"I'm proud of you. If Uncle Ben were here, he'd be going crazy with pride too."
Peter hugged May back tightly, unable to hide his excitement.
May let him go and looked him over from head to toe, studying the nephew she had always regarded as a child.
"But I'm curious." She began imagining the future.
"What superpower will you awaken after enrolling? Maybe you'll become as invulnerable as Homelander?"
Seeing the expectation in May's eyes, Peter suddenly scratched the back of his head sheepishly and gave an embarrassed smile.
"Hehe... actually, May. About that... I might not need to wait for the academy to help me awaken."
"What do you mean?" May raised her eyebrows in confusion.
Peter took two steps back, bent his knees slightly, and suddenly leaped upward.
With a sharp slap, one hand stuck to the ceiling.
He hung there by one arm, grinning at May.
Under May's shocked gaze, Peter defied the laws of physics, planting both hands and feet against the wall as though he were walking on level ground.
"Surprise." Peter flipped lightly and landed on the floor.
May's mouth fell open. "You... how did you..."
Peter merely smiled without speaking and reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt.
His shirt fell open, revealing a red-and-blue bodysuit beneath it, with a black spider emblem printed on the chest.
May stared at the homemade suit Peter had made, her eyes widening further and further before she suddenly realized something.
For some time now, an urban legend about a "masked pajama guy" had been spreading through the streets of New York.
People had filmed the masked man swinging between buildings on white ropes, helping an old lady find her cat one day, tying car thieves to streetlights the next, and even stopping a