Hiya! How do you do? And how do you do again? Got this idea when I was wondering how Peter's childhood wold've been like...
Oh and this is my second Ultimate Spider-Man fanfic. Enjoy!
Rated: K
Disclaimer: I don't own Ultimate Spider-Man.
Memories
Prologue
"Peter!"
Peter Parker heard his Aunt May's voice echoing through the staircase. He could hear her steps coming up. He abruptly stopped what he was doing and frantically put everything that was on his table under his table. He opened his books, scattered them on the table, tore opened his pencil pouch and grabbed a pencil. He did that right on time as Aunt May opened the door, smiling.
"Hey Aunt May!" Peter greeted his aunt as if he was studying the whole time, and had no idea what web shooters were and that you could fix them.
"Why are you doing, Peter?" Aunt May asked. But before Peter could reply, she saw the books scattered on his table and answered her own question by saying, "Oh you're studying."
"Yup!" Peter confirmed smiling.
"Can you do me a favour, dear?" Aunt May asked.
"Sure, why not?" Peter smiled, although he was groaning inwardly. He wanted to finish fixing his web-shooters and fill it with some of that web liquid thingy so he wouldn't be out of it while swinging the next time. But Aunt May interrupted him while he was doing his secret Spidey stuff, and wanted him to do a thing for her. Of course, Peter can't say 'no' to her; she was his aunt, his only mother figure left. He'd do anything for her.
"Thanks a lot, sweetie," Aunt May beamed, "It'd be a big help if you'd clean out the attic for me. It's not cleaned for years and I'm quite tired, you know, and I need some rest. I'm taking a short nap. So I'd be really happy if you do that for me. It means a lot."
"No problem," Peter said. Aunt May smiled, with a look of relief and appreciation. Then she went down to her room to take a rest. Peter thought he could use his web shooters and easily finish off the job by webbing the boxes onto the ceiling while he finish the floor, but immediately remembered that he yet had to fix it. He sighed, "Guess I won't be using my web shooters for this job."
He sighed and went up to the attic. He opened the door which creaked upon his touch. He cringed upon the screeching sound and hoping that Aunt May won't wake up due to it. Then he remembered that her door was closed and he needn't worry about the sound disturbing her too much. Besides, she was tired and wasn't a light sleeper.
He took one look at the attic and sighed. It didn't look like it hadn't been cleaned for years, no, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for decades or even centuries. At least for Peter it did. He needed to start out by moving all the boxes outside, then dusting and after that moping on the floor. Then he had to dust and clean the boxes and then put them back where it belongs. After that, he had to clean the outside area where the boxes had been kept temporarily while the attic floor was dusted and moped, as some dust from the box would have dirtied the outside area of the attic.
Peter groaned just thinking about all of the work. Just to remove extra work, he decided to keep a sheet where the boxes would temporarily be kept; then all he had to do was to throw the sheet. And he did just that. He removed the boxes, kept them on the sheet, and cleaned the floor of the attic. Then he started cleaning the boxes one by one.
Until he came to the last box.
That one particular box had Peter's picture on top of it.
"What's this?" Peter muttered. He opened the box. In it were many things he had as a child.
...uh...yeah that's it! It's just the prologue, and hope you liked it so far! I've already written the next few chapters, so it won't take a long time to update. A review, fav or follow would be appreciated.
