Peter felt his body ripple, it was an odd feeling, the reverse of when he went into ghost form.  That was a slight tingle and then he was drifting in a see of reverse shadows, lost amid the white world where things shimmered and glowed.  Now he fell to the floor, his feet adjusting to solidity again, like coming off a boat and getting his land legs again.  Around him the chaos increased as the crowds seemed to part for the soldiers, the few who stayed he assumed were mutants, like he was.  Years of hiding, keeping this all hidden and now in a moment of fear he'd revealed it all.<br/><br/>"Stupid," he told himself as a soldier came close.  A body flying nearby took the soldiers attention, touching the gun he released his charge.  In a second the gun was coated with a web of lightning that ran down it's length to the soldiers arm and surrounded the body that jerked for a second then fell to its knees.  A strong jolt that would knock the man out, or at least stun him like a taser.<br/><br/>"Screw this," Peter turned, then as if remembering something he kicked out with a leg and struck the face plate.  His leg felt like it hit a wall and hurt as the soldier fell down.  Another coming around the corner who raised a gun telling him to halt as he ran to the edge of the balcony and jumped, turning to a ghost as he fell to the floor, the strain hard as he solidified at the last moment.  Breathing hard he had never realized his powers too much out of him.  Trying to stand looked for a clear way out.