"BRRIINNG!!"An alarm clock blared in a medium sized room of a young boy who was no older than ten years old. Hazel brown eyes opened up from the sound the alarm clock was making forcing the boy to hit the snooze button.
The boy took the glasses resting near the clock and rested them on his face, glad he no longer saw only blurs.
"PETER WAKE UP! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR THAT FIELD TRIP!" Peter's face split into a wide grin and he immediately jumped out of bed only for his legs to get tangled up in his bedsheets and face plant on the floor causing a thud.
"Ow." Peter groaned in pain, the boy heard his bedroom door open revealing the face of an old man with shockingly bright white hair and prominent wrinkles.
"Stop fooling around slugger or you're going to be late." the old man chuckled lightly at the boy who struggled to stand up for a moment.
"Sorry Uncle Ben." Peter muttered to his uncle with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
"Are you boys and girl ready for some delicious breakfast?" an older woman with wrinkles layering her face with dull brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses and grey hair tied into a tight bun asked the duo as they came down from upstairs setting down two plates of bacon, eggs and hashbrowns.
" "Can't wait, May!" " "YES!!" they told her at the exact same time causing the woman to laugh slightly.
"I swear you two get more alike with every passing day!" she exclaimed to the duo with a bright smile, "At least I have one unique person in this house." she petted the young girl sitting beside her brother, smoothing down her messing auburn hair and kissed her forehead causing the young girl to giggle and her blue eyes to light up in joy.
Peter began digging into his plate like a wild beast but stopped in the middle of his bite at the look his Aunt was giving him, the boy quickly swallowed his food and sat down his utensils and folded his hands in front of him smiling innocently at the woman.
"sometimes...I wonder Peter if you really aren't Ben's son with how you act sometimes." she told the boy as her eyes slid towards her husband who was ravaging his plate but stopped at the look she was giving him.
He then swallowed his food and sat down his utensils and folded his hands smiling at the love of his life with an even more innocent smile than Peter, which was amazing since Peter was ten years old and oozed innocence.
May rolled her eyes at her boys and sat down her own plate, "Let's say grace; Teresa it's your turn." the eight year old girl blinked and nodded with a happy smile.
"I'll see you later, okay Pete, Teresa?" Ben told the young duo as he parked outside Midtown elementary school.
"Okay Ben! love you!" "Love you!!" the siblings exclaimed to the man hugging him tightly as he tussled their locks gently.
After a few moments Peter broke the hug and climbed out of the car running towards the school with a huge smile on his face, Teresa heading in a different direction.
After scanning the school for a few moments he saw his three best friends; Harry Osborn-- a curly brown haired boy with freckles decorating his pale face and almost toxic green eyes.
Gwen Stacy-- a blonde haired girl that came to her shoulders and sapphire blue eyes that seemed to almost glow even when behind her thick glasses.
And finally Mary Jane Watson-- a natural red haired girl with almost unnaturally perfect skin and emerald eyes that sparkled when hit with the light of the sun.
A grin split his face," "PETER!" " The two girls screamed in unison once they saw the boy and began running towards him and knowing what was about to happen Peter braced himself and felt two bodies bodyed into him seemingly trying to squeeze the life out of him.
"What's up girls." he greeted with a slight wezz as Harry walked towards the trio with a lazy seemingly arrogant smile plastered on his face.
"You know-- I'm starting to feel like a fourth wheel. You greet me with casual hellos and Mr.Parker here gets tackled to the ground with large amounts of affection… I'm starting to think you don't like me as much." Harry told the girls who glared at him slightly with the weight of a dozen angry women.
Peter thought it was cute, Harry didn't feel the same way.
Harry took a step back with fear, "Or maybe I should just shut my mouth." Both girls nodded their heads in agreement.
Both girls got off the brunette and offered the boy a hand who immediately took the offered hands and got back up. "So Pete, how do you feel about finally visiting my father's company?" the brown haired boy asked his friend.
"Dude...I honestly can't wait! I've always wanted to see all the cool new discoveries Oscorp has made to better mankind." Peter gushed to his friends causing all three to giggle In amusement. "It's going to be awesome!!" The three of them with the rest of their glass waited for their teacher to finish attendance.
"Okay students, it's time to board the bus, we will be leaving in five minutes!" A raven haired teacher exclaimed to the surrounding students and Peter squealed in excitement.
Peter looked around him with awe etched into his face as he pushed his glasses back against his eyes standing next to his three best friends.
He was finally within Oscorp-- The number one company in stem cell research, clean energy and several other scientific disciplines not even the likes of Stark industries could compete with.
"Kill me please." Harry muttered to himself as he looked around his father's company but crumpled into himself when his red headed friend elbowed him in the ribs.
"Don't joke like that, Osborn." she told the boy with a cold stare causing the brunette to nod rapidly in reply.
"This is the best day of my life." Peter stated as he walked following the tour guide while M.J, Gwen and Harry stayed close to him.
"How did I become friends with such nerd." Harry silently asked himself but for a second time that day he felt pain in his stomach but instead of it being the fiery redhead it was his blonde, glasses wearing friend who gave him a look that would one day become the fiercest glare he would ever experience.
"God! Is this pick on Harry day!" he exclaimed to the girl who glared harder.
After a few seconds the boy broke like a loose sandwich. "I'm sorry, okay! You know I love him, it's just...he's a huge nerd! Even Dr.Octavius isn't as bad as him!" he tried to defend himself.
As he looked towards the blond he didn't notice his best and only male friend threw an arm around his shoulder. "I love you too buddy!" he exclaimed at the boy with a large smile on his face.
Harry's face lit up cherry red like a christmas tree "So yo...you heard all that?" Peter lifted an eyebrow at the boy.
"Har, you were standing three feet away from me and you were yelling… of course I heard you, you doofus!" he told the boy who winced and slapped the back of his head.
"sorry." he muttered, Peter once again raised an eyebrow but much higher at the apology.
"For what? Telling the truth." he chuckled lightly. "Har, I'm a future Nobel Prize Winner and you're a future NFL football star-- I also, sometimes wonder how we became friends too!" The heir to the Osborn fortune smiled widely at his friend.
Gwen sighed watching the two boys laugh with each other, "They're hopeless aren't they?" Mary Jane asked, standing next to the blonde.
"Yep." she confirmed her suspicions without a second's hesitation causing the red head to sigh heavily.
Peter couldn't believe how many cool and exciting inventions were being developed or how many scientific discoveries were being researched. The burnette truly and utterly loved every single second of this field trip and wished it would never end.
But like all good things it had too, "Now students I want to show you one of Oscorps prized studies on genetic modification!" the tour guide exclaimed with false excitement.
The woman wearing a black dress suit pointed towards a display of fifteen clear boxes that each had one spider crawling around them… except one. "Each of these boxes has 'fifteen' genetically modified super spiders." she began explaining to the group.
But before she could get far a latin girl with raven black hair and chocolate brown eyes with, in Peter's opinion, a cute button nose called out. "um...ma'am? There's only fourteen." she told the woman who looked in surprise and soon saw the empty cage.
"Oh? One of the scientists must have taken it for study." she told the girl and by proxy the room, "Makes sense that specific spider is our prized possession, unlike the other fourteen which had been spliced with one or two other species, that one is the only creature that survived being spliced with twenty different other species, gaining all their best attributes." she explained to the room. "With that spider and the data we gain from it Oscorp might seriously be able to cure any and all genetic anomalies in humans!" she exclaimed in genuine excitement.
Peter himself, eyes widened at that prospect and squealed at his three friends who slowly backed away from the boy. "That's amazing!!" he exclaimed, getting a smile from the tour guide and laughter from his peers.
"Of course Peker Parker would spaz out!" A tall boy, with medium length blonde hair and light blue eyes exclaimed getting loud laughter from his classmates, glares from the nerd's three best friends and a roll of Peter's eyes.
"Real mature 'Flash'! " Peter bit back getting snickers from his friends and a blush from Flash himself.
"I was four years old!" he screamed at the boy as he grabbed his collar. "I am sure everyone at that age runs around nude!" he exclaimed at the boy and pushed him on the ground getting a cry of pain from Peter as his skull hit the ground.
"Mr. Thompson!" Their teacher yelled at the boy as Harry quickly helped the brown haired boy up.
As Peter was hauled up he began seeing the room spin causing his stomach to do flips, he quickly covered his mouth but that didn't stop him from throwing up all over himself.
"Oh God Mr.Parker!" His teacher exclaimed, ignoring her students cruel laughter and immediately moved back along with everyone else except Harry who kept ahold of him, "Mr.Osborn please take Mr.Parker to the nearest bathroom and help clean him up." she asked the brunette who nodded and guided his friend to the restroom.
As Harry entered the bathroom he gently led his friend to the ground against a nearby wall and took off his shirt revealing his pronounced ribs. He then headed towards the sink to rinse the shirt out of it's brown puke.
As Peter closed his eyes trying to rub the pain out of him he nor Harry noticed a small blue spider with red spots over it's back, slowly crawling from the ceiling along the wall that Peter leaned on.
It slowly went down and it eventually was level to Peter's neck, it jumped onto his neck and not even a second later bit him.
"Agh!" he grunted in pain as smashed the arachnid killing it. As he looked at it's gut covering hand he immediately rubbed it off on the nearby wall.
"You okay Pete?" Harry asked his disoriented friend who nodded and felt his eyes close in sleepiness. "Hey, don't sleep! Okay! You might have a concussion." he told the boy who nodded and tried to keep his eyes open.
Harry wringed Peter's shirt over the sink until it was semi dry and laid it on the next sink, he then took a few paper towel sheets and raised them with water and walked over to his friend, he crouched down and wiped the vomit off his mouth and neck until he was clean.
He then threw them away and quickly grabbed Peter's shirt and put it on the boy and helped him up to his feet and helped him out of the bathroom towards the waiting group.
"Mr. Osborn, how is Mr.Parker?" The teacher asked in worry as the rest of the class looked bored except for M.J and Gwen who quickly stood by Peter's side.
"I'm pretty sure he has a concussion, he can't seem to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds and he can't walk without my help." he told the teacher whose worry doubled.
"Okay I'm going to call his Uncle and Mr. Thompson detention for two months and expect a call to your parents." he told the blonde who closed his eyes at the news, as the teacher stepped away from the group.
Peter's head rolled to the side towards Gwen who bit her lip in worry, "Your very pretty when you bite your lip." he said to the girl who blushed in surprise, causing Harry to laugh with M.J and many other students.
Peter looked towards the red haired girl and smiled brightly. "You're pretty too, especially when you laugh. How did I become friends with such pretty girls." M.J's own face began to blush alongside Gwen's as Harry laughter increased.
"Dang Pete, I didn't know you were such a ladies man!" Harry stated with laughter.
"Yeah right! Puny Parker would probably have to pay someone to be with him." a blond girl with dark blue eyes and an angular face stated in a high pitched nasally voice, causing many students to chuckle but Peter to groan in pain.
"Dear God Sally! Why does your voice sound like two baboon monkeys having rough, painful anal sex." Peter stated as he covered his ears in pain, wondering why her voice sounded so loud, like she was talking with a bull horn.
Silence occupied the area until everyone busted out in laughter at the insult, while Sally herself face burned with anger and shame.
As his eyes opened slightly he saw everything was blurry behind his glasses causing the boy to groan at the sight.
"Okay, come on, students, let's head back to the entrance!" their teacher exclaimed and calmly walked in front of them to guide them back to the bus and Peter to his speeding Uncle.
Ben carefully carried the sleeping Peter towards his room unaware that he could have a concussion since his teacher only mentioned being ill.
As the man opened the boy's bedroom door he gently laid the brunette on the bed and took off his shoes and glasses, he then covered Peter in a thick blanket and left him to dream.
A couple hours later Peter open his eyes with grogginess and confusion as his face was inches away from the ceiling after a moment his eyes widen and he fell back towards his bed,"HEY ALEX HOW ARE YOU?!?!" Peter's eyes widened in painful surprise and he slammed the palm of his hands over his ears in agony wondering how someone was screaming in his ears.
"BITCH FUCK YOU!!" "HENRY OLD BUDDY!!" "YES!!! YES!! HARDER MAXXXXXXX!!!!!!" Peter could hear dozens of voices enter his painfully ringing ears.
His head swung around his room wondering where all the people's voices were coming from but his vision was all weird, he… Peter didn't know how to describe it, it was like he was seeing whole new colors, everything was so incredibly clear… it was like his twenty/ hundred and fifty vision corrected itself, actually his vision seemed to be beyond perfect, almost superhuman. It was giving him a huge migraine.
Peter screwed his eyes shut and after several seconds his stomach began to feel bloated and he rolled out of bed, hitting the carpeted ground blanketless and immediately began losing his shit.
His skin felt like it was being poked with hundreds of thousands of needles and the ground felt like it was shaking slightly, he slowly got up and quickly became disoriented and tired walking to his bathroom door.
Once he got there he removed his left hand from his ear but immediately slammed it back on after hundreds of voices flooded his ears.
Peter took several moments to gather his courage and prepare himself for the pain he was about to inflict onto himself and quickly grabbed the handle of his bathroom door but much to his surprise, it crumpled in his hand like tissue paper and like the voices were never there they stopped.
"What is happening to me?" the brunette muttered to himself as he looked towards the crumpled metal handle.
Ben whistled to himself as he cooked his nephew's favorite meal; spaghetti and meatballs. "Uncle Ben?!?!'' The grey haired man's eyes widened at his nephew's screaming panicked voice and he immediately ran up the stairs and almost kicked Peter's door down.
As he entered the room he saw blood running down his nephew's ears and bounded towards him and checked the small boy's apparent injury, "Pete what happened?" he softly asked the boy who seemed to be holding in his tears.
"I..I...I don't know!! I woke up and was on the ceiling and then I fell down and it felt like my eyes were burning, and I could see so many colors, colors that I've never seen before!! and then I could hear voices that were 'so' loud that it felt like my head was going to explode!!" he hugged his uncle gently, the crumpled bathroom handle still clear in his mind. "Then I tried to go to the bathroom but I crushed the handle in my hand!!" Fat tears ran down the boy's cheeks.
"Ben what's happening to me?!?" he screamed in the man's chest who couldn't believe what his nephew told him.
He looked towards the floor and saw the handle his boy was talking about crumpled into a small ball, he silently picked it up and felt the weight in his hands. "Let's go get some ice cream." he stated getting a confused hum from Peter.
"Come on Pete! let's go get some ice cream... and we'll… we'll talk about this." Peter felt hestaintion enter him but prompt shook it off and silently nodded his head in agreement and softly as he could grabbed his uncle's hand.
"Can I get Sherbert?" Peter asked and his Uncle laughed and nodded in agreement.
Peter sat opposite of his Uncle in their favorite Ice-Cream shop simply called Drake's.
The brunette licked his multi flavored cone as he stared at his Uncle who was licking some vanilla ice cream. "Uncle Ben, I'm A freak?" the boy asked with a small frown causing the man to sigh and stop eating his cone.
"Why would you ever think you were a freak Pete?" Ben gently asked the boy.
"Because I can hear Mr.Drake in the back arguing with his wife about his son's declining grades on the phone, because I can see the wrinkles on the man's suit who's walking on the sidewalk from across the street, because early in the morning, I sticked onto the ceiling like a bug and crumpled a piece of solid metal in my hand like it was tissue paper." Peter listed all the reasons he thought he was a freak with a listless voice.
"Oh, Pete… you're not a freak or anything like that… you're just different now...you're...you're like Captain America!" Peter's eyes lighten slightly at the comparison. "He..was special like you." Ben took a deep, calming breath, "And like me." Peter's eyes widened as he saw his Uncle's eyes turn bright green, blue, orange and then red before returning to its normal color.
"We-- you and I are what the world would call Mutants." Peter jaw dropped, "We have a special gene called the "X-Factor" which is usually activated during puberty, of course it can happen sooner." he gestured to the brunette. "This is normal Peter, and there is nothing to be afraid of." the young boy nodded.
"Was...was dad a mutant?" Peter hesitantly asked and Ben property shook his head and the boy slumped.
"What's the long face?" Ben chuckled, "So what if your dad wasn't like us, you still share his eyes, his chin, his love of science and most importantly his heart." he tapped the boy on his chest causing him to smile.
"Does.. Aunt May know?" the young boy asked and the older man froze for half a moment.
"No she...she doesn't." Ben admitted, "You have to understand something Peter Mutants weren't always so...hidden. When I was a few years older then you are now, Mutants were known everywhere and they weren't very well liked." Peter's eyes scrunched up. "People were afraid of people like us, of what we could do and what have I always told you about fear.." Peter thought about it for a moment.
"We fear what we don't understand and if our fear festers too long it becomes resentment and that resentment will become hate." Ben nodded and Peter knew what his Uncle was trying to tell him. "People hated us? Did… does aunt May hate us?" Peter asked with horror.
Ben shook his head, "No Peter, not anymore but as a young woman just entering adulthood the media and her parents put a lot of.. .ideas in her head that took her a while to escape from. I know in my heart that if we told her she would still love and accept us completely." Peter nodded.
"Do..do you think Teresa could be a Mutant?" Ben shrugged at the idea and lifted his hand and shaked it side to side.
"It's fifty-fifty Peter." The older man told the boy, "Teresa could very well have the X-Gene but we won't possibly know for years, so it's best not think about it." Peter nodded hesitantly in understanding.
"Besides that Peter, we need to discuss the best course of action for you, I remember when I first gained my powers, It was a scary time and it took me years to get a full grasp on them and with how your powers seem more physically based there is a good chance you might hurt yourself or someone else. That's why… I think sending you off to a school for people like us, where you can learn to hone your gifts in a safe environment, surrounded by kids your age going through the exact same situation as you might be for the best." Peter opened his mouth to argue, not wanting to be sent away from his family and friends just because of his powers.
Ben raised his hand to stop the boy before he could start, "Before you say anything just… give it a chance, take a look around and see what they have to offer and by the end of it all, if you still don't want to go then we'll find other alternatives to training and keeping you safe." The brunette took several moments to think about it and nodded. "Good now let's get home slugger, your Aunt and sister must be worried about you."
The next morning Peter gobbled down what felt like a bucket of eggs and sausage, "Wow big brother, when did you grow a second stomach?" Teresa giggled at her sibling's action, who side eyed her as Ben scrapped another filling of food on his plate.
"Ben!! I think that's enough." May stated to the older man with a pointed glare while casting her nephew with a worried filled one, "That's his eighth plate." Ben waved the woman's concern off.
"It's fine, May! He's a growing boy!" Peter nodded with his Uncle as his stomach began eating itself. "Here, one more serving and then we'll go." he told the young boy.
"Where are you guys going?" Teresa asked with a tilt of her head.
"I'm taking your brother to the museum, since he had to leave his class trip early, I thought I could make it up to him." Ben easily answered, getting a happy nod from his niece.
"Can I come?" she asked with hope in her voice but Ben shook his head.
"Sorry sweetie this is a guy's hangout..." Teresa pouted at the older man, "But tomorrow You, May, Pete and I can go to Coney Island and have a blast on all the rides." A squeal of delight was released from the girl and she promptly tackled her Uncle into a hug.
"So where is this school anyway Uncle Ben?" Peter asked as he held on tightly to his uncle's hand.
"It's located in Winchester Pete and you're going to love it! It also gives me a chance to visit an old family friend." Ben grinned, "I lost touch with him a decade or so back but last I heard he's been living around the area for a while." Ben looked at his nephew and smirked. "He's like us actually." Peter's eyes widened and buzzed with excitement.
"What can he do?!" Peter exclaimed and Ben chuckled at his exuberance.
"He has a healing factor that makes him borderline immortal and has bone claws that can rip through solid steel." The older man could clearly see the awe in his nephew's eyes, "The Parker family has been friends with him for hundreds of years and today is as good as any other for you to meet him." Peter jumped up and down.
"What's his name?!" The boy asked, barely restraining himself from shaking the man who laughed joyfully at the young boy.
"James Howlett but most people just called him Lo.." Ben was knocked back slightly by a silver haired man with dull emotionless green eyes and pale wrinkled skin wearing an all back outfit with his hoodie up, he looked to be around his mid forties.
The older Parker took a moment to gather his wits and help him up when he saw a gun laying on the ground between them, the two older men looked at each other for a moment and Ben made a snap decision to grab the gun but the younger man reached it at the same time and a small struggle began, surprising Peter, who stood frozen.
As he took a small step forward to try help his Uncle a deafening noise sounded around the area, "BAAANNNG!!!" Peter's eyes scrunched up in agony as he covered his ears, trying to stop the ringing inside his head.
After a moment he opened his eyes and screamed at his Uncle's prone figure coughing small amounts of blood and a large dark spot on his grey t-shirt that was slowly getting large, the people around them were staring at the man in horror.
Peter rushed forward and covered the older man's wound trying to stop the bleeding, "Ben!! BEN!!" The young boy called out and the grey haired man groaned in pain.
"Peter...I...I..." tears streamed down the boy's face.
"Everything is going to be fine Uncle Ben..I..I promise!! So...just..just stay with me please!!" he screamed and the fear in his heart grew as Peter could feel the man's heart slowing down. "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!" The brunette screamed, not noticing that some of the people looked at each other with hestaintion while others took out their phones with nervous fingers realizing that nobody had called for help in all this time.
"Pe..pet...Pete..r.." Ben coughed, staining his white beard red, "Remember...i...lo...love you...and..and May and...esa...and...and...and..." Ben's speech began to slur heavily.
"Save your strength Ben, please!!" Peter begged but the older man ignored him and reached his bloody fingers to wipe the tears out of Peter's eyes marking his face red.
"...member... my... ssons..." Peter screamed in agony as his Uncle's heart stopped.
It took Peter several moments to realize he needed to give his uncle CPR, he climbed onto his Uncle's torso using his left leg to keep pressure on the wound and tried pumping his chest but as soon as he did, he heard several of his uncle's rib break and immediately knew he used too much of his strength and had to consciously hold back a lot as he continued or risk caving in Ben's entire torso.
"DID SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE?!?!" Peter screamed to the crowd who surrounded the two of them.
"um...yEs I did!! they'll be here in a minute or so!!" Peter nodded and focused on his breathing, wincing as he kept hearing little cracks he was causing to his Uncle's ribs and ignored the speckles of blood flying onto his face from his uncle's mouth.
Peter sat beside a policeman's desk, the blood washed from his face and hands, deaf to the world. "PETER?!?!" his grey haired, tear streaked Aunt ran into the police station with his little sister and they both tackled him into a hug.
"Oh Peter I'm so so so sorry!!!" Peter's eyes began to water, "Oh God!" she wailed into the boy's prone almost lifeless form, Peter looked down for a moment and saw his sobbing sister holding his hand tightly.
four weeks passed and Peter had been struggling to find the will to get out of bed, the boy had gotten taller as the weeks passed and skinner as he had almost stopped eating all together. "Peter...Peter you have to get up..to..today Ben's funeral." His aunt's tight voice sounded through his door.
"...Okay May." Peter responded after a few moments.
"I...I love you Peter." Peter could hear light footsteps walking down the house's staircase.
"Love you to May." the ten year old muttered into his pillow.
Peter held onto his little sister's hand as they listened to the Minster speak of their Uncle, he heard his Aunt's weeping and closed his eyes in silent anguish.
"Would anyone like to say a few words?" The balding pale Minister asked with his light blue eyes looking out to the church.
Several hands raised up and one by one each took the stage to talk about the kind of man Benjamin Franklin Parker was and after almost an hour May began to speak the final words for the evening. "Thank you Minister Lanton." the older man nodded.
"Ben… my… my dear Ben; what can I say about the man except… that he was the love of my life." She began patting down her slightly wrinkled black dress, " He was kind, generous and gentle. He always 'Always' did the right thing even when everyone else would have walked away… it's part of the reason I fell in love with him." tears began streaming down her wrinkled face. "And that's why he's not here today." she sobbed into the microphone.
"Benjamin Parker lived by a simple code, a code his brother, his father, his great grandfather and all the way back to a very long ago, that with Great Power there must come Great Responsibility-- he... helped so many people during his service in the army and as a cop of NYPD. Ben was an example to live by, to emulate. He never asked for anything but for the good health of everyone and I know I will spend the rest of my days trying and failing to be half the person my dear husband Benjamin Franklin Parker was." Peter felt tears run down his pink cheeks as he listened to his aunt's speech.
Peter sat in the middle of the attic hours after the funeral stripped of his suit jacket and tie looking at the pack boxes that belonged to his uncle. He sat in silence wondering why he didn't stay with his aunt and sister with the Watson's.
He began looking through several boxes, seeing old clothes and picture albums. He spent hours going through all of Ben's old stuff silently crying at the loss of the man who meant everything to him.
As Peter looked at the time he saw that midnight was fast approaching and decided to call it a night and head to bed.
"Peter...I...I think it's time to go back to school." The brunette looked at his aging aunt who looked down. "You've missed four weeks and...and it's time to continue on with life." Peter himself looked down while both Teresa and May looked at him.
"Okay." he simply replied and left the table to get ready for school, surprising both girls with how fast he agreed.
"Pe.." May tried calling down the boy but lost her voice and looked down at her plate as Teresa pushed around her food.
"Um...he...hey Peter!" Harry greeted the brunette, "Ho...how are you?" he asked the boy with hesitation.
"I'm...doing better..than yesterday." Peter stated getting a grimace from the Osborn.
"The service was beautiful Pete, especially your Aunt's speech… it was… beautiful." Harry told his best friend who nodded in agreement.
"Yeah." Peter replied. "So ready for english?" Harry nodded in confirmation. "Good."
Peter sat together with M.J, Gwen and Harry in awkward silence as they ate their lunch. "So Peter do...do you want to hang out today?" Gwen asked the boy who shook his head.
"No. I'm...going home and catch up on all my missed work." Peter replied, getting frowns from his three best friends.
"Oh..ok." Gwen looked down. "Maybe we can help!" She exclaimed looking back up to the boy as he stared out one of the cafeteria windows, "We can do one of our group study sessions and help you finish all the stuff you missed." the three friends grinned at the idea.
"Nah, it's fine." Peter responded not looking at them and missing the sad frowns the three quickly adopted after his dismissive tone, "I just need to concentrate and I can knock most of it out in one afternoon."
The blonde rubbed a stray tear out of her eye,"O..k Peter, I guess we'll see you tomorrow." Gwen stated.
Peter walked down the steps of his elementary school and took out his new/used phone that once belonged to Uncle and saw that Aunt May couldn't pick him up for some reason and he needed to get a ride from Mrs. Watson or Mr.Stacy.
The brunette looked at the two adults his aunt mentioned as they greeted their children and shook his head and decided he would just walk home, he didn't need the pity looks from everyone. He quickly found his sister and told her did get a ride from one of her friends.
"Maybe we can walk together, big brother? I mean we haven't...um.." Teresa looked down for a moment, her cheeks coloring red, " We haven't talked in a while and..." Teresa looked at her barely paying attention brother who seemed to be spacing out, "I miss you." she mumbled.
"We can talk when I get home, I just need some time alone." Peter told his younger sister who looked down towards the floor in slight grief, her brother kissed her crown and hugged her tightly. "I miss you too and I love you more." he whispered to the girl who smiled and hugged him tightly back.
"I'll see you in a couple hours!" Peter stated as he released the girl and walked away, keeping a tight handle on his backpack straps.
An hour later he heard a slight gasp and a thunk of somebody hitting a wall roughly causing a whimper of some kind. "Be quiet baby and I promise this won't hurt much..." Peter's eyes widened and without thinking began running as fast as he could towards the sound.
"Please, please...don't." a small feminine voice begged as Peter heard a sound of a zipper being pulled down and a button being popped open.
Peter bounced between two ally walls and a moment later he saw a large man squishing a woman against a wall, her black skirt lifted over her butt and a pair of white panties around one of her ankles, his lower appendage out and about to violate the woman any moment.
But before he could commit the act Peter crashed into the large man releasing the woman from his hold and knocking him into the ground roughly. "WHAT THE FUC..." before he could finish the sentence Peter punched the would-be rapist, knocking him out and shattering his nose.
Peter breathed heavily looking in disgust at the half dressed man and hesitantly looked at the brown haired woman who was kneeling on the ground sobbing into her tan hands. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Peter didn't know what to say, he didn't say anything.
Peter didn't go home, he couldn't. He had too much on his mind. So he decided to go talk to the one person who always seemed to have the answers to his problems.
"Hey...Ben." The brown eyed ten year old stood in front of his Uncle's grave, "I...I did something good today, something you would be proud of and something you would have done." Silence was the only response he received from the man.
"It...felt amazing helping that woman and for the first time in weeks it feels like I can finally breathe again..." tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, "I want to do it again, I want to help someone again, save them and… and with my powers I think I can help a lot people… like you did." Peter stared at the grey grave and smiled slightly.
"I'll make you proud, I swear to God I will." Peter whipped away his tears before they fell down his face.
Peter had spent the entire next day after school at an abandoned warehouse to finally test out his powers. He first walked up to an old generator and lifted it over his head and lifted it up and down a few times. He released his hand from the large generator and after a few moments balanced the entire thing on his pointer finger. "Well I'm really really strong." Peter nodded to himself and dropped the thing causing a large crack to form under it.
After a few moments of thought he crouched down letting his butt touch the ground and then leaped all the way to the ceiling that was about thirty feet away from the floor and caused a slight dent as he stuck to the surface.
Peter then began crawling across the ceiling and after a solid minute flipped off the surface and grabbed a metal chain that was hanging next to him and swung across the warehouse. "WOOHOO!!'' The brunette screamed in joy and leaped towards another chain and then another swinging around the building and after several moments jumped down hitting the ground with a large grin. 'I...have an idea.' He spent the rest of the day making blueprints for his idea and possible chemical formulas for his possible invention.
The following day Peter went to one of New York City's garbage dumps collecting old VCR and DVD players,old computer systems from at least a decade ago and several other parts that would help him with his project.
He dragged the parts to his house and down to the basement, grabbing an advanced chemistry set from his room and began working; he disassembled all the used and abused equipment using his uncle's tools and re-purpose them using the blueprints he made.
Peter could add superhuman stamina to his list of powers as he hadn't slept for several days but still felt he could go on.
After a hundred and twenty eight failed attempts he had finally, finally managed to make what he would call 'Web Shooter'; two large circular metal wrist warmers and a super glue like substance that dried instantly when exposed to the air and could stretch large lengths which took him as many attempts to get right as the web shooters.
From his initial test it was incredibly strong and actually took him great effort to tear, he was more likely to break the thing it was attached to than the actual substance from how sticky it was.
Now all he had to do was fill the empty cartridges he made with the remaining web fluid and begin the real test.
Peter stood on the ledge of a vertigo inducing building, the brunette adjusted his web shooters and took a deep breath as he drew up his blue hoodie. "Okay Peter, you can do this. You. Can. Do. This!" the young boy psyched himself up and almost threw up as he saw how far away he was from the ground.
Peter pushed himself away from the ledge in a panic and clutched his chest, "Can't do this, can'tdothis." Peter shook his head with mind numbing fear. "What on God's green earth I'm I doing?! I was about to jump off a fucking building!!" Peter stood up and walked towards the door that led to the staircase.
As he reached for the handle a small memory entered his mind.
/A five year old Peter trembled on his bike as a slightly amused Ben Parker stood behind him holding onto his shoulders while they both stared at the empty sidewalk. "Peter, why are you shaking?" Ben asked.
"What...what if I fall?" Peter whimpered towards his smiling uncle.
"Then you get back up." Ben simply replied and chucked at the pout his nephew gave him.
"What if I don't?" Ben shook his head at the question and chuckled quietly at his nephew's question, knowing that of course he would get back up.
"Okay, what if you don't get back up? You can get off this bike right now and head back inside but then you'll never learn to ride your bike properly, you can't ride it with your friends or with your sister when she learns." Peter looked down at the thought, "You need to try Peter and maybe you'll fail but maybe...just maybe, you'll succeed and make it to the end of the street-- It's a leap of faith… so have faith in yourself and your abilities like I do." Peter nodded and took a breath and took off./
Peter let his hand fall and took a deep breath, he turned around staring out towards the New York skyline and began running, leaping off the building diving towards certain death for a few moments until he raised his wrist and pushed down on the button with his middle and ring finger firing a web that struck a corner of a building that allowed the brunette to swing through the air. "YEEEEHAAA!!!"
'I DID IT!!!!' Peter screamed internally, a grin stretching across his face.
Peter laid in his bed feeling like he was about to have an anxiety attack any minute as he focused on the declining heartbeats of his aunt and sister and once he knew they were asleep Peter got out of bed and stripped off his pajamas until he was only in his underwear.
He took out a black hoodie along with a matching pair of sweatpants and sneakers with tight white gloves and a black mask that covered the lower parts of his face that had a skull on it.
He also took out a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes and keep him from getting migraines as even when it was dark what little light there was was too bright.
"Okay, time to get to work." Peter mumbled to himself and started to get dressed.
Peter swung throughout Queen's gaining attention from the nightlife.
"What the fuck was that?!"
"Daddy?! Was that a monster!!"
"Is..is that a Mutant...I don't know how long it's been since I saw one." "Do you think they're finally coming out of hiding?"
He tried to ignore those voices and concentrate on any sounds of distress when he heard a tire pop and his head jerked to the sound of a bus skidding out of control about to run into several passersby.
He flipped in the air and shot a web at the back of the back and pulled back as his feet hit the ground stopping it in the tracks. "Hahha, Yes!!" Peter power punched the air with glee, he turned to the surrounding people "Did you see that?!" he exclaimed with excitement and saw horror filled gazes staring at him on the street and thought the bus window.
"What?" Peter asked, looking around himself in confusion.
"Are...are you a..a...a..a monster?" a young boy maybe around his sister's age asked him with a trembling tone.
"What?! No!" Peter shook his head in denial and some of the people flinched at his yelling and the younger boy stepped back and his father shielded him away from the possible threat.
"What are you?" Peter stared at the frightened woman who held her child tightly.
"I'm...just a guy who wants to help." He replied and raised his wrist to shoot a web at a nearby building and pulled with almost all his strength escaping the scene.
The young boy landed on a far off building and rubbed his eyes, "That...that could have gone better." Peter muttered to himself and hugged his knees feeling small tears gathering at his eyes remembering the fear in all those people's eyes.