A/N: This is gonna be a longer story, mostly centering around Peter Parker. Give me your honest opinions and feedback.
The clock ticked down the minutes until school ended. Peter eagerly waited for the bell to ring. Peter tapped his pencil impatiently. After a few more minutes of listening to his teacher talk about hyperboles. The bell finally gave a high pitched ring. Peter was out the door, sliding down the handrail of the front steps. He walked a few blocks before slowing.
He turned off the main street and into an alley sandwiched between two apartment buildings. He set his backpack on the ground and pulled out the red and blue suit kept in it. He slipped it on, pulling his mask over his face.
He cracked his fingers and neck eagerly, readying his body for another strenuous day as Spider-Man. He climbed up the wall of one of the buildings, to the roof, and looked out at the city, wondering which direction to go first.
Patrol went by pretty fast, nothing particularly interesting happened until the sun disappeared and the day became night, Peter was perched on a rooftop, waiting for someone to need help, some cops cars to race past, a scream, something. After about 40 minutes of nothing, he got what he was waiting for. A loud, desperate, scream erupted from a side street, a block or two away. Peter swung into action, he landed on top of a cafe.
He saw a group of three large men brandishing knives, the knives were pointed at a young blonde woman in a waitress uniform, she was crying and backed against a wall. She lunged her arms at the man closest to her, who seemed to be the leader, swinging and scratching at him, she tried to defend herself. He was much larger, though. And he slammed her up against the wall.
"You little bitch!" He growled viciously. He was about to cut her, when the blade was snatched out of his hands and clattered to the cement. He turned around to find his two friends pinned against the wall with web, struggling to move. Horrified, he turned further around.
Spider-Man was leaning against a brick wall, his arms were crossed, he hummed as he stepped forward from the wall. The bearded man, scared, jumped towards the teenager. Spidey easily stepped out of the way and the man was sent tumbling to the ground. The man gathered himself and stood up. Spider-Man walked forward towards the guy, who threw a weak punch.
"That wasn't very nice, now apologize to the lady." Spideys hand were clamped tight around the mans shoulders. He squeezed the man, turning him towards the woman.
"M' sorry." He looked shamefully to the ground.
"I meant me, I'm very sensitive." Spidey joked, putting his hand on his chest in a sincere manner.
"Just kidding, get outta here." Spidey patted his back and let the man loose, who scampered away, running only a couple yards before a web suddenly wrapped itself tightly around his feet, dragging him back and up the wall.
The man screamed as he realized he was dangling thirty feet off the ground. The woman fled and Spidey swung off to help the next person.
Later, Peter was sitting back on a roof, eating a hot dog. His eyes were focused on one thing, The Avengers Tower. The huge, neon blue "A" was shining brightly above the city. Most of the inside floors were dark, Peter wondered what the Avengers were doing, if they were asleep in there, or if they were somewhere else entirely.
A lot of people on the news has been calling him a "Hero", but no... he thought. Those were the real heroes. He just stopped a few muggers and carjackers.
As he finished his hot dog, he noticed the time was 2 am, he almost choked on the last bite. He jumped off the ledge, his webbing catching a building. He whipped through the air. The breeze biting his face. He swung past the alleyway where his backpack was. He swung down and grabbed it.
He arrived at his apartment building, crawling up the side of the wall, he quietly hoped Aunt May was asleep and not waiting up for him. He unlatched his old window, sliding it down, he crawled onto his ceiling. He then breathed a sigh of relief, dropping down onto the ground. He stealthily closed the door and unzipped the suit. He climbed into bed, exhausted. The worst of his wounds, a bruise on his brow-bone, would be healed by morning.
MY Ao3 is Fandyland as well, This story is also posted there, with some needed changes/enhancements to the proofreading/structure. Thank you. I'm still going to be posting on here, but I usually catch the mistakes after I post on ao3 and I'm too lazy to come back, upload the fixed chapter, and change it. plus I et 5x the amout of hits over there. Love you all. :)
