I don't own Spider-man or any characters in this story. (TT_TT) I only own the story-line and any O.C. i make. I'm also making this fic. for fun, and are not in any way making money of it.

Way of the spider -Chapter one- The Beginning.


11:45 pm, alleyway in Hell's Kitchen

"Ack"

A man had yelled out when he smacked into the wall and proceeded to fall into an open dumpster. Another man, presumably his companion, was alarmed with what had transpired and decided to pull out a gun from his holster. He turned around and aimed the firearm at the assailant.

There standing in between the man with the gun and a terrified couple was... well the best way to describe it would be a ghetto Spiderman look-a-like. Granted the look-a-like did in fact had the right color scheme on his costume, but it was missing the usual web pattern that was affiliated with Spiderman.

The Spiderman look-a-like was wearing bright scarlet thermals with a blue sleeveless hoodie, which was worn up. He also had metal looking wristbands, with black fingerless gloves on each hand. He finished the costume with black and white Converse shoes. The only reason the man with the gun, would have mistaken the costume individual for Spiderman was because of the huge black spider logo painted on the body of the hoodie, and the same white lenses on the mask that Spider-man wears, but they were significantly bigger.

"What is wrong web head, your regular pajamas out on the washers?" asked the would-be crook, deciding it was Spiderman despite not knowing if he was the real web head or some poser.

"I'm not the same spider that you're thinking about." Retorted the masked vigilante, but the voice was wrong. In the commercials, Spider-man voice was more...manly. This Spider-man's voice cracked in the middle of the retort like a teen going through puberty.

At this the crook smirked and gained more confidence. Maybe his luck was turning around. "So you're just a fan boy with a shity costume. What's wrong, the web pattern too hard to make." As the crook kept taunting our hero, said hero shot a web towards the gun making it attached to it. He then pulled the gun right out of the crook's hand therefore disarming him. Maybe the crook hoped too soon.

The spidey look-a-like examined the gun in his hand and then smirked under his mask when a thought stuck him. He pointed the gun at the crook and aimed it right at his head. This sudden action caused the crook to lose all his confidence and as well as his bladder control in fear of getting killed.

"W-w-wait a minute, Spider-man doesn't use guns. An-and you are obviously look up to the web head. Why don't you just put away the gun?" tried to reason the crook. The masked vigilante started to lower his arm which caused the crook to let out a sigh in relief. He might live to see another day after all.

"Are you stupid? I just finished saying...I'm not the same Spiderman that you knew." this caused the crook to go wide eyed and fear for his life. Maybe he wouldn't see the light of day after all. The Spider-man look-a-like raised his arm again and pointed the firearm at his head. He started to tremble as the spider chuckled. His luck was definitely down the drain.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Three shots were fired, but not at the crook. The shots were all fired up in the night sky.

The crook started to touch his head, not believing that he was still alive. After reassuring himself that he was alive and without injuries, he became angry and yelled, "What the hell! Are you crazy?"

"No, at least I think I'm not. I was just calling the cops. I don't have a cell phone and I know you are not going to let me borrow yours. So I used the next best thing." the ghetto Spiderman said as his broke the hand gun in half as if it was a pierce of butter. Letting the two pieces fall to the ground, he replied, "Now, where were we?"

The crook didn't have a chance to curse, as our spidey look-a-like closed in the distance in a blink of an eye. Then two punches in the head and a round house kick later, our crook flew across the alleyway, stopping a good ten feet from where he was originally standing.

"Ouch, that looks like it hurts. Well that's the end of the line for him, forks," the spider joked to no one. He started walk slow to the fallen crook only to stop mid-step by a buzzing sensation in the back of his head. As the sensation intensified the world around him slowed down to almost a stop.

It was like his sense of touch was in overdrive whenever he was in his state. He could feel everything around him. The movement of a rat dashing in between trash bins to the left of him, the flies hovering over said trash. He could also "feel" the heavy breathing of the scared couple, now holding each other, behind him. But the buzzing was strongest to the right of him in the direction of the dumpster. There the first thug stood up with another hand gun, pointing at the mask menace in front of him. Slowly the spider turned his head towards the thug in the dumpster as the he opens fire.

Bam.

The spider manages to dodge to the left.

Bam.

The second shot misses like the first as the spider side steps to the right.

Bam.

The last shot was way off its attended target as the spider pulls the gun out of the crooks hand by a web.

Binnnng.

And that was the sound of the crook's head hitting the edge of the dumpster, hard. You may ask yourself how that happened. Well it was a simple concept of physics. An object in motion stays in motion. Since the crook had a firm grip on his hand gun, when it was pulled he was as well. And well trash isn't the most leveled ground to stand on… So yeah, he slipped and knocked himself unconscious.

"Uumm… Okay that happens." The spider said not believing what he just had witnessed with his own eyes. It was then that he really took notice that the two would be muggers were out cold.

"Wait I was supposed to...shit." He cursed as he realized he lost his chance to ask one of the crooks about the organized crime running rapid in the streets.

There he was with no information or leads, all because he was too strong for the bad guys. That was the third mugging he stopped that night and every single one of them ended the same way.

"Thank you, Spider-man." The man said has he kept holding the trembling woman in his arms.

A sigh escaped our masked hero. And yet again he was mistaken for the web head. It took hours of hard work to come up with a new identity and yet people still make the same mistake. God damn it, it wasn't his fault that he was given the exact same powers as Spiderman! Well not exactly one hundred percent the same. He just wishes he was able to have organic webbing. But no, he had to invite a synthetic solution that costs a pretty penny and then a way to shoot it.

Just. Like. Spider-man.

Okay maybe it is his fault that people confuse him with the web slinger, but can you blame him? Web swinging was the best part of this gig. It was almost like flying, the sensation of free falling than swinging between buildings in the last seconds before hitting the hard ground was just awesome.

Remembering that the couple had thanked him, he turned his head to their direction and nodded. He then jumped about three stories high in the air before swinging off to the night sky. He was out of sight by the time the police got to the couple to aid them.


Our masked vigilante was about a good five city blocks away from the last sight of his heroism, when both of his web shooters started to malfunction. But luckily for our hero, he was able to safely reach the top of a building where he tried to fix his mechanical contraptions. Well, safe as he can be without crashing on the side of buildings in a manner that would make Gorge of the Jungle green with envy. That was just silly. Who was he kidding, that happened more often than he would like to admit. God, did he hate this invention of his. The web shooters were not the problem. It was the synthetic web fluid. The problem was as he uses the webbing, it lost necessary pressure. If there was low pressure within the cartridge, the fluid will not solidify into a "web string". So long story short, use too much of the web fluid and your web shooters become super soakers. And it is not water that shoots out. Hey you build an artificial spider silk out of groceries and over the counter medicine, and then you can harshly criticize him. But until then, back off.

After draining the web shooters and changing the cartridge on both shooters, our hero was ready to go. As he walked to the edge of the roof top, he felt as if he was being watched, but how? He was on top of a building and no one was in sight. It felt as if the person who was watching him was right behind him. Without losing a step, he turned around and pointed his shooters in front of him. And there he saw it.

It was nothing. Just the darken roof top and the two useless cartridge near the center of the roof top that he left there.

"Huh. Guess that's enough for tonight then." The spider said out loudly as turned to the direction he was originally heading to before. He took two steps forward and quickly turned around yelling out. "Aha!" And again, nothing was behind him.

"Okay I think I have had enough of an adventure for the night." thought the spider.

He jumped off the roof top and proceeded to swing to the safety of his home, not knowing that he was being followed by a pair of red eye lenses of another masked vigilante.


Next day in Forest Hills Queens'.

Beeeeep. Beeeeep. Beeep. Crash.

That was the sound of an alarm going off, only to be obliterated from its existence. For you see, our hero was not what you would call a morning person. And as such, he was happy to slay another veil alarm clock and send its soul to Valhalla along with its brethren.

"Urk, Moring already?" Yawn. "Damn it." This was said by a young man as he got out of his bed. This teenager had messy brown hair. Yeah messy didn't even cover it; it was more like a serious case of bed head. As he rubbed the gunk out of his sleepy brown eyes, he yawned exhaustingly. As he stretched himself in order wake himself up a bit, the blanket that draped over his form fell, revealing his toned and muscular upper body.

Yes he sleeps without a shirt, why? It's for the ladies.

All joking aside, wearing thermals when you are saving people tends to heat you up, so that's why he sleeps without a shirt in order to cool off.

Knock. Knock.

"Peter, are you up sweetie?" The door was opened and an older woman walked in to the room. She looked to be in her mid forties. Said woman was wearing blue scrubs, and was pulling her blonde hair back in order to put it into a hair braid.

"Unfortunately, yeah I'm up, Aunt May." said Peter as he finished yawning again.

"Good because I got a call from work and they asked me to cover a shift. So breakfast is on the counter. Oh and please leave early since you're walking to school today." she said to her nephew as she started to turn around to head out of the door.

"Wait, why isn't Teresa taking me then?" asked Peter wondering why his cousin was not going to take him to school. Yes his cousin. Teresa Parker, the only daughter of Ben and May Parker. She was really more like a sister to Peter than a cousin. She was one of the few people that Peter liked and trusted, but all that changed when Uncle Ben died. She started to act distant towards him and her mother.

"Today is Friday, Peter. She has an early class today, which is why you have to walk to school." explained Aunt May. Oh yeah she was in college already. She was five years older than him, but that did not stop her from asking for him for help on her homework. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He wasn't complaining though. He got to learn more advanced subjects though it, so it was a win, win situation.

"Friday already? Okay, will do Aunt May. Have a great day at work." yelled out Peter before the door was fully closed.

"Goodbye Peter." Replied May as she walked down the hallway and headed towards the garage.

"Ok time to go to school." said Peter as he got off his bed and started to do his daily morning routine.

Once his routine was over, he headed towards the Kitchen to eat breakfast. Homemade waffles, god how he loves his Aunt. As he was eating his waffles, he decided to watch what the weather would be this weekend, so he grabbed the TV remote that was on the kitchen counter. As he flipped through channels, he stopped on a commercial that showed Spiderman saving a woman from falling from a building. As the web slinger has the woman in his arms, the woman moves her head closer to the spiders' body and takes a sniff. Yeah it was a stupid perfume commercial. They land on the ground and he asks if she's alright. She was in awe by the perfume and replied with a shy yes, before he swung away. Then the commercial ended by showing the perfume's logo, Slinger. What a stupid name.

Peter just switched the channel, not being able to look at the commercial for any longer. How could Spiderman just advertise his products instead of stopping crime around New York? Sure he has saved some people, but that was in the beginning when he started out as a hero. Now he is hardly seen saving people, yet he was still somehow beloved by everyone in New York. One of his biggest fans was in fact Uncle Ben, which was the reason why peter wore the hoodie that part of his costume since it was his uncles'. With the last thought about his uncle, he finished eating his breakfast and headed out the door with his backpack at his shoulder.


As Peter walked to school, he was seen reading something on his cell phone. In fact he was reading on how the crime rate has been increasing since the last year and a half. This fact sickened him to his very core. How could this have happened? The second part of the article pissed him off even more. It stated that the police department could potentially be corrupted, since there is a case revolving just that in the past. Again he asked himself how this could have happened, but in the back of his mind he already knew how and more importantly why.

It all started after the so called battle for New York, when the city was invaded by Aliens. The city was left in shambles and in need. Some people saw this as an opportunity to grow their wallets. After the wake of the incident, many people looked for help in trying to rebuild their lives and the crooks took advantage of their desperate needs. There were several cases of fake insurance companies promising to help but for a price. Most of these assholes were caught, but not all. These cases were shown in the media, but Peter knew that there was more to the story than being said.

After the many losses caused by the battle, many were looking for an escape from the harsh reality. It was because of this that drug sells rose. It was not only affecting the adults, but the kids as well. Peter saw how much this battle really affected people in school. Many kids that had lost a love one could be seen in the streets looking for their next fixes. It was sad, but in a warped way of thinking, he could understand their pain. Hell, he almost fell into that type of crowd as well, but he realized that taking that path wouldn't change a damn thing. Plus his aunt would kill him, if he ever took that path. If he was brutally honest, the reason why he didn't use drugs was because of his aunt. She didn't need another problem. She had enough to handle with paying the bills.

And lastly there were the muggings. He had already stopped many of them in the short week that he was out. At first most were unarmed, but that quickly changed. The past two nights all of them were armed. Peter would like to think that it wasn't his fault that caused the thugs to arm themselves.

And as to why everything was happening was because of greed; the same greed that every person has. The only difference being that sometimes it's stronger in some than in others. Sadly it was more common than Peter would like to think. Don't get him wrong, there are two types of greed, a good and bad one. It can serve as a motivator that makes you want to succeed in life like gaining money, but when the desire becomes so great that you are willing to injury people around you, then that is when it becomes an unforgivable sin; like a disease that affects anyone that it touches.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a police siren going off to the left of him. He turned his head and saw Officer George Stacy, Uncle Ben's partner, in a squad car. George pulled over next to Peter and rolled the window down.

Officer George Stacy is what you call a good man. He always wanted to help the people around him because of his caring nature. So naturally he became a police officer, and a damn good one according to Uncle Ben. When Peter's uncle and George became partners, they hit it off from the very start. So well that his family and Peters' were like relatives, all but in blood. They would celebrate holidays and even birthdays together. When Peter would think about all the time they spent together, a smile would always creep up on his face, as it was doing now.

"Hey there champ, need a ride to school?" asked George as he finished parking the car.

"Did Aunt May put you up to this? You know that I can walk myself to school." asked Peter a little annoyed.

"She may have called me and said you were walking to school. So I decided to take you to school instead." said George sounding a little sorry, but not being completely sincere.

"Don't you have to take Gwen to school first?" Peter asked as he saw that George wasn't the only one inside the car.

"What, you don't like my company anymore Peter? That hurts, and I thought that we were friends. Plus my school's schedule is different than yours." said Gwen from the back of the car.

Gwen Stacy, now that was a girl. She was smart, beautiful, and independent and the same age as him. When Peter first saw her, he thought that heaven was missing an angle. Her short blonde hair and baby blue eye captivated him from the start. Yeah he had a crush on her, plus the whole nerd girl is kind of hot to him. It was like that for many years, but he came to realize that she was more like an annoying little sister to him. The thing was that she, as well, had a crush on him, and still dose, but Peter, even thought one of the smartest persons she knows, was clueless when it comes to the opposite sex. He still doesn't know she still likes him.

"Just get in already. Don't make me come out there and hand cuff you in. Plus if you don't get in, you're going to be late for school. Do you want to explain to May why you were late?" demanded George which caused peter to shudder at the thought of an angry Aunt May.

"Okay, I give up. You guys win." Said peter as he opened the passenger side door and got in the car.

"Hey, are you not going to seat next to me?" asked Gwen from the back. She was hoping he would seat next to her so they can talk about her plan.

"Sorry Gwen, but I haven't broken any laws to cause me to seat next to you." Peter quipped as he put on his seat belt on.

"What? Why you cheeky bastar-" Gwen said surprised at his answer, but was interrupted.

"Now maim, we already said that anything you say can and will be use against you in the court of law." joined in George, in peters teasing of his daughter.

"No fair, dad. You're in his side? I thought blood runs thicker than water." complained Gwen not believing her ears.

"Maim, the long hand of the law has no boundaries. It is really sad that a daughter of an office would fall as low as to break the law and use her father as a way out of her punishment." said Peter while smirking at Gwen over his shoulder. She was going to reply to peter's last comment when she was again interrupted by.

"Oh, where did, Martha and I, go wrong." said George dramatically putting his hand over his eyes, making it look like he was crying.

"Whatever." said Gwen as she turned her head to the side window to stare out of it, while Peter and George just started to laugh loudly. The officer, in the car, started to drive off to peter's school.

There was some time that passed before Gwen remembered her plan. She started to ask peter if he liked his school, in which he replied with a no.

"Then why don't you enroll to my school, pete?" asked Gwen. So far, so good she thought.

"You mean Midtown Magnet Academy, home of the Mustang?" asked Peter wondering what her reason was for asking. Don't get him wrong he likes her, but in middle school. They both were in the same school and it was, well in a word, daunting. She would follow him everywhere. Again he likes her, but a young man needs his space, god damn it women.

"Yeah, M cubed is a better high school than any public school." said Gwen adding the seed of deception in his head. It looked like it was working as peter stopped to think.

"I know that it is better, but it is too expensive. We cannot effort it, Gwen. Especially now that my uncle is-" Stated peter, but was not able to finish as it looked like he started to think about the past. Yes it worked, that was what she was hopping for him to ask. All she needs is to water those seeds and he was in her clutches.

"Yeah I know, but you can apply for a scholarship like me. I know that you can get a full ride and when you are at three m, I can finally show you that you than I'm smarter than you." quipped Gwen as she added the coup de grâce, attacking his ego, which cause's peter to imitate a horse blowing its lips. "You smarter than me, Absurd." At this peter speaks to George, "I think we should also add disillusioned to the report partner."

"Peter Benjamin Parker, I'm talking to you seriously right now." said Gwen angrily as peter was just blown her plan off. She worked so hard on it, so it better work.

"Okay, you don't need to bite my head off, but I don't think they will accept Me." said peter unsurely.

"What? Why not?" asked Gwen, which cause peter to let out a sign.

"Because I have a spot in my permanent record." was peter response embarrassed.

What could the mark in his permanent record be? Gwen thought and in a way she doesn't believes peter has one. This is Puny Parker we are talking about. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Plus he was what many would call a teacher's pet. So she laughed think it was a joke. She quickly stopped as soon as she saw he wasn't laughing too.

"What happened?" asked Gwen now interested on his answer.

"I fought another person in school. He was beaten pretty badly by me." answered peter not proudly.

"Wow, one year without me and you are already a delinquent. You sure you aren't the one that need to be back here." said Gwen letting the info sink in.

A snort escaped peter at her comment.

"But still you can try to apply. I mean you don't know if you will get in or not." insisted Gwen. She wanted peter to be in the same school as her, like old time. She misses him. They used to hang out, almost all the time. She would like that, plus she would not let any other girl steal him from her.

"Okay I'll try." Peter gave up, but still it was a way better school than the one he was going to. It wouldn't hurt to try.

As fast as the ride started, it ended just as quickly as well. George pulls the car near the entrance of Peter's school. As Peter was getting ready to leave the car, he was stopped by the officer in the car by his name been called out. Peter turned to face George, as the officer began to talk. "Peter, you know that if you or your family needs any help, you can call me, right."

"Sir, you have helped me and my family more than anyone else, but yes. We know we can call you. Thank you for everything by the way." said peter gratefully.

"It was nothing, really." said George. Peter was about close the door when Gwen yelled for the back. "Please think about it, Peter. You are wasting your brain in this rat hole." She was not given up, at all.

"Okay just because our school's mascot is a beaver, and it is a part of the rodent family, doesn't mean it's a rat hole." said Peter just for the sake of have the last word.

"Whatever rat-boy." said Gwen, not letting him to have the last word.

As they drove off, Peter can only shake his head at Gwen's childish act. He started to walk to his locker to get his math book for his first period class, while tuning out all the gossip that was been told around him. He was still wondering if he can truly be accepted to Gwen's school. As he opened his locker he overhear his name been call out in a whisper like fashion. He turned to face the one that called on him and it was just Jessica Jones.

She was a fellow nerd, according to the high school monarchy. Jessica was a shy and reserved girl. They had, in the past, worked on project together, since they both have the same chemistry class. She really didn't have any friends; from what Peter knows of her. She remands him of himself when he was in elementary school, before he meets Gwen, so he naturally had a kinship to her. And when she was been bullied by a jerk, he came to her rescue. From there she developed a crush for Peter, not because he stopped the other guy, but because he lost more for helping her. Since that fight, he lost his spot on the school's basket ball team and any chance of him been popular. She had asked him why, in which he just said it was the right thing to do. All that has cause her to see peter as her knight in shining armor.

"S-sorry, if I distributed you, Pete." she said. "But I have an extra cookie that I bought, and I don't want it. S-so I was wondering if you want it."

Peter just smiled and nodded his head. She got the sweet out of her bag and gave it to him. Peter just looked at the wrap up cookie and said a quick thank you to her. She was acting weird once the sweet was in Peter's hand. She looked like she wanted to see if he liked the cookie, so he, mentally signed and started to eat the cookie in question. He was not disappointed, it was very good. Plus it was omelet favor, his favorite.

"Mmm. This is very good. Where did you buy it from?" said Peter. The sweet in question was being eaten happily. The comment as well causes her to smile shyly.

"S-sorry again, but I lied to you. I actually baked those cookies and thought that you may love one." She said. She also knew that omelet cookies were his favorite, but he didn't need to know that.

"Okay, since it was a good cookie. I guess I can forgive you this once." said Peter smiling at her, which causes her to blush and avoid looking at his face. Her happy moment was ruined by the first bell ringing. She mentally cursed that she couldn't spend more time with her crush, but her classroom was on the other side of the campus. "I'll see you later." she said.

"Yeah, see you later." He said as she started to run to her classroom. Once she was gone from site, peter turned to get his book. With the book found, he put it in his bag when.

Cling.

"What the?" He said as he looked at his bag with uncertainty at the sound that came out of it. He reached inside to find out what cause the sound and he found it. It was his metallic web shooters. He must have forgotten to get them out of his bag, before school. Seen his inventions it reminded him of the grim realization that he was no way closer to finding any clues on the mastermind behind the crime. This infuriated him; tightening the grip on his web shooters he put them back in his bag and proceeded to head to his classroom. His mind made up on what to do later that night. He has to find a way to prove that his uncle was framed with corruption charges.

Yes you heard right. His uncle was charged with corruption after a case that he was working when down south. He knew his uncle was not one of those corrupted cops that the article was written about. He was a good man not some criminal. He was fired and arrested. Afterwards the case was mysteriously leaked to the public. We fought in the court to prove he was innocent but the case was dropped after we got the grim news. He died in jail, like a criminal dog not like a war hero that he was. Yes he fought in the Gulf War, two tours to be exact. But it didn't matter, his name was dragged through the mud by those vultures, that we call news reporters.

Normally he would have trouble at school from other kids, but since the last fight, he was a part of, nobody messed with him. That did not stop the rumors though. He was getting tired of this but he kept going to show his aunt May that they would be fine. It was hard, but he was a man. Like his uncle used to say, a man is not person who show he is better that anyone else, but he is a person that has endured many wrongs. And still gets up for more. Now does that sound like a crooked cop to you? No I didn't think so.

As he entered his classroom, he was still contemplating his uncle case. It did not make any sense. How was the case leaked out to the media? How was his uncle killed in jail? And most importantly, why were the case dropped and any evidence used in the case just disappear? It added up to one possible outcome, someone wanted him dead, that someone has to be very powerful to make things disappear without the judges noticing or he has said judges in his pocket.

So yes he was going to go out tonight and every other night, because the Scarlet Spider is on the hunt for Justice.


I know it is a little late that I upload this, but life was just getting in the way too much. So I'm sorry.

What did you guys think about my take on the Marvel universe? Any comments, good or bad, are welcome, but keep in mind this is my first fic.