The Astounding Marvel Universe!

Disclaimer:

This is just my personal version of the Marvel Universe. You'll see what stays the same, what is condensed, so on and so forth, and what is new. Just doing this for fun. Don't own the characters, all characters are to their respective publishers, and I do not want to profit off this.

Senior year. First night of actual homework. He felt enclosed, no longer able to swing around like he did the past few weeks before. His room was slightly disorganized, with some clothes and books scattered about. The bed wasn't made yet, making Peter a bit anxious. He didn't want Aunt May cleaning up his room and coming across anything. He loved her, but he knew the stress of it would be too much.

Peter let out a sigh. He had felt free, but was it right? It's no longer summertime, and there are responsibilities. And during his hobby, no major crimes were stopped. Furthermore, the bills are starting to pile up, and there'll be more bills in a year, assuming one of his applications is successful.

No, no forget about all that stuff right now. I have to do this. C'mon, it's easy. Don't distract yourself. Peter refocused, and picked up his pencil.

An hour and a half passed until he finished. Peter turned his cell phone back on, and hoped to see one of his friends had messaged him. Neither of them did. In his sunken posture, he presumed they were otherwise preoccupied.

"Peter! Peter! Are you done with your homework?" Aunt May called.

"Yeah, everything's all set Aunt May, don't worry!"

"I'm not, just making sure you're not slacking! Listen I'm going to head to bed, I have an early shift at the restaurant!"

His body felt warm, his skin prickled, and with a small smile, Peter said," Good night, Aunt May." It hit Peter, how such a little thing can make a difference. It's always needed, especially when things are quiet. Moments later, he had his suit on. He left a good night text in the group-chat before stuffing it under his suit, and left the apartment through his bedroom window.

His web cartridges were only, so Peter only swung around Queens for the night. He let the experience take him. The lightly dotted night sky, the wind rushing past him as he swung. Building to building. He swung wide and ran sideways on the closest building before flipping and dropping towards the ground. He shot out a web, and swung barely missing the ground and half a moment later, barely missing a sedan. After some time, his thoughts began to return to him. His mind became more cluttered.

First thing on list, get job. Second thing, upgrade my shoddy Spidey suit. It's like I'm wearing a fifth rate Captain America costume, but with more…..arachnid. And third thing? Third thing is think of third thing. Like college. Third thing is college.

It could never last for long while Peter was Spider-Man. He could feel who he is.

"WOOOOOOHOOO!" the confident Spider-Man yelled out.