Update! If chapters are shorter that's because I have like a million screenings and appointments for the rest of the week until they can be sure of whatever it is. Anywho this is really really short but I just wanted to get Spidey in here and advance the plot a bit. Thank you all for the support! Also im leaving on vacation Saturday and get back Wednesday. So, sorry!

Peter didn't want to go.

He was warm in a building with his idols being fed and cared for. That being said, he had his identity to protect. He had a city to protect. And who knows what the Avengers would do with a 15-year-old kid who somehow had the ability to climb walls.

So Peter just paused outside the building, holding the bag of food and ibuprofen. The temperature had risen just enough that most of the snow had turned to slush, leaving everything cold and wet.

Peter walked in front of a shop with an overhang. Inside there was more than enough food for him. He knew that there was no way he would be able to eat all of this. So he reached in the bag, pulled out ibuprofen stuffed it in his pocket, along with a quarter of the sandwich. Then looked around.

He knew Albert's corner was around here, and he wanted to pay him back as soon as he could. With a little bit of looking around Peter saw him sitting in front of a supermarket. Peter walked over with a smile on his face.

"What's got, you so chipper kid?" Albert asked as he saw Peter walking with more pep in his step than the entire time he's known him.

"I feel good. Maybe hit my head too hard…" The kid said trailing off while rubbing the back of his head, "I got you food."

"Kid, you didn't need to-" Albert started but Peter quickly cut him off,

"I've already had more than enough." He said sitting down next to the older man.

The man reluctantly started eating the food. Peter sat next to him.

Albert looked at his younger friend, Peter was staring at the ground, a look of sadness plastered on his face. Albert had an idea of what was going on in the kid's life. Something bad happened to him, making him think that being homeless was the only and best option.

Albert had that feeling too. He had a lovely wife, and when she passed a few years back. Albert left the hospital, and never returned home. Facing the house they owned together would have been too much for him. So instead he slept in an alleyway and never returned.

"Kid I know that a lot goes through that head of yours. I know that you push people away. We begin to push away what we can never understand. The loss of loved ones, feeling unwanted. It's a way for people like us to survive. Cause if we break, no one's there to put us back together. But kid, I want you to know I'll be there if you break. I'm always open for a conversation."

Peter lifted his head, the street seemed quieter than before. He knew he shouldn't, but his heart ached and his brain felt like it was going to explode.

"My parents didn't kick me out, they died when I six. I don't really remember them. But I do remember my uncle. I remember him being there. But it was just a few days after I had gotten, well I won't really go into that, but my everything was heightened. I didn't understand what was going on than he was just here in my arms."

"My aunts face when they told her the news. I knew she wouldn't say it, but she blamed me. I promised I would do what I could so that would never happen again. Then one day-"

Peter hadn't realized that his face was now covered in tears. His throat felt tight. Albert didn't push anymore, just held out his older thin arms, ready to except Peter.

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Peter was afraid to leave the frail older man that night, but he had eaten and felt good enough to patrol and he missed being Spider-man. So after he said goodbye to his buddy he walked off into an ally dropped his jackets and stripped to his suit.

The second he pulled on his mask he wasn't Peter Parker. He was the fearless, yet friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

He sat on the side of a building, he liked to start out with something small then work his way up. So when he heard a scream of help from not far below he swung into action.

A lady was surrounded by three larger guys all wearing ski masks. The lady had backed herself into a corner. He landed right behind the men, without them noticing.

"Hey, leave the lady alone and pick on someone your own size." He called from behind, leaning against the wall.

The men spun around. He could see them look him up and down. Unimpressed.

"Okay, I might not be your sized-" His head buzzed and he stepped back, narrowly avoiding a punch.

He blocked a punch from the second guy and kicked the legs out from the third webbing him to the ground.

The girl had made a run for it and had gotten away safely. Man number one pushed him up against the wall, smacking his head again today.

He pushed the guy off of him, the man tripped over his friend and fell backward, close enough that Peter was able to web him to the wall.

The last guy had dug through his pockets and pulled out a switchblade.

He couldn't stop himself from yelling, "Let me see what you have!"

Sadly the man didn't respond with 'A knife' but Peter still yelled, "No!" while webbing him to the wall, next to his friend.

He reached in the pockets of one of the men and dialed 9-1-1.

He said, "Sorry fellas I got bigger fish to fry." before shooting a web, and swinging away.

Freedom, that's what Peter loved about being Spider-man. Free from his stress and worries of Peter Parker's life. Freedom to swing throughout the city. The winter chill was invited, even though he missed summer, there's nothing like summer in the city. That's when another sound came from below.

A street fight? He swings down landing next to the group.

10 men all attacking one man… with a metal arm?

DUn dUn DUnNNNNNn. I'm guessing everyone kinda knows what happens next. If you have tips on writing action PLEASE tell me cause I've read an article or two but I would love to hear it from a writers perspective.

Sorry if I'm MIA. I've had a million tests so far, so only twenty million to go! I also had to edit for my friends and I's channel. annnnd I promised my dad I would type something up for his classroom. So I'm never going to sleep. I hope you all have an amazing, amazing, amazing, day or night! Alright bye.

-Andielynn

(One last thing I learned today. Teens are supposed to get 10-13 hours of sleep. Wtf I get like 2 hours than 20 the next night... Someone help me)