Well, lets get it out there: I really, really wasn't a fan of all new, all different Marvel. With all the additions and new status quos they made, it felt like a jumbled mess of everything we'd didn't really ask for. Especially with the whole billionare Peter Parker they tried to go for.

Honestly, they made him a bat-man rippoff, especially with the upgraded spider-mobile. Spider-man is suppose to be resourceful, usually having to use what he's got to take baddies down, or just improvising. That doesn't really work when you give him access to ALMOST EVERYTHING! He's not suppose to be rich, sure it was actually a little satisfying to see him get a little leeway, especially after the whole superior Spider-Man incident, but it felt less like seeing Spider-Man, and more like seeing peter parker trying his best iron-man impersonation. And even with those extra gadgets and money, they made it seem like he was incapable of being an actual hero, I seriously felt like this wasn't the same Spider-Man who defeated morlun three times, became worthy of the unipower, and was able to defeat two phoenix powered X-Men, with an argument.

And of course, seeing as a lot of people shared the same opinion, they take it to the next extreme and make him dirt poor, living at his girlfriend's(personally, at this point, I'm glad they finally gave him one again, never thought it would be mocking bird, but I guess all the blonde's dig him) and make it so that the whole world hates his guts, even his closest friend's can't help but talk about how bad he blew it. I mean, i'm glad they're bringing him back to more familiar territoty, but did they have to make him fall that hard?

Now you might hate me for this, but I really, really don't like how they integrated Miles Morales into the Marvel universe. Believe me, I like his character fine, he's actually my third favorite spidey, but as his storyline continues, I feel, less invested than I did before. Honestly, when the first wave of all new, all different came up, I saw him everywhere, and his actual comic book didn't come out until a month after. They pretty much shoved him in a lot of other stories just so you can know that they're replacing peter parker as the 'friendly neighborhood' Spider-Man. And as for his actual comic, its pretty boring. They put him in the center of civil war 2 and the spider-gwen crossover story(which, to me, was really played up and ended up as a more confuising spider-verse story), and all his stories were was just him, talking to his friend's, telling them what happened. They're really slowed pace and don't show much action at all. He probably should've stayed his own Spidey, have him stayed in a separate continuity, in a separate universe like spider-Gwen or renew your vows(which has become my favorite Spidey story for obvious reasons. seriously writers, when you acknowledge that the universe is better off without the clone saga and one more day, then you know something's wrong with your editing department.)

So that's where this story comes in. I was disappointed when we didn't get to see Ultimate Spider-Man(1610, not the cartoon) in spider-verse, and even more so that we didn't see him again after he came back to life and ran off with MJ. That was pretty much the most irresponsible thing I've seen peter do in any media, and it really left a bad taste in my mouth. Sure, not to say that he didn't deserve to rest after everything the ultimate universe threw at him, but would you ever expect Spider-Man to actually stop being Spider-Man? 1610 Spider-man was one of the best Spidey's I've ever had the pleasure to read about, and his journey ended pre-maturely with his death. I hope to rectify that with my first Spider-Man fic.

Remember, there will be no rich peter parker, no 616 Spider-Man, and definitely, no miles morales. Any parings, I'm actually quite undecided, though I'm considering either Ms. Marvel(Kamala) or spider-gwen. Send me your thoughts through pm or the comment section below. And remember, this is my first spidey fic, so send constructive thoughts and criticism, any flames will be deleted and ignored entirely.

'not by choice, responsibility.'

Those were the first words that he heard once everything went black. Fitting, let the first thing he remembers be a reminder of his biggest mistake. He had tried so hard to make up for what happened that night, and then some. Deep down, he knew it was fruitless. Nothing would ever change. No amount of good could ever make up for what he'd done.

'the guy stands for something. who else do you know that just goes out their and helps people, with no agenda?"

The next line of words were a little more comforting. It was nice know that a few people like Johnny had a positive view on him even before they were friends. Of course when your another super hero with a secret identity, then you'd probably were more enlightened on people who were masks.

'don't try to be less. great things are going to happen in your life. Great things.'

Once again, the guilt and the angst set in. Hearing the last words of his uncle would never get any easier for him. For as inspiring those words have, the cost of learning their true meaning was all to great for him. These words have allowed him to do much good, but at the same time put him through more grief than he could ever imagine. Its probably what drove him to fight the Goblin and his crew until the very end, what gave him the strength to fight until his last breath. It was good to know that he was able to do some good

'when you grow up, you're going to be the best of all of us'

Maybe at one point these words would've meant something. Living in a world full of heroes, Peter understandably looked up to Captain America. He was basically the pinnacle of everything he ever wanted to be as a hero. Who wouldn't? He was strong, an American war hero, the living definition of patriotism. Of course, most of that admiration died when he actually met him. No offence to any fan boys and America, but Captain America was a jerk. He told him he would rise above everyone, and then left him when the bridge exploded. He didn't come back for him, or even check on him. Apparently the little 'civil war' the Ultimates were fighting was more important.

'now I see i'm watching the birth of someone really special.'

Once again, Peter didn't really see the value in these words. Fury was, complicated. Half the time he didn't know whether or not he was supportive of him, or against him. He basically told him that he was government property and would work for shield and the Ultimates once he turned 16. On one hand, he would work with the Ultimates, but on the other hand, he would be forced to give up his life entirely and essentially be a living weapon. It didn't help the fury himself commissioned an entire line of robots specifically made to kill him in case he turned 'rouge.' Peter was thankful for that period of time that Fury got lost between dimensions or something, because it meant Shield was off his back, for as little as it lasted at least.

'I couldn't even imagine that you would have grown up to be this, good of a person'

Hearing those words always soothed Peter's nerves. Every time Aunt May showed her contempt for Spider-Man, he always felt a little more guilty lying to her. He was a villain in her eyes, and Peter, in the back of his mind, would ponder whether or not her fears of him were justified. When she found out, she acted as he feared she would. He though she would hate him forever. Not only that, he would be living on his own from then on. What would he do? Stay at the X-mansion and live with his girlfriend( in hindsight, that probably would've kept the relationship going a little more, but who was he kidding? He would've jumped at any chance to get back with Mary-Jane again.)

But that. Aunt May saw all the good that he had done in the past year, and she saw him as he really was. He was Peter Parker, a boy, growing up and trying to do some good in the world in the name of his uncle. Aunt may was truly the mother he couldn't even ask to be better.

'what's so special about peter parker? Everything'

Now these words were unfamiliar, but the voice he could detect in an instant. Mary Jane. She was truly his best friend in the world. Having known each other for years, and lived by each other for even longer, Mary Jane was the only one he could ever really poor out his heart to. They kept nothing from each other, and they knew every side of each other(personality wise, mind you). Its why she was the first one he told his secret to. Their friendship grew to something even stronger as they continued to trust and help each other. She would always be his hero, standing by him whenever he tore his costume, whenever he faced a baddie that he though would for sure kill him, and she would be their as his pillar, his rock, his shoulder to cry on. He was her soulmate, and by far the best thing in his life, even more so than all the science and Spider-Man-ness that seem to follow him everywhere. Never in his life had he valued something so much, and never had he felt so loved by something so willing to stay by him until the end.

'you did good kid.'

That was what this was? Was this the end of his journey? Was Peter Parker done with all the hate, all the bias and scrutiny thrown his way? Is all the good he's managed to do in the past two years over? Had he finally thwipped his last web?

Was Spider-Man, no more?

Do you want to continue?

That was the question of the hour, or day, or however long he'd been here, its hard to keep time when your in the afterlife, of limbo, or wherever he was. But still, the ominous voice that currently spoke through his mind did raise some thoughts. He did good, he'd finally admit. Despite the bad, the good more than out-weighed it. He never needed the admiration of millions, he just wanted to protect those who couldn't. He had the power to help people in need, and he knew his he a responsibility to use his powers wisely. But he was dead, at least he thought he was. Didn't that mean the responsibility was over?

Do you want to continue?

Finally he could rest, finally, he wouldn't have to worry about missed appointments, or endangered loved one, or anything of the sort. Finally, no more guilt.

That was it, wasn't it? The guilt. His main motivation. He had plenty of other reasons to do it, and while they may be more prominent than his personal sins, that would always be the core reason for Spider-Man's existence. Guilt made realize how dumb he really was. Guilt is what made him see his mistake. Guilt was what made him Spider-Man. But did that really justify going out and fighting people? Was he even entitled to do it anymore?

Do you want to continue?

But, what about those he still needed help? He had the chance to go back, to be with Uncle Ben, to finally let go of all that pain. But how many would suffer the same fate because he didn't go back?

'Your father held on to a philosophy, and one that suited him well. He believed that, when you can do things in this world, things you can do better than anyone, he believed that, it wasn't just a good idea to do those things, it was your responsibility to do those things.'

That was it. That was what he needed to know. This wasn't just about him, this being, whoever it was that was asking it, they were asking if he wanted to continue, not his own life, but to continue helping people.. This choice, this wasn't even a choice at all. This was a matter of accepting responsibility.

Do you want to continue?

And finally, Peter was able to answer the question.

'yes.'

Peter woke up with a groan. Nothing felt right. His body felt like it had been weighed down by cement that only got heavier as he tried to shrug off the feeling. The grogginess he felt in his head didn't really help matters. His vison was all blurry, so nothing at all was clear.

'what happened?" He thought. He takes a deep breathe, bigger than normal, and finds it a little hard to breathe. He quickly reaches for his mouth to see what's causing the problem. He couldn't really feel his face, do to the some sory of material on his fingers. Now that he thought about it, it felt exactly the same as whatever is was on his face...

His vison finally clears. Bright red spandex clothed on his arms, his some hints of blue and a black pattern all over him. His costume. 'Oh yeah'. It was the last thing he wore so that shouldn't have been a surprise. Except it was, he was bleeding all over, his costume was in patches at best, and he had dropped his mask way before that fight with the sinister stooges, so why it was completely intact baffled him.

No, what baffled him was the fact that he had somehow came back to life after taking an explosion in the face after being electrocuted, crushed by sand, and shot in the side, so by all means he should be dead. Granted, this wasn't the first time he thought he'd die(the first time during Magneto's attack on the earth.), but he had literal crossed into death, and somehow came back from it.

He takes a long stare at his surroundings. Him, looks like New York, but somehow bigger and less destroyed the less time he saw it. "Hm', he thought. 'How long was I dead?' a year, two maybe. Maybe I should check around.' He decided. Leaping of the building, begins to form the familiar his familiar hand gesture. Sure enough, his web fluid began to sore in the air and attach itself to another building. 'yep, the shooters are still there. Probably should check next time before I jump off a building though.'

The feeling of swinging in the air, it felt amazing. Freeing, exhilarating, it's basically the closet thing he's ever done to flying, and especially after being dead for who knows how long, it felt incredible to do it again. "I am never going to stop doing this." He cracked. He was glad he was able to retain this, however, as he passed through the air, more and more things seem out of place. Building that weren't their were now occupying more and more space. There was less construction, less mess. He wondered, had it really been that long? He'd figured it would take at least a few years before the damage done by the Ultimatum wave would disappear. He shuddered at the thought, hoping it really hasn't been to long.

He couldn't really set his mind on where he wanted to go? Westchester? No, Kitty would probably sick wolverine on him from being so stupid. His house, probably worse. His Aunt would, after the inevitable crying fest, would end up lecturing him to death, if he could survive the inevitable freezer burn he'd suffer at the hands of both Johnny and Bobby.

And once again, Peter's mind was on Mary Jane, his confident. Of course the first thing Peter wanted to do was see her. He wanted to make sure that she was okay, that she could finally stop feeling sad. He needed to be with her, and absolutely nothing would...

Crash

Yeah, apparently his Spider sense was a little slow at the moment. He only felt the faint tingle once he felt the wall hit him flat in the face. 'Coming back to life: Side effects may include confusion, sluggishness of the powers, and the utter realization that your a moron'. He really needed to stop solely relying on that helpful but infuriating power.

He peeled his face off the billboard. "Okay, whoever felt the need to put their face here is going to..." He said, only to walk back a little in awe and shock.

It, it was him. Well not him, him, but another Peter Parker. He was older, not as old as the one that was programed to be his Dad, but older. He was smiling a bright smile in a lab coat, and he was wearing a Lab coat. Right next to his face, was a logo, PI.

"Parker Industries?" He said to himself. A company, in his family name? He always imagined going as big as Tony Stark, but to actually see it come through?

"Where the hell I'm I?"

Forgot to add this above, but I own nothing relating to Spider-Man or Marvel.

Next time, faces old and knew come around as Peter tries to find out what's going on.