Author's Note: This is a story I did awhile back based on an idea I've been meaning to use for a long time. I have to say Spectacular Spider-Man is one of my top faves to watch as far as Marvel goes. I grew up on the 90s Spider-Man show but the new one is pretty engaging and original in the way they go about things. Anyway this is my first time submiting a Spidey fic. I know its not much, hope you guys like it.

Scarlet Spider

At Midtown High Gynasium students were busy lifting weights on one side of the gym Flash Thompson was being spotted by his buddy Hobie Brown.

"I'm telling you guys Spidey's been getting his butt kicked since these guys decided to gang up on him." he said lifting weights.

"So? Spidey's always managed to hold his own before." said Rand.

"Yeah but the point is, its not fair." said Flash.

"So what do you plan to do about it? Suit up and join him?" Randy joked.

Flash paused on this for a moment before sitting up.

"Hey you know what? Your right!" he said.

"Whoa hold on there Flash I was just kidding." Randy told him.

"You really think you have what it takes to go against those guys?" Hobie asked him.

"Sure why not? Its about the same thing as playing football right?" he asked.

"Yeah except out there we're not playing for our lives." Randy told him.

"Actually we kind of do." said Thompson.

"Flash." Randy warned.

"No think about it? I busted my knee last season and laid it all out on the line out there. How can helping Spider-Man be any different?" he asked.

"Are you hearing yourself?" Randy said aloud gaining everyone's attention.

Across the way Peter Parker sat on a benchpress mat being spotted by Harry.

"I'm just saying Spider-Man can really use some help out there. He has too many bad guys and not enough good ones." Flash said in a hushed voice.

"I just dont want to have to read about your obituary." said Randy.

"Yeah me neither dude." added Hobie.

"Neither do the rest of us." Kenny said sitting across from them.

"Sides I'm sure Spider-Man wouldnt want you out there risking your neck." Randy told him. His friends' lack of support dampened his spirits.

"Meanwhile back on Earth what are we going to do for tonight?" asked Kenny. His friends talked amongst themselves as Flash stood up and left the group. The guys looked at each other dumbstruck.

"He's really serious." said Randy.

"We were just joking around." said Kenny.

"He really looks up to the guy." added Randy.

After sitting there for a few minutes Peter decided to go after him. The boy burst through the double doors a second later and called out to him.

"What do you want Parker?" the jock muttered.

"I just..."

"Look I get it. Nobody takes me seriously cause I'm just a dumb jock." he said before turning to face him.

"But I cant just stand by when a guy like him is in trouble." he said with conviction.

"Oh great where was this when he was shoving me into a locker?" Peter thought.

"Its not that..." he tried to explain.

"Just leave me alone Parker. Before you regret it." he said walking off.

"I never knew he felt so strongly about Spider-Man. I mean I know he looks up to him but... inspite of everything we've been through. I guess he's finally grown up...I mean that's kind of hard to imagine but he's definatly made some changes. " Peter thought.

"He's changed you know." Sha-Shawn said breaking his concentration.

"Sha-Shawn!" he said suprised.

"I know he may not look it. But he really is a good guy despite some of his shortcomings." she told him.

"Dont I know it." Peter thought.

"I'm sure he is." he told her.

"Spider-Man means alot to him. I know he puts up a gruff exterior but I've seen the real him. And even though he gives others a hard time he has strong convictions. I saw it when he reported Harry to the Athletic Board. That's how I knew he was a good guy." she told him.

"And you really do care about him dont you?" Peter asked.

"I just dont want anything to happen to him." she replied.

"Dont worry Sha-Shawn I wont." he thought to himself. He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure he'll be all right." he told her.

"I hope so." she said before walking off.

Several hours later Flash sat on his bed in contemplation. The teen athlete sat in silence as he looked at his closet. Downstairs his mom was busy baking a cake. Her son hadnt said anything since coming home from school. In actuality he cut school an hour or so before it let out and has been up there ever since. Mrs. Thompson accended the stairs towards his room and knocked on the door.

"Eugene honey are you all right?" she asked.

"Fine mom." he said behind the closed door.

"You havent said anything since you came home. Are you sure everything's all right?" she asked again.

"Yeah mom." he said with a hint of annoyance.

"Well...all right if you need anything..." she said concerned.

"I'm fine mom." he said in monotone.

His mother reluctantly turned away from the door and returned downstairs. Flash ran his hand through his hair and sighed as he looked back at the Spider-Man costume in his closet. He finally got up and walked over to the closet grabbing its sleeve with his fingers. He then turned to his television that saw on the dresser that played footage of Spidey in action. The teen sighed and took out the costume. Night had fallen when he emerged from his room and stood on the roof of his house. He decided there was no use in just wearing a replica costume. Afterall people had already seen him wear the Spider-Man costume when Venom attacked. He decided he needed to stand out more in order to distenguish himself from his hero. And switched the color scheme going with red spandex. After creating the gloves, guantlets and boots. He pulled a blue tank top from his closet that had a large spider symbol on the front and back before finally brandishing the mask. Despite its crude appearance the costume turned out well he thought. Who would have thought sewing class would come in handy? As he stood on the rooftop fully formed he pulled the red mask over his face with eyes simular to Spider-Man's and stood with his chest puffed out.

"Time to make history." he said to himself.

"...um how do I get down?" he asked.

Author's Note: I think I did a pretty good job capturing everyone's personality in this story. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue it.

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