6
Peter walked out of the wrestling arena carrying his costume and his winnings. It was late now, about 9:30 PM. Aunt May and Uncle Ben would be worried sick. He moved into a jog and started to run towards the nearest subway. He decided that the subway would probably be packed, so he turned around and started swinging. He landed on a deserted building and pulled on the mask from his new costume. He then proceeded to swing the rest of the way home.
---
MJ looked out the Parkers window for any sign of Peter. Aunt May had asked if she'd like to come over for dinner, but Peter never showed up. In fact, they hadn't seen him since he was on stage. They were worried sick that he'd been kidnapped or worse. Mary Jane paced back and forth, Aunt May called various students and teachers, and Uncle Ben was reading the paper upside down. Finally, at about 10:15, the door burst open and in came Peter.
"Hey Unc-"
"Where have you been, Peter Parker?!" Uncle Ben leapt up from his chair and advanced on Peter.
"Woah, uh... sorry I'm late... I saw this awesome job opportunity... see this uh, milk truck came by and I saw it and the guy in the window yelled at me and uh... He asked if I wanted a job and If I did to come with him and uh... it was too good to pass up, so I uh, went with him."
Aunt May looked worried. Mary Jane looked calculating. Uncle Ben was furious.
"You should have come to check in with us first!" He roared.
As if on cue, MJ and Aunt May went outside the house.
"It's MY life. I will do what I want to do." Peter said stubbornly.
"As long as your under this roof..."
"What? I have to follow your rules huh?" Peter rallied back.
"Peter. I want you to understand." Uncle Ben took out a small shield pin. "This was from my college. I received it for the honesty and courage that I impressed upon others." He handed it to Peter. "It's very special, Pete."
He took it, planning to just put it in his dresser anyway. "Understand what?" He put the pin in his pocket.
"Your aunt and I just want what's best for you. We want you to be a good, honest person. Now I know you must feel confident, like you can handle everything on your own-"
"I can!"
"That's not the point, Peter, listen, you can become a great person Pete, its your choices that make the difference. You have the power to change the world, your smart and you know what you're doing."
"Uncle Ben-"
"With great power, Pete, comes great responsibility. You have the power Peter, and you can choose to do with it what you like. What your Aunt May and I are trying to tell you that your decisions affect the world around you."
Peter rolled his eyes.
"Not another lecture, listen, I'm FINE on my own, I don't need your help, who are you to tell me what to do?" Peter said angrily.
Uncle Ben looked dissapointed.
"Your right Peter. I can't. You're on your own. Just remember what I've said."
"Right." Peter said and stomped upstairs.
He could hear Mary Jane and Aunt May talking with Uncle Ben downstairs. Peter felt awful. He suddenly felt like the wrestling match wasn't worth all this. He just wanted some extra cash. Not this. He felt guilty for lashing out at Uncle Ben as he had, but he was too stubborn to go and admit he was wrong. He was just glad MJ didn't have to witness that scene.
Peter heard the door open downstairs and figured it was probably MJ's dad or something. He heard some talking and some arguing. Something about it peaked his attention and he started to advance towards the door when he heard a loud, clear, gunshot. It rang about the house and the silence that followed was absolute. Peter crashed through his door at this and dashed down the stairs. He found the door wide open, MJ and Aunt May were in tears and Uncle Ben was lieing on the floor, a bullet hole straight through his chest. Peter ran down and fell to his knees next to Ben.
"Uncle Ben?" He was now brimming with tears.
"Peter..."
"Uncle Ben, I'm, I'm so sorry.."
"Peter!" Uncle Ben's hand grasped his. It seemed like one final attempt to grasp life. He stared into Peter with something that looked like happiness.
"I'm proud of you, son..." He said. Peter was now holding his hand with both of his, and he was overcome with distress.
"Ben?"
The hand fell limp and his eyes seemed to stare past him, into another world none of them could see.
Aunt May was now sobbing furiously, and Mary Jane was doing her best to comfort him.
"MJ. Stay here with Aunt May. I'll be right back. Call the police."
--
Peter was now leaping from housetop to housetop in his new Spider-Man costume that he'd tweaked a bit. He'd added some webs and a spider to the costume to make it look more spider-like. He was never more confident in his abilities than he was now, he couldn't afford to not be. He was chasing after a group of police, who were in turn chasing Uncle Ben's car - except the killer was now driving it.
Peter swung down lower to the ground and tried to land on it. He miraculously managed to flip onto the hood, but not before bullets started flying through the roof and nearly hit him. The amazing spider-sense warned him of danger, and Peter was able to dodge them easily. He webbed up the windshield of the car, hoping to make the guy crash. As they neared a construction site, Peter jumped off the car, which rolled into a ditch. The police were getting closer now, and Peter didn't want to be arrested, falseley accused of being an accomplice. Peter stealthily followed the killer out of the car and into a half built building in front of them. Peters keen night vision would be the advantage here, as the killer probably couldn't see a thing. Peter leapt onto the side of the building and crawled into a crumbling window. He saw the killer frantically running around the place looking for an escape. He obviously knew there were others here. Peter jumped out from his hiding place and swatted the guy with a series of punches. He stumbled backwards and pointed his gun at Peter.
"Stay away! I'm warning you!"
Peter webbed the gun away and swung down from the ceiling, kicking him to the ground.
"Stop, please!"
"Did you stop when my Uncle asked?" Peter said, furious.
"Please!"
Peter finally grabbed the guy, preparing to punch him again when he was lifted into the light and Peter's world froze in an instant.
He remembered this guy.
The wrestling arena...
The thief...
He escaped. Ran right past him. Peter, too arrogant and cocky, didn't do a thing.
If he had, Uncle Ben would still be alive
"No!" Peter cried out in anguish. It was all his fault. All. His. Fault. And to top it off, he had shouted at him.
The thief took this oppurtunity and raised a two by four and swung it at Peter. Peter reacted immediately, ducked, and swung it the opposite way. The thief was hurled out of a window and landed fatally on the ground below.
He looked down at the killer. Peter could not stay here another minute.
---
He was perched on top of the Empire State Building spire, staring down at the midnight city. His world, his reality, had come crashing down on him. It was his fault. If he hadn't been so stupid...
"Uncle Ben... I'm so, so, sorry. I cost you your life."
Peter put his head in his hands. He suddenly remembered the pin that Uncle Ben had given him.
"Honor... courage..." He took the pin out and stared at it. It now held more meaning than he would ever know. He decided to put it somewhere where Uncle Ben could always see it. A remembrance.
He webbed it to the top of the spire overlooking New York. No one would ever touch it, and Uncle Ben could watch the city all the time.
"With great power, Pete, comes great responsibility," Those words rang back in his head. He stared at his hands. Great Power...
I have great power. I could do something. I could change the world.
"These powers... they aren't cooincidence, and they aren't dumb luck. I have these for a reason... and I swear on Uncle Ben's grave, I will use them to uphold responsibility." With that, Peter leapt from the building and swung back to his Queens household.
--
Peter returned to a gloomy home. The police had come and gone, and Aunt May was up all night sobbing. Peter comforted her until she fell asleep.
"Aunt May..." He sighed as he headed for his room. He opened the door and saw Mary Jane sitting on his bed.
"MJ..." Peter said.
"Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." She rushed into his arms and embraced him. He truly needed a moment like this to recover. If he ever would.
"MJ..." There were no words. They didn't need any to explain the loss they were both feeling, especially on Peter's part.
He swore that night to never use his powers for selfish reasons again.
Peter walked out of the wrestling arena carrying his costume and his winnings. It was late now, about 9:30 PM. Aunt May and Uncle Ben would be worried sick. He moved into a jog and started to run towards the nearest subway. He decided that the subway would probably be packed, so he turned around and started swinging. He landed on a deserted building and pulled on the mask from his new costume. He then proceeded to swing the rest of the way home.
---
MJ looked out the Parkers window for any sign of Peter. Aunt May had asked if she'd like to come over for dinner, but Peter never showed up. In fact, they hadn't seen him since he was on stage. They were worried sick that he'd been kidnapped or worse. Mary Jane paced back and forth, Aunt May called various students and teachers, and Uncle Ben was reading the paper upside down. Finally, at about 10:15, the door burst open and in came Peter.
"Hey Unc-"
"Where have you been, Peter Parker?!" Uncle Ben leapt up from his chair and advanced on Peter.
"Woah, uh... sorry I'm late... I saw this awesome job opportunity... see this uh, milk truck came by and I saw it and the guy in the window yelled at me and uh... He asked if I wanted a job and If I did to come with him and uh... it was too good to pass up, so I uh, went with him."
Aunt May looked worried. Mary Jane looked calculating. Uncle Ben was furious.
"You should have come to check in with us first!" He roared.
As if on cue, MJ and Aunt May went outside the house.
"It's MY life. I will do what I want to do." Peter said stubbornly.
"As long as your under this roof..."
"What? I have to follow your rules huh?" Peter rallied back.
"Peter. I want you to understand." Uncle Ben took out a small shield pin. "This was from my college. I received it for the honesty and courage that I impressed upon others." He handed it to Peter. "It's very special, Pete."
He took it, planning to just put it in his dresser anyway. "Understand what?" He put the pin in his pocket.
"Your aunt and I just want what's best for you. We want you to be a good, honest person. Now I know you must feel confident, like you can handle everything on your own-"
"I can!"
"That's not the point, Peter, listen, you can become a great person Pete, its your choices that make the difference. You have the power to change the world, your smart and you know what you're doing."
"Uncle Ben-"
"With great power, Pete, comes great responsibility. You have the power Peter, and you can choose to do with it what you like. What your Aunt May and I are trying to tell you that your decisions affect the world around you."
Peter rolled his eyes.
"Not another lecture, listen, I'm FINE on my own, I don't need your help, who are you to tell me what to do?" Peter said angrily.
Uncle Ben looked dissapointed.
"Your right Peter. I can't. You're on your own. Just remember what I've said."
"Right." Peter said and stomped upstairs.
He could hear Mary Jane and Aunt May talking with Uncle Ben downstairs. Peter felt awful. He suddenly felt like the wrestling match wasn't worth all this. He just wanted some extra cash. Not this. He felt guilty for lashing out at Uncle Ben as he had, but he was too stubborn to go and admit he was wrong. He was just glad MJ didn't have to witness that scene.
Peter heard the door open downstairs and figured it was probably MJ's dad or something. He heard some talking and some arguing. Something about it peaked his attention and he started to advance towards the door when he heard a loud, clear, gunshot. It rang about the house and the silence that followed was absolute. Peter crashed through his door at this and dashed down the stairs. He found the door wide open, MJ and Aunt May were in tears and Uncle Ben was lieing on the floor, a bullet hole straight through his chest. Peter ran down and fell to his knees next to Ben.
"Uncle Ben?" He was now brimming with tears.
"Peter..."
"Uncle Ben, I'm, I'm so sorry.."
"Peter!" Uncle Ben's hand grasped his. It seemed like one final attempt to grasp life. He stared into Peter with something that looked like happiness.
"I'm proud of you, son..." He said. Peter was now holding his hand with both of his, and he was overcome with distress.
"Ben?"
The hand fell limp and his eyes seemed to stare past him, into another world none of them could see.
Aunt May was now sobbing furiously, and Mary Jane was doing her best to comfort him.
"MJ. Stay here with Aunt May. I'll be right back. Call the police."
--
Peter was now leaping from housetop to housetop in his new Spider-Man costume that he'd tweaked a bit. He'd added some webs and a spider to the costume to make it look more spider-like. He was never more confident in his abilities than he was now, he couldn't afford to not be. He was chasing after a group of police, who were in turn chasing Uncle Ben's car - except the killer was now driving it.
Peter swung down lower to the ground and tried to land on it. He miraculously managed to flip onto the hood, but not before bullets started flying through the roof and nearly hit him. The amazing spider-sense warned him of danger, and Peter was able to dodge them easily. He webbed up the windshield of the car, hoping to make the guy crash. As they neared a construction site, Peter jumped off the car, which rolled into a ditch. The police were getting closer now, and Peter didn't want to be arrested, falseley accused of being an accomplice. Peter stealthily followed the killer out of the car and into a half built building in front of them. Peters keen night vision would be the advantage here, as the killer probably couldn't see a thing. Peter leapt onto the side of the building and crawled into a crumbling window. He saw the killer frantically running around the place looking for an escape. He obviously knew there were others here. Peter jumped out from his hiding place and swatted the guy with a series of punches. He stumbled backwards and pointed his gun at Peter.
"Stay away! I'm warning you!"
Peter webbed the gun away and swung down from the ceiling, kicking him to the ground.
"Stop, please!"
"Did you stop when my Uncle asked?" Peter said, furious.
"Please!"
Peter finally grabbed the guy, preparing to punch him again when he was lifted into the light and Peter's world froze in an instant.
He remembered this guy.
The wrestling arena...
The thief...
He escaped. Ran right past him. Peter, too arrogant and cocky, didn't do a thing.
If he had, Uncle Ben would still be alive
"No!" Peter cried out in anguish. It was all his fault. All. His. Fault. And to top it off, he had shouted at him.
The thief took this oppurtunity and raised a two by four and swung it at Peter. Peter reacted immediately, ducked, and swung it the opposite way. The thief was hurled out of a window and landed fatally on the ground below.
He looked down at the killer. Peter could not stay here another minute.
---
He was perched on top of the Empire State Building spire, staring down at the midnight city. His world, his reality, had come crashing down on him. It was his fault. If he hadn't been so stupid...
"Uncle Ben... I'm so, so, sorry. I cost you your life."
Peter put his head in his hands. He suddenly remembered the pin that Uncle Ben had given him.
"Honor... courage..." He took the pin out and stared at it. It now held more meaning than he would ever know. He decided to put it somewhere where Uncle Ben could always see it. A remembrance.
He webbed it to the top of the spire overlooking New York. No one would ever touch it, and Uncle Ben could watch the city all the time.
"With great power, Pete, comes great responsibility," Those words rang back in his head. He stared at his hands. Great Power...
I have great power. I could do something. I could change the world.
"These powers... they aren't cooincidence, and they aren't dumb luck. I have these for a reason... and I swear on Uncle Ben's grave, I will use them to uphold responsibility." With that, Peter leapt from the building and swung back to his Queens household.
--
Peter returned to a gloomy home. The police had come and gone, and Aunt May was up all night sobbing. Peter comforted her until she fell asleep.
"Aunt May..." He sighed as he headed for his room. He opened the door and saw Mary Jane sitting on his bed.
"MJ..." Peter said.
"Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." She rushed into his arms and embraced him. He truly needed a moment like this to recover. If he ever would.
"MJ..." There were no words. They didn't need any to explain the loss they were both feeling, especially on Peter's part.
He swore that night to never use his powers for selfish reasons again.