Hi, readers this is my first fanfic and well I'm stupid enough to write it in English, while it isn't my mother language and the last time I used to write in it was in school 6 years ago. So I hope the grammar it isn't to bad. I rated it M to be safe, 'cause I don't know how the future of this Spidey exactly will look like.
Memories: How it began
The alarm rang and filled the room with an annoying sound, it was 4.00 am. Way too early for Peters taste, but it gonna be a long day and he wanted some hours for him self. The now 20 years old Peter Benjamin Parker fell out of bed unable to stand up, for a few seconds he lay on the ground. Every inch of his body hurts and half-encrusted scratches were everywhere on his skin. He managed to get on his feet, ignoring the pain Parker walked into the bathroom, took a shower and brushed his teeth. Then he walked back in his room, with an angry and sad look on his face, he stared on a black T-shirt laying on a chair.
"That I depend on this thing makes me sick, but I have no other choice."
He grabbed the shirt which liquefied into a black mass, that reached for his wounds to cover and heal them. After Peters body was regenerated, the black slime changed into an Tuxedo and he left the house. Slowly walking down the street he's grown up, thinking back when he was playing hide and seek with Eddie, Gwen and Harry. The day when Mary Jane began to live with Anna Watson, the four quickly became friends with her. Memories of an peaceful and innocent childhood.
It was still dark when Peter stopped in front of a big iron-gate, he opened it and entered the graveyard. It doesn't took him long to find the tombstones with Parker engraved on them, he set down and whispered.
"Long time not seen... Mom, Dad, Uncle Ben, Aunt May. I'm sorry that I couldn't visit you more often, but I was some kind of... well busy. But I have to tell someone what happened in the last years, I can't bear this burden anymore alone. But the ones I want to tell it the most where too close to me and it already caused them way more then trouble. So I speak to you now."
Peter take a deep breath and began with the story of his life. Without noticing that another person was visiting someone beloved.
" It began with the excursion to Oscorb, `cause I had a touch of fever you haven't wanted me go Aunt May."
He smirked at the thought how angry May was when he still went to the bus stop.
"At Oscorb they where experimenting with spiders, altering there DNA to create an new species, well one of these super spiders has escaped out of the terrarium and bite me. The wound was nearly invisible but hurt like I was shoot and the pain flow through my body."
The experience to get shoot, Peter made way to often and many times it wasn't a criminal that aimed at him with a gun.
"I collapsed, misjudging it was the fault of my fever which got worse, they put me in a restroom and let me sleep 'til the excursion was over. At home I fell into bet and slept the entire weekend, the change of my body during this time, would have never happen if my immune system wasn't weakened by the fever."
It was still dark but the city slowly awakened, the first people went to work and cars filled the street. The other person heard Peter speaking, sneaked behind an statue and listened.
"As I woke up on the following Monday, I noticed a few changes, first I could see perfectly without my glasses and second I had the body of an freaking athlete. Me Peter the nerdy wimp got muscles over night, this wasn't fair thinking about how much effort and discipline others must put in to get them. During school I found two more ability's, some kind of weird feeling that put my body and mind in a hyper awareness state, when something dangerous would happen and the ability to stick on walls like spiders."
The first appearance of the spidersense was when Eugene "Flash" Thompson got angry about him 'cause he spoke with his girlfriend Liz Allen. Peter dodged the attack without noticing that Flash was behind him, Eugene hit Peters locker instead and broke his hand.
"At this day I came home late, testing what I could do with my new ability's. When I came home you two where already sleeping and I saw bills laying all over the kitchen-table. I decided to yous my powers to earn money helping you to pay them. So I made an costume and web-shooter to show-off as a wrestler. All this time I acted strange and you where worried about me, this is the time you told me that with great power also must come great responsibility. I thank you Uncle Ben for this words, it seems that them where often the only thing that keep me in line . But back then I don't wanted to hear this, I went to an wrestling match and obviously won it. After the match an thief stole the money of the organizer, I could have stopped him but I didn't. It wasn't my money why should I interfere? Foolish toughs of an foolish boy. And then my world broke to pieces, while I arrived our street the police and ambulance was in front our house. Captain George Stacy tried to calm me down, but I was too angry I wanted to find the man who took you two from me and let him suffer. In an old depot near the harbor, I found him chased him too the rooftop. And then I saw him, the thief I could have stopped, he was totally scared of me stepped back and fell. And I let him, turned me back and left, I hoped to feel better but it was the opposite. Three people died 'cause I just didn't take action, at this moment I understood your words Uncle Ben."
Tears fell to the ground, emotions Peter buried deep within him came too the surface and made is chest hurt, formed the mental pain in physical agony. It took a while till he could speak again and said.
"On this day I decided to be responsible for my power, on this day I Decided to be Spider-Man."
The blonde women behind the statue couldn't believe what she just heard and the story Peter Benjamin Parker told his deceased family wasn't finished.
