chapter 2 "Sunrise"
5:42 AM New York City, New York ( United States of America)
Spring always brought a tear to Peter Parker's eye, a season of rebirth and love seemed like a higher being's way of taunting him. The George Washington bridge stood beckoning him as he swung towards the island of manhattan, its grey stones echoing the cries of lost love and deadly realizations. Years prior to now, Peter had been "cursed" with the incredible strength and agility of a spider through a freak accident. Through a series of fatal mistakes and unsaid thank you's, Peter Parker had became the amazing Spider-man. Death had always been near to the hero at every corner, it had beckoned to him a sweet rest from his responsibility or to echo that his life was a solitary one. The death of his uncle Ben had caused him to travel down this road of redemption, his sweet kind-hearted uncle had paid the price for Peter not adhearing to Ben's own words "With Great Power Comes Great Respondsibilty". A tear came down Peter's right eye as he let go of the web strand that had carried him thus far and plummeted towards the oncoming bridge traffic. A few gwaking kids cheered as the red and blue costumed hero swung by their parent's car as the family trip to New York was being completed. i wish i could be like them.....be free again, it felt so good back then Peter thought to himself as he shot a short web line to bring him onto a city bus's roof, riding the bus for a few mintues until morning traffic caused the grey and green bus to stop. Taking the cue, Peter shot a strand of organic webbing towards his destination and swung away as people in the stopped traffic bellowed cheers, boo's and comments at their friendly neighborhood spider-man. Not many people knew Spider-man's reason for visiting the George Washington bridge in early April, not many people ever realised Spider-man's tragic true connection to the death of Gwen Stacy but those who did understood peter's obbsesion with this place. two years prior, Peter had lost his first real love to the evil twisted mind of Norman Osborn. Osborn had gone insane and became the Green Goblin, He had decided early on in his evil career that young Spider-man deserved to pay for interfering with the evil one's plans. After numerous battles, both hero and villan had been revealed to their respected opponent, and the ultimate revenge had been at hand. One rainy, dark april night, The Green Goblin had kidnapped Gwen and brought her to the very bridge that Peter stood on. Osborn had taunted Peter as he tortured the blonde haired love with death and when Norman had finally let Gwen Stacy fall, Even spider-man's agility, strength and experience could not save her. He had snagged her with a web line before she had come anywhere the bottom of the bridge, saved her from a most gruesome death, only to find the shock of the fall and the ebrupt halt of her decsent had killed his true love. Death, like peter figured, had taunted him once again.
So it came to be that Peter would leave a rose at the bridge on the anniversery of her death. His way of saying sorry for not being stronger, to remind himself to strive more and more, and to especially remind himself of what happens to people if they got too close. A very sad peter now stood on the top of the famous bridge, remembering a big turning point in his life. The beautiful loving face of Gwen Stacy filled his mind as he pulled the flower he had placed in web pouch he had created to hold his clothes and anything else he needed to carry out and stared out at the bridge around him. Looking down at the flower, Peter sighed and placed it at the spot he had stood at two years ago. To have to go through so much pain so soon into one's life was horrible but for Peter Parker it was reality and it was never a dull moment.
"Gwen.....its been two years now. Mary jane and I....i guess we are getting closer but im afriad that i will lose her like i lost you. I tried honey, i still have nightmares about that night, how i could have stopped you from dying. I sometimes wonder what would have happend if i had saved you, with my luck you would have left me after that........i would have left me also" he said as he made sure not to pull his mask off to wipe his tears, news choppers were always lurking around the congested traffic on the bridge around this time. "I guess i have moved on but others havent, Professor Warren quit and hasnt been seen since....he took your death harder than I did.....huh, what is that?" Peter stopped and looked around as siren had broken his concentration .The wind picked up, causing the haunted hero to shiver a little and before he could go on talking to the past and ghosts, a fleet of sirens began to echo over the usual humming of Manhattan. Peter knew he only had a hour till sunrise and only a few hours of sleep awaited him but the sirens and smoke cascading from a distant rooftop ended any thoughts of sleep. "Im sorry i couldnt stay as long as i wanted......i dont think ill ever get rest untill im dead" peter said as he pulled the web bag onto his back and ran towards the ledge, taking a giant open arms leap. He freefell half way down the bridge and shot out a webline from his wrist. "Another day....another sleepless day for your friendly nieghborhood spider- man" Peter joked to himself as he swung towards the fire and began his already busy day.
5:42 AM New York City, New York ( United States of America)
Spring always brought a tear to Peter Parker's eye, a season of rebirth and love seemed like a higher being's way of taunting him. The George Washington bridge stood beckoning him as he swung towards the island of manhattan, its grey stones echoing the cries of lost love and deadly realizations. Years prior to now, Peter had been "cursed" with the incredible strength and agility of a spider through a freak accident. Through a series of fatal mistakes and unsaid thank you's, Peter Parker had became the amazing Spider-man. Death had always been near to the hero at every corner, it had beckoned to him a sweet rest from his responsibility or to echo that his life was a solitary one. The death of his uncle Ben had caused him to travel down this road of redemption, his sweet kind-hearted uncle had paid the price for Peter not adhearing to Ben's own words "With Great Power Comes Great Respondsibilty". A tear came down Peter's right eye as he let go of the web strand that had carried him thus far and plummeted towards the oncoming bridge traffic. A few gwaking kids cheered as the red and blue costumed hero swung by their parent's car as the family trip to New York was being completed. i wish i could be like them.....be free again, it felt so good back then Peter thought to himself as he shot a short web line to bring him onto a city bus's roof, riding the bus for a few mintues until morning traffic caused the grey and green bus to stop. Taking the cue, Peter shot a strand of organic webbing towards his destination and swung away as people in the stopped traffic bellowed cheers, boo's and comments at their friendly neighborhood spider-man. Not many people knew Spider-man's reason for visiting the George Washington bridge in early April, not many people ever realised Spider-man's tragic true connection to the death of Gwen Stacy but those who did understood peter's obbsesion with this place. two years prior, Peter had lost his first real love to the evil twisted mind of Norman Osborn. Osborn had gone insane and became the Green Goblin, He had decided early on in his evil career that young Spider-man deserved to pay for interfering with the evil one's plans. After numerous battles, both hero and villan had been revealed to their respected opponent, and the ultimate revenge had been at hand. One rainy, dark april night, The Green Goblin had kidnapped Gwen and brought her to the very bridge that Peter stood on. Osborn had taunted Peter as he tortured the blonde haired love with death and when Norman had finally let Gwen Stacy fall, Even spider-man's agility, strength and experience could not save her. He had snagged her with a web line before she had come anywhere the bottom of the bridge, saved her from a most gruesome death, only to find the shock of the fall and the ebrupt halt of her decsent had killed his true love. Death, like peter figured, had taunted him once again.
So it came to be that Peter would leave a rose at the bridge on the anniversery of her death. His way of saying sorry for not being stronger, to remind himself to strive more and more, and to especially remind himself of what happens to people if they got too close. A very sad peter now stood on the top of the famous bridge, remembering a big turning point in his life. The beautiful loving face of Gwen Stacy filled his mind as he pulled the flower he had placed in web pouch he had created to hold his clothes and anything else he needed to carry out and stared out at the bridge around him. Looking down at the flower, Peter sighed and placed it at the spot he had stood at two years ago. To have to go through so much pain so soon into one's life was horrible but for Peter Parker it was reality and it was never a dull moment.
"Gwen.....its been two years now. Mary jane and I....i guess we are getting closer but im afriad that i will lose her like i lost you. I tried honey, i still have nightmares about that night, how i could have stopped you from dying. I sometimes wonder what would have happend if i had saved you, with my luck you would have left me after that........i would have left me also" he said as he made sure not to pull his mask off to wipe his tears, news choppers were always lurking around the congested traffic on the bridge around this time. "I guess i have moved on but others havent, Professor Warren quit and hasnt been seen since....he took your death harder than I did.....huh, what is that?" Peter stopped and looked around as siren had broken his concentration .The wind picked up, causing the haunted hero to shiver a little and before he could go on talking to the past and ghosts, a fleet of sirens began to echo over the usual humming of Manhattan. Peter knew he only had a hour till sunrise and only a few hours of sleep awaited him but the sirens and smoke cascading from a distant rooftop ended any thoughts of sleep. "Im sorry i couldnt stay as long as i wanted......i dont think ill ever get rest untill im dead" peter said as he pulled the web bag onto his back and ran towards the ledge, taking a giant open arms leap. He freefell half way down the bridge and shot out a webline from his wrist. "Another day....another sleepless day for your friendly nieghborhood spider- man" Peter joked to himself as he swung towards the fire and began his already busy day.
