Great Power Part 1
Thursday, May 22nd, 2014 - 6:34 a.m.
Sunlight began to pour through the shades of a small, dimly lit bedroom, located on the second floor of a quaint house in Queens, New York. The sunlight crept along the carpeted floor of the room and up the occupants' bed sheets before finally hitting their eyes, emitting a warm, red glow that was strong enough to wake the sleepy boy up peacefully. He yawned, stretched, and turned to see what time his alarm clock said it—
WA! WA! WA! WA! WA!
Peter Parker groaned in annoyance.
6:35. Impeccable timing, sun.
After slapping the alarm clock a few times to turn it off and taking his sweet, sweet time to actually get out of his bed, Peter sauntered over to his mirror and stared at his face, particularly his left eye. Underneath was a darkened semicircle: a small gift from Flash Thompson, Midtown High's resident numbskull. Peter gently touched the darkened spot and winced when it hurt.
Not exactly sure what else I expected.
Suddenly, his cell phone started buzzing on his nightstand, and he grabbed his phone to see who was calling him. The Caller ID read 'Harry Osborn'. He hit the green 'answer' button and, without enthusiasm, said, "Hiya, Harry."
"Hiya, Pete." Harry responded in a mocking tone. "What's up your ass? I thought you'd be jumping off the walls today."
"What? What are you—?"
"Pete, don't tell me that YOU, of all people, forgot about the Oscorp field trip."
Oh man... oh MAN! That's today?!
In a newfound panic, Peter glanced around his room, looking for anything he could possibly wear. "I'm not gonna lie, Harry, I completely forgot." He heard his best friend laugh on the other end of the line.
"You and that big brain of yours sure do suck at remembering things."
"Oh, hardy har." Peter retorted. "Any idea what we're gonna see there today?"
"Just because your best friend is the CEO's son doesn't mean that you're gonna get an inside scoop. Just be patient. Spoilers are no fun anyway."
"Yeah, true, I guess. Anyway, I'll see you in a bit, Harry. I have to get ready!"
"Alright. See ya, Pete."
Peter hung up and ran to grab a pair of pants from the dresser. As he began to pull them on, his foot became caught, and he took a hard fall onto the bedroom floor. As this occurred, his Aunt May walked by his room with a concerned look on her face.
"Geez, Peter! Slow down! I know you're excited but-"
"Sorry, May," Peter interrupted. "it won't happen again." He smiled at his aunt before once again attempting to put on his pants, and once again falling hard.
Peter went downsatirs few minutes later to eat breakfast. He saw his Uncle Ben sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a black coffee and solving—or at least attempting to solve—a Sudoku puzzle. Over his uncle's shoulder, Peter studied the Sudoku before pointing to three spots and confidently stating, "Uh, Uncle Ben, the nine goes there, the six goes there, and the—."
"You're getting smarter everyday, Pete, and I know that, but could you, for once, let me finish one by myself?" Ben Parker said with a chuckle. "You're ruining my fun, kiddo."
"Oh Ben, don't tease him." May interjected.
"I'm not!" Ben said with a smile. "Our boy is turning into a great man... a great man that ruins puzzles for older, greater men!"
Peter both laughed and blushed at that statement. He loved his aunt and uncle but they proved to be clowns sometimes. "Thanks, you two." Peter said, still blushing. He glanced at his watch and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Oh crap, I have to go!" He took one more bite of his toast and kissed his aunt and uncle. "Love you guys. See you later!"
Ben and May Parker watched as their nephew grabbed his stuff and walked out the door. May sighed. "Teenagers, huh?"
"Yeah." Ben said with a chuckle. Soon enough he went back to solving his Sudoku puzzle, this time by himself.
Peter stepped off of the school bus and into the courtyard of Midtown High School. It was your average, stereotypical high school, full of jocks, drama kids, hot girls, less hot girls, nerds, and every other clique you could think of. However, Peter was only looking for one girl, but he couldn't spot her. While looking around, Peter didn't even notice Flash Thompson standing right in front of him. He bumped into Flash, and the bully immediately flipped out.
"What's your deal, Parker?!"
"Sorry, Flash. I didn't mean to." Peter replied, his voice weaker than usual.
Please don't hit the other eye.
Flash picked Peter up off of the ground by his collar. "Say you're sorry again, Parker."
Peter sighed. "I'm sorr—"
WHAM!
"Lil' biiitch." Flash taunted before he dropped Peter on the ground. He now had a second black eye and was laying on his back, looking at the sky.
"Great start to the day, Pete. Just... great."
He tried to sit up, but it was too painful, so he just laid back again. Eventually the sunlight was covered by a shadow, and he opened his eyes.
There she was. The most beautiful girl Peter Parker knew, with her straight red hair and gorgeous green eyes and that soft smile. Mary Jane Watson.
"God, she's an angel."
"I appreciate that, Tiger." she said with a chuckle. "Flash get you again?"
"Uh, yeah."
Mary Jane rolled her eyes and sighed. "He's just gonna keep doing this to you until you stand up for yourself, Pete. You get that, right?"
Peter just laughed a nervous laugh. "Yep. I know. So, in other words, he's just gonna keep doing this to me." MJ frowned and Peter sighed before saying, "C'mon, let's get inside. They need to take roll call so we can leave for Oscorp."