"Peter! Get up hunny, you're gonna be late!" Aunt May called for Peter from behind the door.
"Oh, crap!" Peter said as he quickly got up, proceeding with his usual routine. After changing, brushing his teeth, and eating breakfast, Peter ran out of the door to catch up to the bus, which was now beginning to leave. "WAIT!" Peter shouted, but it was too late, the bus was already past his house. "Dammit." and with that, Peter was left with one option, walking.
After school, Peter didn't really have much to do. The Daily Bugle building was still being rebuilt, so he couldn't go back for an interview. And he had already finished homework in the library. So he just walked home to take a nap.
After arriving at home, Peter greeted Aunt May before walking upstairs into his room. And just a few seconds after laying down on his bed, he fell asleep. Peter woke up about an hour later due to his Spider Sense going off.
"Ah. What the?" he said getting up. "That's weird, I thought my Spider Sense only goes off when-" but he was interrupted. Peter jumped backwards, a bullet flying past him. "HOLY CRAP!" Peter landed back on his feet, walking over to the window to see what the hell was going on. He peeked out the window, spotting three men outside. One of them was wearing a red Adidas jacket, and red Adidas sweatpants, a stereotypical black thug mask over his head. The other two were wearing the same, though their jacket and sweatpants were green. They were surrounding an old man with a satchel, who was Peter opened his closet, pulling through hanging close and revealing a red costume, with some blue parts, and a black web design on it.
"I'm only gonna give you one more chance, bub! Give me all da money in dat man-purse!" the red thug demanded.
"P-please! Please don't hurt me!"
"Give me ya money and I won't!"
"A-alright! Take i- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" the man yelled, pointing at a red figure behind. The thugs turned around, facing a costumed Peter.
"Isn't it a bit too early to be dressed as elves? There are another few months 'til Christmas." Peter joked before jumping down and uppercutting the red one.
"Aw, hell!" the thug said as he landed on the ground. "Get him!" and with that order, the green thugs raised their guns and fired. Peter dodged the bullets, jump kicking one backwards. The thug crashed into the wall and fell over, knocking him out. The red thug threw a punch at Peter, who blocked it. The green thug aimed his gun. Peter grabbed it, tearing it out of his hand and throwing it at the wall, breaking it. The green thug tried to punch Peter, but Peter grabbed his fist and picked him up, throwing him into the red thug, knocking them both out.
"Woo. Damn I'm good." Peter complimented himself. He looked at the old man, who was noticibly terrified of him. "Hey, you oka-"
"Get away from me!" the man howled, Peter stepping back.
"Um, I just saved you."
"Don't hurt me!" The man finished as he got up and ran.
"What was that guy's problem?" Peter crawled back up the wall, climbing through his window and back flipping into his room. Peter lay back down on his bed. "I wonder what happened to that octopus guy?"
"What the hell did you do!?" Otto demanded the head scientist of his newest project, Phineas Mason. "I asked you to do a simple project, and you failed!?"
"S-sorry sir, but... we can't do it. Every attempt at creating sentient arms has failed miserably." Phineas replied.
"Oh forget it! I'll just have to do it myself!"
"But, sir. It's simply impossibl-"
"Simply impossible my ass! Apparently you aren't as much of a 'scientist' as I thought!" and with that Otto stormed off, leaving Phineas alone in the lab.
"Be careful who you underestimate, Otto..." Phineas whispered to himself as he clicks on a file, opening a photo of what looks like a metal tail, "They may just come back to take you out..."