A/N: hey I'm back with another chapter. Honestly, I'm having too much fun to stop. Before you ask yes, it's a death of superman reference, I know it's obvious but I couldn't resist making it. Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 2
A funeral for a friend
"What the hell am I doing here?" Was the only thought constantly repeating in James Freeman's mind. For those unaware James is the accidental killer of Spider-Man, a fact he'd hoped would remain unknown… Until someone caught him!... But he got away with it. So, knowing it wouldn't be long before someone saw through his lies he ran, he could do anything hide anywhere in New York, hell he could've left New York entirely had he not left his car behind. So why on earth was he here! Why on earth was he at Spider-Man's funeral! I mean it's not like he knew the guy personally, he just-
"Come closer it's important, I can't die alone." Anyway, the funeral was filled with capes but there were a lot of ordinary people there as well whether friends or family or people he saved. The theme of the place was morose which is probably a given at funerals unless you really hate the guy and all the people were in black outfits even the capes still in costume. It was quite the scene, watching all of New York weep, seeing the huge statue they put up and knowing all of this is your fault.
A few minutes pass the eulogies begin. "Hello, I'm tony stark but quite a few people refer to me as Ironman, and I'm here to talk about my personal experiences with Peter. Now I've known Peter along time as he's been a frequent help to the avengers though he only joined recently, but that was cut short by-" He stopped suddenly James would say it's odd but the tear in Starks eye gives him the reason why. "Anyway, the point being even I didn't know him perfectly he was like a sun to me and while his life wasn't perfect whenever I saw him nine times out of ten he'd have a smile on his face. Because to Peter letting someone know he's upset was letting down everyone who believed in him, because if Spider-Man's in trouble who saves, he hated people going out of their way for him even though he'd do the same thing for them. So, if you asked me what was Peter's last act I'd say smiling because even in Death he wants you to know that he's just fine." He wasn't wrong he was smiling, just lying there smiling for no reason, no reason at all.
After that stark walked away from the podium wiping away tears. The next one up is a man with a rather large mustache. "Hello I'm J Jonah Jame- I can't do it Spider-Man is a menace but Peter-" the man flashes back to his well-liked photographer bringing photos of himself for years just to help pay for his aunt. He'd never shown any hatred towards him, God knows he gave him reasons. No matter what he says he hurts either his reputation or his principals. So, without another word he walks away tears streaming down his face.
Then comes a woman particularly ordinary looking. "My name is Elise Montel and though he probably didn't remember Spider-Man saved my life. I used to live in that apartment building on the corner of ninth and as you may know the place burned down last year, they said it was lucky that most people were at work during the ordeal. I wasn't, I didn't notice at first but the smell tipped me off. It was too late though my door was covered by burning wreckage. I'd given up I was prepared to die, so I laid down and everything went black. A while later I woke up in a hospital, the doctors said he carried me out, that he's the only reason I'm alive but the thing is he wouldn't remember. He did the same thing for everyone else in the building because to him saving lives was an everyday thing, he's touched so many lives but probably only knows the names of a few. So even though I'm not important to Spider-Man in the grand scheme of things, he was important to me and that will never change." And so, it continued hour after hour person after person telling their connection to Spider-Man large or small.
"If it wasn't for him I would've jumped, but the way he spoke it gave me hope."
"-then he told that everyone a second chance even a killer. He is the only reason I'm with my family again."
"-we didn't think he'd show up but he did, he gave my sister one last memory, before she was gone."
"-I'm in rehab now but without him I don't think I would've made it."
"-and he sent one of his old spider tracers, said he understood what I was going through that he'd felt something similar when he was younger." Meanwhile James Freeman couldn't watch another fucking minute, it was killing his sister's goldfish and her not knowing but on a whole other level. The crying, the pain the voice in the back of his mind screaming it's your fault. He had to leave he couldn't bear to watch another second. Suddenly and without warning James broke into a sprint for the exit, however it was briefly stopped by him bumping into someone.
"Hey!" The woman said looking rather upset.
"Sorry!" James said continuing his dash for the exit until he ran out of the sight of everyone. "Clearly," he thought, he should go somewhere else, somewhere safer but where?... Suddenly an idea popped into his head, he knew where he must go and went on his to the docks.
- Meanwhile-
A familiar shield agent is on the corner of 9th where an apartment building once stood, in the midst of large amounts of rubble. "Cassius-online." The agent commanded. Suddenly her hand lit up blue and a hologram began to form.
"Agent-crkzt-laurel how is progress on the hunt for the killer going?" The hologram asked.
"Well, I've got him on radar so I know where he's heading. Who would have thought he'd just bump into me?" The agent stated.
"Are you talking about that James Freeman fellow? The one we had no proof for?" The hologram questioned.
"He's still a person of interest Cassius. Which is why I'm tracking him with one of these *holds up spider tracer* seemed fitting." The agent explained.
"Fair enough, I suppose it would be a wise idea to at least question him. Should we call in the big guns?" The hologram asked.
"They have a vested interest they're going to want to see his face. So, sure why not." The agent answered.
"All right then I'll send them a message to meet up with you...and sent." The hologram said
"Thanks Cass, I appreciate it. Cassius-offline."
And so, the light faded from her hand, the moment after she was gone., and all that was left behind was dust, rubble, and the sound of sorrow.
Well that was fun to write, in fact I'm almost done with this story. But before the next part I have something truly special planned which you'll see soon. Until then leave a review it lets me that there's interest in the story. And I'm out.
