It was odd, not having school. Peter had been granted time off, for as long as he felt was necessary. He'd protested, but they'd protested back.
So here he was, Spider-Man. The Amazing, Spectacular, Fantastic, Incredible Spider-Man. Waiting for something to happen, waiting for an excuse to do something. And then the excuse came.
Alarm bells pounded with a shrill through the air. He dived off the gargoyle he sat on, and began to web-swing towards the alarm, doing mid-air flips as the adrenaline rush swept through him. People looked up and pointed, taking out cameras and phones. From his office, J Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle, watched the red and blue blur with an agape mouth and a story to write. Meanwhile, down below, young Edward Brock raised his camera and began to take rapid shots of this new hero.
Peter landed down and began to run towards the ruckus. He found himself at an absolutely destroyed jewellery store, with flames and everything. A figure walked from the destruction, dressed in a green two-piece suit. Their head was an odd, white fog.
"Good afternoon!" they said, male voiced.
"I think you mist a spot!Get it? Cos...mist...missed...ugh."
"Ah, a comedian! Not a good one, mind."
"The name's Spider-Man. I'm guessing yours is Captain Eighties Fashion?"
"I am Mysterio, master of illusion!"
"Sheesh, that's worse!"
Mysterio sighed, then unexpectedly ran. Peter tried to pull him back with web, but his timing was off, and so he missed. He noticed the people crowding around him.
"Who are you?!"
"Friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, now gotta go!"
He flung himself after Mysterio as quickly and efficiently as possible. He could see the green blur round the corner, so began to run along the wall, scaling it as soon as he saw Mysterio run up the stairwell. They stood on the rooftop, ready to fight.
"Y'know, I don't like the helmet. You could get a goldfish bowl for practically free. Might keep the mist in."
"You really don't comprehend my power, web-head!"
"No, but I comprehend your total lack of a sense of fashion and humour-"
"We already went through this bit. Now, I'll get going."
He ran to the edge and zoomed off the side, and to Peter's amazement he walked in mid-air. He ran after him but Mysterio threw small square-shaped items at him. Cautiously he backed away, and did a clumsy backflip off the roof as soon as the squares began emitting smoke. He began to keep to the young shadows as he made his way home. Aunt May wasn't in tonight, meaning she wouldn't notice him gone.
He'd messed up. Big time.