Peter gave me a layout. A layout to his life. Being... him. Being myself. Only not. But being Peter Parker for real. The real Peter Parker. It feels like... it feels like it's always been my purpose. To serve alongside and be his shadow. To be him. To reflect him in every possible way. Why would I need a layout?

I've always -been- Peter Benjamin Parker. I've only kept it a secret.

Ben thinks on it, tossing the small pad Peter wrote on away. Been hours since he woke up. Peter phoned in, of course. He would do that. And if he knows Peter, he will do it again. Just to make sure Ben has it all together. But... a layout. Knowing what to do. Ben -already- knows. All the memories are there. The images. The pictures. The love. The emotions. The feeling of being Spider-Man. He knows it deep down he is just that. Picking up the pad once again, Ben lets a subtle frown slip on his face

"...Alright..."

He'd utter quietly just to himself, looking at a small carton in front of him "...Time to do this..." And with one swift motion, he picked up the cart. Minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair off with a towel. His brown hair. His real color. Peter's color

"...Not too shabby..." Ben said to himself as he inspected his hair, giving a smug grin as he did so "Not shabby at all."

Ring. Ring.

Ah, there it is

"...Yello?"

"Hey, Ben. 'S me."

Ben chuckles, and rolls his eyes "Mhm."

"Just wanted to give you another call, you know... make sure everything's alright. Make sure you're not, freaking out or something. Heh."

"Mhm."

"You totally knew I was gonna call again, didn't you?"

"Mhm."

"Oookay..."

"Trust me, Pete. You're in good hands. I'm already you. There's no problem. Just... haven't done the super-hero shtick in a long time."

Peter hesitates, then sighs as he adds in "...But you don't have to do the super-hero shtick. Only Peter Parker is needed... Spider-Man is off in L.A. remember?... why am I talking about myself in third person?"

"Yeah, I know, Peter. But I need the practice. And this is a good excuse as any, right?"

"Right!... Of course, just, you know... don't make it too obvious..."

"What exactly?"

"That there are two Spider-Men around?"

"Oh... yeah, sure. Definately. Don't worry, Peter."

"Oh, and one more thing!"

"Hm?"

"It's about Jonah. Never s-"

"-Never say his mustache looks like something Hitler would've had?" He cuts Peter off

Peter blinks "...um... yeah! That's about it."

Ben grins, and nods "Okay, Peter. Talk to you later." And with that, he closes the call. Okay. That was one thing. Hair done. Body is okay. All he needs now is to start making face with Aunt May, Harry, Jonah Jameson, and maybe MJ. Ben frowns, and shakes his head. That thought made him feel guilt. Being an exact replica of Peter Parker meant he got all the perks, and all the disadvantages. He barely spoke to Mary Jane ever since he was created. And still, the feelings he has for her are as powerful as Peter's. Not his fault, he knows it. It's something that would've come with any other clone. A flaw in the programming. A design error. But even so, he knows it -is- what Peter also feels, and taking that away from him would be wrong. Besides... MJ doesn't love Ben Reilly...

Ben takes out his suit, and puts it on. All fit perfectly. As he gets closer to the windows, he slips on his mask, and leaps off. No, MJ doesn't love Ben Reilly. She loves Spider-Man.

It felt the same. All of it. Jumping forward. Being in the air for the even so slightest time before slowly descending down into a drop. Falling. Feeling the air breeze by your ears, covering them into a roaring sound of a mystical tale. Lights blurring by. Noises. Everything. It felt -amazing-

He shot his right hand forward. Thwip. The web-thread attached to the nearby building, and off he went. His body rocked forward, then released the thread. Almost like a bullet. His arms and legs flailed about as he once again proceeded to fall. Thwip. Thwip. Thwip

"Wooo!" Ben shouted, web-swinging his way through the streets of New York City. The sun let it's light shine over his face, engulfing his vision in a ray of colors and excitement. Ben zipped up to a rooftop, running to the other side. He caught his breath, simply crouching down to observe the people going by their business. So small. So funny. He could do anything to them. Anything he wanted. Just a couple of blocks away was the diner Ben worked at. Well, he wasn't Ben anymore, was he? But still, he couldn't just go about ruining his own work. He had to get money somehow. And still, as he thought... it wouldn't be him doing all those naughty deeds going through his mind now, would it? It'd be Spider-Man. Scarlet-Spider-Man. Not Ben Reilly.

He web-swinged away, heading towards the diner. Swiftly landing on top of a lightpole, Ben grazed his sight forward lightly, looking inside. Manager was there. Guy who gave him trouble all the time was there. All he... whoa...

Spider-Sense

Tingling

Didn't go off for ages. But now?... Ben grunts, and attempts to find the direction the tingling comes from. The sensation was strange. A ticklish, electrical feeling coming off from the back of his head. It got deeper, and deeper until it was painful. And then it rocked forward into his spine and ribcage. It was almost painful, but not really. Just a strange sensation, but it was never wrong. It was always right. Just like this time. As he looked past his shoulder, Ben let his eyes go wide. Voom. A massive car came right towards him. What the hell?

He leaped up, and landed on top of the flying car, almost grazing off mind you. His fingers stuck there as the car did an 180* mid-air, causing him sever whiplash in the neck. Again, his fingers hurt. But he knew he had to stop the car. Otherwise it would've went into the diner! And that would be horrible, Ben figured. He let his feet plant themselves on the hood of the spinning, flying car, as his hands shot left and right, creating a massive web-thread that engulfed both himself and the car. Ben attached the web to the vehicle, then pushed backwards, letting the car stick itself into the massive web-like tate he just made

Well, that went alright, Ben thought, dropping down from the car. No more Spider-Sense either. But... who did this, and why? Looking about, he heard something just with the bare pitch of his ear

"It's Spider-Man!..."

"What the f- what did you- my CAR!" Another man shouted

"He tried to smash that car into that diner!"

"Someone call the cops!"

"YOU MANIAC!"

"He's trying to KILL US!"

Ben's jaw almost hit the floor. He knew people had the wrong impression of Spidey. But... he just saved everyone from that diner. Yes, that includes the guy he couldn't stand. And his manager. He did the right thing. And yet, they hated him. Ben took a step back, lifting his hands instinctively in self-defence

"Come on, people. I couldn't have thrown that car!... Look at me! I'm all.. frail and stuff! I'm skinny! Just... come on..." He'd try to joke, with no success. And then, it went off again. Spider-Sense. Ben leaped up, jumped off another lightpole, and landed in the middle of the street only to see...

A giant, bulking hulking matter of armor slowly walking in his direction. Big arms. Huge chest. Strong legs. Small head. Horn on top. The Rhino

*Gulp*