A/N: Alright, I'm ready to write another one here. Enjoy! I may switch POV twice in here so be ready! But I haven't written it yet so I don't know. Have a great day : )
OK, so don't get mad but this one is about his parents. The ending of the Amazing Spiderman movie made me think that they aren't really dead. So yeah. Enjoy!
Richard's POV:
"He won't be back for a while. Peter is staying at Gwen's house for dinner until about nine thirty." May said.
"Great, thank you." I said and ran to the basement of little apartment 36.
"I have to ask you why you are here." May said, following the dark and mysterious man through her house.
"It is nothing you need to concern yourself with." I said, shuffling through some boxes.
"Richard no. You need to tell me. I want answers." May said. I could tell she was right at my shoulder, watching me look for my briefcase. It had to be here somewhere. I knew my brother wouldn't let me down. He said he would keep it safe for me.
When he was killed, I had to come and retrieve it. With that crazed lizard running around, and this 'Spiderman', I didn't know whether my research would be safe. I had to talk with Spiderman and understand how he had learned about my interesting research with Kurt Connors and my independent studies.
Plus, I have been studying this new superhero and something is peculiar about it and what I have researched. Something isn't right. But to understand how this man has figured out these secrets that I have been working on for years, I require my briefcase. And doing that meant I had to reveal my old identity. It was a risky price but I had to.
"What are you looking for?" May asked.
"Where did that old briefcase go?" I asked, shuffling some more boxes around. It was damp and musty in the basement. The pipes above were barely being held together by a home plumber job.
"I know where it is." I stopped and looked at her. In the dim light of the sunlight coming through a small window, I could see the years in her face and the salt and pepper coloring her hair. I know I must show it to, but I haven't' seen my sister-in-law in a long time.
"Well, do tell me." I said, sitting back on my haunches after shifting through some boxes of old photographs.
"I will, but first I need you to tell me why you are here." May said. I sighed and knew she wouldn't let it go.
"I am here because I need my briefcase." I said simply. By the look on her face, I knew she knew that she wasn't going to get anymore out of me. The worst thing I could do is expose the reasons I had to leave my son years ago. It was the worst decision I ever made.
"Fine. But you have to know how hard it has been keeping this secret from Peter." At the mention of his name, my heart throbbed with sadness.
"I know. And you must know it is my biggest regret." I said, closing my eyes and taking a breather. "Please, May, the briefcase?"
"Peter took it a few months ago. It's probably up in his room." She said.
"Did he go through it?" I asked, my thoughts running rapidly. Peter was a smart enough boy to find my hidden research. He was bright when he was little, there was no doubt about it that he could find my notes and even possibly make sense of them.
"Yes. He spent lots of time in his room with your belongings. When he put your glasses on, he looked just like you." She smiled, obviously amused. I had to find the notes. I bolted up the stairs and turned around to ask May where Peter's room was, she was following close behind.
"It's up the stairs and to the-"
"Aunt May, I'm home early." A deeper voice called. I whipped my head from the stairs in front of me to the voice at the door.
It was a teenager. The boy was dressed in a dark blue jeans and a two jackets layered over a blue tees shirt. Tucked under his arm was a skateboard and a backpack slung over his shoulder. He was remarkably tall and his posture was stooped because of his height. Oddly enough, a blue bruise was forming at the square of his jaw. There was a scratch that ran from his lip to the corner of his nose. Messy brown hair that reminded me of Mary's covered his forehead and his eyes… His eyes were mine. Those deep brown chocolate eyes looked at me. They went from curiosity to anger to sadness and a mix of emotions in between. I could tell he recognized me after all these years.
For a moment I had forgotten about the briefcase. All I saw was my son.
"Peter, you are home early." She said and I could hear the surprise wavering in her voice.
"Gwen's grandparents made a surprise visit so… I came… home…" Peter's sweet voice trailed off as he bore deeper into my stare. "Dad?" He whispered and cocked his head and almost dropped his skateboard.
"Peter-son." I started. Peter turned around and ran down the front steps and I heard his footsteps patter on the ground. I ran after him. "Peter!" I called. He didn't stop and I lost sight of him. Slowing to a stop, I returned back to the apartment, feeling defeated.
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May wasn't to happy that I left but I found the briefcase in the back of Peter's closet. He had put everything back in it's rightful place when he was done looking through them.
I slid the case underneath the passenger seat of my car and started back to my home. I couldn't stop thinking about Peter and the moments I missed in his lifetime.
I stopped at a stop sign and motioned a young lad across the crosswalk. He waved at me and ran across. It was Peter. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly changed my blinker to follow him. I watched as he ran towards an abandoned warehouse. I parked the car a block away and walked to where I had just watched him go to.
The sounds of the wheels of a skateboard clanked to the ground. I watched from the doorway of the warehouse as Peter skated around, doing many types of flips and nonsense. He was really good and I wondered where he learned how to do that.
Then he made a mistake and tucked and rolled to avoid a table. Peter moved with great diligence and landed on his feet like a cat. He went to go get his skateboard and then saw me.
"What are you doing here?" He spat.
"I wanted to talk with you." I said and he merely rolled his eyes.
Then I heard the cocking of a gun. A man walked into the opposite doorway with his gun pointed at me.
"Parker. You can't run forever." He had dark black hair and soulless eyes. "Give up Richard." He snarled and I knew it was one of the people working against me.
"What the-" Peter said and backed up with his hands in the air. I put mine up as well.
"Who sent you? Please don't hurt him." I said, motioning to Peter. The man looked at him then smiled. He knew how to gain leverage.
"NO!" I screamed as he grabbed my son and pulled in in, pressing the gun to his head. The look on Peter's face was like he had done this many times before.
"I will kill him. But I need you to come with me." The man said. Suddenly, Peter whipped his head back and knocked the criminal sent to kill me in the head. He was taken aback and Peter clearly knocked him in the gut.
I watched the fight, trying to intervene in anyway possible, but Peter seemed as though he had it under control.
Cross, Jab, blocking and kicking were tossed around between the two. It pained me to see the man get an upper advantage and he threw Peter into the wall. Peter crashed on a workbench and hit his forehead on a wrench. The momentum threw him to the floor and he stumbled on his way up. Then the man advanced to me.
Webbing wrapped around his middle. He was pulled to the floor. My son, moving with strength, crawled up the walls like a spider and hung the man in midair. Wrapped up like a mummy, the man tried to move and get free.
Then it clicked.
Spiderman slid upside down from one of the rafters to look at the man in the face. Hanging from a web, he gave the man a swift head but and then dropped himself to the floor. Peter landed in a crouch and one hand behind him.
He looked at the surprise cast across my face. Peter approached me and got closer than before in the apartment. I reached out to wipe the blood from his forehead. He flinched from the touch but then relaxed a little bit. It trickled down from the wound and smeared his cheek. My hands were lightly colored with my son's blood.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about." I said quietly.
A/N: Written in about 3 hours! YAY! All done. Please read and review and more than that, have a SUPER DUPER FANTASTIC DAYYYY! Or week. Yuck Mondays!
