07 July 2015

17:22

Author's note -

Hello people. This is my first fan fiction. I would like you all to be supportive and keep your reviews flowing. I also would to thank my friend ( his current username is - "Rain-6" on fan fiction) who motivated and helped me write the first chapter.

This story is set after TASM 1. It is about how Peter gets back with Gwen, the way he constantly manages to keep the city from harm. Harry is back but there is something more than meets the eye. Harry and MJ gets get close. But he manages to keep a watchful eye over MJ and at the same time rekindles his relationship with Gwen.

And I am open to ideas. It would be really nice for readers to give new ideas.

Chapter 1

Beep Beep. Beep Beep. Beep Beep..

"5 minutes ..Aunt May.." grumbled Peter as he made a futile attempt to hit the snooze button that ended up shattering the alarm clock into a million pieces. This is the fifth alarm clock that he had broken.

The previous night had turned out to be one of the most tiresome night that he ever had- bank heists, home invasion etcetra, etcetra.

He had his hands full. He only wished to take a day off and do nothing but sleep to his hearts content.

He knew this was a lifestyle that he could never have. It was way too much luxury than he could afford.

Peter slept undisturbed for what seemed like a meagre 5mins before a sharp knock by Aunt May jolted him out of his deep slumber.

"Get your ass off the bed sleepyhead." exclaimed Aunt May. " You don't want to be late on your first day."

Peter got up feeling groggy and lazy. He rubbed the sleep off his drowsy eyes. He got down from his bed and wiped the drool from his cheek.

He glanced at the clock above his study table. He couldn't believe it. It was 8:56 a.m. And his classes were gonna start from 9:00 a.m.

He jumped from his bed, pulled on a pair of trousers and slipped into a sweatshirt while brushing his teeth at the same time. Peter slipped on his sneakers and took off giving a slight peck on Aunt May's cheek.

"See ya, Aunt may.", yelled Peter as he rushed out of the door.

"Try to come back home for dinner , Pete." shouted Aunt May after him.

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Peter knew that he could never reach his school on time. As he didn't want to be late so he entered an alley and quickly changed into his spider suit and took off swinging and jumping from one building to the other as fast as he could.

He couldn't believe that he was going to be late for his very first day. Thanks to his spider powers, now he could make it on time before they shut the gates. He zipped as fast as he could. He was just a couple of minutes away from school when he heard a loud honking from somewhere below. He looked down. The sight made his heart grow cold with fear. There was a kid running across the road, following a ball that had somehow rolled onto the street. The kid was completely oblivious to the fact that a 10 tonne truck was speeding towards him at breakneck speed. Without wasting even a millisecond, he let go of his web, quickly changed his direction and pulled himself towards the now petrified boy. His mind worked at hyper speed fuelled by his adrenaline rush. He kept descending. 60 feet ... 40 feet ... 20feet ... And just as he was about to reach the surface, everything seemed to slow down. Spidey clocked the incoming impact and time stopped. He could feel the spider sense racking as his brain as he analysed the situation at hyper speed. He could feel the sudden rush of the air past his ear as he zip-lined to the opposite building. Strength coursed through his veins as he lunged forward. He extended his right hand forward in a attempt to reach the kid. His hand reached and went round the petite frame of the child's waist. He gently lifted him off the ground and allowed his trusty web to pull the child and himself towards safety. He made a smooth landing on the ground and crouched to cushion his direct impact with the ground.

The boy was awestruck to have been saved by spidey. He ogled his eyes at him, his lower jaw hanging an inch away from his upper jaw. He realised that of all people on this world it was spider-man who was looking at him. Boy, he was surely gonna tell tales about this to his friends.

"Hey little guy, where's your mom?"

Of course the boy was struck beyond his wits.

Oh boy, the kid is still shaking. Guess he is shocked, thought Peter

"So next time be a little extra careful kid because spider-man might not be around to look out for you."

And so he took off ...

Well now Peter knew that he officially late for school. He was sure that he would be in a lot of trouble if he couldn't attend the first class of his first day. He quickly took shortcuts here and there and landed on the roof of his school, changed as fast as he could and entered the building through the vent.

He ran across the hall, his footsteps echoing through the empty hall, made a quick turn for the corridor where his classes were going to be held. As he neared his classroom he could hear Mr, Anderson's loud husky voice.

Peter pushed himself through the door.

20 pairs of eyes stared at him as though he was something impossible to understand

"Ah Mr. Parker. Thank the Lords!. You finally decided to grace us with your divine presence.", exclaimed Mr Anderson mockingly at Peter.

"Hope you don't take time to select your favourite seat"

"I am sorry, Mr , Anderson. It won't happen again.", apologised Peter.

"Unh. Whatever."

Peter quietly took the only empty seat and it was beside Gwen.

He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a notebook and looked desperately for a pen.

He looked around to see if anyone had a spare pen. Then right out of nowhere he saw a hand emerge along with a pen.

It was Gwen. Even though her golden bangs fell across her face providing a mask, he could tell that she was distraught. She was ignoring Peter, Well Peter couldn't blame her. It was his fault for not showing up at her father's funeral. He was so wrecked with guilt that he couldn't be there for Gwen when she needed her the most. He realised that he would always end up hurting the people that he cared about the most and it included Gwen.

And also the promise that he made to Captain Stacy before his death ...

He felt obliged to respect a dead man's wish.

He didn't want anything bad to happen to her for he knew that he would be broken beyond any repair if it did.

Thinking this to be the best for Gwen's safety he completely cut her out.

Peter took the pen quietly from her and thanked her quietly. Gwen didn't show any sign of acknowledgment.

He was filled with guilt at this gesture displayed by Gwen. She was still trying to help him and be there for him in spite of all the pain that her entire family had to go through. It seemed Gwen was the only one to care for him.

This truly touched him.

Soon it was lunch break.

Peter quietly entered the cafeteria. He topped up his plate with fries, meat balls and coke.

Just as he was about to take his seat, his spider sense jolted him as entered the realm of reality. He could sense Flash Thompson's deliberate movement of his huge muscular arm to knock his plate out of his hands. Peter knew for sure that he could easily catch his arm before Flash's synapses could ever think of a response. But he knew better not to take such rash actions. He couldn't think of risking his identity for the sake of his loved ones. He already lost Gwen and his uncle which was still taking its toll on him.

Instead he just allowed Flash to knock his plate all over him. The coke completely drenched his clothes and the fries left oily smudges all over. Peter looked morose cause he knew that no punishment could ever help him in redeeming the wrongs that he had done.

Maybe he was taking it too hard on himself. Still he let it go. He knew he shouldn't care about petty things such as Flash as it really didn't matter much to him. He went on his way as he heard Flash and his goofy friends guffawing at him and mimicking the slouched shoulders that he made while walking.

Peter refilled his plate and quietly took a seat at the far end of the hall. It seemed to him he had meals of hopelessness and despair. Just then a sudden movement of golden hair caught his eyes.

It was Gwen. She walked swiftly towards Flash.

"Flash. Why do you have to be so rude and make fun of Peter. I have tutored you and I think you can be so much better than this version of yours. There is till time for you to change and leave this very bad attitude of yours."Gwen said this with reproach.

She got Flash mum and ashamed. Flash knew Gwen meant well for him. And he valued his friendship with her too much to loose it. Flash apologised to her and promised that he would never pick on Peter.

Peter was stunned by this. This was the second time Gwen looked out for him. Before he could ever let himself immerse into those heart wrenching feelings, he quietly got up and left the cafeteria before stealing a quick glace at Gwen. She was concentrating on her plate, seemed calm and hell bent on finishing her food.

Peter went back to his class and sat down on his bench. He checked his cell phone to check if he had any messages waiting for him. As there was none, he attended the other classes. The rest of the classes went uneventfully. Soon he heard the loud ring of the final bell.

The first day of his class was finally over. This seemed to be such a long tiring day for him.

He shuddered at the very thought of what might happen to him and the end of the senior year. Ignoring all the unhealthy thoughts that was continuously creeping up on him, he decided that the best course of action is to take off.

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He was enjoying the cold evening air as it rushed past him. This is the feeling that should be everlasting, he thought. The scenic view of Manhattan coupled with the pristine pollution free air high up here calmed his nerves. No sudden spider sense alert to keep him focused. He had had enough.

This experience made his breathless every time. He could never get enough of it.

It always rejuvenated him.

His heightened senses lay dormant giving him the uncanny sense of serenity. He swung across the proud looking skyscrapers and perched on a flag post.

The view was truly breath taking. He pulled his mask off his face. The rays of the setting sun peeked through the clouds and shimmered on the building. He was witnessing one of the greatest creation of god.

He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun along with the cool evening air console his tortured heart.

After enjoying a few blissful moments, he eyes opened and fell on the OSCORP tower. Events from yester year came rushing back to him all at once, overwhelming him. Events flashed before his eyes as though his brain was projecting them and focussing on the part that had already been seared on it, with a magnifying lens. It was truly painful reliving them again.

Peter was thankful for his powers, that allowed him to witness this softer side of New York. People rarely took time out of their busy schedule and enjoy the scenic beauty that Peter just witnessed... It was truly the work of wonders.

Peter pulled his mask back on and leaped from the pole into the reality of life that awaited down below.