Peter woke up the next day with a new sense of excitement. He was thinking about various things he could do with the money he would win while putting on his best suit for graduation. There was still the whole plan that he didn't have about getting out of graduation early.
"Peter, come on down we don't want to be late!" He heard Aunt May call from downstairs.
"Coming!" He said, straightening his blue tie.
He raced down the stairs and tried to flatten his hair a little on his way down. He stopped in front of Aunt May and Uncle Ben and smiled.
"Ready!" He said.
"Alright son, don't get too excited." Uncle Ben said, guiding him out the door and into the car. The drive there was mostly silent. Peter was thinking about all the possibilities when a thought hit him.
What if I lose?
He hadn't really thought of that. He'd considered it, but hadn't thought he would be the one losing. He was so confident in his new abilities that he hadn't even begun to think of the consequences. If he got really beat up, how would he explain himself out of that? Coming home to Aunt May and Uncle Ben with a new set of bruises was not an idea he'd like to entertain.
Peter arrived at the school just in time to see the students gathering into a large group, apparently listening to the principal talking. Everyone clapped as he finished and the students were ushered to the back of the courtyard, out of sight from the audience. The band struck up the classic graduation theme and they started walking in single file towards the risers. Peter's mind was totally somewhere else - he was looking around frantically for any way to escape. He had to let Aunt May and Uncle Ben see him on the risers first, then, when they all broke up for the reception, he'd high tail it out of there. It sounded terrible for Aunt May and Uncle Ben, but he had to do it. He knew he was supposed to go to this. The principal called out names as Peter sat in his seat with a calculating look on his face. He caught MJ out of the corner of his eye, looking at him with a frown on her face. He suspected his frustration was clearly plastered all over his face. He looked up at MJ and smiled a little, offering her reassurance.
"Peter Parker," He heard a voice say. He sprung up and it took a moment to realize that he was being called up. He strode up and accepted his diploma and shook the principal's hand. He sat back down and admired the little leather booklet in his hand. He opened it and inside was a written diploma directed to him.
Whew, finally.
"-Jane Watson," He heard that name jump out from his train of thoughts and looked up just in time to see Mary Jane receiving her diploma and walking back to her seat. She looked at Peter and smiled. He was aware that there were butterflies in his stomach and that that one smile from MJ was answered by a goofy grin on his part.
"And to this class, I wish you good luck in the world, and good-bye!" The principal said, turning to the audience. The audience clapped and all the students threw their hats up in the air in unison.
Except for Peter, who didn't notice that everyone had done anything until a hat hit him in the face. He reached for his own and threw it but realized it looked silly because he was the only one doing it at that point. Nobody noticed, however, everyone was too busy rushing towards the food tables. par
Peter ducked under the crowd and proceeded towards the steps that led down to the backside of the school and the road. He didn't have much time, it was already 7:40 PM. He quickly pulled his jacket off and revealed a red and blue wrestling uniform. He pulled on a balaclava that his Aunt May had given him years ago to hide his face. He knew he probably looked like a dork, but that was the best he could do and if he could beat this guy then it wouldn't matter. He heard Harry calling to him and Peter knew that this was the time to get out of there. He quickly leapt as far as he could around the corner and stuck to the side of a wall.
"Hm, guess he must be up with the rest of the people..." Harry said, turning and leaving.
He looked at his watch and immediately sprung up and off the wall.
"Crap! I'm not gonna make it!" He said, slapping his head. He climbed to the top of the building, hoping to find any building he could jump to in order to make it there any faster. He found none that he could make it too without falling on someone's head and sighed. He looked around for any sign of a taxi but saw none.
Then a crazy idea hit him.
He looked down at his wrists and recalled the strange goop that had shot out of it the night before. He wondered if it would hold to a building.
He shot one web line out and hit the closest building with it. Miraculously, it stuck. He tugged on the string a couple times to check the weight capacity. He didn't know if it would break or not, but if it did he was one squashed high school graduate.
"Okay, let's see if this works." He jumped onto the ledge of the building and looked around.par
He jumped off.
He swung at a tremendous speed for a few seconds until he found he was nearing the building. The building was just under his feet and he was almost there when...
CLUNK.
He'd smashed head first into a humongous billboard. He looked up and saw four billboards, all advertising something about an Octavius science corporation. When he'd finally stopped swaying about, he regained his senses particularly fast and ran again at the edge of this building. This time, he decided to look where he was going for a change and fired a web line at the nearest building on his right. It was a little ahead of him, but he thought it would be faster than anything else. He leapt from the building and soared through the air until he'd reached the peak of his swing.
"Aaahhhh.... uh... what do I do now???" He looked around and fired another web line. For a moment, he was stuck there, suspended at least 60 feet off the ground between two buildings. It was getting dark, but he felt like he could see extremely well compared to his usual night vision. He supposed it came with the rest of the powers. He let go of one of his web lines, fearing crashing into another building. When he'd swung far enough, he did it again.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" He exclaimed, swinging off into the night.
He arrived at the wrestling arena at 8:10 PM, a little later than expected. Some guy was just finishing getting beaten when Peter walked up and tapped the announcer on the shoulder. He nodded and the man who was just proclaimed the loser was escorted off the ring in a stretcher. Peter began to have second thoughts about this as he watched the man be wheeled away screaming in agony as a phony nurse pretended to know how to deal with him.
"Aalllright folks, here we have it, a fourth challenger! Will this one go down to the hospital in pieces like the rest? Or will he finally triumph against the Crusher!" The announcer exclaimed dramatically into the mic. The crowd cheered at this. It seemed they were all on the big guys side.
"And here he is, the next victim, the..." He looked down at a paper and whispered to Peter, "Are you kidding me? Who came up with this name?" The announcer crumpled the paper and threw it behind him, taking up the mic again. "Theeeee Spider-Man!"
Peter was a bit confused, he was sure he'd put down "The Human Spider" on his application form. He looked around, trying to see if the announcer was telling him he had screwed up. Peter was a bit annoyed at that, but walked down to the ring with a new sense of nervousness rising up within him.
The crowds jeers certainly weren't helping at all. He bent under the ropes and approached the ref. "You wanna piece o' me little guy?" The crusher said, mockingly.
"Uhh... well..." The bell rang for the match to start, and Crusher wasted no time in letting Peter make the first move. He furiously directed swipes and punches at Peter, but just as he had with Flash, he ducked and dodged every single one of them. After 2 minutes of non stop rolling, dodging, and jumping, Peter decided to take the offensive. He jumped high into the air and came down on the Crusher's head. He stumbled and fell over, but got up again. Peter immediately swung at him and collided with his face as the crowd gasped. The punch sent Crusher flying off the ring and into the aisles.
"One... Two.. Three... We have a winner!" The ref said, holding Peter's arm up into the air. He had done it. He had made something of himself. Well, of "Spider-Man." He wondered again what he could do with his winnings.
Peter walked up to the managers office the next day with a smile on his face. He opened the door and looked at him expectantly. The manager looked up with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Uhh... Hi." He supposed he looked weird, he was wearing his mask and his wrestling outfit again.
"You the Spider-Kid?" He asked, gesturing to the spider design on his shirt.
"Uhhh. yeah." Peter answered.
"Right. Here." The manager said. He handed him a check for 3000 dollars.
"Yeah, uh, thanks a lot. This is really great." Peter said to the man.
"Yeah, uh, you seemed to really impress the crowd. They're already calling you a celebrity. Why don't you come back again sometime, maybe be a regular? We'd love to have you again. You're really reeling in the crowds." He said.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Peter said. He wasn't about to do this for free, it would cost him a lot of time trying to get out of the house for a couple hours without anyone noticing.
"And uh, we could pay you 500 dollars per match, if you win." He said.
Peter thought about it. It was a lot of money, and if he kept winning it would be a lot more.
"Yeah sure, I'll come back." Peter said.
"Great, and oh, kid, here, we got you this." He handed him a box addressed to Peter.
"Oh great, what is it?" He opened the box and saw a blue and red uniform that looked like some kind of tight leotard.
"That's your new uniform. You look kinda stupid in that. Hey kid, could you give me your number or address so I can contact you?"
"Uhh... sorry, no can do. Part of the anonymous wrestling job." Peter said.
"C'mon, I need some way to contact you." He said.
"Don't worry. I'll find you. Just give me the schedule."
He handed Peter a schedule of matches for the next month and Peter thanked him, putting it in his pocket.
"Alright, see ya kid. Next match - tomorrow night, 8 PM, don't be late."
"Right, thanks."
Peter walked out of the office, looking over his new uniform. It looked like he finally had a job that paid well. That is, until he found that photography job he wanted in the city. Either way, this would pay the bills for the next few months. Peter put the costume back in it's box and headed for the exit. He looked up just in time to see some thug frantically running out of the cashier's office ahead of him. He could have easily caught the guy, but decided against it. It wasn't his problem if this place was robbed. Besides, that was the cops job, not his. He turned the other way and headed down a stairwell and outside, feeling absolutely wonderful.
AN YAY Chapter 5! :) Please Review!! :) Thanks
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"Peter, come on down we don't want to be late!" He heard Aunt May call from downstairs.
"Coming!" He said, straightening his blue tie.
He raced down the stairs and tried to flatten his hair a little on his way down. He stopped in front of Aunt May and Uncle Ben and smiled.
"Ready!" He said.
"Alright son, don't get too excited." Uncle Ben said, guiding him out the door and into the car. The drive there was mostly silent. Peter was thinking about all the possibilities when a thought hit him.
What if I lose?
He hadn't really thought of that. He'd considered it, but hadn't thought he would be the one losing. He was so confident in his new abilities that he hadn't even begun to think of the consequences. If he got really beat up, how would he explain himself out of that? Coming home to Aunt May and Uncle Ben with a new set of bruises was not an idea he'd like to entertain.
Peter arrived at the school just in time to see the students gathering into a large group, apparently listening to the principal talking. Everyone clapped as he finished and the students were ushered to the back of the courtyard, out of sight from the audience. The band struck up the classic graduation theme and they started walking in single file towards the risers. Peter's mind was totally somewhere else - he was looking around frantically for any way to escape. He had to let Aunt May and Uncle Ben see him on the risers first, then, when they all broke up for the reception, he'd high tail it out of there. It sounded terrible for Aunt May and Uncle Ben, but he had to do it. He knew he was supposed to go to this. The principal called out names as Peter sat in his seat with a calculating look on his face. He caught MJ out of the corner of his eye, looking at him with a frown on her face. He suspected his frustration was clearly plastered all over his face. He looked up at MJ and smiled a little, offering her reassurance.
"Peter Parker," He heard a voice say. He sprung up and it took a moment to realize that he was being called up. He strode up and accepted his diploma and shook the principal's hand. He sat back down and admired the little leather booklet in his hand. He opened it and inside was a written diploma directed to him.
Whew, finally.
"-Jane Watson," He heard that name jump out from his train of thoughts and looked up just in time to see Mary Jane receiving her diploma and walking back to her seat. She looked at Peter and smiled. He was aware that there were butterflies in his stomach and that that one smile from MJ was answered by a goofy grin on his part.
"And to this class, I wish you good luck in the world, and good-bye!" The principal said, turning to the audience. The audience clapped and all the students threw their hats up in the air in unison.
Except for Peter, who didn't notice that everyone had done anything until a hat hit him in the face. He reached for his own and threw it but realized it looked silly because he was the only one doing it at that point. Nobody noticed, however, everyone was too busy rushing towards the food tables. par
Peter ducked under the crowd and proceeded towards the steps that led down to the backside of the school and the road. He didn't have much time, it was already 7:40 PM. He quickly pulled his jacket off and revealed a red and blue wrestling uniform. He pulled on a balaclava that his Aunt May had given him years ago to hide his face. He knew he probably looked like a dork, but that was the best he could do and if he could beat this guy then it wouldn't matter. He heard Harry calling to him and Peter knew that this was the time to get out of there. He quickly leapt as far as he could around the corner and stuck to the side of a wall.
"Hm, guess he must be up with the rest of the people..." Harry said, turning and leaving.
He looked at his watch and immediately sprung up and off the wall.
"Crap! I'm not gonna make it!" He said, slapping his head. He climbed to the top of the building, hoping to find any building he could jump to in order to make it there any faster. He found none that he could make it too without falling on someone's head and sighed. He looked around for any sign of a taxi but saw none.
Then a crazy idea hit him.
He looked down at his wrists and recalled the strange goop that had shot out of it the night before. He wondered if it would hold to a building.
He shot one web line out and hit the closest building with it. Miraculously, it stuck. He tugged on the string a couple times to check the weight capacity. He didn't know if it would break or not, but if it did he was one squashed high school graduate.
"Okay, let's see if this works." He jumped onto the ledge of the building and looked around.par
He jumped off.
He swung at a tremendous speed for a few seconds until he found he was nearing the building. The building was just under his feet and he was almost there when...
CLUNK.
He'd smashed head first into a humongous billboard. He looked up and saw four billboards, all advertising something about an Octavius science corporation. When he'd finally stopped swaying about, he regained his senses particularly fast and ran again at the edge of this building. This time, he decided to look where he was going for a change and fired a web line at the nearest building on his right. It was a little ahead of him, but he thought it would be faster than anything else. He leapt from the building and soared through the air until he'd reached the peak of his swing.
"Aaahhhh.... uh... what do I do now???" He looked around and fired another web line. For a moment, he was stuck there, suspended at least 60 feet off the ground between two buildings. It was getting dark, but he felt like he could see extremely well compared to his usual night vision. He supposed it came with the rest of the powers. He let go of one of his web lines, fearing crashing into another building. When he'd swung far enough, he did it again.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this!" He exclaimed, swinging off into the night.
He arrived at the wrestling arena at 8:10 PM, a little later than expected. Some guy was just finishing getting beaten when Peter walked up and tapped the announcer on the shoulder. He nodded and the man who was just proclaimed the loser was escorted off the ring in a stretcher. Peter began to have second thoughts about this as he watched the man be wheeled away screaming in agony as a phony nurse pretended to know how to deal with him.
"Aalllright folks, here we have it, a fourth challenger! Will this one go down to the hospital in pieces like the rest? Or will he finally triumph against the Crusher!" The announcer exclaimed dramatically into the mic. The crowd cheered at this. It seemed they were all on the big guys side.
"And here he is, the next victim, the..." He looked down at a paper and whispered to Peter, "Are you kidding me? Who came up with this name?" The announcer crumpled the paper and threw it behind him, taking up the mic again. "Theeeee Spider-Man!"
Peter was a bit confused, he was sure he'd put down "The Human Spider" on his application form. He looked around, trying to see if the announcer was telling him he had screwed up. Peter was a bit annoyed at that, but walked down to the ring with a new sense of nervousness rising up within him.
The crowds jeers certainly weren't helping at all. He bent under the ropes and approached the ref. "You wanna piece o' me little guy?" The crusher said, mockingly.
"Uhh... well..." The bell rang for the match to start, and Crusher wasted no time in letting Peter make the first move. He furiously directed swipes and punches at Peter, but just as he had with Flash, he ducked and dodged every single one of them. After 2 minutes of non stop rolling, dodging, and jumping, Peter decided to take the offensive. He jumped high into the air and came down on the Crusher's head. He stumbled and fell over, but got up again. Peter immediately swung at him and collided with his face as the crowd gasped. The punch sent Crusher flying off the ring and into the aisles.
"One... Two.. Three... We have a winner!" The ref said, holding Peter's arm up into the air. He had done it. He had made something of himself. Well, of "Spider-Man." He wondered again what he could do with his winnings.
Peter walked up to the managers office the next day with a smile on his face. He opened the door and looked at him expectantly. The manager looked up with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Uhh... Hi." He supposed he looked weird, he was wearing his mask and his wrestling outfit again.
"You the Spider-Kid?" He asked, gesturing to the spider design on his shirt.
"Uhhh. yeah." Peter answered.
"Right. Here." The manager said. He handed him a check for 3000 dollars.
"Yeah, uh, thanks a lot. This is really great." Peter said to the man.
"Yeah, uh, you seemed to really impress the crowd. They're already calling you a celebrity. Why don't you come back again sometime, maybe be a regular? We'd love to have you again. You're really reeling in the crowds." He said.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Peter said. He wasn't about to do this for free, it would cost him a lot of time trying to get out of the house for a couple hours without anyone noticing.
"And uh, we could pay you 500 dollars per match, if you win." He said.
Peter thought about it. It was a lot of money, and if he kept winning it would be a lot more.
"Yeah sure, I'll come back." Peter said.
"Great, and oh, kid, here, we got you this." He handed him a box addressed to Peter.
"Oh great, what is it?" He opened the box and saw a blue and red uniform that looked like some kind of tight leotard.
"That's your new uniform. You look kinda stupid in that. Hey kid, could you give me your number or address so I can contact you?"
"Uhh... sorry, no can do. Part of the anonymous wrestling job." Peter said.
"C'mon, I need some way to contact you." He said.
"Don't worry. I'll find you. Just give me the schedule."
He handed Peter a schedule of matches for the next month and Peter thanked him, putting it in his pocket.
"Alright, see ya kid. Next match - tomorrow night, 8 PM, don't be late."
"Right, thanks."
Peter walked out of the office, looking over his new uniform. It looked like he finally had a job that paid well. That is, until he found that photography job he wanted in the city. Either way, this would pay the bills for the next few months. Peter put the costume back in it's box and headed for the exit. He looked up just in time to see some thug frantically running out of the cashier's office ahead of him. He could have easily caught the guy, but decided against it. It wasn't his problem if this place was robbed. Besides, that was the cops job, not his. He turned the other way and headed down a stairwell and outside, feeling absolutely wonderful.
AN YAY Chapter 5! :) Please Review!! :) Thanks
I'm having a lot of trouble uploading stuff lately, like I have it in a .doc or a .html or a .txt, and every time I upload it it tells me that it's not in any of those forms and I need to put it in that form!!! Argh!!!