This is a quickie chapter… I didn't really have much to say in this part. Sorry.

About this part of the story…does it work? I know that this part was supposed to be after Uncle Ben's death. When writing this, I wanted to make it new, not a repeat of the comics. However, I still tried to put the comics into it.

Enjoy!

Peter inched along the ceiling. The killer was slowly moving deeper into the warehouse, through countless rooms and hallways. The cops would have a heck of a time trying to reach him.

Floodlights swept through the building at random intervals. He didn't see how they would help, but figured that they had a reason for it.

He accidentally shifted, making a clang that could've echoed through the whole building.

"WHO'S THERE?" The killer shouted. "I'M ARMED!"

Peter said to himself, well, he already knows I'm here. Might as well deal with him now.

He dropped from the ceiling with a backflip of sorts, plunging straight down and flipping over onto the ground. Then he launched himself at the killer, twisting like a ballerina, and catching the killer's head with his feet. Peter then landed on his hands and pulled the killer into his own front flip, yanking off his mask.

"Don't hurt me. Just give me a chance, please!"

"What about Hogan?" Peter said. "What about him? Did he have a chance? Did he? TALK!"

The floodlights came down in Peter's face. It clearly illuminated the other man's, and Peter turned white.

It was Cletus Kasady.

"You. You killed Uncle Ben. You were supposed to be in jail." Peter stammered. Another realization suddenly hit him. "I let you go and kill Hogan. I didn't stop you."

"Yes, thank you for that, but I have to go now-"

The man never finished his sentence.

Peter stepped towards the man. He tripped and fell out of the window, plummeting down several stories before landing on a cop car with a loud crack.

"Hey-it's Kasady!" one cop noted. The others gathered around his body.

One cop grabbed a bullhorn and shouted, "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND AND GET RID OF YOUR WEAPONS OR FACE DEADLY FORCE!"

Peter quickly ran to the other side of the room.

When he got back home, the TV had large headlines scrolling across the bottom:

MURDER, THEFT AT WRESTLING ARENA...WAREHOUSE SHOOTOUT...MASKED MAN ESCAPES POLICE FORCE

Turning off the TV, he snuck into his bedroom.