I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT IS MINE
Hi, my name is Peter Benjamin Parker, but I guess I don't really have to tell you that. The important part you need to know is that I am Spider-Man. Yes, the one (and only) web slinging-crime fighting arachnid. Also known as the neighborhood hero.
See I'm sure you already know how this all came to be. The whole: got bit by a spider, because I was dumb enough to sneak into a lab. Yeah, wonderful judgement on my part. Now it's been about 3 months later, and I've had a blast becoming Spider-Man. (Literally and figuratively, getting guns shot at you doesn't sound as cool as it does in James Bond movies).
It's been also quite horrible juggling everything. And when I mean everything, I mean EVERYTHING. From school down to the new Stark internship my teacher wants me to apply for. It just seems like a bad idea to add another mess onto my plate, but this could be a really good opportunity. Well, that what Ant May says, and this would also give me an excuse to go on longer patrols. I would just say that I worked longer at stark industries, or something. I'll just have to weigh my options and see if this is really something worth handling. And I don't know how much I can handle.
"Peter, it's time to wake up!" I hear aunt may shout loudly. This probably wasn't the first time she's yelled for me. I hustle out of bed and through on the same clothes I had on yesterday. I hurriedly shove in my books for classes I haven't done the homework for and through my backpack on. I'm in no rush, my brain has just gone into maximum overdrive. I don't have time to look at my clock and I certainly won't have time to eat breakfast.
It's a shame because I'm a teenager, and my natural state is achieved only when eating or asleep. It's truly a shame that this always happens. If only time was really relative. If only Einstein could explain that to my teachers, because I don't know how many times I can pull that joke before it's dead. Just like all those Ugandan knuckles memes and Vine.
I skip stares going down and almost slip running into the kitchen. "Morning aunt may." I say hurriedly.
"Peter, slow yourself down, I'm sure if your a few minutes late for volunteering they won't fire you." She laughs to herself. I do a double take as I'm trying to get my shoes on with a price of toast in my mouth. "Volunteering?" I say with breakfast in my mouth. "Yes, I've signed you up for volunteering with Dr. Ludwig Rinehart." She says gesturing me to sit down. "I've told you this many times yesterday." Oh, yesterday, Friday. The day Mysterio decided to enter my alter ego's life.
And also I'm about to hit my head on the table. It's Saturday, and that equals no school, just volunteering with some psychiatrist at a mutant jail.
I thought I told May NOT to sign me up for that. If one of them figures out who I am, it would jeopardize my identity. If someone knows my identity, then they would hurt the people closest to me. I will just have to be very, VERY careful. And of course I am nothing but careful...right?
Author's note:
Hey guys, I'm super excited to start this story. I have a concrete plan for this fic and it also ties in with the new villain that will be showing up in the next Spider-Man movie. But for now this will be based off the comics (and my interpretation
of how I want the characters to be). Comment any good criticism and if you guys are enjoying this story (I'm having a fun time writing it)