Spiderman hero of canterlot
by
neztro
Chapter 8: The Funeral Of Benjamin Parker
AN:
alright everyone I have for you the last chapter of the first half of this arc. The first half was meant to be an origin story for Peter and now the second half will deal with Peter fighting the vulture. So please I know I ask this a lot but comment if you have something to say and I will write more motivated.
No rain fell on the day of Bens funeral.
Peter sat next to his crying aunt garbed in a black suit. He patted the griefing widows back never taking his eyes off the casket in front of him. In it lied Ben, his arms folded and his face frozen into a permanent sad look on his face.
How could I be so selfish. If I had caught that robber then uncle Ben would still be alive. The boy lowered his head and let the preachers sermon go in the background.
How am I gonna take down a gun runner who has evaded the law for the last three years. The boy didn't even know who the vulture actually was and even if he did how would he bring him in.
Peter felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "Trixie is sorry for your loss," Trixies voice whispered in his ear.
Peter whelped then turned to see Trixie seated behind him with a frown on her face.
The boy composed himself, clearing his throat."Trixie, what are you doing here?"
"Trixie is paying her respects to a man whom had helped her carry her stuff on more then one occasion and gave her advice when she needed it." she still spoke with that haughty tone but there was a tinge of hesitation.
"in that case, thank you for coming. There are more people here then I expected."
Peter looked around and saw the bleachers filled with the citizens of canterlot whom Ben had helped. He always did have a way of making friends wherever he went.
"The great and powerful Trixie does not forget those who help her." Trixie beamed but immediately frowned turning her gaze to Peter. "Are you doing okay, Peter?"
She spoke sweetly and Peter could feel the tears coming.
"I'm fine."
Trixie took her hand from Peter.
"The great and powerful Trixie would like to offer you assistance in any form when a need arises." She spoke in her high and mighty tone.
Peter couldn't help but smile. "you know, Trixie, you're the only person from school who came to this funeral and your the only one who chooses to interact with me… why are you so nice to me?"
Trixie taken aback, blushed. Choosing not to meet Peters eyes. "The great and powerful Trixie is not very well liked at school."
"Well, I like you." Peter replied, oblivious of the blue skinned girls flustered behavior.
"The great and powerful Trixie has noticed that you do not treat her with disdain nor do you act as If Trixie's claims are wrong. So she has decided to accept your offer of friendship and to make a counter offer."
"Im listening?"
"Be my assistant for magic shows." she whispered.
Peter nodded his head. "I accept."
"Thank you, I was worried you would be angry at Trixie for bringing this up at your uncles funeral."
Peter shook his head, "I could never be angry with you Trixie."
the two teens look into each others eyes both taking a blush. Their faces burning and their gaze mystified as they bore into each others souls.
"Ahem, Trixie must be off… it seems that the service is done and she must now work on your work schedule."
"Yeah," Peter's voice took on a dreamy timbre.
Trixie walked away with the rest of the procession. The boy felt his heart beat rapidly. Once Trixie was gone the boy got up and saw his aunt standing over the hole as the gravediggers piled dirt into it.
"I'm sorry Aunt May," Peter said, placing his hand on her shoulder.
The young woman had been crying a lot as her face was wet with tears and her mascara had run down her face.
"It's not your fault Peter, I know that Uncle Ben would have it no other way. If he could die helping someone else then he would be happy with that."
a man cleared his throat catching the attention of the pair of Parkers.
The man had a brown leather jacket a black band t shirt for a metal group called the talons, and black jeans. "Excuse me, my Name is Adrian tombs and I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss."
His voice was gravelly yet he spoke with a slow and methodical tone.
"Did you know my husband?" Aunt May wiped her eyes.
"I didn't know him personally but I heard all about him from a friend. I don't know if you knew this but your husbands brother was my best friend."
"You knew Peters parents."
"I did, they saved my life in fact… it was the last thing they did before the accident. If it wasnt for the Parkers I wouldnt be here."
"Well, thank you for coming. How did you know the parkers?"
"I knew them through my work as a security officer in Hammerlabs. Old Bullet would always bring me lunch when I was working late." the man spoke in a far off tone and then turned his gaze to the hole in the ground, now filled. "He spoke highly of his brother and his son."
Adrian then turned to Peter.
"your Peter Parker, aren't you?" he asked pointing to the boy.
"I am?"
"Your taller then I remember. I'll be it that you were a baby when I last saw you. I hear that your the top of your class back in new york, i'd expect nothing less from ole bullets son." he quipped flashing a toothy grin.
"whose bullet?"
Adrian pause then snapped his fingers, "oh, that is the nickname I gave your dad. Back when he was working for Hammerlabs he would always bite the bullet for going against orders to promote safety and help people. If he wasn't so useful he'd been fired long time ago. I knew the type of man your father was on the day I lost my wife and kid."
"Can you tell me about that?"
"Peter, let's not bring up a painful memory like that, today."
"No it's okay ma'am. I don't mind. I was a bad guy back when I worked for Hammer, spending All my money on booze and gambling but when I met ole bullet he saw something that I didn't. He talked with me and despite me pushing him away, he never gave up on me. One day I found the girl of my dreams and bullet helped me woo her. I was gonna make bullet the godfather to my child but during the birthing prophecy both her and my wife died and who was there to make sure I didn't fall but bullet. Your father was a hero Peter… he saved me from myself and I guess that it runs in the family because your uncle did the same."
May wiped more tears from her eyes. "Yep, that sounds like Ben's family."
Peter felt something off about Adrian when he looked at May, the way he shifted uncomfortable when she cried about Ben. The boy then felt his danger sense go off and while Adrian reached into his jacket Peter saw it at his hip… a firearm… the same kind the vulture sells.
"Here miss, if you or nephew need anything let me know." he handed aunt May a card and Peter took it.
The card was Adrian's phone number and address.
"Don't be afraid to use it."
Peter narrowed his eyes. He knew now that Adrian was the closest thing he had to a lead on the vulture.
"Don't worry tombs, we'll see each other again."
the man nodded his head then turned again.
I'll see you again AdrianTombs… real soon.
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