Monday, September 1st. Morning.
You wake up feeling... different. When your alarm went off, you tried to smack it, but your hand stuck to the plastic. You had to pry it off. Your vision, usually blurry without glasses, is crystal clear.
You are Peter Parker. You're a high school student in Queens. You don't have web-shooters. You don't have a suit. You just have a headache, a weird sticky feeling, and Aunt May calling you for breakfast.
The world of Marvel awaits. Who will you become?