With the greatest power comes great responsibility.
Super Girl
How can I explain this to you with out you thinking I am nuts. My father is wanted by the cops all the time even though he has never committed a crime. But the cops don't know who he is. Does this make any sense to you? Well, my father is Peter Parker, he is also Spiderman. Shocked? I was when I found out who he was. It was the strangest way I found out too. I was sixteen and in gym class I was suppose to shoot a basketball into a hoop.
Let's say that is not what was shot. I was taken to the nurse who fainted. Latter my father came up to my school and explain how it was a joke and it was merely silly string. Then I was taken home. Everything stuck to my hand. My mother freaked out and my father took my mother Mary Jane into the other room to talk about it. Meanwhile I was left in the living room alone feeling though I was a freak of nature. Sitting down waiting for your parents to decide what to do with you when your in trouble is one thing, it's another when there trying to hide something about you form rest of the world.
They came back out my mother fuming at my father and my dad ignoring my mothers rage. "To understand something I must tell you something May…" he muttered sitting across from me. "You somehow got some of my genes, the ones I hoped you wouldn't get." I looked at my father as though he was stoned. "I don't understand." I muttered softly. My mother sat down across from me next to my father. "Your father is Spiderman." my mother said. My eyes widen. "Okay it took you guys sixteen years to tell me this??" I yell standing up.
"May, there was more to it then you think!" yelled my father sternly. "When you were little things were different, we didn't want to put you into trouble. When I was eighteen and out of high school the people I loved were almost killed because they knew me. Your mother almost died as well. We just didn't want you to get hurt." I crossed my arms. "So what's wrong with me and why does white string keep coming out of my hand?" I asked.
My father shrugged a bit and grabbed a remote off the table between the sofa's separating us. I blinked a few times. "So, I guess you are Spiderman that explain why you get the photo's of him." I muttered. "So What am I suppose to do everyone at school will think I am a freak." I sadly said sitting back in the sofa. "I mean with webbing stuff in all…"
"Some one once told me, "With the greatest power comes great responsibility." he said sitting back. "You have some abilities that no normal girl your age has and with that you can't use them for harm, but for good. I learned that the hard way losing Ben, my uncle." I took a deep sigh. "Fine." I said walking off to the stairs to my room. I laid down starring up at the ceiling. 'Okay May, if your father is Spiderman that means you also have the cool abilities right?" I thought back to the living room scene where my father grabbed the remote with some webbing. I wondered what happened to the webbing he used in the streets to fly around on… I shock my head. Or what happened to his cloths? Did he change in a phone both? Nah that was so 1970's superheroes.
I decided to test out the other abilities. I didn't think at the time my parents would care since they were arguing down stairs about me. I opened the window and looked at the ramp leading down the apartment. I put my hood on and walked down, sneaking out of my house. At the street I saw no one so I decided to try to craw up the building like I saw Spiderman do on TV. I placed my hands on the brick on the building and jumped, only to fall to the ground. I grunted in pain as I hit the floor below me hard. I stood back up and tried again, but fell again.
"Awe man how does he do it?" I muttered trying it again to hit my arm hurting it. I grew inpatient and clinched my fist in rage only to have more wedding stick to my hands. "What the???" I was stunted every time I bent my hand in a certain position it shoot out webbing. I smirked evilly. "This could be fun." I said to myself as I raised my arm up to the roof of the apartment across from ours. Some webbing shot out… just like silly string. It didn't come back. I blinked a few times seeing it fly off . "Okay, gotta get the webbing to stay in my hand so I can swing like Tarzan!"
I tried a few time till I hit something the webbing stuck and I had it in one hand. Now to swing… That was the part which was hardest. Seeing a railing I climbed back up some stairs enough to give me some advantage on height to swing from. I did swing though… Into the wall of the building that the wedding was connected to. A bit dizzy I fell over and hit the ground with a thud. I rubbed my nose some. "At least I didn't have any broken bones." I tried it again this time I swung with my feet out so I could stop.
I finally got the hang of it near morning sunrise. I didn't realize I was out so long. I crawled into my window I snuck out of the night before. My room was the same no one entered… I hoped. I looked at the clock, 7:20. I had to go to school, I ran into my bathroom and brushed my air and teeth. I ran into my closet grabbing some cloths and ran out the door to be stopped by my father. "Do you want to go to school today?" He asked softly. I raised a brow. "I was just wondering since you were upsett from yester day in all." I shoock my head. "I'll be fine." I said running out the door.