It had been a long restless night. Something in his guts was telling him to be aware, he just couldn't point what for.

The day, pretty ordinary, as ordinary as it can be a day in the life of Peter Parker.

He would pretend to learn in high school and fail some math problems so he could stay where he was.

Ned would join him at the cafeteria at lunch where they would have a small talk about Empires falling and Arc Redemptions, of course with the settling and almost non-existence presence of MJ.

Where the day got strange enough to start a story with it, was in the evening. Some people say light keeps away evil spirits and suchlike, in this case, the moth became true.

May wasn't home, a post it had been left over the kitchen isle. "Schedule change, I'll be taking the night shift, see you tomorrow. Love, May"

Post-it and night shift were the name code in Peter's language for noodle night.

The thing is... you might want to check the expiration date of something before you eat it. Unrequired is it to say that he clearly didn't do as mentioned.

It took merely half an hour for the effects of the intoxication to show up. Peter had grown dizzy and nauseous, and he could swear without checking a mirror that his skin had become paler than usual.

He tried looking for drugs in the first aid box in the kitchen, then he rummaged the mirror/cabinet in the bathroom, but none of it had contained any tablet for stomach ache. He then remembered about the first aid kit he had somewhere in his room, it was meant for excursions and such like, but right now he wasn't going to complain about that.

It took him nearly 30 minutes, but he finally found said kit. He didn't even wait to get to the kitchen to swallow it, he just seated in the floor of his room and took it in one breath.

Out of a sudden the floor nearby the wardrobe where he was seated cracked.

-Oh, come on! What else is supposed to happen to me in ONE day! – he shouted to anyone in particular.

He moved out of the cracked floor expecting to find nothing more than a couple broken tables. However, what he found was more than that, a suitcase with the letters RP written onto it.

-R.P. ... Dad? Why would you hide a suitcase under the tables of aunt May's House?

He tried to open it but there was a lock on it and he would rather not break the lock to see its insides.

-Mystery... locked suitcase... I think this might count as a Spiderman issue so... - he took his suit and packed everything in his backpack jumping through the window and swinging his way to the Avengers Compound