Manhattan-2017

Litter filled the streets of New York City. Cars sped by, uncaring to the pedestrians crossing the roads. Rain poured down, thunder cackled and lighting flashed up into the sky. Lights flickered on and off inside of homes, and buildings.

Peter Parker looked out the window of his office at the Daily Bugle. After the death of J. Jonah Jameson, Peter was appointed to publisher, in Jonah's will. Jameson had been sick for months, knowing his time was coming to an end, he left the Bugle in the hands of the man he secretly loved like a son.

Joseph 'Robbie' Robertson strolled inside of Peter's office.

"Pete, I have the evening edition right here," he said, holding up the newspaper. "All I need is you approval, and we can start shipping it.

Peter continued gazing out at the streets.

"Robbie, did you ever look at the city and think, why should I waste my time in this rotting dumpster?" Peter asked Robbie.

"I'm not sure I quite understand," Robbie said confused.

"Nothing," Peter said, turning his attention towards Robbie. He checked over the paper. "It looks good, looks good."

"Thank you sir," Robbie said. He smiled. Ever since Peter had become his boss, they had grown closer. Despite the age difference, it was almost like a brother-to-brother connection. "I'm glad you like it."

"Maybe I'm just losing my mind," Peter said. "But, you look like you could use some vacation."

"Really?" Robbie asked. "That would be wonderful! I had plans for me and Randy, and-"

Peter continued looking outside. His house could be seen far across the vastness. "Your dismissed Robbie."

Robbie left the office, the newspaper on Peter's desk. Peter looked at it again.

Death of Our Hero, it read.

That's right, Peter thought. Spider-Man died a long time ago, and it's just as well.

Peter stepped inside his lavishly decorated house. His wife of nine years, Gwen Stacy sat on a couch in their living room.

"Peter!" she called out, running over to hug her husband.

"Hey baby," he said, hugging her, and kissing her on the lips. "How was your day?" Gwen grabbed his hand, and walked back over to the couch with him.

"Well, I just got a contract with 'The World's Sexiest Models', and I'm going to be featured on the cover of their next issue!" she said happily.

Peter didn't like the idea of his wife being a model, but he was glad she had something to be proud of.

"That's great," he said, kissing her again. She hugged him, cuddling up to his shoulder, as he lay back on the sofa.

She took off her jacket and whispered to him, "Do you want a baby?"

A baby? He thought. He'd always wanted a child, and was more than able to raise one.

"I guess," he said, thinking about the situation for a minute. "I mean, I do."

"So do I," she told him. "Peter we have been married for nine years, but I think we're ready now. I want to have a baby with you Peter."

"Gwen, I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to raise our child with you too," Peter said, nuzzling her neck. He clutched her tightly, as she reached for his neck. She pulled his face towards her, and kissed his cheek.

"I'm going to take a bath," she called, walking off for the bathroom.

"Okay," he called to her. "I think I'm going to go to bed." He walked off to the bedroom.

Underneath the mattress rested his old Spider-Man, tattered and torn.

This thing, he thought. It's the demons of my past. All of my nightmares rest inside the memory of that damn thing.

The last time he wore the suit, was during a fight with the New Goblin, Harry Osborn. During the time, he had a black suit, made of a symbiote, but over time it had died off. It was weakened by the constant noises Spider-Man was near, and the buildings on fire he would have to travel through.

Memories returned into his mind, flooding his thought. Mary Jane. Harry. Spider-Man. Peter Parker. Best friends. Abandoned. Betrayed. Screwed off.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to show the world, the torment he had been through.

But he didn't. He no longer loved Mary Jane. He loved Gwen Stacy. Gwen Stacy. Gwen Stacy. Mary Jane Watson.

Peter imagined a sword going through his heart. That was the pain he had felt, the moment he read that note. The moment, his eyes met with the beautiful writing, he felt like he was dead.

Mary Jane had run off with his best friend.

It was for the better, he thought. Gwen and I are living happily together. Just Gwen and me. Nobody else. No Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Harry, or MJ.

He stuffed the suit back under the mattress. He loved Gwen, and he wasn't about to abandon her now.

Suddenly, Gwen walked inside the bedroom, her hair in a towel.

She spotted the tormented look on Peter's face. She ran over to him.

"Peter?" she asked. "Baby wants wrong?"

He looked up into her beautiful green eyes. They reminded him of Mary Jane's. Then, out of nowhere, he pressed his lips against hers, knocking her over onto the bed. He put his hands up to her face, feeling the smooth texture of her cheeks. She began to lick his lips, the moistness traveling through her mouth. She reached for his pants, unbuttoning them, and pulling the zipper down. He threw his pants off of his legs, removing her robe, as he pressed his chest up to her bare body. The towel flew off of her hair, falling to the ground. She pulled down his boxer shorts, as she began to ride him.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. He began to squeeze her breasts, and suck her nipples. "Ohhhhhhh, God!"

They both picked themselves off of the bed. She backed up into the wall, the front of her body facing Peter's front. He began thrusting himself into her, as she began moaning loudly. He grabbed her backside, pulling her body towards his. She continued to lick his face, kissing his chest, and neck.

"Yesssssssss!" she yelled.

Peter rolled over the bed. Sunlight filled the room, birds chirping by the window. Gwen lay half-naked by his side.

She was also awake now.

"Last night-" Peter began.

"Was incredible," she finished. "Oh God Peter, my head is still spinning."

"Gwen, you are freaking amazing," he said. "I can't believe how long that went on."

"I know," she laughed. "Your not so bad yourself baby." She rolled over, and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm going to make some breakfast," she said, jumping out of bed. "Want would you like?"

"More sex with a side of Gwen please," he joked.

"Oh God!" she laughed. "Seriously?"

"Bacon and eggs sounds good," he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Orange juice too would be nice."

"You got it," she said smiling, flashing him her perfect teeth. She was so beautiful, reminded him of someone. Right now, he couldn't remember who that person was, as he was caught up in Gwen's beauty. He loved her more than anything in the world. Quickly, this made him think of the other thing he loved more than anything. His Aunt May. He remembered all to well how she died…

"Now Peter, how could you say that, Spider-Man killing that Sandman person, is good?" Aunt May asked. "He may have killed your Uncle Ben, but you never want to wish something as terrible as that!"

He looked at his aunt.

"I'm sorry," he said. He briskly walked out of the door of her apartment. She turned away, staring outside of her window, thinking of what had just occurred. Minutes later, another knock came at her door, and as she opened the door up, she was shot from some man.

Peter, realizing something was wrong, ran back to May's door. He found her, dead in a pool of blood. The guy who did it was never found, no motive was even revealed. For years, it had stumped Peter. Why had a complete stranger decided to kill May?

Peter thought about that chilling discovery. He, or anyone else, never found out who did it. But at the moment, he didn't want to know. He didn't want evil thoughts clouding his vision, of the current thoughts he had now.

Gwen is so beautiful, and- Peter thought. I love her more than anything in the world. He jumped out of bed, heading for the kitchen. He found Gwen, holding a frying pan. Some bacon rested on a plate, along with eggs, a glass of orange juice stood beside the plate.

"Thanks," he said, walking over to take a seat at the table. He took a bite out of the bacon.

"Mmmmm," he sounded. "This bacon is good."

"Well that's great," she said happily. "I'm glad you like it." She walked over to him, and sat on his lap. He pulled her close to him.

He yawned, as she put her arms around his neck.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you too," he said back, taking another bite from his bacon. He rested his head on the arch of the chair.

He pinched Gwen's backside as she let out a loud, "Ahhh!" She looked over at him. She started to laugh, as she kissed him on the lips.

"Okay," she said. "Now I need to get to work!" She walked off to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Okay!" he yelled to her. "I probably need to also." He looked at the clock built into his microwave.

10:57 A.M. it read.

"Holy shit!" he yelled. "I'm late for work!" He quickly ran to his bedroom. Gwen was changing in there as well.

"Hey!" she yelled. "What the heck?! Ah, what the hell it's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

He pulled his costume out from under the mattress, and quickly bolted for the door. He stuffed it into his pocket and turned around.

"Nice rack!" he called, running off for the door. He quickly ran out the front door, and ran off the front porch. He jumped up to the roof, using his spider-strength, and put the costume on under his clothes.

"I think it's time for this city to get a wake up call," he whispered, putting the Spider-Man mask on over his face. "Because Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, is back!"