Hey Guys! Here's another chapter for Big Hero 6: Hiro's Journey! This is a prequel to Hidden Files [Chapter 3], and focuses more on Peter Parker's life. Personally I think this is my longest chapter (So far). There's also a special guest here in this story…
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Synopsis: Peter Parker is back as Spider-Man, but despite his comeback, he still misses the love of his life, Gwen Stacy. But since Parker is recovering, Aunt May is trying to persuade Peter to meet this 'new girl'. Parker isn't interested at first, but once he gives it a chance, he has one of the biggest surprises of his life.
May 31, 2014 – 1:30 P.M.
New York City, New York
Knock-knock "Peter?" Aunt May called as she knocked on Peter's door. "Peter, are you there? –Where could he be?"
The Daily Bugle
"Parker!" intimidating Mr. Jameson called in his iconic voice.
"Yes, Mr. Jameson?" Peter answered.
"Do you have the photos that I ordered of the returning web-slinging menace?"
"Yes, Mr. Jameson." Peter said as he handed out four photos.
"…Hm—They're garbage. I'll pay you $50 each. Ah, make that $60. Sum that up, and you could probably buy a better camera…Well, what are you waiting for, my desk? Get outta here!" Jameson said.
"Yes, Mr. Jameson." Peter said as he exited his office.
Later…
Knock-knock
Door opens "Peter?"
"Hey, Aunt May." Peter said as he walked through the doorway.
"Where were you? I was knocking on your door and you didn't answer." Aunt May asked.
"Oh, yeah. I was selling some photos of Spider-Man to Mr. Jameson. He gave me $240 for four photos." Peter reported.
"Oh, all right. Well, get dressed; we're going out." Aunt May commanded.
"Wait, why?" Peter asked.
"We're eating out. And, we're meeting someone on the way." Aunt May explained.
"Can't we just eat here?" Peter pleaded.
"No! We're eating out with someone. I've been telling you about this since last Sunday, so get dressed!" Aunt May said as she went upstairs to change.
"All right! All right… But wait; who are we meeting later?" Peter asked.
"I'll tell you when I get down!" Aunt May said as she closed the door to change.
So Peter went up as well to change. Once he got down he started watching TV.
"Peter?" Aunt May called from upstairs.
"Yes, Aunt May?" Peter responded as he turned down the volume of the TV.
"I want you to look your best." Aunt May said as she came downstairs. "You're going to meet a woman. Her name is Mary Jane Watson. She has a wonderful personality, she's perfect for you."
"Ok." Peter said quietly. "Aunt May…" Peter paused as he sat down on the couch. "…I uh… I don't think…" Peter stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Aunt May asked.
"…I don't think I'm… Sigh, I don't think I'm ready to move on." Peter confessed.
"Peter, I know you miss her. These past few months you weren't the same. And I fear that you'll stay like this for the rest of your life. So, no matter how hard it seems, you have to let go of the pain of what happened before, so you can handle anything LATER." Aunt May said her usual wise words in her nephew's time of need as she sat down beside him.
"But I miss her so much, Aunt May. I wish I could've…" Peter began to cry over the ONLY love of his life, Gwen.
"I know… You wish you could've done something. But you can't change the past. You can't. But you can learn from your mistakes, and you can make it up. Forgive yourself, as you forgive others. Your heart can't stay broken, Peter. What's a heart if it's broken?" Aunt May smiled.
"…OK, Aunt May. I'll forgive myself." Peter said.
"Good." Aunt May said as she got up. "We're going to eat at The Family Restaurant. It's not too far from here and based on some reviews, it's great. So look your best to enhance the experience. If you're going anywhere else, be there by 6:00, you got it?" Aunt May instructed.
"Yeah, got it." Peter responded.
2:42 P.M.
"Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?" A receptionist asked.
"Uh yeah. Is it permissible to arrange an appointment to one of the prisoners here?" Peter asked the receptionist.
"Sir, here at Ravencroft Institute, we don't keep prisoners, but help mentally-challenged people. Also, I would like to inform you that visiting hours are from 9 A.M. to 4 P.M. so, yes. You can arrange an appointment. Who are you visiting today?"
"Harry Osborn." Peter stated.
"OK. Harry Osborn." The receptionist said as he wrote something down.
"Here's your pass." The receptionist handed him a piece of paper. "And you're lucky you came by at this time. People such as Mr. Osborn's visiting hours are cut from 11 A.M. to 3:30 P.M. So you still got at least less than an hour. Follow the signs and ask for assistance on the right. Thank you." The receptionist instructed.
"Thank you, sir." Peter said as he left the desk.
Peter, as instructed, followed the signs and asked for directions.
At last, he finally arrived at Harry's window.
"You got 20 minutes." A security guard informed as he closed the door.
Peter walked up to the window. "Harry."
No answer.
"Harry, it's me; Peter."
Harry turned around slowly. "Peter." He tilted his head.
"Hey, Harry. Uh, how are you?" Peter asked.
"Look at me." Harry said as he brought himself to the light. "How do you think I am?"
"I was just… checking." Peter said.
"What brings you here, friend?" Harry said, sarcastically.
"…I'm here to even things." Peter stated.
"What? …You're gonna kill me too?"
"No, I'm here to talk."
"What is there to talk about?"
"…About Gwen. About you." Peter stated clearly.
"Soft goblin laugh Gwen. Stacy?"
"Yeah. If I make clear, she wouldn't be dead if you hadn't turned into this…"
"You turned me into this!" Harry was releasing his inner Goblin, slowly.
"No, you did this to yourself. I told you; Our DNA doesn't match, and that's the reason why you're like this. Why you're here." Peter explained. "If you had just listened to me, Gwen would still be alive. But no…She's dead. You killed her. It's you. It was all you!" Peter said. "Did you even know what was inside the venom? It was your father's co-worker's DNA. It was Richard Parker's DNA. MY DNA. And that's the reason why it worked on me, but not you. They were trying to make living weapons out of that, not just a cure for your dad's disease. And that's why they call you the Green Goblin." Peter Explained.
"Why didn't you tell me when you came to me?" Harry asked.
"Because I found the information AFTER I came to you." Peter explained.
"Then why did you come to me.., If you didn't know what you were doing?" Harry said.
"I couldn't just let you lie and wait."
"…Now I'm gonna die because of what you did. You hear me? I'm gonna die! Die!" The Goblin was fully out now.
"I'm sorry, Harry… I don't expect an apology. I just want you to know the truth." Peter confessed.
"That truth is killing me. Literally…"
Harry turned around to the dark. "Leave… now. I don't want anyone to see me, anymore… LEAVE!"
So Peter stood up and opened the door to leave.
"I just want you to know…I forgive you. For killing Gwen." Peter said as he walked through the doorway.
"…I don't recall killing Gwen." Harry said before Peter left. "I just think… You were too late to save her…"
Peter paused for a second… and left.
"HehehehehahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The Goblin cackled in his cell, while Peter left Ravencroft.
At dinner…
Peter was walking to the Family Restaurant. He walked up to the Restaurant receptionist.
"Good evening, sir." The receptionist said. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Uh, yeah. Well, technically my Aunt is the one made the reservation. Me, her and someone is having dinner here, so I thought I might come early to take the reservation." Peter explained.
"Oh, what's your Aunt's name?" The receptionist asked Peter just to make sure he's not joking.
"Uh, May Parker." Peter stated.
"Ahh… Here we are; May Parker. Your table is over there; the right corner in front of you… It's not hard to miss; It's the only table with a 'Reserved' sign on it."
"Oh, thank you. Oh, and Mr. Receptionist?" Peter said.
"Yes, Mr.?"
"Great impression of Bruce Campbell. Pretty sure it entices guests." Peter gave him a thumb up.
"Thank you, sir."
Peter sat down on a chair of the table.
20 minutes later…
"Peter?" Aunt May said.
"Ahh, Aunt May." Peter said as he put down his phone.
"How come you're here before us?" Aunt May asked.
"Oh, yeah. I confirmed your reservation to save you some hassle." Peter explained.
"Oh, okay. Peter, I would like you to meet Madeline Watson, she's a very good friend of mine, and also our neighbor. And this is her daughter; Mary Jane Watson." Aunt May introduced.
Peter was stunned. At the sight of her only, he didn't know what to do.
"Clears throat Uh Hello, Ms. Watson. Peter Parker." Peter greeted as he shook Mary Jane's [and her mother's] hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too, Peter." Madeline greeted back.
"Please; have a seat." Peter showed her to her chair.
"Thank you, Peter." Madeline thanked Peter for his gentleman behavior.
"Ms. Watson?" Peter offered Mary Jane a seat next to her mother.
"Thank you." Mary Jane said, shyly. "Just call me Mary Jane."
As they sat down, Aunt May asked for the menus. As the menus were brought to the table, Peter handed Mary Jane a menu, and she shyly took it.
"Ooh, Peter. They have your favorite dish here. Would you like to take that?" Aunt May suggested.
"OK, Aunt May." Peter agreed.
After dinner…
"Peter, me and Madeline will stay here for a while. You and Mary Jane walk outside, probably get some dessert." Aunt May said.
"OK." Peter said.
Peter and Mary Jane went outside to find a Starbucks nearby.
"So…uh, what school do you attend?" Peter asked.
"I uh…attend at Midtown High." Mary Jane answered.
"Oh, really? I attended there too, but I graduated already." Peter said.
"We were classmates, Peter." Mary Jane said.
"Really? Then how come I didn't see you around?"
"We weren't really friends, Peter. Until now, we never really met face-to-face." Mary Jane said.
"Oh, right. Now I remember…" Peter said.
"What?" Mary Jane was confused.
"Cinderella. 1st year." Peter said.
"Oh, please don't start with Cinderella." Mary Jane jokingly said.
Peter and Mary Jane kept talking for a while, not knowing a very tiny meteorite landing somewhere near. It appears to be a gooey life form that's heading towards the city. Primarily Peter.
"OK, OK. Spider-Man and I… aren't friends." Peter said.
"What? But I thought you take pictures of him for the Daily Bugle. You just said it." Mary Jane said, confused.
"Yeah well, photography doesn't exactly work like that. From afar or down below, you can't get to know Spider-Man without using long lens." Peter said.
Just then, Peter's phone rang.
"I bet that's Aunt May. Hello, Aunt May?" Peter said as he answered the call.
"Peter, honey, time to go. Madeline and I are outside the door already and we're waiting for you." Aunt May said on the other side of the phone.
"Ok. Well, you're gonna have to wait a while; we found ourselves on the other side of the block." Peter said.
"Well, hurry up." Aunt May said as she put down the phone.
"Well, Ms. Watson, shall I walk you back to the restaurant?" Peter offered his hand.
"Yes, you may." Mary Jane held his hand to the Restaurant.
Once they arrived, Peter waved goodbye to Mary Jane and exchanged numbers on their first night.
Peter walked home, while Aunt May hitched a ride with Madeline.
Peter was on his way home, when he spots a getaway car, followed by at least five police cars, so Peter dressed up in a dark alley and BAM! Spider-Man appears. Spider-Man jumps to swing in the air, not knowing the alien already grabbed hold of his foot.
As usual, Spider-Man was successful catching the thief, and swung home. That's when he started to feel a strange, tingling sensation on his foot.
At first, Peter thought it was just something else, until he noticed it was EATING him!
So he landed on a building rooftop, and tried to rip off the weird goo off his foot.
Even after a few successful 'rips', the goo always seems to find its way back to eating him. It grows and grows, making Peter struggle in the process, until it finally consumes him whole…
Whoo! That was the longest chapter of the story so far. It took me at least two hours to complete everything! Anyway guys, hope you like the cliffhanger, and the story as a whole. Review, and hope for the best!
Adiós, amigos!