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The remaining Parkers stood in front of a grave stone that read: Ben Parker. Beloved Husband And Uncle.

"It wasn't fair to have gone like that," said Aunt May. "He was a peaceful man. And it was all my doing." Aunt May bent down to place the flowers that had brought with them on to Uncle Ben's grave stone. Peter helped his aunt get back up.

As soon as she was on her feet again, Lizzie gently grabbed Aunt May and said, "Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Aunt May placed her hand on her niece's cheek, brushing away the stray tear that fell down Lizzie's face."Oh, my dear. I wish that I could believe that. I wake up every day wishing that I could." Aunt May then patted the young girl's cheek before making her way back to the car they had taken to the cemetary.

Once her aunt was out of hearing range, Lizzie whispered, "I can't believe it's been almost two years already."

"Yeah. Me too. Come on. We need to catch up with Aunt May."

~O~F~W~E~B~S~A~N~D~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~

They were suppose to celebrate the life that they had with Uncle Ben. Instead, everything was silent as Aunt May poured their tea.

"Aunt May. You don't need to punish yourself," said Peter, finally breaking the quiet.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't. It's just that you wanted to take the subway and he wanted to drive you. And if only I had stopped him... we'd all be having tea together." Aunt May finished as she sat down in her seat.

The three went back into silence as Aunt May and Lizzie began drinking their beverages. "I'm responsible," said Peter, looking guilty. The women shared a confused look before Aunt May said, "For what?"

"For what happened to Uncle Ben," Peter said, his voice sounding horse.

"But you were at the library. You were doing your homework. Harry and Lizzie went to visit you."

"He drove me to the library, but I never went in."

"What do you mean?" Aunt May looked just like her voice sounded.

"I went someplace else where I thought I could win some money. To buy a car because I wanted to... impress Mary Jane. It happened so fast. I won the money and the guy wouldn't pay me, then he got robbed. The thief was running towards me. I could have stopped him, but I wanted... revenge. I let him go. I let him get away." Peter swallowed, nervous to say what happened next. "He wanted a car. He tried to take Uncle Ben's. Uncle Ben, said no. And then he shot him."

Lizzie couldn't believe what she was hearing and neither could Aunt May. "Uncle Ben was killed that night, for being the only one who did the right thing. And I... we... we held his hands as he died." Peter became silent again as everything sunk in. "I've tried to tell you both so many times," said Peter while reaching for Aunt May's hand.

Aunt May slowly slid her hand out from under Peter's. She had a look of horror on her face while Peter's looked ashamed as Aunt May got up from her chair and went upstairs to her room. Peter remained motionless.

Suddenly, the night Peter came home late the day after he transformed made more sense. Peter didn't just think that having a car of his own was a nice thought, he had actually meant it.

Even the night Uncle Ben had been shot became clearer to her. The reason Peter had found her and Harry so fast. He had just come from wherever he was at to get some fast, and maybe not-so-easy, money. Lizzie felt more warm tears silently fall down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Lizzie. I'm so sorry," whispered Peter as his voice shook.

Lizzie took a deep, shaky breath before saying, "I forgive you."

Peter looked at his twin, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said that I forgive you for everything. For not telling me this at the very beginning. For making Aunt May think that Uncle Ben's death was her fault. For not coming to me to ask for help or trusting me. For everything."

"You're-you're not mad at me?"

Lizzie shook her head. "There's nothing for me to be mad about." Lizzie got up from her seat and sat on Peter's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her forehead against the side of his head. "I know that Aunt May will forgive you someday too because I know that she loves you, just like Uncle Ben and I do."

Peter then leaned his head down on his little sister's shoulder as he began to shed tears as well.

~T~H~E~S~T~O~R~Y~O~F~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~

Lightning flashed outside of the young man's apartment as he slammed document after document about Spider-man and/or Spider-woman on to his desk. Spider-man had recently gone missing only a few short days ago, making it even harder for him to

find. Not to mention that he never could find him even before he basically became a missing person. Spider-woman, however, was even harder to find. Especially since she became MIA almost two years ago, which frustrated him even more.

If the young man had the choice between who he wanted dead more than the other, he'd chose Spider-woman, hands down, for it was she who the young man knew was most responsible for his father's death. Just looking at her picture made him sick.

Frustrated, the young man banged the table with his fist. "Where are you?" He had to find and kill the Spiders not just for himself, but for Lizzie, too. He knew that as soon as his enemies were dead, he'd be able to move on with his life. Get married. Have kids.

"I'll find them," he vowed. "I'll find them for all of us."

The young man took a sip of liquor from his glass as an old man came into the room. "I'm leaving for the night, sir."

"Fine," said Harry.

"You're father only obsessed over his work," the man said gloomily, sad to see basically one of the many things happen to someone who he loved and cared about once again.

"Goodnight, Bernered," he said, frustrated with his butler.

Feeling like he needed some fresh air to clear his mind, Harry felt less tense as the city breeze blew on him as he stood on the apartment's balcony. He would have enjoyed it, too, if he didn't hear a strange noise. Looking to his right, Harry only saw the usual ivy covered brick wall. Another flash of lightning flashed as Harry looked to his left. He watched as the small potted tree next to him shook.

What the heck is that?

Harry felt the ground shake as he slowly walked forward. As he neared the edge, he let his gaze drift down over the building. Suddenly, a metal arm came out of no where, knocking Harry on the floor with a thud. The tentacle like arm caught Harry's brandy glass just inches from his face, bringing it back to its owner.

"Hello, Harry."

"Otto? What do you want?" asked Harry as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Doc Ock, who had taken a sip of the drink, said, "My precious tritium. I need more of it this time."

What?! Is he series?

"More tritium? Are you crazy?" said Harry while crawling backwards while Doc Ock moved forward on his arms. "You'll destroy the city!" Doc Ock took off his sunglasses, reveling his insane, brown eyes. "You're a hack!"

Furious, Doc, Ock reached a tentacle forward, grabbing ahold of Harry's ankle as he tried to escape and dangled him above the busy street below. "Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop! Alright. alright! Put me down. We'll make a deal," begged Harry. Doc Ock brought Harry back to safety while grinning in victory. As soon as Harry's feet were back on the balcony, his face became serious. Pointing at Doc Ock, he said, "Kill the Spiders and I'll give you all the titanium you need." One of the arms mouths closed. "On second thought, bring them to me. Alive."

"How do I find them?"

Harry's face lost all of its harshness. "Peter Parker."

"Parker?"

"He takes pictures of Spider-man for the Bugle. Make him tell you where he is."

"What about the ladybug? How does Parker know where she is? For all we know, she could be halfway around the world or even dead."

"If you find Spider-man, Spider-woman should be near by."

Doc Ock began to leave. Before he left, he turned his face towards Harry. "Have it ready."

As the villain disappeared down the side of the building, Harry yelled, "Don't hurt Peter!" after him. When Doc Ock was completely out of sight, Harry realized that he was one step closer to avenging his father's death.


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