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Peter ran home as fast as he could. He lost track of time while he was at Gwen's house, and before he knew it, it was passed ten o'clock and were three missed calls on his phone. He turned down his road and saw the lights in the house still on. Peter mentally cursed and slowed to a walk when he arrived at his house and saw his Uncle sitting on the porch. "I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and you didn't have to wait up for me."

Uncle Ben continued to stare out into the city. "Lost track of time, huh?" Peter continued to watch his uncle. "Did you forget something?" He gave his uncle a confused look. "You were supposed to be there when your aunt was done with work! Now, be a man and get in there and apologize!"

Peter hung his head as he slowly walked into the house with his uncle behind him. He saw his aunt standing in the living room. "I'm sorry, Aunt May. I got sidetracked and forgot about the time."

Aunt May shook her head. "You don't have to apologize to me, Peter."

"Yes he does!" Peter turned to look at his uncle. "Your aunt, my wife, had to walk twelve blocks and then wait at the deserted subway because you 'lost track of time.' Do you know what could have happened?"

"Ben, stop it. I'm perfectly capable of walking home."

"Stop defending the boy! Look, Peter, you are a lot like your father, you really are! But what you lack is responsibility."

Anger started swell up inside of him. "Then where is he?" Uncle Ben glanced over at Aunt May, who looked just as shocked. "Where's my dad?"

"Peter—"

"Don't you think he should be the one responsible and tell me this himself?"

He could feel tears start to form in his eyes. He hated bringing up his father in times like these, but it always happened. "How dare you."

"How dare me? How dare you!"

"Peter—"

"Forget it." Peter turned and walked out the door, slamming it in the process.

The two watched their nephew walk into the night. "Just let him be, Ben. He'll be alright."

Ben shook his head before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door to try and bring his nephew home. He walked down the empty streets of Queens, yelling Peter's name, but each time there was no response.

Peter watched his uncle walk by through the broken window of the building he was in. It was the one place he could go to escape his everyday problems and sit and think. He looked around the abandoned building. There wasn't much to see—not only was it dark, but there wasn't much in it besides wooden pallets and empty boxes. Using his sleeve, Peter wiped his eyes and stood from his spot. He spun around when he heard one of the pallets tip over. He slowly walked to the area to hear a constant dripping. The building was abandoned for years so running water wasn't a possibility. Peter tried looking toward the ceiling, trying to see where the drips were coming from. Without a warning, Peter was sent flying into the pile of pallets. He quickly got to his feet and saw a muscular creature standing a few feet in front of him. A low hiss came from the creature just as its white smile glistened in the night. "Who are you?"

The creature's smile grew wider, showing its mouth full of needle-like teeth. Peter watched it take a step into the dim moonlight that shone through the broken windows. It stood a good six—if not seven—feet and each of its muscles bulged with strength. Peter cringed when the creature opened its mouth and watched its tongue slide from its cage and whip around. At the sight of the boy, the creature let out a high-pitched laugh. "Are you afraid, Peter Parker?"

"I'm not the one drooling all over the place."

The creature glared at the teen. Peter quickly rolled to the side just as the creature came crashing toward him. Peter stood against the wall, watching the thing in front of him. Its tongue rolled from its mouth and whipped around once more. Raising its hand, a shot of web came from the top of its hand and it Peter's hand, sticking him to the wall. Peter started to panic when he couldn't break free from the wall. "Who are you?"

It laughed once again. A piercing laugh that made Peter shiver. "I am the venom of this city, Peter Parker. I won't stop spreading until this entire place bows down to me."

"You're crazy if you think this city will be afraid of you."

"Tonight's the night and it will be known." Peter felt his heart sink when the voice of his uncle started to get closer once again. "You're too easy to read."

The creature turned and headed for the door. Peter's eyes widened with realization. "No! Come back!"

Peter watched in horror as it seemed as the creature seemed to melt away. Black goo peeled away and tucked under the now human's clothes. The man now stood with his back towards Peter in a dark hoodie and plain jeans. The man ran out of the abandoned building leaving Peter there. Peter grabbed his arm that was stuck to the wall and tugged at it with all of his strength. Hoped sparked when his limb slowly peeled away from the bricks.

Bang.

Peter stared out the door with his heart racing. His breathing quickened and his heart pumped with adrenaline. With one final pull, his arm was free from the wall and the teen sprinted outside. His throat started swell and his vision started to blur. His legs were acting on his own and his mind raced as he moved towards the body lying on the ground. It can't be… Peter fell to his knees and looked down to his uncle. "Oh, god."

Peter looked saw his uncle's clothes soak up with blood. He put his hands over the area and hoped that he would pull through. He glanced up and saw the man who did this, running off in the distance. Peter shouted. He didn't know if anyone could hear him, but he could only hope that someone could hear his cries for help.

He didn't sleep that night. He wasn't sure if he would ever sleep again. Peter sat in the corner of his bed, leaning against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest and stared at his blood-soaked hands. The events of what just happened kept playing in his head as if they were taunting him. A picture of the hooded killer kept going through his mind and continued to walk into blackness, not caring for what he had just done. Peter turned his head and looked out the window, trying to find any escape. What was that thing? It went from a disgusting creature to an evil being that murdered his uncle. Was it human, or something else?

Peter grabbed the piece of paper that sat on his bed. After the shock had settled, he grabbed paper and sketched what he had seen. Body of muscle, teeth full of white, and a slimy tongue that dangled from its mouth. But what got to him were its eyes… White, splattered eyes void of any emotion. Peter stared at the picture and felt the anger swell inside him.

Something snapped that night. Deep inside him. Peter stood from his bed and looked outside. He looked at the city and the few people that still walked them. He vowed then and there that this creature—this venom had to be stopped, and he was going to make sure no one would fall victim to this creature anymore. Peter looked down at his hands and then the dirty clothes he was wearing. If he was going to fight crime, there was no way he could do it in his normal clothes. He had to be masked, so no one could know who he really was.

Peter quickly sat in his chair and turned on his computer. He sat for hours, looking, sketching, and designing an outfit he could use. There were many factors that he had to consider when designing an outfit for this certain circumstance. He had to be able to move fast and be able to bend, twist and turn where ever he needed, but he also had to be able to see, even in direct sunlight. Then there was one issue that kept crossing his mind. How would he travel from point A to point B all within a few minutes? Running wasn't an option, not even with this gift he was given. Peter tapped the pencil on his sketch pad when the idea came to him. If he was going to act like a spider, he might as well go all the way.

He felt like a ghost when he went through the school hallway that morning. He knew that everyone was well aware of what had happened that night. They weren't stupid and he sure wasn't. The crowd would part to let him through, but he kept his eyes trained on his nearing locker. Peter was sure that people were staring at him, but were too afraid to say anything. "Hey, Parker!"

And he couldn't take it anymore.

Peter spun around, grabbed Flash and pinned him on the lockers. The hallway went silent and Flash didn't even struggle. Peter hung his head while his heart pounded in his chest. "It feels good, doesn't it, Peter? But your uncle just died. And… I'm sorry, Peter."

He couldn't take it anymore….

His arms went weak and he let go of the teen. His hands shook and he took it as a sign that he was losing it. Peter looked away before pushing through the hallway, avoiding all of the looks that were directed at him. He stopped when one person in front of him didn't move. Peter looked up and saw Gwen staring at him with caring eyes. "Peter…"

Gwen wrapped her arms around the skinny teen and held on, thinking he would resist. She was shocked when she felt the teen let go of his emotions. Gwen sighed when she saw that the other students were still staring, she led Peter outside. The two sat down at one of the tables. "Peter, what happened last night?"

Peter looked up and smiled before looking at the ground again. "He was shot … because of me. If I would've stayed home, none of this would've happened."

Gwen bit her lip. "Don't blame this on yourself, Peter."

Peter stood and turned towards Gwen. "I think I should go home. I need to be alone for awhile."

"Wait, Peter!"

He stopped and looked back at the blonde-haired girl. "Yeah?"

"I know it's probably not the best time, but do you want to have dinner at my place again? I know your aunt works until late at night and I don't want you eating alone. Besides my father seems eager to meet you since he couldn't make it last time."

Peter grinned and shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, I'll be there."

Gwen smiled. "Great! Is eight o'clock okay for you?"

"Yeah, it's perfect."

Gwen laughed and instantly noticed something different about his appearance. "Where are your glasses?"

Peter scratched his head. "I have contacts."

"Oh, okay," Gwen laughed as she nodded.

Peter smiled and gave a small wave before walking to his house. Could he have lasted the entire day? Most likely, but the desire to find that creature, or person—whatever it was, burned inside him. Last night he had managed to order everything he needed. It used every penny he had, but it would be worth it. Seeing various packages sitting on his doorstep, Peter balanced all of them and hurried up to his room and began putting his suit together.

Nothing could hide forever.