I love Spiderman and was in the moment at the time. So, I had to write this, but this is my first fanfiction. So, please tell me what you thought about it, and I know it seems really dark right now but it will improve after Spiderman becomes part of Peter's life. Hope you injoy!
At first it wasn't about the lives I saved, it was about revenge.
I was strolling down a street in the cool night, bubbling with anger. I needed to clear my head, that was what I was thinking at the time at least.
I had resently gotten my spider powers. I was overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do with power. So, I started to let my greed blind me, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May had seen that I was off. So, they decided to confront me, and they did. I blew up in their faces with anger. Hence me stomping out the house to cool my head. That was my first mistake and I was soon to learn.
Ben and May came after me, worried about this new found anger. While they were searching I had wandered into a small convenience store. I had five or so crumpled bills in my pocket that I felt needed to be spent on a cold drink to calm my nerves. As I was in there I witnessed a simple one man robbery. At the time I hadn't thought much about it, since what harm could one man taking a few dollors worth of items do, but that was my second mistake.
As I strolled out with my drink at hand. I heard a young woman scream, and in New York it's nothing surprising, but I felt a tingling need to find it's sourse(my spider sence, but at the time I didn't know that). As I turned to face the noise my eyes grew wide from many emotions, but mostly fear and surprise.
What I saw was the man that I incountered in the store turning around with a hand gun in his free hand, while in his other occupied a crimson purse and a older man's hand resting apon it. I first didn't reconize the aged man and woman, who was at his side at the time, with their backs turned to me on the other side of the street. After two loud shots it seemed the world had hushed for the few moments as the older couple slowly fell. The hush could have been my mind sensing what had happened or the defining effect of the bullets being propelled, but either way it didn't matter. But everything mattered when I saw the couple's faces as they fell. I froze. It was Ben and May.
I slowly watched them falling, and when their bodies hit the ground there was a far away thud, most likely from my forgotten drink, then there was the deffining buzz coming from everywhere as I ran to Ben and May.
When I got there my legs gave out as my mind spun with thoughts. I wasn't sure who to hold. Ben or May, so I just sat there my hands, eyes, and body reaching to one of them then changing to the other. Over and over untell I heard a light groan coming from Ben.
It snaped me out of my slowly rising panic. I reached to hold Uncle Ben in my arms. As I slowly settled his rapidly cooling body into my arms he spoke, but at the time I was too disoriented to understand his words.
Seeing my family slowly get ingulfed in a crimson puddle, the same shade as the purse, I felt I was to blame. At the time I was thinking,"If only I didn't..." Untell I remembered his face as he turned around to shot. So angery and bitter. As I recalled the memory I felt responsible to take revenge for Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
If you have any story ideas then I'm open to hear them. So, please tell me them. I hoped you liked it and I get busy really easily busy, so I don't know when I can do the next chapter. Eventually I'll have Peter/Spiderman meet the Avengers somehow, but thats for reading.