This set in the Superior Spider-Man continuity.
The sun rose, red and angry.
Why did he do it?
The young man looked up at the ceiling.
Why did he leave me alive?
He knew why
Why like this?
But not why.
Peter sat down at the table of his apartment despondently. Cereal would be good here. He stood up and got it. He sat down and ate it. The sun slashed his eyes through the blinds, red and angry. Still.
The cereal helped his mood a little. The sugar made him optimistic, made his glass one eighths full rather than seven eighths empty. Tink! Peter stared confused at the spoon on the floor and sighed. So used to the strength, so used to compensating and being delicate. He'd have to forget that.
Picking up the spoon he finished his meal.
Leaving the house, Peter couldn't believe what he was doing. Couldn't believe he was going along with this… farce. But he didn't have any idea what he was doing. Looking up he saw a figure swinging between the towers. Spider-man. But not him.
No. Peter Parker or rather Peter Ibidem was going to school… to high school. Again.
"Why are you doing this?"
Peter Parker's face smiled at him, "You should know. You were in my head. Why have I done anything that I have done?" Bitterness washed away the smile leaving behind and feral snarl, "To prove that I am the better Spider-Man!"
"You could have… killed me."
Peter Parker's—no, Otto's head nodded, " I considered it. Unlike, you I will not flinch from death when it is necessary. Like Massacre. But than I wouldn't have been a very good Spider-Man if I killed you now would I? You aren't Massacre. You are my rival but you are not evil. You were nearly my match but alas time has shown and will continue to show place as the Superior Spider-Man."
This made sense with what Peter had seen during his habitation in Otto's mind. "What will you do with me now?"
"I tracked down one of the Jackel's old bases and found one of his clones of you. A simple matter of improving on his design and placing your consciousness in it. I did take the liberty of removing your spider-powers from the clone though. So to answer what question: What will I do with you? Nothing. You will watch as I become the greatest Spider-Man the world has ever known."
The clone was of high-school age so naturally the new Peter was in high school. Otto had set him up with everything he would need. An apartment, a new identity. Everything but the things that truly mattered to Peter. Friends, family. The man could be cruel even in mercy. Evil in his goodness.
The sun was orange with hate.
As he walked the streets, he thought. Otto's plan was apparent. What was Peter's plan? He didn't know. He needed bearings.
Milton Summers High School. Not his old school but it looked cut of the same mold. More modern around the edges but a decade hadn't changed much about these sort of places. Too many kids and too few teachers. He walked its halls occasioning little comment. He looked perfectly normal. Even if he was new, most kids wouldn't notice. School was too large for that kind of circumspection.
The head office pointed his way to his homeroom quickly enough. They seemed professional enough. Good people.
The homeroom as close to quiet as the school could get, most of the ambient noise filtering in from the hallway. A pair of girls chatted in the corner. One African-American, black hail shoulder length, the other Hispanic ponytail, athletic, familiar. Conversation was dull to listen but probably interesting if you knew the people mentioned. The other students were the refugee types. Each alone with their own happiness. One dozed. Another read. One tapped away at her phone.
Peter stood awkwardly against a wall and occasioned comment by the two gossiping girls. He wished he could have sat, but didn't want to risk assigned seats making a fool of him.
"Who's he?"
"Don't know"
They discussed it briefly but eventually got bored with speculation and moved on to more heady subjects. Boys probably. Or cheese. Or the physics of dying paint. He could list off innumerable subjects more interesting than "boy who leans on wall."
The bell rang and the noise washed in from the hallway. Teens took seats and a middle-aged women went to the front of the class. She saw me and gestured me towards the front of the room. "Peter, right?"
He smiled, a friendly face worked wonders on his mood. Maybe he could turn this new life around, work it into a windfall. The teacher introduced him under his new identity and pointed him to a seat. The rest of home room was mostly announcements and similar fair.
He let most of the other students file out before getting up, not wanting to be jostled in the rush. He felt frail in this new body. As he left, he noticed the two girls-who-talked were also leaving and approached them, "either of you know where room 135 is?"
Pony-tail smiled and nodded, "Peter, right? Its down the hall I'll show you."
They walked, Peter talked, "You have class here?"
"No… I have english this period, yours is science."
Silence lingered a moment, the girl seemed to be thinking and Peter wondered if she also was at a loss for something to say, "I know they called your name during roll but I missed it."
"Aña Corazon. I'm sorry I should have introduced myself."
The more he talked to her to more something nagged in the front of his brain about her.