Hey everyone I decided to get back into writing on this site. I've been away for a couple of years and wanted to return to it, but have been busy with school. Now I'm finally done and can come back. The last story didn't turn out as I wanted and will no longer be continued, I apologise if this affects any of you. One last thing, I am an English writer and spell some words differently from Americans, I will try my best to keep my idiolect American but there may be one or two mistakes. Thanks,

Above the busy streets of New York City he swung gracefully, skin tight red and blue coating his toned muscles as they contracted in the air. He was the guardian of this place, a young boy thrusted into a mans world, a dangerous world...

He thought over that fateful day, a spider bite transformed him from a skinny teenager into an athletic man, but he still had problems other boys did, and now he was running late for one of them!

"Man this is gonna be the third time this week" he muttered to himself as he began to get closer and closer to his school. He would have been there on time today as well if it wasn't for them pesky thugs mugging that young lady. He pondered over the earlier proceedings with a smile on his face. He may have made himself late for school, and he may have been on the receiving end of a punch or two for his troubles, but the smile of the girl who he helped was worth it. He thought over what uncle Ben said, " I hope this is what you wanted..." he sorrowfully spoke to himself, his uncle was gone and it was his fault, nobody else should have to go through pain like he had. " Nobody will ever feel the pain I have again!" He promised himself until he was in an alley near his school. He quickly changed, putting his costume in his bag.

"Mr Parker, late again I see." Greeted Dr Curt Connors, his biology teacher, in a half dissapointed, half jokey fashion.

"I'm sorry Dr Connors, I just got caug-" Peter tried to explain, before being abruptly cut off.

"Nevermind Peter, just take a seat." Commanded Dr Connors, and Peter swiftly obliged, grateful that he didn't have to make an excuse up.

He sat down avoiding the stares of his peers. With the mask on, he was the amazing Spider-Man, but without it he was just the plain old introvert Peter Parker. A plain old introvert who was often tormented by Eugene "Flash" Thompson.

Flash and Peter were good friends in their younger years, often playing together and seldom away from each other, but as they grew older they also grew apart, with Flash often tormenting and bullying Peter.

" Hey Parker, pay up!" Whispered a voice to his right. It was the voice of Flash.

" Pay for what?" Retorted Peter.

" Pay for being such an ugly nerd!" Commanded Flash.

" All I have is $5 for lunch." Came the reply.

" Then hand it over!" Flash again demanded, his voice become more intimidating.

" F-fine." Peter sadly replied, handing over his lunch money. To Spider-Man Flash was just a chump who he could take out in seconds, but Peter had a secret identity to keep to protect his loved ones, and going without lunch was worth it to to keep people like Aunt May safe.

He passed through the day until the Lunch bell rang.

" Hey Pete, how are you?" Asked Harry Osborn, Peter's best friend. Harry had always looked after him, trying his best to protect him from bullies. The illustrious Norman Osborn was Harry's father.

"Hungry" was all that Peter could muster.

"Flash take your lunch money again?" Questioned Harry, but he already knew the answer.

"Y-yeah..." came an ashamed reply

" Here take this." Harry opened his hand, offering Peter some money.

" No Harry, I can't take this from you." Was Peter's retort as he eyed the money like a dog would look at a bone.

" I insist." Assured Harry, placing the money is Peters hand. Peter graciously yet reluctantly took the money. He thought over how great his friend Harry was as he filled himself with canteen food.

" So Pete, dad is hosting this science convention and I'm allowed to bring a plus one, wanna tag along? I know you love this kind of stuff." Asked Harry, knowing full well what the answer would be.

" Of course I would, everybody who loves science wants to go to a convention hosted by your father Harry!" Exclaimed Pete, the excitement coursing through his veins as the pitch of his voice raised to almost never before seen heights."

" I knew you would, its next Saturday, we'll pick you up in the limo at 6." Planned Harry, amused at the excitement in his best friends voice. With that the school bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.

"Nothing like a little patrol right after school." Peter said to himself as he swung through the air with his custom made web shooters. Peter was a scientific genius, nobody else his age would have been able to make such advanced webshooters with such little resources like he did. He began to imagine all the good he could do if he never missed school before his attention was drawn elsewhere.

3 thugs ran were beating a man in an alley way, armed with bats and crow bars, striking down upon him. "This'll teach you to come in our territory again!" Spoke one of the thugs smugly, as he beat the almost unconscious member of the revival gang. Spider-Man released himself from his web, landing on a wall and yanking away a crow bar from one of the thugs. " It's the spider freak, get 'im" commanded the ring leader, the man who was now unarmed. " That's no way to speak about your mom." Came the reply from Spider-Man, angering the three thugs. Spider-Man jumped to the ground, using his spider sense to duck away from some swings of a baseball bat, before punching the wielded into a way and webbing him in place. Another brought down his crow bar in an arc motion but Spider-Man sidestepped it before kicking him in the face, sending him flying into an open dumpster. All that remained now was the unarmed man.

He grinned the most maniacal of grins, before removing two knives from his pockets! " Nice claws, kitten!." Jested Spider-Man, laughing at the thugs naivety. "We'll see who's laughing after I gut ya." Was the reply before the thug leapt forward utilising the knives. Spider-Man did a back flip to get himself away from the danger, before pulling the thug towards himself with a web and upper cutting him, knocking him a few feet back. He stood up, his grin now a frown, as he threw his knives with Spider-Man having to quickly dodge both, leaving them to clatter into the wall. Spider-Man then webbed down the thug, muffling his words with a web to the mouth. He turned around to see the victim of the attack no longer there. He swung off considering the job done.

Little did he know the job had only begun, as from the distance a predator lurked, watching his every move, learning, ready to capture its prey...

Through force or submission...

So that's the end of this chapter, I hope you all like it. I have a few ideas of where I wanna go with this story but they are subject to change. Quick side note that Peter has only had his powers for a short while in my story, and that also it is not based on any adaption of the character, as I attempt to use my artistic license to create a world for the character. Also important to mention that I do not own any of these characters in this story, and that they are all the assets of Marvel,

thanks again for reading

Azaan