Chapter 3: Pop goes the weasel

Hours passed in a blink of an eye as he looked at his almost finished product. Isaac proof read his masterpiece that was issued from one of his more loyal clientele as his body swayed easily in the makeshift web hammock.

'Not bad, should at least a B+' Isaac thought. He groaned as he finished proofreading, not finding the activity enjoyable anymore, he decided to hold off on finishing it since it wasn't due until the end of the week anyways. He placed it in his book bag securely and tossed it where a wrecking ball was still left as he flicked a web to bond the two of them together temporarily. Isaac thought about what he should do next before deciding to have some fun as he twisted his torso to pull out of the makeshift bed.

'I guess being in a coma and being a hero with the same powers makes things easier. God it sucks that I couldn't have the muscle memory too. It helps that I am still used to my fangs.' Isaac thought as he flipped once, twice, thrice, landing on a steel beam that was 50 meter below him. He looked around at the abandoned warehouse that he had discovered to regain of his powers. It was a tetanus inducing beauty. Too bad it was getting a little to cold to be there for all times of the day while he sweated relentlessly. He deepened the landing into an stretch where he flexed his legs, letting them rest for only a second before he launched himself all the way to the roof as his body rose to the warehouse's roof. He felt his leg almost kissing the deeply crusted orange steel that could given even Captain America, tetanus. He let his body slump as his arms grabbed the slacking iron links breaking the bolts holding them up with his strength. He swung with the clunky metal until he met the precipice and reached for the next one like one would grab the next bar in a playground.

Isaac spent hours, repeating his homework while also training himself, more for the fun of being alone with his thoughts rather than the sheer necessity of training or the homework itself. He never found himself so at peace until he was doing something most would pass out from even thinking about it.

When he finished with his routine he landed on one of the beams. Sitting comfortably as the sweat dribbled down his face annoying him so much that he wiped it off, before he dumped water on himself to do it again.

'So much for getting to 'work' today.' He chuckled as he heard the familiar ringtone cried out to him. He shot two webs to anchor points, propelling himself like a slingshot to the the wrecking ball which carried his phone, He ripped off the web grabbing his phone from one of the smaller pockets and looked at the caller ID which read Aunt D.

He immediately answered knowing she was probably going to either talk about Liz or ask something of him.

"Hello?" A voice called out to him.

"Heyy... Titi"

"I know you're probably busy but can you get a carton of eggs. I forgot to get some yesterday and Liz won't be back tonight, she said something about going to her friends house for the night." She asked. Isaac was intrigued about Liz, but not having to deal with the that embarrassment would be a boon for him at the moment. He agreed to the request, since already finished his homework, and his nose begged him to take another shower. His body was also agreeance, feeling the clumped moisture throughout the different level of layers of clothing that he was sweating through. He decided to finally wrap up his agility training and ending off with a quadruple backflip just to show off to himself as he smiled, leaving the once shining and brightly tanned metallic warehouse to the dark hazard it was slowly becoming due to the sun's departure from New York's sky. He walked instead of his more preferred modes of transportation so he could listen to his music instead of only hearing the air trying to make his head a flute that played a broken tune.

'At least I live in Queens. I wouldn't be able to do this back in Brooklyn. Though. I probably would've gotten mugged anyway for this nerdy outfit' He resigned with a sigh. Deciding it was to cold for him to walk the whole way, He hopped over the fair gate and onto a subway train and avoided the toll with his fellow scallywags. Issac ended up taking it to a couple of stop before getting off and walking down the stairs slowly, before looking around at the dull sky looking at white specks shimmering down. Isaac then looked ahead before looking out to the ground which was blanketed with a thin sleet that clung to his every foot step crunching under his weight. He continued to bitterly traverse through the annoyance until he reached a bodega which he prayed to have eggs in stock.

'They always run out of the good ones' Isaac thought walking as he wiped his face, stopping the snow from running down his jacket so freely. He eventually found refuge when he entered the shop which was pretty standard in size. He looked at the sun kissed Hispanic that ran the shop and dabbed him up.

"Isaac, you stink. You coming back from work? Don't tell me they made you clean the grease trap again." The merchant smiled swatting the smell back and forth from his nose playfully.

"Nah, that's still the boiled eggs you had for lunch today Rube and I got fired from Emilio's last week. Going back to 'writing'. " Isaac retorted, causing the Merchant's son to cackle while simultaneously being kicked off of the egg crate they used to transport their items. Isaac smiled bitterly as the father and son duo bickered,scanning the opened refrigerators for the allusive eggs.

"How much for the carton?"

"5 for the large, big guy." Ruben held out an open hand. Isaac grimaced internally as he hated to part with money that wasn't exclusively for him, or at least a close friend since his income was so sparse in the first place.

"Thanks for paying for something you barely eat and won't get refunded for Isaac."

"Your welcome, people who- ugh" He said out loud as he watched a lady looked at him like he was a crazy person.

"ah." He just grabbed any old carton and looked for something else on the other side of the store. He ended up looking at a board filled with a bunch of different brands of headphone since his was slightly broken.

'I need both to be working. Fuck having to twist the port exactly 45 degrees.' He thought as he buried to weird interaction. All on his sudden, his head started buzzing violently trying to get his attention to a pair that walked into the store, with one of them locking the door slyly. They matched, wearing every single thing all black, even their shoes were black air forces.