Alright, the spectacular spider-man was my favourite spidey cartoon, and the fact that there was not season 3 is a crime. So I'm continuing it myself. What makes this different from other season 3's from only writers is that this season will stay true to the style of the show, not too much of that dark serious stuff, and we pick up from where the show left off pretty quickly. Reviews are appreciated, and at the beginning of each chapter, I'll answer so questions you have about me or the series. I'll continue this story as long as people want it.
The world is full of clichés and common misconceptions of many things. Like superheroes for one. The general view of a hero is with your awesome powers, you must be rich. You must have incredible good looks, a pretty girl or hot guy next to you, and the whole city loves and adores you. But they are wrong. The path of a hero is a lonely one, and some of them have to walk the path alone. It is filled with regret, sadness, and pain, all of which Peter Benjamin Parker was feeling during first period chemistry class.
Peter sat in the back of the class, as he had been doing for the past month now, ever since he and Liz Allen broke up. He grew isolated, not raising his hand like the good teacher's pet he was, or sitting with his best friends, Gwen and Harry. Being around them made Peter remember the pain he suffered when Gwen chose Harry over him, despite the promise she made to him, but it wasn't her fault. Harry's father just died, after all. Peter understood all that, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
Liz and Flash got back together, as expected and wanted by Sally Avril, Liz's best friend obsessed with being popular.. The popular crew were dating fellow popular members like they where suppose to, making everything back to normal in her opinion. They sat in the second last row , just ahead of Peter. Flash would often shoot spit wads at Peter's forehead, chucking with his best friend Kenny Kong, while Liz never looked back, not once, and Peter was glad. He couldn't bear to look at her face again. "She's too good for me" Peter often thought. "She needed my help, and I was never there. I was a terrible boyfriend."
Peter was constantly distracted by these things, not even paying attention to the class. Like it mattered. The teacher was too slow for Peter anyhow. The thought that everyone was enjoying their year enraged Peter. Peter stated in September that everything would change, but not for the worst. Not like this. All he had left... was Spider-man. Spider-Man was all that mattered. He was the one to save the day, to get all the glory. And frankly, Peter was done with being Peter for the day. It was time for spidey to start swinging.
Peter gathered his books, placed them in his bag, and got up to leave the room.
Teacher: Mr. Parker. Where do you think you're going?
Peter: Bathroom
Teacher: Return to your seat right now young man or...
Peter: Or you'll want... fail me?! I could teach this class!
Peter stormed out of the room, and slammed the door. Flash yelled "Oh snap!", causing most of the class to laugh, with the exception of Harry, who shrugged it off, Gwen, with a guilty look on her face, Liz, who tried to laugh with her friends, and Mary Jane, who was growing with worry and concern.
Peter finally felt free. As he leaped in the air, he stretched out his body, flipping in the air, before shooting a web from one of his custom made web shooters. Despite getting away from his problems, they still lingered inside of him, causing another side of Spider-Man to be swinging around in the city. "Give me something to hit. Please god, give me something to hit" he thought to himself. And it seemed God was listening. Spidey heard a scream for help. He looked down. Some gangster looking thug was pointing a gun and a hot dog vendor.
The thug named Charlie was with his girl, Holly, and his main man Bub. They made a huge mistake deciding to commit a crime with a ticked off hero lucking around.
Charlie: Don't try and be a hero man. Just empty the register,
Vendor: Pleas... Please. I have a family.
Charlie: Yeah, and they must be so proud you sell wienies on the street.
Bill: Ha ha... wienies
Spider-Man: You idiots!
The three thugs looked up, and their faces immediately became filled with fear. Spidey was coming down, fast. His foot found Charlie's face, knocking him to the ground. Holly screamed "Charlie!" rushing over to his side. Spidey proceeded to Bub's side, leaping forward with his fist, knocking out a few of Bub's teeth. Bub's head hit the pavement. Spider-Man yelled "A man tries to make an honest living, and you rob him?!" Spidey rushed to Charlie again, shoving Holy out of the way. Spidey lifts Charlie in the air, throwing him into the street.
CRASH! Charlie's head went through a car's wind shield. "Charlie!" Holly cried as she rushed to his side. She touched him and put her head on his chest. " He's, he's not breathing." The man behind the spider mask was shocked and disgusted with himself. He just stood there, watching Holly shake her boyfriend's body with tears running down her face.
Jane Foster, a nurse at the hospital was filling in some paper work, wishing for the day to end. She was at the front desk, typing on the desktop and typing the doctor's notes on a patient. She hears a "hmm hmm" sound from a man. Jane was tired and cranky. She didn't have time for any attitude from anyone. She looked up, prepared to yell at the man, only with open her mouth wide with shock.
She rose her feet to see Spider-Man, holding a man with a bloody face in his arms. Jane was having a little trouble processing this, and almost fainted when he spoke. As other nurse came forward and placed the man on a medical bed, he merely said "And call the cops. Tell them I want to talk" Then, he walked out of the hospital. No questions asked.
Captain Stacy hated Spider-Man at first. He first thought of Spider-Man as a glory seeking super powered freak. But later on, he considered Spider-Man a hero and friend. So when a woman called him and told him that spidey wanted to talk at the hospital, he was a little surprised and interested why the web slinger wanted to talk.
As he walked out of his car, he saw spidey on a wall at the front of the hospital with his hand down. He walked over. When spidey saw him, he hopped off and landed in front of Stacy.
Captain: Alright, the police are here. You wanted to talk?
Spidey: I'm giving myself up.
Captain: Excuse me?
Spidey: I hurt someone today, really bad.
Captain: The mugger? He'll live.
Spidey: You don't understand. I broke my values.
Captain: Charlie Baker. Was going to kill that vendor for borrowing $10.59 to purchase a box of beer. Vendor says you saved his life.
Spidey: I lost control, ok?! I was... pissed off at something else, and I let that...anger control me.
Captain: Look, this city... has been crime free for the past two months because of you.
Spidey: Well, you know, the... Oh my god. My fight with the goblin. Everyone thinks I'm a killer. That's why the crooks are scared.
Captain: Yes. But hey, the police force knows the truth. Even Jameson, though he will deny the fact I told him this in confidence.
Spidey: But...
Captain: Look kid. You've done so much for the city. How about you let the police handle the small stuff?
Spidey: Huh... alright.
Captain: And take a shower. You reek of hotdogs.
The captain turned around, and left without another word. Peter was a little relived. He didn't think Aunt May would be happy her only living relative was in prison. And there he realized, she wouldn't be happy with the way he blew off school. "I guess I'm getting another 10:00 curfew or something" Peter thought to himself as he began to swing home.
Mac Gargen was running. Not the police, like most escaped convicts, but from Tombstone and his men. Tombstone was a force not to rub off the wrong way. Tombstone only spent 30 seconds in prison to be released. Yes, he was under very close house arrest, but he still had his ways. Tombstone had his men and top scientist to create more super beings to kill Spider-man. And all the test subjects were failures. Except for Mac. Or at least he thought Mac was his name.
His memory had been erased. All he knew was blue man and his friends equal trouble. He had to get away. He had to think. He had to remember.