Chapter One

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Peter's eyes fluttered open. He rubbed his eyes.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Coming!" Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes again.
He was on the couch. He heard the chime of keys at the door. Peter looked up and saw his mask on the middle of the floor. The door opened. He shot a web at it, instantly closing it.
"Peter!" Aunt May called. "Open this door."
"One second Aunt May!" Peter replied.
He looked at himself. He was in his costume. "God dammit."
He grabbed a towel from a basket full of clean clothing and assorted towels. He took his costume off and webbed it to the roof.
He waltzed to the door and opened it.
"I was in the shower," Peter laughed.
"Why is your hair dry?" She asked.
"I dried it thoroughly." He replied.
He walked from the slightly opened door and jumped onto the mask and hid it in his towel.
"What are you doing?" Aunt May asked?
"Squatting exercise. I do it to get fitter." Peter got up and faced her.
She looked at his muscles and abs. "Why?"
"Um. To maintain a healthy body." Peter told her.
Aunt May chuckled and walked out of the lounge room.
Peter grabbed his costume and dashed for the stairs.

Peter stuffed his costume in his bag and put his web shooters on. He tied his shoes and walked out from the room and down the stairs.
"Where are you off to?" Aunt May asked.
"I'm going out with Harry and MJ," Peter responded. He grabbed a coke can.
"You have to clean your room. Just because you have graduated school, doesn't mean you abandon chores." Aunt May told him.
"Later, I love you, bye." Peter closed the door.
"Peter!" Aunt May opened the door, but he was gone. "Kids."

Peter sat at the café waiting for Harry and MJ.
"Peter!" He heard behind him. It was a girl.
He turned.
Gwen Stacey.
Peter stood up. The chair was forced backwards.
"But you, you can't be here," Peter stepped back. Everyone was looking at him.
She looked at him and disappeared into thin air.
He was seeing things.
She had died two months ago.
"Peter, sit down." Harry said, with his hand on Peter's shoulder.
"I…Something has come up." Peter grabbed his bag and walked off.
"Peter!" Harry called to him.

Peter sat on the building with his legs off the side. He leaned back and his head laid against the window.
His spider sense went off, but he ignored it.
Police sirens went off below him. He grabbed his bag and slowly leaned forward, and fell off the building.

Spider-Man swung around the building and followed the police cars racing down the street, sirens on. He stuck to the building across the road from where all the cars were parked. Spider-Man jumped down to the ground.
"Freeze!" The cops aimed their guns at him.
"What's going on here?" Spider-Man asked, completely ignoring the policemen.
"That's none of your business, menace." The police shouted at him.
Spider-Man jumped up and swung through a window.
He walked through the tall building, not knowing at all what was going on.
"Hello?" Spider-Man called out.
"Get out or I'll blow it!" A man shouted from the top floor.
Spider-Man got to the roof of the current room he was in and slowly crept along the ceiling.
He reached the top floor and hung upside down on a web.
"Don't do anything rash." Spider-Man said.
He was startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to find out what's going on. The boys in blue down there wouldn't tell me a thing." Spider-Man stayed put.
"I have a bomb vest on." He said, and pointed to his chest.
"I see…" Spider-Man landed on the floor.
"Stay back!" He pulled a small device out with a big red button.
"Oh, great." Spider-Man shot a web at the device and pulled it to himself. He put it down and shot two webs at the suicide bomber. Spider-Man pulled the bomber towards himself and kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
He picked up the detonator and swung out the window. He landed on the roof of a police car.
"You're welcome." Spider-Man handed one of the policeman the detonator.
"This doesn't change a thing. You killed Captain Stacey." Spider-Man webbed his mouth shut.
"Captain Stacey was killed by Doctor Octopus." Spider-Man jumped off the bonnet and swung around the building.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened." Peter told Harry and MJ.
"Well you were outta there pretty quickly." Harry told him.
"It's…it's nothing." Peter smiled.
"What about a movie huh?" Peter sat on Harry's couch.
"I have to go," MJ said. "Work, sorry."
"Oh," Harry said.
"Well we can tomorrow right?" Peter asked.
"No can do," Harry told them. "Oscorp stuff."
"Well, we'll sort something out." Peter said.
"Bye guys," MJ smiled.
Peter got up and walked her to the door.
"So I was thinking, we could possibly do something tomorrow, just the two of us?" Peter asked.
She giggled. "Just us?"
"Yeah, why not?" Peter laughed.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" She asked.
"Well, not really, I just don't want to be at home with my Aunt tomorrow,"
"Oh." She replied.
"Oh?" Peter was stunned. She was actually looking forward to a date.
"It's nothing." She smiled. "Movies tomorrow, one o'clock?"
"Sure." Peter smiled back. "Cya then."
She walked down the pathway and down the street.
"She is so into you," Harry told him. "Why didn't you say it was a date?"
"I'm still trying to get over Gwen, Harry." Peter leaned against the door frame.
"I understand, it took me a while to get over my dad being the Green Goblin and going to prison." Harry replied.
Peter closed the door and followed Harry into the lounge room.

Peter opened the front door and closed it quietly, incase Aunt May was sleeping. He crept into the kitchen and turned the light on. It flickered a few times and finally turned on. He made a sandwich, and stood there for two minutes eating it.
He walked upstairs and almost tripped over something in the hall.
Peter turned the light on and Aunt May lay flat in the hallway, unconscious, barely breathing.