Chapter 37: The Storm is Coming

Peter sighed as he packed his things. He frowned when he saw something on his shirt and he nicked on it, wanting to get it off.

So much has happened and it was, in all honesty, getting harder to track it. He constantly watched the news if anything happens but things are the same.

Peter dropped the shirt and stared at the nearly packed suitcase. He then glanced to the side only to have something grab his attention. Leaving the suitcase, Peter walked towards it and pulled it from underneath the bed.

Peter stared at the battered suit and flashbacks came-flashbacks where he wants to avoid it.

Ever since he puts on the costume, nothing good had ever came out. He didn't know if having powers was considered a good thing anymore.

Nonetheless, all Peter knew was that he needed a new suit.

"Almost done?" Harry's voice asked, snapping Peter back to reality.

"Um, yeah I guess," Peter muttered, throwing the suit into the case. "Did the results from the exams came yet?"

Harry shook his head. "No. But they'll notify us."

"I'm pretty sure I've failed," Peter muttered though it sounded as though he didn't care.

Harry sighed. "You're one of the smartest kids I know. You're not gonna fail. You don't fail at anything."

"Anything except being a hero. I don't want to do this anymore."

Harry gaped at him, staring at him with an incredulous look.

"Can you not hear yourself? Do you not realize how many people would want to take your place?"

"Well they can have it!" Peter shouted. "I don't want to be a hero. I don't want to be an Avenger-I'm not even sure if I am one anyway-and I just don't want to be Spider Man anymore! I'm done, alright?"

"So you're just going to quit?"

"Yes," Peter said angrily. "Ever since I've had these powers, nothing good came out of them. So what's the point of keeping them?"

"The point? Peter, listen to yourself. You get to do so many things what normal people couldn't do. You have enhanced abilities where people wished they have it too. Giving that up...? It's just not right. It's like giving up of what you stood for. You're throwing away your legacy. It's not a curse, Peter but a gift," Harry promised. "And as such," he went towards Peter's suitcase to grab the mask. "Gifts should be taken care of."

Harry handed the mask where Peter grabbed it and he stared into it. Like before, he heard Uncle Ben's voice echoing in his mind.

"With great power comes with great responsibility."

Peter let out a small breath, putting on a small smile.

Before they knew it, the two found themselves outside of their room and Harry locked the door.

"It's not gone forever, you know. We'll be back," Harry said.

"I know."

The two walked down the hall, dragging their suitcases until Peter suddenly stopped as he glanced to the side.

There, a bit further away from him was Flash who was leaning against the wall and with his friends being beside him. Flash looked up only to find out that Peter was looking foe him.

Flash narrowed his eyes and gave a short nod though he pushed himself up and walked towards Peter.

What does he want? Peter sighed in thought.

Flash reached Peter though he didn't say anything. However, this caught Harry's attention and he frowned.

"What do you want, Flash?"

Peter shot Harry a look and shook his head.

Flash ignored him. "Nothing that concerns you, Osborn," he sneered. He then glanced at Peter who was staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry. I've found out about...it...you know..." Flash struggled to say the next words.

"It's alright," Peter muttered.

It really was awkward between the two but what he said next was stranger.

"You know...if you want...You could...you know...live with me...?" Flash asked awkwardly.

Peter and Harry gaped at him with eyes wide, trying to grab what he had just said.

Flash frowned. "What?"

"You want me to live with you?" Peter asked stunned.

Flash sneered. "I'm trying to be nice for a change. Forget it. Being nice is to hard," he grunted.

Peter chuckled. "Thanks though," he said quietly. "But I'm going with Tony..."

Flash nodded slightly. "Alright...take care, okay?"

Flash extended his hand out which made Peter stare at it. When Flash noticed that Peter was hesitating, Flash started to lower his hand though Peter grabbed it.

"I will," Peter said.

"The boy suffered enough. I say we strike now," a figure hissed.

"Don't be naive. We both know that you don't stand a chance against him. No one does in this room," the second voice spoke.

"Then what do you suggest we do? Just lounge around here and look pretty?" the first figure sneered.

The third person scoffed. "Please. You're anything but pretty."

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? The sight is absolutely terrifying," the first person taunted him.

However, the third one narrowed his eyes and he stood up.

"Do you really want to challenge me?"

"Enough!" the commanding voice spoke. "You will all get your chances against the web slinger once more. But before we do that, we have a new addition to our team and he says to not underestimate him, isn't that right...Mysterio?" the person's eyes flashed as he glanced to the side.

There, in the shadows, a figure stood there. He stared at the group of people with an unnerving look.

"Yes," he hissed. "But we mustn't strike now. No. No. No...we must strike when he least expects it. After all, he just finished defeating a mad man. No..." Mysterio grinned. "We must wait...After all..."

He glanced at the table with a sinister look.

"The storm is coming."

And the room was filled with loud cackling laughs.

Author's Note: OH MY GOD! IT'S DONE, FOLKS! BOOK FIVE IS DONE! WHOO! BUT WOAH! Flash was trying to be nice? What is happening? Since book five is done, book six will be released soon! When? I don't know but it'll be somewhere November. Thank you guys so much for your support and I shall see you soon!