(I wrote most of this chapter while listening to a song called Bruh Slim, by Jimmy heath.)
The Spider-Man!
Chapter 1
August 31st, 1962
Peter Parker was feeling good. He had just received his third weeks pay from the wrestling gig he had taken from one 'Crusher Hogan', and was counting the money in his hands as he exited the auditorium into a small hallway. Never in his fifteen years of being alive would he have thought that he would be getting paid one-hundred dollars a week to fight people, not to mention while dressed in a red and blue spider costume. And not really even fighting, for that matter. More like, acting like he was fighting until he got bored of the match. Which didn't take too long. Nevertheless, he wasn't complaining. He was getting paid good money to put on a show, and as the Spider-Man he never disappointed. As he continued walking, he tucked his money into the pocket inside of his brown overcoat and couldn't help but smile. He could still hear the roar of the crowd from the arena,'This is wild.' He thought, 'All this is happening because a of a spider bite! It seems like everything's going to start going my way!'
"Hey! Stop that guy!" The breathless police officer yelled at a red and blue masked figure as the said guy sped down the hallway with a bag of what the masked figured assumed was money. Just as the guy ran past the red masked individual, he was grabbed by the back of his jacket and was brought to an abrupt stop. The sudden stop in motion caused the brown jacketed man to lose his grip on the bag in his hand, causing it to hit floor with a loud thud spilling money onto the floor. "And just where do you think you're going?" The red and blue clasped figure asked mockingly as he lifted the man in the air by the back of his jacket as if he weighed nothing. "H-Hey! Put me down, freak!" The man exclaimed as he struggled in the air to get free. "Thanks for the help, pal." The officer said with a tired grin on his older, lined face as he approached the two, "I can't keep chasing down punks like this, getting too old." He continued as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his graying hair. "Yeah, no problem." The masked figure said as he lowered the man to floor, causing the crook to sigh in relief. The masked man quickly shoved the man against the wall getting a grunt from the man, "alright officer, I did my good deed for the week." The red and blue clad figure said as the officer placed handcuffs on the man shoved against the wall. "I'll see you fellas around." He then continued as he began to walk away. "Hey! Wait!" The Officer exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Just another one of those freaks in a mask!" He said as over his shoulder as he continued to walk away. The teenager then got in the elevator at the end of the hall and gave the officer one last salute as the door slid shut. As soon as the elevator door closed, Peter let out a sigh as he pulled out an additional wad of cash from underneath his jacket. "Won't even notice." The young man said to himself with a small smile as he counted the extra bills. He felt a tad guilty, but quickly tried to shrug the feeling off. 'Guy would have gotten away if it wasn't for me. I deserve this.' he thought to himself. As the elevator reached the basement level, Peter finished counting the looted money and placed it in his pocket. As the door slid open, Peter paused.
"I deserve this." He said to himself aloud. And with that, Peter parker left the building and quietly made his way towards home.
September 3rd, 1962
Peter awoke that night with a jump. Something didn't feel right. He didn't have a bad feeling necessarily, he just felt as he had forgotten something. The teenager then blearily reached over towards his nightstand and turned on the lamp so he could read the time. 3:48 A.M. Feeling as he wouldn't get anymore sleep, Peter sat up and stretched and then removed the covers from his body and swung his feet over the bed. As his feet touched the cold hardwood floor, he let out a small grunt of displeasure as the cold seemed to run throughout his whole body. The teenager then made his way to his closet and opened the door. He knelt down and began moving the miscellaneous objects out of the way on closet floor. Once everything had been moved, Peter then reached further into the back of the closet revealing a couple of loose floorboards in the back. He lifted the said floorboards which revealed two large duffle bags underneath, and then reached into the space and retrieved the smaller of the two. With the bag in hand, he walked over to his desk and began to quietly remove the contents from within. He gently placed a test tube rack onto the desk along with his other equipment, and then with a sigh, he sat down at his desk and gave a hard look at the equipment in front of him.
After the initial week of getting his abilities, Peter had developed a synthetic web solution to be used to swing around the arena during matches. He hadn't been able to use it yet though, as he had no device to launch his web solution with. It was completely unnecessary, without a doubt. But the fifteen year old felt that the crowd would go crazy if he could swing on webs, like an actual spider. And the more Peter thought about it, the better it sounded. He got to show off his amazing abilities, how ingenious his inventions were, and he was paid for it. "I need something that can fit on my wrist, and not be too bulky." The teenager said to himself. He then looked over to a watch that rested on his bedside dresser, reaching over and grabbing it. The watch had been a gift for Peter's 15th birthday. His Uncle Ben got it for him, and the thought drew a small smile on the boys face as he played with the watch in his hands. He then gently placed the watch on its front so that its back was showing, revealing four tiny screws on its back holding it together. Reaching into his equipment bag, he began to fish through its contents until he found a small enough screwdriver. 'Should I really do this to Uncle Ben's watch?' Peter thought as he stared down at the timepiece. "... It was a gift." he said aloud, "It.. It was a gift and that means it's mine to use, however I want." With justification found, Peter went to work on his web-slinging device.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Peter Parker ignored the smug voice and continued to grab his books from his locker. He was a hour late to school, class had started already. But still, Flash Thompson still had the time to come and bother him. "Peter Parker, biggest egghead in the school, late for the first time in his life." Said egghead turned around to greet him to see that the bully was flanked by three of his goons, Jason, Seymour, and Brian. The only real intimidating one was Flash, as he was taller than Peter and had a much more apparent muscular physique. The other three were around the same height as Peter, around 5'9, and were gangly looking. "C'mon, don't you fellas have a class to be failing?" Parker said as he adjusted his bag to a more comfortable position on his shoulder. There was a buzzing sensation that rung in Peter's head as he let Thompson shove him against the lockers, "How about you watch your fucking mouth when you're talking to me." the taller boy said as he leaned into Peter's face, "You've been getting bold. Really, really bold. And I don't appreciate it." Flash continued angrily. "Been tryna make me out as a fool, talking to my damn girl... " he paused, "You think that 'cause you stopped wearing your dorky spectacles, that makes you tough?" Peter, still being held against the locker could tell that Flash was about to start ranting, and sighed rather loudly. "What, we not keeping you entertained, Parker?" Jason, a boy to the right of Flash asked. "He don't think you're gonna do nothin, Flash!" Seymour added in, further egging the bully on. Brian, the only one who hadn't said anything, silently stood by.
The dirt haired boy knew that Peter was about to get his lights knocked out, but even though the boy was getting harassed it seemed as if he didn't care. And not only did Peter not care, Brian could swear that the boy's mouth was just centimeter away from a condescending smirk. All in all it made Brian feel uneasy, and he decided to voice his concern, "Hey, uh Flash we better wrap this up and get back to class, right?" Flash didn't even turn to respond to him, "Tch, you can go on, i'm gonna break this fucker's nose." And with that declaration, he raised his fist to strike the boy he was holding against the locker. Just as he was about to bring his fist down against Peter's face, he paused when he noticed that Peter had placed a firm hand on the forearm currently used to pin him against the locker. Flash gave him a confused look, and just before Peter could snap his arm like a twig, a stern new voice rang out in the hallway, "Boys, in the classroom. Now." It was the teacher whose class the boys were skipping.