"You've gotta be kidding me!" shouts Peter, loud enough for people in the rest of the office to hear him.

Peter was in the promoter's office, waiting to collect his reward, but the promoter was giving him a hard time.

"You gotta problem, kid?" asks the promoter in a nasty tone.

"Yeah, I do! I want the money I was promised in the ad!" yells Peter, his face getting hot.

"Well, I got news for ya, Web-Head. The ad said 5 grand, for 3 minutes, and you pinned 'im in 2. For that, I give you $1,300 and you're lucky to get that." says the promoter.

"Listen, I need that money!" yells Peter.

"I missed the part where that's my problem." says the promoter, greedily counting his money in his hands.

"Now get outta here..." says the promoter.

Peter simply takes the money he had been offered and storms out, slamming the door as he went along.

"Hey, hey! Don't slam mah doors, ya brat!" yells the promoter, fearing that his glass doors would be shattered.

He had no idea what kind of stuff a pro wrestler like Peter could do. The promoter then simply sits back in his chair, sighs, and continues counting his money. However, he wouldn't be the only one practically stealing another persons money tonight...

As Peter walks towards the elevator, still mad about being cheated out of his money, he notices another man walking the opposite direction that he was walking. The man was much older than Peter, probably in his mid-30s. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and stubble which reminds Peter of those days where Uncle Ben would be depressed about his brother's death, his brother being Peter's father. He was wearing a brown jacket, a black shirt, and baige khakis. His sneakers were old, covered in dust, grime, and what seemed to be oil. The man was walking somewhat erratically, almost as if he were in a hurry. Peter didn't think to much of it.

"Maybe the promoter owes him money, guy probably deserves it." thinks Peter to himself.

He then gets to the end of the hall, where the elevator is. Peter then stops a few inches from the door. He contemplates going back and getting the rest of the money he won. After all, he could climb walls, shoot webs, and probably lift a taxicab over his head if he wanted to.

"The guy was wrong. Regardless of how long the fight lasted, I earned the $5,000. Maybe I should..." thinks Peter to himself.

But before he could ponder anymore thoughts, a loud noise came from the promoter's office behind him. It sounded like a loud whap, like metal hitting plastic. He then hears a short scream following suit. He then hears the words "hurry up" being said. As Peter watches on, the man that had walked past Peter before came running out of the office, with a bag. He was running in such a hurry. Peter then sees the promoter wobble behind him.

"HEY! KID! STOP THAT GUY! HE STOLE THE CASH! HE STOLE MY MONEY!" yells the promoter to Peter.

Peter then thinks to himself for a second. This guy cheated him out of the reward, and now he wants help. But before Peter could think about what to do next, the thief whizzes past him and gets into the elevator, with Peter watching on. The door then closes, but not before the thief utters out something.

"Thanks!" he says quickly, just as the doors shut.

The promoter then reaches the end of the hallway, and slams his fist onto the door.

"What the heck is the matter wit'chu?! You coulda' taken that guy apart, 'cause now he's gonna get away with my money." says the promoter angrily.

Peter then thinks to himself for a moment, then comes to what he believed to be a radical conclusion.

"I missed the part where that's my problem." says Peter, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

The promoter then looks at Peter for a moment, almost as if his expression were saying "Alright, fair game." The promoter then turns and walks back to his office, probably to call the police. Peter then hits the down button on the elevator, feeling satisfied with himself.


About an hour later, Peter arrives home. It is late. The sky is black and the streetlights are on. The only other lights that are on to light up the streets are the lights in the windows of the houses. Peter had taken the bus home. Uncle Ben hadn't shown up to pick up Peter like he had promised. Peter figured that his uncle must've been preoccupied. The house is nearly finished unpacking, but not completely. Peter believed that Ben probably forgot and was still unpacking the last of their belongings. However, as Peter got up to his house he noticed lights that were peculiar. They were red and blue, flashing, and on top of a black and white car. Peter's heart began to race as he begins to run up to his house, the police car parked in front of it. As Peter gets up to the front door, his mind races with a thousand thoughts all at once.

"Aunt May, Uncle Ben... !" thinks Peter to himself, panicking.

Peter opens the front door and witnessed a sight he wish he had the power to unsee. 2 police officers looking around the front room and one standing right in front of him. There were signs of a struggle. Aunt May's flower vase is on the ground, shattered. The rug has a small, red splotch on it, and the cushions of the couch are out of their designated spots, on the floor.

"Are you Peter Parker?" asks the officer standing in front of him.

"Wh-what?" asks Peter still reeling in from the shock of the sight.

"Are you Peter Parker?" asks the officer again, this time a little firmly.

"Y-yeah. What happened here? Where's my Aunt May? Where's Uncle Ben?!" asks Peter all at once.

The officer looks at Peter for a moment, then down at the floor, then back at Peter before sighing.

"Listen, son. I've got very bad news. A burglar broke into your house. Your uncle tried to take him by surprise, but the burglar was armed." explains the officer, dread tinting his voice.

All at once, Peter's world begins to crumble and shatter all around him. He raises his hands and buries his face in his palms, allowing tears to fall from his eyes.

"No... no..." says Peter, quietly.

Tears then begin to fall from his eyes.

"Your aunt's over at a neighbors house, and we got the burglar trapped at a warehouse down at the waterfront." says the officer.

Peter then runs in the opposite direction, away from the house. He can hear the officer say "wait" behind him, but Peter ignores it. He knows that the Powerpuff Girls would also be there as well, as with any case. But Peter wants the first man to get him.

Peter then rushes behind the house, and tears down his brown jacket, revealing his wrestling uniform. If anybody is going to get this burglar, it's Spider-Man.


In the city, Peter, having got there via keeping to the shadows and jumping great heights. He figures that the increased strength that went to his arms also goes to his legs. On the rooftops, Peter is trying to figure out the best way to get to the warehouse without being noticed. He could jump on top of some cars, but that would be passed off as peculiar. Peter, thinking, gets an idea.

"The tensile strength should be enough to... carry me." thought Peter.

Then, he held out his arm and clenched his middle finger into his palm, and then thwip. A long, thick string of web launches from the "spinnerets" in his wrists. The web then attaches itself to the ledge of the building across from Peter. Peter then closes his eyes, taking 3 long, deep breaths.

"It's okay, Pete. You have no such thing as a fear of heights." says Peter to himself.

Then, mustering the courage, Peter pushes himself off the ledge and begins swinging. Peter screams, believing that he would join his uncle in death this very night, but then, almost as if out of instinct, Peter shoots a web from his other hand and begins swinging towards the next building. Peter then opens his eyes, and finds himself swinging for the next building. He then shoots another web from his other wrist, and then the other, and he continues to repeat the same patter over and over again.

Peter then listens for the sounds of sirens in the distance and changes directions, following the sirens towards what he believed to be the waterfront. Peter then changed from being fearful to being determined. He wanted vengeance. He would make sure that Uncle Ben's death would not be in vain. Peter Parker would make sure of that. Spider-Man would make sure of that.


At the waterfront, a squad of 7 or so police cars surrounded the building. Next to the officers, were the Powerpuff Girls, floating 5 feet in the air.

"C'mon, when can we go in?!" pouts Buttercup, crossing her arms.

"We've gotta wait. The officers say that the guy could simply slip into the river if we rush him. We've gotta draw him out." says Blossom, realizing the severity of the situation.

Blossom is still hurt from the things that Peter had said to her the other evening, even though she knew he was right. They couldn't be a couple. But Blossom knows that now was the time to forget about it. As uncomfortable as she was regarding the way Peter had acted earlier at school, she can't condone death. She knows that she and her sisters would be facing a killer if they went in.

"Blossom, is this guy gonna, y'know... kill us?" asks Bubbles in a nervous tone, tears welling in her big, blue eyes.

"No. No, he's not." says Blossom, hugging her terrified sister.

Bubbles knew that she could take a bullet, but the uncle of their new neighbor was just killed. During these types of situations, Bubbles simply broke down. However, in the shadows, the girls didn't notice as a figure slipped by into the warehouse. Whoever was responsible for Ben Parker's death, this man in the shadows was going to get him first.


Inside, it is very dark. Boxes swamp the whole area. Cobwebs cover every corner. Then, out of the darkness, comes a footstep. It is followed by another, and another. A figure walks around in the darkness, his gun drawn and ready to fire. The figure paces around the room, trying to figure out a way to by himself a little more time. His plan was simple; he would simply wait out the police and the Powerpuff Girls out in the warehouse. Then, when the moon goes behind the clouds, he would escape out the back way, slip into the river, and swim off. If that didn't work, and if the authorities did end up raiding the place, the several hiding spaces would give him a chance. He could simply pick them off one by one. Either way, he'd escape with the cash.

"Gotta give thanks to that kid. Had he stuck his foot out, or tried to hold me, I would've gone back to the Big House." thinks the figure to himself.

He had beaten that wrestling promoter with the butt of his gun into giving him the cash. The kid in the red and blue tights made the difference for him between freedom and imprisonment. The man then began to sweat with nervousness. He had just gotten the feeling that someone was in the room, watching him.

Above, is a teenager, one currently filled with rage, fear, vengeance, and nervousness. Peter Parker, the Spider-Man, is waiting to get the drop on this man. Whoever he is, he would pay. He had taken the life of an innocent man, and now he must suffer the consequences.

"Alright, you scumbag. I've got the drop on you now. You're mine, all mine..." thought Peter to himself.

In the shadows, Peter has an advantage. He is small, and light. He could surely take this man by surprise. But there was one problem; he isn't bulletproof. If the man somehow manages to see Peter, he was done for. One shot to the head, and Peter would be joining his uncle in Heaven. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. It would cripple Aunt May.

Peter slowly creeps down from the ceiling on a strand of web. He drops to the floor without a sound. The killer's sweat begins to increase as the feeling of being watched began to increase, until he turns around in an instant, only to be met with a punch to his jaw.

"Yah!" yelps the killer as he begins to stumble backwards

Peter had hit the killer just hard enough to send him on his rear. If he punched too hard, the burglar could've flown through the window and into the hands of the police, and that would be the end of his revenge. Peter then reaches out with both hands and grabs the killer by the collar of his jacket, and pushes him into the wall behind him with a loud thud!

The killer then reaches down with his right hand to pull out his firearm. He manages to raise it and, with a slight pull of the trigger, fires out several shots. Peter then pushes his feet into the ground and prepares to perform a triple somersault. The killer then stops pulling the trigger, allowing to room to become still one again. As the shooting subsides, Peter finds himself clinging to a wall on all fours. The killer, using the dimmest light to his advantage, barely manages to get a glimpse of the man on the wall.

"Wh-who's there?! Who's on the wall?!" cries the killer out loud in confusion.

"You'll find out soon enough... MURDERER!" screams Peter, who then glares at the killer.

Peter leaps down, only a few feet away from his prey, and begins to menacingly step towards him. The killer, in turn, steps back, slowly... and fearfully. The killer pulls out his firearm again, this time ready to kill this masked man. Peter then raises his left arm, presses his middle finger into his palm, and with a thwpp, fires out a webline, allowing it to connect with the barrel of the killer's gun.

Peter then yanks hard on the strand, sending the killer flying backwards into the wall with a loud slam!

"Agh!" yelps the killer in pain.

The burglar then slowly raises himself to his feet, holding his stomach in pain, and makes an attempt to wobble over to the exit, but is stopped ubruptly when something foreign snags his shoulder. The man then looks over his shoulder, only to see a white glob attached to his jacket.

"This is for the man you killed!" shouts Peter.

Peter then yanks on the web very hard, throwing the killer back towards him, narrowly moving out of the way as to allow the killer to slam near the windows where the authorities are just outside, with a crash! The killer then stumbles to his knees and slowly begins to get up.

"You can't escape me! I'll chase you to the ends of the Earth!" screams Peter in a fit of rage.

Peter then hops 7 feet into the air and lands right in front of his enemy. The killer then looks up to see a man in a red ski mask with a red sweatshirt with a large spider on it. His white gloved hands were clenched into fists.

"Don-don't hurt me. Just give me a chance. JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!" yells the killer in fear.

"What about my uncle, huh? Did you give him a chance? Did you?! ANSWER ME!" screams Peter in rage just as he picks the killer up by the collar of his jacket and pushes him into the window, where the light coming from the police cars begins to illuminate his facial features.

There, Peter's face turns from a look of pure anger and rage to absolute horror. His eyes begin to well with tears as he comes face to face with the one man he had never imagined.

The crook from before.

The one from the wrestling arena.

The one that Peter could have stopped when he had the chance.

Peter then releases his grasp on the killer's shirt, letting him go. He then takes about 2 steps back, shaking with nervousness and shock. The killer then simply smiles. It is a painful one, but a smile nonetheless. He then raises his right arm and holds his gun up to Peter's face before giving out a slight giggle.

"Se ya." says the killer, only to be met with Peter swiftly grabbing his wrist with his left hand.

Peter then turns it to the point where the bone broke with a loud snap.

"Yaaaaaggghhhh!" screams the killer in pain.

Seconds later, he is met with a punch to his jaw with a loud crak, sending him tumbling to the ground, unconscious. Peter then looks down at his enemy, stunned and horrified. Peter then reaches out with both arms and picks up his gun and body and proceeds to drag him over to the back of the room. Peter would go as far as to beat every fiber of his being out of this man, but he would not kill him. Instead, Peter has a different plan in mind...


Outside, the officers are talking amongst one another. They are discussing what the judge might condemn the killer to. he expression on Blossom's face signifies hurt and grief. Peter's uncle was murdered. If only she had been there, maybe she could have saved him. As she sits on the roof of the car, contemplating her thoughts, a sound rings out that causes herself, her sisters, and the officers to look towards the warehouse. It sounded like a loud bang, almost like a gunshot.

"Alright, everyone, look sharp! Gunshots have been confirmed. Move in, move in." says the sergeant.

The officers and the girls then knock down the door of the warehouse, with a thung, and proceed to search the place. They did a search through the entire building. Blossom isn't sure what to expect. The possibility that the killer might've committed suicide, or the possibility that he might have just been trying to goad them into a fight, the former of which makes her sweat more.

Buttercup is next to her, the most confident of the three, but also, the angriest. During crime investigations, the one type that made the tomboy Powerpuff want to grind someone's skull in was a murder. To Buttercup, taking a life is the same as selling yourself out to pure evil.

Just then, however, the silence was broken by the sounds of a female officer calling her comrades. Everyone rushes over, the girls included. However, things take a turn when they arrive.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" screams Buttercup, shielding her eyes with her fingerless hands.

Her sisters look ominously at what they saw all flashlights being directed at. One of the officers then finally said aloud something which broke the silence.

"I-it's him! On a... spider web?!" says the officer, shocked.

The killer is hanging in a thick ball of web, just enough to support his weight. Everyone looks on in wonder as to who could have done this. But outside, another figure begins swinging away from the warehouse on what appears to be ropes.


Up on a gargoyle, high above Townsville, Peter sits there with his mask off, thinking.

"What have I done? I allowed my greed to get the better of me. My passion took hold of me and now look what it's done. Uncle Ben is dead... because of me. Me and my ignorance!" thinks Peter to himself.

Peter then gazes out into the nighttime skyline of the city, silently crying, for he had finally learned the hard way the lesson Uncle Ben taught him earlier that day; with great power, comes great responsibility.

And thus... a legend is born, as a new name is added to the roster of those who would make the world of fantasy... the most exciting realm of all!

Alright, scratch what I said before. THIS is the longest chapter I've ever written for any of my works. Hope to see you guys in a few weeks. School starts soon, so my fanfiction life is gonna be pretty empty for the next while, at least, until a break comes along. But until then, enjoy, leave a review, and leave a like. You guys have no clue how hard it is to make these. Well, bye for now :)