Rebirth Of the Phantom Web

When Artur opened his eyes, he wasn't in the mountains anymore. The first thing he noticed was the ceiling—a plain, white ceiling with a slowly spinning fan. The second thing he noticed was the voice calling out to him.

"Peter! Breakfast is ready!"

Artur blinked, his mind groggy and disoriented. He sat up slowly, the world around him coming into focus. The room was small and cluttered, with books and clothes strewn across the floor. A cracked mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed, and when Artur's gaze landed on it, his heart skipped a beat.

The face staring back at him wasn't his.

Gone was his stocky build, his short-cropped hair, and his middle-aged features. In their place was a lean, wiry body and a youthful face with sharp cheekbones and messy brown hair. He raised a hand to his face, his fingers trembling as he touched his skin. It felt real. Too real.

"What the hell…" he muttered, his voice cracking slightly. Even his voice wasn't his own—it was higher, younger.

Before he could process what was happening, the door burst open, and a woman stepped inside. She was small and kind-looking, with gray-streaked hair tied back into a bun and warm brown eyes. Artur recognized her instantly, even though he'd never met her before.

Aunt May.

"Peter, you're going to be late for school!" she said, her tone a mix of exasperation and affection. She paused, her brow furrowing as she took in his bewildered expression. "Are you feeling alright, sweetheart? You look pale."

Artur forced himself to nod. "I… I'm fine, Aunt May," he said, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. "Just… a weird dream."

She gave him a concerned look but didn't press further. "Alright, but hurry up. Breakfast is on the table."

As she left the room, Artur stared at the door, his heart racing. This isn't possible, he thought. This can't be real.

But it was real. The room, the mirror, Aunt May—everything was real. And somehow, Artur wasn't himself anymore. He was Peter Parker.

A Life Not His Own

Over the next few hours, Artur tried to make sense of his new reality. He walked through the small Queens apartment in a daze, taking in every detail. The faded wallpaper, the old photographs on the walls, the smell of Aunt May's cooking—it was all painfully familiar.

Breakfast was awkward. Aunt May chatted about the weather and the neighbor's cat, oblivious to the storm raging inside Artur's mind. He barely ate, his stomach churning with anxiety. Every now and then, Aunt May would glance at him with concern, but she didn't press him.

After breakfast, Artur found Peter's school bag by the door. He slung it over his shoulder, the weight of it grounding him. "I guess I'm going to school," he muttered, stepping out into the bustling streets of Queens.

The walk to Midtown High was surreal. The city was alive with the sounds of car horns, chatter, and the distant wail of sirens. Artur kept his head down, his thoughts racing. He tried to piece together how this could have happened. Was it reincarnation? A second chance at life? Or some kind of cosmic mistake?

As he neared the school, his spider-sense flared for the first time. It was a faint tingle at the base of his skull, like a subtle warning. He stopped in his tracks, looking around. A bike messenger sped past him, narrowly missing him by inches.

"Whoa," Artur muttered, his heart racing. The sensation faded as quickly as it came, leaving him shaken.

Midtown High: Navigating the Past

Walking into Midtown High was like stepping into a movie. Artur recognized everything—the lockers, the hallways, even the faces of the students. Flash Thompson was holding court by the lockers, his laugh loud and obnoxious. Gwen Stacy walked by, her blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

Artur tried to blend in, keeping his head down as he navigated the halls. But it didn't take long for Flash to notice him.

"Hey, Parker!" Flash called, his voice echoing down the hallway. "Where's your bodyguard, huh?"

Artur sighed, turning to face him. "Morning, Flash," he said, keeping his tone even.

Flash smirked, stepping closer. "What's with the attitude, Parker? Feeling brave today?"

The spider-sense tingled faintly at the back of Artur's neck, warning him of the tension in the air. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to retaliate. He could feel the strength in his arms, the power coiled within him. One punch, and Flash would be out cold. But he couldn't risk it—not here, not now.

"Whatever, Flash," he said, brushing past him. "I don't have time for this."

Flash blinked, clearly surprised by the lack of reaction. Artur didn't look back, focusing on getting to his next class. He didn't want to attract attention—not until he figured out how to navigate this new life.

Discovering His Powers

That evening, Artur found himself on a rooftop, staring out at the city. The air was cool, and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence. He had spent the day keeping his head down, trying to avoid any unnecessary interactions. But now, he needed answers.

He stretched out a hand, focusing on the strange sensation he had felt earlier. A faint tingle coursed through his fingers, and then, without warning, a thin strand of web shot out, sticking to the water tower nearby.

Artur stared at it, his heart pounding. "No way," he whispered. He gave the web a gentle tug, feeling the strength of it. Then, with a deep breath, he leaped off the rooftop.

For a moment, he panicked, the ground rushing up to meet him. But his instincts kicked in, and he fired another web, swinging gracefully through the air. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, the wind whipping past his face as he soared above the city.

"This is insane," he said, laughing breathlessly. "But it's incredible."

As he swung through the city, the weight of his new reality began to sink in. He wasn't just Peter Parker—he was Spider-Man. And if he was going to survive this new life, he needed to master these powers.

With great power comes great responsibility

The words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the burden he now carried. Artur didn't know why he had been given this second chance, but one thing was clear: he wouldn't waste it.

(End of Chapter 1)