WITH GREAT POWER, COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY. That's what Ben Franklin Parker said, while on his death bed on the filthy streets of New York. He didn't narrate, the quote was for someone he loved. Someone he cared about. His nephew, the boy who he raised to be a succesful person in life. His name was Peter Benjamin Parker, and his life changed forever...
~20 YEARS LATER~
"Alright... Let's do this one last time... My name is Peter Benjamin Parker, and for the last 20 years, I've been the one and only Spider-Man! I'm pretty sure you know the rest, you see, I've saved the city, fell in love, then I saved the city again, and again, and AGAIN! I got a job at the Bugle, did some photos, I was sadly fired from the Bugle (P.S Screw you, Jameson!), couldn't pay the bills, got evicted, moved in with my girlfriend, got married, I buried Aunt May, my wife and I...split up, then I moved into a crumby apartment, did some exercises, now I'm at my peak strength and...pretty much, that's my recap!"
A man says. He was sitting on a dirty bed, while looking at a picture of a woman with short brown hair and glasses.
"I miss you, Carlie..." says Peter Parker. He looked about 35. He had a stubble, obviously from the fact that he isn't taking good care of himself. His hair was messy, and his eyes were just simple, dark brown. Unlike his young self, he now is a bit chubby (Only the belly!), and very, very tired.
"All cops around Chinatown, a roberry is in progress on the 5th, I repeat, on the 5th!"
Peter lazily got out of bed, as multiple slices of pizza were scattered on the floor. He got to his closet, and took a red and blue spandex suit, with webs and a small spider on the chest. He put it on slowly, then put on his mask, who was also red with small, white tear drop shaped eyes. He grabbed a slice of pizza from the floor, probably a week old, and ate as he jumped out the window. He put his middle and ring finger on the bottom of his palm, as a white, web like sticky substance came out of his wrist. The webline quickly stuck to the wall, making Peter jump into the air a couple of blocks away.
"Good thing this fabric strecth- Oh God, I forgot my boot! I am not wearing a boot!"
The man facepalmed at the stupidity of himself, continuing to swing on his webs to the 5th.
As the criminals got a hold of the cash, they skedaddled away to their getaway car, but not until one was taken by a webline.
"Holy- it's Spider-Man!"
Peter just webswinged to the van, breaking the front glass and throwing out the driver, all that while he was rolling his eyes. He then webbed up all the others, letting the car fall into the river. He quickly attached a webbing to the car, not letting it sink. He zipped to a rooftop, sighing.
"This is getting more boring by the day..."
And with that, the Spider-Man leaves the scene, to not get shot at by the police.