The Watcher looked down to the city and saw now that there was a hero, it needed a villain. "As Peter Allen was finally becoming the hero he was meant to be, the first metahuman was being born."
In the Central City morgue, Max Dillon's body was on the examination table, covered in ash and crisp skin. But then suddenly, in the middle of the room, his body jumped to life and the electrical equipment in the room exploded.
Max raised his hand to his face and saw electricity sparking off as his body remained the same, but he noticed there was something different. As some equipment started to fall on him, he reached his hand out and electricity flew off and caught it.
Confused as hell of what happened to him, he grabbed some clothes from a bin and made his way out of the morgue. No idea what happened to him or even how he got it or why he was there.
"Max Dillon. Exposed to electrical currents and the particles accelerator to turn him into the first powered individual that Peter Allen will have to go against. He is confirmed dead as he was indeed dead when the accelerator exploded. But due to the current and accelerator, it brought him back to life." The Watcher continued to narrate as Max stumbled his way out
In a parking lot full of cars, one man was sneaking around and placed a decoder on one of them, and he opened the doors before stepping inside. He had a buzz cut, a small scar across his forehead, and a scorpion tattoo on his neck.
What he failed to notice however was the man in the back of the car.
Peter watched as the man got settled into the driver's seat and wondered how he hasn't noticed him yet. He started to try and hotwire the car while Peter just sat there and wondered how long it would take him.
Peter then cleared his throat, having enough of this, causing the thief to jump and turn around to see him.
"You know, in the future, if you're going to steal a car, don't dress like a car thief." Peter offered some advice to the man.
"What are you? Some sort of cop?" The man asked him
"Cop?" Peter questioned. "Buddy, you seriously think I'm a cop? Dressed like this in the middle of the night?" He questions as he shot a web in his face, causing the robber to freak out. "You've got a mind of a true scholar." Peter mocked the thief as he tried to get out of the car, but Peter webbed the door and closed it as soon as he opened it. "I was going more for the guys who do the luge."
The thief then began to roll down the window and crawls out.
"Oh, that's a bright idea. Go out the window." Peter agreed as the man fell out of the car and toppled on the ground as he got out. "Ouch."
The thief then looked back and saw that Peter had already made his way out of the car. He started looking around the lot for the man and found nothing.
"Crotch!" Peter cried as the man turned around just in time for Peter to jump off of the other car's hood and wrapped his legs around his neck before he spun around, sending him skidding on the ground.
The thief then got up and pulled out a Swiss Army knife. "Just let me go."
"Is that a knife?" Peter asked as he dropped to his knees in fear. "Is that a real knife?"
"Yes, it's a real knife!" The man stated.
"It's my weakness! It's small knives!" Peter cowered in fear as he shielded himself from the knife.
"Just let me go."
"Anything but knives!" Peter pleaded.
But then he quickly shot out a web and attached the man's hand to the wall of the lot. Peter then got back up with a sigh before letting his hands stumble around as he got back on his feet.
"Oh, it's just so simple." Peter groaned as he walked in a small circle.
"What the hell is this?" The man asked as he tried to pry his hand free of the webbing.
"Webbing that I developed myself," Peter informed him as he gestured to his web-shooters. "You don't really wanna know what goes into them, trust me."
"Come on, let me go!" He pleaded to Peter.
But his pleads fell to deaf ears as Peter just shot another web and hit his other hand to attach it to the wall.
"Knock it off, man!" He demanded Peter.
Peter just then fake sneezed and hits him in the crotch, causing Peter to start laughing as he cried in pain for a second.
"This isn't funny!" The man declared in annoyance.
"It is from my point of view," Peter stated.
"Come on. Help!" He cried.
Peter had enough and shot a web on his mouth, but then made it up so he could punch a hole for him to be able to breathe out of his nose. Just then he heard the police sirens coming as he turned to see a motorcycle coming up to him.
"Oh, look at our boys in blue." Peter cried as he strolled over to the cycle as the officer pulls up. "Yo, I've got him."
"Freeze, you in the tights, don't move!" The officer demands Peter.
"You serious?" Peter asked as he raised his hands in surrender. "Tights? Does it look like I'm wearing tights?"
"Who are you?" He demanded from him.
Peter sighed as he turned to the thief. "No one ever seems to grasp the concept of the mask." He then walked over to the officer who opened fire on him before Peter leaped over him and grabbed his gun.
"I just did 80 percent of your job, and that-that's how you repay me?" Peter asked as he tossed the gun away.
That's when he saw more cars were coming up for him and he ran for it. The officers all either climbed out of their cars or drive off to catch up with him.
Peter ran down the street and grabbed onto the back of a truck that he then leaped onto a delivery truck. One of the officers tried to reach for his foot, but he managed to cling to the roof before he could get him.
Peter then shoots a web and swings down under the bridge away from them all. "Hey, watch it!" He cried as he got hit into the face of a bus and rolled off the side.
Shaking it off as he dropped the web, he jumped into the air again and swung away. "Watch it! I'm swinging here!"
As he made his grand escape, the officers all looked down from the top of the bridge when George Stacy approached them with a huff.
"So, 26 or Central City's finest against one guy in a ski mask." George recapped the situation. "Do I have that right?"
Peter sneaked back home and made his way in through the window. Once he did, he sneaked downstairs to see if there was anything he could eat. All this running and swinging around makes him thirsty and hungry. Burning off so much energy.
When he did, he noticed May had fallen asleep on the couch. Sighing, Peter wondered if he had kept her up, or if she accidentally fell asleep.
When he placed a blanket over her, he noticed the bills on the coffee table. He looked over them and started to see that May needed money. She can't keep this up alone, and she needed help.
Looking on the web, searching for any way he could make any decent money for someone his age. He wondered what he could even do. He didn't have many skills outside of these powers, and he wasn't going to use those for money.
Or could he?
While searching for anything in the ads, he came across something from the newspaper outlet, the Daily Bugle.
REWARD!
FOR PHOTOS OF MASKED MAN
Peter immediately had a good idea how he could use the powers to help May and not use them for selfish needs.
Max Dillon walked down the empty street and all the cars started to go off in the area.
Strolling over to the nearest car, Max placed a hand against the hood and his hand immediately drained the car battery, just as a transformer in the area blew.
As the transformer exploded, all of the other cars in the area also began to explode and be drained.
At school, Peter wore a hoodie to keep people from seeing the bruised face he received from his run-in with the bus last night and knew it would draw too much attention for him if they noticed.
As he made his way down the hall, Gwen caught up with him and started to slowly follow him. "Hey."
Peter then noticed she was following and instinctively removed his hood. "Hey."
"Oh, my God," Gwen said when she noticed his face. "What happened to your eye?"
Peter took a second to remember his bruise and mentally hit himself for forgetting that. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a rash or something."
"It looks bad. Have you seen the nurse?" Gwen asked him.
"Yeah...?" Peter did his best to lie.
Gwen didn't seem to believe him but saw it wasn't any of her business. "Hey, do you like branzino?"
Peter didn't know how to respond as he didn't know where this conversation was going to be going. "Yeah, sure."
"Well..." Gwen took her notepad and started to scribble something down. "If you want, you can come to this address at eight tonight. My mom's making branzino."
Peter nodded as he took the paper from her. "I'll try and make it."
Gwen nodded and started to walk away before realizing something. "Oh, it's apartment SM31. I don't know why I didn't write that down."
Peter chuckled and saw he needed to make it to class, shocked that he had seemingly gotten a date with Gwen Stacy.
