I just realized that 2020 wasn't all that bad. 2018 was a worse year for me. Why? Because that was when my ADHD was going nuts, and I only got a pill to keep it under control a year later, so the entire school year sucked. Also, Soul came out in 2020. Did anyone else see Soul? I loved it.
Song of the Chapter: Parade Attack by Danny Elfman
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Peter woke up in the middle of the night. He checked his clock, and saw that it was 2:07 AM. He sighed and pulled his blanket back over him.
"Yeah, this isn't working," he said, sitting back up, changing out of his clothes into his suit. He walked over to the window, opening it and climbing out. He started running until he saw the buildings coming up, which was when he started swinging.
Spider-Man swung through the city, just enjoying it in the air. He came across a bank robbery and jumped in. He didn't feel like sneaking in through a vent. Guns were suddenly pointed at him from every direction. "Hey, guys," he said, with a dangerous edge to his voice. He suddenly jumped up onto the ceiling. When he was on the ceiling, he pushed back down to the left, landing on the floor at an angle that made it perfect to launch himself at some of the thugs. He kicked one in the face, hitting the two on boths sides with his fists. He shot a web at one robber and swung him in a circle, hitting multiple others. He charged at the last couple hitting them in various places, possibly breaking a few bones. Not that he cared at the moment. Some ran out the door and into a car that immediately drove away. Spider-Man growled and shot a web. He swung after them and jumped onto their car. The car suddenly stopped, flinging him off. It started again at full speed, ready to ram into him.
He raised his arms and caught the car, lifting it into the air. The robbers all screamed as he threw the car back down. The cops suddenly arrived, and he swung away. They could handle it. He swung across the city, having some fun in the air.
"This just in!" said a voice that Spider-Man knew all too well. He turned to the source and saw Jameson on his big screen. "Spider-Man has just assisted in a bank robbery and car chase, double-crossing his allies in an attempt to make himself look like a hero. I know you, New York, and I know you aren't going to be fooled by - "
Spider-Man swung away. He was getting sick of hearing that voice. One of these days, he was going to take down that thing himself.
Sadly, there were no crimes he found to take his mind off of it. He sighed. This was New York. There were supposed to be crimes everywhere. It was like the world was just working harder to make his life suck.
"Might as well just head on home," he said, making a slingshot, shooting himself when he was far enough. He landed behind the building, which was fine, since he was just going to crawl in through his window.
He crawled in and fell onto his bed. It took him about an hour to go to sleep, but eventually, he did go to sleep.
~Now would be the time to change the song to something like Revelations by Danny Elfman~
Peter woke up the next morning at 10:42 AM. He got out of his bed, and entered the living room. In there was Mr. Stark, who said "Well, look who it is!" Peter sat down on the couch and Mr. Stark asked "Hey, why did you wake up so late today?"
Peter didn't answer. Mr. Stark took out his cell phone. "Did it have anything to do with a bank robbery?" he said, showing a news article that talked about the night before. Peter groaned and went up to the pantry to get a pop-tart. "Come on, kid, talk to me here," Mr. Stark said, a bit frustrated.
"So I stopped a robbery and car chase," Peter said, "it's not a big deal."
"It is when you were supposed to be asleep."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Kid," Mr. Stark said, "listen, I know you like being Spider-Man, but you can't just patrol in the middle of the night."
Peter scoffed. "Why not?"
"Because you're supposed to be asleep, I just mentioned that."
Peter rolled his eyes and started walking off with his pop-tarts. "Where are you going?" Mr. Stark asked.
"To my room," Peter said, also grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it. Mr. Stark made noises of frustration. "You're being a real piece of shit today, kid!"
"Alright," Peter said over his shoulder. He went back to his room and closed the door. He laid down on his bed and took another bite out of his apple. He pulled out his phone and checked what was going on. It probably wasn't the best move, because then he saw how much the world hated him. People were sending out multiple tweets that had petitions to either have him unmasked, have an arrest warrant for him, or even have him dead. At least that one seemed like the least popular choice out of the three.
Still, seeing the petitions were enough to get him mad. More people than he'd like to were signing them. In a fit of rage, he ripped a LEGO X-Wing from the string it was hanging from on the ceiling and threw it at the wall. On impact, it shattered into pieces. He picked up some of his books from the side of his desk and threw them at the wall. He picked up some old web shooters and threw them as hard as he could. They broke just like the X-Wing. Into pieces that fell onto the floor. His door creaked open, and he heard someone ask "Peter, are you okay?"
He looked up. It was Wanda. "Yeah," he said, looking back down. "I'm great."
She saw the things that were thrown at the wall and then the phone he had on his bed. "It's your adoring public, isn't it?"
Peter snickered. "Yeah. If you can call them that."
She walked into his room and sat down on his bed with him. "Are you alright?"
He laughed a little. "I wonder."
She nodded a little and said "Peter, listen, you shouldn't care what they think."
"Yeah, why would I care what they think?" Peter said sarcastically. "They're only the people I'm trying to help."
"Other people's opinions don't matter. Only your own."
Peter shook his head, still not looking at her. She decided to give him some time and got up, walking to the door. Suddenly, she screamed in pain.
Peter looked up a bit. "You okay?"
She looked at him, clearly upset with him. She held up a LEGO brick. "I stepped on one of your stupid LEGOs!"
"You didn't think they were so stupid until you stepped on them."
She got up and didn't say anything to him as she walked out. He laughed a little. At least that was a bit entertaining.
Ah, LEGOs. The archenemy of human feet.
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