Spiderman Oneshots

Training (1)

Dear Mr Parker,

You're almost certainly aware of the increase in supernatural threats over recent years. Due to this, a national blood investigation was carried out.

Your blood was identified as having certain markers indicating you may be more than human. This may or may not be news to you.

You are being requested to join a training program where your powers will be analysed and you may learn new ways to use and control them. If you do not attend, you will be considered an alien threat and eliminated.

Peter sighed as he threw the letter onto his bed. Another secret to hide, great.

A month ago, there had been a mandatory blood test for all under 18s in the country. Peter had tried but there was no way to get out of it - he'd spent weeks stressing about who had his blood and what they were doing with it. Well, now he knew.

Without much of a choice in the matter, Peter was walking towards the given address the following week. It looked to be an empty apartment block. He hesitated outside, and a homeless man on the doorstep looked up at him.

"What's your name?"

"Uh, Peter."

The man produced a list and scanned down it. "Peter Parker?"

Peter swallowed. "Yes?"

The man typed in a pin and stepped out of the way to let Peter into the building. He went through two sets of doors and then gasped as he entered a huge space. The building had been hollowed out and now there was a giant training area, and half-open tiers accessed by ropes and ladders. A group of five or six teens were on the other side of the space, chatting awkwardly.

"Peter Parker?" Peter spun around to find a woman with a clipboard. "I just have a few questions. Can I see your letter?" He showed it to her. "Very good. Were you aware that you were not fully human before now?" He nodded, and she wrote something down. "Do you know what caused this, or were you born like this?"

"I got my powers when I was 14," he replied hesitantly. This seemed to be the right response.

"And how would you rate your control over them? Have you ever accidentally lashed out?"

"Um, I'd say I have full control most of the time."

"What do you mean by most of the time?"

"I sometimes get sensory overloads."

More scribbling. "Thank you, Peter. You can join the group over there."

"Right." He gripped the straps of his rucksack and headed over. The others nodded at him in mutual understanding of how weird the situation was. They ranged from the youngest being around 8 to the oldest on the verge of adulthood. The silence stretched on.

A minute later a girl joined them, smiling weakly. "Hey, guys. Quite a party, huh?"

Nobody replied, so Peter took pity on her. "Yeah, none of us are quite sure what's going on."

"They tested our blood, they decided we were freaks and decided to experiment on us," one of the older women grumbled.

"Loving the positivity. I'm Kamala, by the way."

Nobody else spoke.

"Come on guys, aren't you the least bit excited to see what kind of powers other people have?"

"You already knew you have powers?" A younger boy asked with wide eyes.

"Oh, yeah. Um, did you not?"

He shook his head.