Miles Morales: New Spider Chapter 10.

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As I stood before the mirror, I couldn’t help but marvel at the transformation. My muscles had always been toned from regular workouts, but now they looked like they had been sculpted by the hands of da Vinci himself. If you’ve ever seen Bruce Lee shirtless, you’d have a good idea of what I was seeing in my reflection—a slim build, yet every muscle defined to its absolute peak. My new physique was almost too perfect, the kind that would only be noticeable if I wore tight-fitting clothes or stripped down entirely.

The spider bite hadn’t just given me powers; it had amplified my body to levels that defied common sense. It was clear now—if someone already fit gets bitten, their physique is supercharged beyond belief.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, the kind of day that made you want to get out and do something. The air was fresh, and I was on my way to one of the many abandoned spots in Brooklyn. With school starting next month, I had time to prepare properly. I wasn’t just going to test my new abilities—I was going to get the necessary gear, tech, and even design a better costume. I had to be ready for anything, because in the Marvel universe, once you have powers, trouble finds you.

I reached an old, abandoned railway. The place had seen better days—rust covered the tracks, and the few remaining train cars were scattered around, some upright, others tipped over, with grass growing over them. Their paint was mostly peeled away, leaving behind rust, indistinct colors, and unreadable letters. The ruins of what had once been tall buildings still had a few pillars standing, with broken blocks crumbling around their bases.

"Looks about 16 feet tall," I muttered to myself, eyeing one of the pillars.

I walked around, mapping out my plan. First up: testing my jumping ability. Standing before the pillar, I focused, putting power into my legs. When I leaped, I shot up higher than I’d intended, soaring past the pillar’s top. For a moment, I was terrified of the landing, the wind whistling in my ears as I began to descend. Instinctively, I reached out and did a perfect handstand on the small surface area at the top. My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping as I balanced there, then lifted one hand off the pillar, still steady as a rock.

I pushed off with my remaining hand, flipping back down to the ground, where I landed in a crouch.

*That was amazing.* I felt energized, with no hint of fatigue.

I took off running, leaping over the rusted train cars, bounding from one pillar to another, joy plastered across my face as the wind sang in my ears. My heart pounded with exhilaration.

*I could get used to living like this.*

The spider powers were the ultimate enabler—perfect balance, lightning-fast reactions, and flawless reflexes meant I didn’t make a single misstep. My mind processed everything in real-time, calculating every trajectory, every landing, without a second’s lag.

I wanted to push further. I spotted another pillar and sprinted towards it. Just before I reached it, I planted one foot on its base, then the other, and began running straight up its face. My feet stuck to the surface with every step, momentum propelling me upwards until I pushed off, executing a side flip before landing smoothly.

*Feels like I’m running up buildings like the Flash.*

Spider parkour was seriously underrated. Sure, web-swinging was cool, but this—this was something else entirely.

Next up was testing my strength. Research says that spiders can lift 170 times their weight while upside down. Spider-Man, when fully grown, could lift an average of 10 tons, and with full effort, around 60 tons. I weigh about 75 pounds, which means I should be able to lift close to 6 tons by spider standards. But I’d been bitten twice—surely that meant something. It might not double my power, but it should give me a boost. So, realistically, I could lift close to 7 tons, maybe even 12 tons with full effort.

I approached one of the standing train cars, eyeing it. I wasn’t going to try lifting it overhead—I just wanted to see if I could flip it onto its side.

Digging my arms under the car, I braced myself and started to lift. I put every ounce of strength into my arms, back, and legs. The train car creaked, resisting for a moment before slowly tipping over, crashing to the ground with a thunderous bang.

"Haaaa," I exhaled, then took a deep breath. The effort had been exhausting, but I recovered almost instantly.

I knew Spider-Man was strong—strong enough to shatter Tony Stark’s helmet with a single punch in the comics. He constantly had to pull his punches in fights, or he’d risk killing someone with one blow. I remembered Superior Spider-Man tearing a villain’s jaw clean off with a single punch.

I turned back to the pillar, drew my hand back, and threw a punch. My fist blasted through the concrete, shattering the point of impact. As I pulled my hand back, I noticed the skin on my knuckles had torn slightly, but it was already beginning to heal. The pillar itself started to collapse.

*Let’s have some fun.*

I dashed forward and caught the falling pillar with both hands, swinging it wide. The opposite end smashed into one of the standing train cars, reducing the pillar to rubble and tipping the car over.

*Spider parkour for the win!* I shouted inwardly, my heart racing.

The noise I was making had to be drawing attention by now, so I activated my camouflage, blending into my surroundings as I scaled a nearby building. I ran and jumped across rooftops, feeling the rush of freedom with every leap.

The one ability I hadn’t tested yet was my venom strike. But first, I needed something.

I found what I was looking for and climbed down the building, returning to visibility. I walked into a rundown pet store—the kind where the paint was already faded, cages lined the shelves, and a large fish tank sat in the center. The cashier, a bored teenager, barely looked up from her phone as I approached.

No small talk, no unnecessary interaction. I told her what I wanted, got it, and left. Time was of the essence.