Prologue
Superheroes were common in the world; all of them unique in abilities, appearances, and of course identities. Secret identities were part of what made many superheroes what they were, one of them being the supposed menace of New York, Spiderman. Now Spiderman had already revealed himself to some of his closer friends and of course SHIELD once he joined them, but that didn't exactly encourage him to showcase his identity to any others. Now as he dragged his way to his room, he pondered about the obliviousness of Doctor Octopus; really, all they had to do was compare his voice to his alter ego, it's not like he used anything to distort his voice anyways. By the time he reached his room he nearly collapsed on the floor. Patrol today had not left him with much injuries but he had stayed up till four A.M. this time and he could barely reach his bed before managing to plop onto the soft mattress face-down. With a soft sigh of relief, Spiderman, better known as Peter Parker, fell into a dreamless sleep.
