Yo, I decided to make chapter one longer. So have fun. It starts again after "I hope I didn't jinx myself" for those of you who've read it, there is a bold line of words serving as a line break.

Well enjoy.

I'm a mutant freak with no girlfriend, who just killed his father's best friend, and who lost the girl of his dreams to his best friend. Yeah no big deal. The one thing that might make all of that worth while… web slinging. Yeah I know you're probably thinking, who is this guy and what insane asylum did he escape from, the answer is simple, I'm you're friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

Yeah I know I should probably try to fix things with Harry, offer him my apologies or something, but what can I do as the web-head besides apologize? It's not like my mutant powers include bringing back the dead. Besides, I don't think Harry wants to talk to Spider-Man right now. I'll have to get him on the flip side as Peter Parker.

Wow guilt really crushes you when you realize for the eighty-eighth time you've killed your best friend's father. Only one way to fix that.

A twenty story drop of a high building of course! Then catching you're self away from a moments of death. Hello adrenaline!

Ah well, it only fixes it for a minute.

And then there's the Gwen situation. Not to ecstatic about that one either. But what was Gwen supposed to say to Harry. I know your father just died but I want to date your best friend so let's just be friends.

Gwen is the only one keeping Harry of the green again.

So selfless Pete sucking it up for his friend. Makes me feel all that much worse about killing his father. How does someone get over something like that? Therapy? Ha ha… that would go over so well, I can see it now.

"Excuse me, this is Spider-Man I'd like to set up a therapy session." I'd probably get the cops called on me. Plus it's not like I can use Peter Parker's cell. Hmmm… maybe its time the web head gets his own number.

Yeah life stinks, but its life, and as long as the smell isn't coming from a ton of garbage I think I'll be good on that. Which reminds me I have to see Liz tomorrow, she isn't going to be happy with me.

Well if I'm lucky she'll probably just ignore me or call me loser. Liz is a great girl and all… but I love Gwen. Let's hope it wasn't just raging hormones that caused me to want Gwen and break up with Liz.

Ugh! Why am I even thinking that! Well… Liz is great with me, she doesn't get impatient, well she might but I'm horrible at picking up on things like that. Lets see, she is a cheerleader, and popular, so if I was shallow I would look to up my street cred. I like to stay out of the lime light anyway, Spidey gets enough of that. Liz… she's beautiful, smart when she applies herself, pretty nice for a popular anyway. But Gwen… I don't know. She doesn't have all the qualifications or perks so to say that Liz does.

But she is smart, funny, beautiful, cares for Peter deeply. She looks out for Pete…

I need to stop thinking about this, its going to have me crawling the walls. Too late…

Well nothing a dive off the empire state building shouldn't be able to fix. Just take a left there, and a somersault here and swing on over to the empire state building.

Hey check it out I'm King Kong.

The ape not Kenny…

Ok web head, to infinity and beyond. Or something like that. Seeing the ground rush up to meet you makes you wonder, think if this time you'll die. Of course don't try this at home kiddies, or off the empire state building, or just any high place unless you have super spider powers or can fly or some other nonsense. Me, I fall under the super spider powers. Or something like that. They're actually aren't that many of us in that category if you can believe that.

I mean who's going to fight the civil rights war for us… uh… arachno-americans right? Is that even a word?

I'll look it up later, right now the skies over New York are clear and free of danger, at least the crime kind. There is always the wonderful city air you know. Great for your health I'm sure. But as long as no super freaks are out tonight I'm going home to aunt may, it's nearly curfew anyway.

I hope I just didn't jinx myself.

(I love tacos)

Dr. Miles Warren shuffled through the lab swirling a vial of liquid around. He paused a minute then placed a drop onto a microscope slide and observed it, then he nodded and wrote down on a pad

"Seems to have great effect in enhanceing triats already." Dr. Warren said going over to a larger beaker of the same stuff. Then he nodded and took a pipet of the stuff and dropped a drop onto a petri dish along with another drop of another substance.

"Miraculous!" Dr. Warren proclaimed. Then smiled at the results. He wrote down on a legal pad then nodded.

"It seems you've succeded." A voice said from a cell phone on the table.

"It seems I have. I'll send the serum to you tomorrow. After the interns leave anyway." Dr. Warren informed.

"Can't have Parker or Stacy knowing what we're planning." Dr. Warren said. The voice chuckled.

"No, expecially with Parker's relationship to that wall crawler. I'll be expecting it soon." The voice said. Dr. Warren smiled.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Well, I don't think I did to bad myself. Well for trying to emulate the mental rant of a super hero worried about other things. Since this is just a mental rant at the moment I have to ask a question of you who be reading this.

QUESTION:

Should I go ahead and do it in first person, I mean that would be easier with putting his comments in there and stuff but I'm not sure how ya'll would like it.

Ha ha, I said ya'll. I'll have fun with that.

Anyway, moving on.

I can do it in third just as easily (well not as easily but it is possible) but what would be more pleasing for you readers out there cuz I don't want to misrepresent everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

I'm mean its not like I'm going to place myself in the story basically I write first person like I would third but just replace all the he, his, etc. with me, mine, and what not. Whatever you want to call that.

Anyway. Enjoy the chapter and if you read this far, props to you.