"She's changed! Doctor Yang, you didn't see what she looked like!"
The moment Peter found an adult he could confide in, he switched into chatterbox mode.
"Her hair used to be blonde. You know, that kind of... really bright blonde that shines in the sunlight." Peter spoke at breakneck speed, like a typewriter gone haywire.
"But just now, it all turned white! Like silver! Her eyes turned green with slit pupils, and she could pop claws out of her fingers this long-"
Peter freed one hand and gestured in the air, indicating an exaggerated length.
"White claws this long! She sliced right through my webs! She even jumped from over ten meters up and ran faster than a car while carrying a rock that weighed dozens of kilos!"
Peter gulped down some ice water, his Adam's apple bobbing hard. The cold liquid seemed to finally cool his nearly overheating brain a little.
"She must have been injected with something. Otherwise, she couldn't be that strong. Her parents were kidnapped. They forced her into it. She told me to stay out of it, and said she'd slice open my mask the next time we met... Doctor Yang, I screwed everything up."
Peter lowered his head dejectedly and buried both hands in his messy hair, like a child who had done something wrong.
The Clinic fell silent.
Only the old clock on the wall kept ticking.
Yang Ming said nothing.
He pulled over a tall stool and sat behind the counter, his fingers tapping absently against the solid wood surface. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses as he looked Peter's tattered suit up and down.
He sighed inwardly.
The narrative inertia of the Marvel Universe really was a fucking pain.
He had chopped up Abomination, crippled Bullseye, and even wrecked the