she said as she carefully closed the door leaving Peter in sudden silence.
The sound of a sudden car horn outside broke him from his frozen state.
Quickly he turned and started to look through the room, he needed to blend in, he needed to find out Peter's likes, hobbies etc.
Try and act like him, or as close as possible to him.
So he eyed the computer, turned on the cheap monitor and while that was loading he looked through every nook and cranny of the room,
Quite a few DIY Robotics kits laid around the room, the kits left open with bits from each kit missing. Dozens of scientific books laid on top of a tall wardrobe collecting dust.
Under his bed was a large box of Lego, in another box under the bed were dozens of comics with interesting looking characters he had never seen before lining their colourful pages.
A sudden familiar alarm burst through the room, his head turned quickly to the source of the sound. An old phone, a familiar old phone though.
An old IPhone!
As he grabbed the thing he realised it wasn't an iPhone, he turned the phone in his hands and blinked. That was definitely a large S on the back of the phone instead of the iconic Apple.
What the fuck.
He shook his head, turning off the alarm quickly and sending a quick prayer up that this phone isn't password protected.
He swiped across and almost cried when it just unlocked without the need of a password but instead used Face ID.
Thank God.
He blinked while he looked through the phone, many unfamiliar apps greeted him all seemingly based on science, maths etc.
God.
This kid was a classic stereotypical nerd.
Well that's all he's really found out by now, but this phone has to have something.
He quickly found a familiar app that he used to use all the time as a teen.
Instagram.
Quickly he clicked onto it and checked out his own profile. It wasn't surprising to find it only had 16 followers, no posts and a picture of New York's skyline as the profile picture.
He checked the followers, four of them obvious bot accounts but the rest were interesting. Mary.J0 was a redheaded girl with a few thousand followers and quite a few posts with hundreds of likes.
So Peters got to at least have talked to the girl a few times given she only follows a few hundred people.
He continued down the list and clicked onto the next profile HarryOsbxrnn. The account had a couple hundred followers with almost a dozen posts, a kid with messy brown hair.
Peter scrolled through the posts quickly and stopped when he found a picture of the kid with a skinny brown haired kid with circular thick glasses.
The caption was a simple "Me and the Genius📸".
That's this body then, he recognised the glasses. He checked the comments and found no more useful information so continued down the account.
Only to find nothing, these two were clearly friends so he checked the dms. He grinned when he found dozens of messages between the two.
The whirring of the computer suddenly stopped and turned on with an odd beep.
He looked up, he needed to have this act down ASAP.
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So Peter Parker was a stereotypical nerd, going by the lack of pictures on his own account, the not very flattering selfies in his photo albums and the texts about Mary left him to believe Peter wasn't the most confident in his looks or social skills.
He only really seemed confident in his own intelligence. Something which was out of this world, those books on his desk were all college level according to google.
Peter Parker was 16.
The kid has the chess app to find he had an elo of 2000, he casually had his notes app filled with confusing theories, notes and stuff he didn't even want to think about right now.
Essentially, the kids a stereotypical nerd on steroids, an introvert that seemed quite funny especially with some of the texts he had sent back and forth with Harry.
His texts between Mary J, were awkward and stunted. The kids gotta have a crush on her, the texts weren't nearly as casual.
His parents were dead, he had been taken care of by his Aunt May and Uncle Ben for over a decade now.
He shook his head, he had a simple idea of Peter Parker. As he heard the clattering of plates from across the small apartment he realised he would need to put it to the test.
He put on the clothes in the wardrobe, copying the outfit he wore in the picture with Harry. A striped tee and dark jeans.
He quickly went into the bathroom, checked the mirror and did his hair similar to the way it was in the photo with Harry. A clean neat style that he wasn't exactly a fan of, he personally preferred a messier look.
There were three toothbrushes in a cup, two of them were wet and one was dry. The dry one must be his, so he quickly brushed his teeth trying not to think of the kids' aunt and uncle downstairs.
He took one last look in the mirror, taking a deep breath and placing his forehead against the cold mirror.
He needed to get past this, so he can look into why the hell he's in some random body.
He straightened up and looked into his now hazel eyes.
He needed to get back to his own body, his own family, his own life.
But first he needed to play the part of Peter Parker.
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