Authors note:

Before I start this story properly, I'd like to clarify a few things. This story will be based off of events from a mixture of different movies of spiderman but mainly, in particular, the events of Amazing Spiderman and it's sequel. This is due to the fact that I will be using the tragedies of these two movies to manipulate events of the prologue of which I wrote on a whim. However, I have tampered with the events and their timelines in order to better fit the destination I have in mind. Sorry if this puts anyone off!

Timeline:

August 10th 2000 - Peter Parker is born.

November 23rd 2004 - Mary and Richard Parker leave Peter with his Aunt and Uncle.

November 23rd 2004 - Mary and Richard Parker are killed in a plane crash.

September 16th 2015 - Peter is bitten by Oscorp spider.

September 20th 2015 - Uncle Ben dies.

December 3rd 2015 - Officer George Stacy is killed by Doctor Connors as the Lizard.

November 8th 2016 - Gwen Stacy is killed after confrontation with Harry Osborn as the Green Goblin.

November 8th 2016 -Spiderman disappears.

January 2017 - Events of The Avengers. Peter's Aunt May and Peter are away out of state when New York is destroyed.

April 29th 2017 - Spiderman returns and defeats Rhino.

August 20th 2017 - Chapter 1.

April 2018 - Prologue.


Chapter 1

~ 8 months earlier ~

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

The high-pitched screeches were abruptly silenced when the precise, quick movement of a well-practised hand flew through the air. The limb, belonging to a drowsy lump on the bed, retreated back into its safe haven beneath the heavy layer of blanket that enshrouded it once victory had been achieved. With a sigh of content the lump settled back in and soon soft snores filled the now peaceful room.

"-er. Peter!" Startled the lump's eyes flew open as, with a sharp bang, a beautiful middle aged woman burst through the bedroom door. The lump, now identified as Peter, yawned widely and blinked up at the woman, making no move to get up, as she stood above him with fists on her hips berating the drowsy teenager. "Get up! You're going to be late!" And with barely a chance to protest the woman ripped off the blankets and opened the curtains allowing light to flood in.

"A'ight, 'm up, 'm up." He groaned pathetically, covering his eyes which had almost been blinded by the intensity of the sun peeking through his window. Yawning, he sat up and stretched his arms above his head, effectively cracking his back and waking the teen up marginally. Somewhat functioning and a lot more aware, Peter swung his legs around and settled his bare feet on the carpeted floor. Stifling yet another yawn in the fist of his hand he blearily shook his head and looked up at the beautiful woman grinning down at the teen.

"Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead." The figure chirped happily with a Cheshire grin successful at getting the teen out of bed.

"Hm, morning, Aunt May." Peter mumbled drowsily in return. The figure – now identified as May – stifled the urge to laugh at the bedhead her beloved nephew wore.

"C'mon sleepy, get moving. Can't have you being late for school." She trilled. "It's only the first day back and, yet, already, I have to drag your lazy behind out of bed." Chiding her nephew, she mock glared at him, the twitching of her lips and the twinkle in her eye belying her amusement of the situation. "Move it Mister!" With these parting words and a quick twist on her heel she sauntered out of the room shutting the door behind her.

Groaning, Peter flumped backwards on his bed. Looking at his bedside alarm clock that sat innocently on his nightstand, he sullenly glared at the blaring red digits displayed on the screen. 6.58am. Sighing, Peter couldn't help but sulkily stare at the roof. It felt like only seconds ago he had lay his head down only to be awoken quite abruptly by the intimidating aura that was his Aunt. Stifling, yet another, yawn, he let himself be lost in thoughts.

Being a teenager was hard what with having to balance school, his social life and homework but being a teenage vigilante was even more so. In a city that never seems to respect the concept of sleep, it was becoming quite common for Peter to miss out on his rest. With his sleep schedule a wreck, he would often be caught catching up on his sleep napping in classes at school or by having a quick shut-eye whilst the crime rate was low throughout the day on a nearby rooftop. Recently though, it seemed as if the whole city had gone mad with the sudden spike in crimes and violence. Just last night Spiderman had singlehandedly prevented 3 robberies, 2 knife incidents, an influx of gang related crimes and rescued 14 from a fire that had set an apartment block building up in flames. And that was just a warm-up. Sometimes he wished he could take a break but memories of Gwen, in particular her gruesome death, would send a pickaxe straight to his heart and flood his veins with ice reminding him not to be so selfish. The people needed him and he would not disappoint them like he did her.

Shaking his head, Peter was brought of his reverie. Dragging himself up to his feet, he let himself get lost in the motions of getting ready for the day ahead.


With a whoop of exhilaration and a thwip of a web, the costume-clad vigilante swung through the air. Flying through the sky in an unheard melody that only he could hear, the enrapturing sight of pure joy in its most truest form catching the breath of any observers. The wind seemingly embracing the teen in a joyful semblance of a hug playfully throwing and catching him as he swung through the air, Spiderman couldn't be more at ease. It was times like these that he truly felt free; like a bird trapped within its cage he could not find peace unless he was in the air flying, or well in his case flinging himself from building to building only to be caught by the wind as she lovingly caressed and embraced her playful companion like a lover would do.

A sharp, trilling scream of pure, unadulterated fear rang through the air interrupting the call of the wind. Halting for but a brief moment, Spiderman threw himself towards the sound. Arriving on the scene to discover a young woman in her late 20s being harassed by a group of thugs surrounding her, he called out to them. "Hey, why dontcha' pick on someone your own size!" Startled, the thugs flew around waving knives towards the voice. Successful at diverting their attention away from their would-be victim, Spiderman grinned. "4 against 1? That isn't very fair."

"I-I-It's Spiderman!" Stuttered one of the thugs. Thug 1, he dubbed.

"Who cares? I'll squash that bug if he dares to mess with us!" Thug 2 snarled. Lunging forward, he stabbed the knife towards the voice only to hit nothing.

"Missed me!" Whirling around Thug 2 slashed at Spiderman only to have his hand webbed to the wall behind him, the knife clattering to the floor. He struggled in vain as he was webbed fully to the bricks of the alley wall, all the while cursing at Spiderman. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" The vigilante quipped as he webbed the man's mouth shut, silencing the stream of profanity. Turning back around, Spiderman flexed his muscles as he walked towards the remaining three. Seeing their so-called leader down and out of commission by Spiderman seemed to unfreeze Thug 3 and 4 out of their momentary state of paralysis. Yelling, the two charged at Spiderman.

Cracking his neck and stretching his back Spiderman leaped. With a duck and a sweep of a long lithe leg, Thug 3's legs were swiped out from beneath him, hitting the floor, only to land in a sprawled heap on his back, a pain-filled grunt escaping between chapped lips. Dodging the sharp point of the steel knife, Spiderman pivoted on his right foot and spun up behind Thug 4. With a sharp chop to the back of the neck, the thug dropped to the floor heavily like a sack of potatoes.

The sharp tingling in his head bringing his attention back to the last of the four thugs - the one who had identified him - he was met with a swinging fist. Leaning backwards, he flipped backwards onto his hands lifting his feet up to connect with the other man's chin. Dazed, the thug stumbled forward as he shakily tried to stay standing. Giving the man no time to recover, the masked vigilante tripped him. Landing beside the groaning heap of his fellow thugs, the man was quickly webbed to the floor of the alley. Quickly apprehending them and making sure they were securely caught by his web, Spiderman turned back to the petrified woman.

"Are you alright Miss?"

"T-t-thank y-you!" Bursting into hysterics the young woman sobbed with relief. "For s-saving me-e f-from them!"

"It was no problem, I'm glad you're save. You'd better get out of here and phone the police. Have 'em round up 'em." Pointing his finger to the downed thugs the woman quickly scuttled away. Shaking his head, Spiderman cast a web at a nearby lamp post and launched himself back into the air unaware of the flashing red light that suddenly went out in the corner of the alley after his departure.


Unknown Location

"Impressive, truly impressive. Let us see how he manages against a bigger foe." And with these words cackles pierced through the air. Surrounded by computer monitors and wires the hunched figure gleefully schemed.