Spider-Man faced the woman he knew as Madam Web.
"Trust him. He can help you," she said in her eerily mystical voice.
"What is that supposed to mean?" asked the confused super-hero.
"All I will say is trust him. He will help. And help is what you will soon need." As soon as Madam Web had stopped talking, a pink gas filled Peter's senses and all he could see was black.
He awoke once more in his bed, breathing hard. The dream he had just experienced was so real. Real enough as to make him question if it was really a dream after all. Trust him. He will help. Was Web talking about Ben? She had to be. Who else have I been doubtful about? It has to be him. Peter contemplated about what Madam Web had said before shutting his eyes to go to sleep.
The last thought he had before sleep overtook him was, I gotta' stop having these strange dreams.
Spider-Man flew through the air, wind attacking his masked face. He was going to look for Ben. This didn't take long since Ben was also looking for Spidey. They met on a roof.
"Okay, look, I've decided that I can trust you. Will you help me or not?" said Spider-Man rather quickly.
"Help you with what? Fighting crimes? Doing that kind of thing?"
"Yeah, you have these powers, and you should use them for good. You know, to help people."
"But why? Why should I help these same people who are prejudice against mutants? Why do you even do this? I've seen the papers. They hate you. They make you out to be some sort of criminal. Even some of the citizens don't like you. Why help them, then? Why help those who would never help us?"
"I do what I do because a man much wiser than me and you will ever be once said, 'With great power must come great responsibility.' And I've lived by that. And I don't know how many people I've saved. Sure, I don't feel that good when they say that stuff in the papers, but all it takes is that one thing. To save somebody from being robbed. To save a child from a burning building. All it takes is something like that, and I feel great. No—no, great's not the word. Fantastic. I feel fantastic because I know I've helped someone today. I know I've made their life just a little bit better. And I know that people respect that. Maybe not everybody, but most of them will respect what I do, even if it's something as simple as helping an elderly lady cross a street. People will respect that."
Ben looked away. He thought about the speech the masked superhero had just given him. He thought about it, and finally said, "I guess I'll try it."
"Great, I knew you would. Anyway, if you're going to become a superhero, you need to know the rules. First off, a superhero needs a cool name. For you, let's see, ugh...how about Spider-Boy?"
"Spider-Boy? Are you kidding me? How about Arachnid-Man?" suggested Ben.
"Nah. Human Arachnid?" asked Spidey.
"No way, but I got one. How about just the Spider?"
"Alright. I like that one." "Yeah, but I'll spell it with a y instead of an i because of my other power, melting into the shadows. So it'll be S-P-Y-D-E-R."
"Okay, so you have your name. Now, the second rule in being a superhero is you have to have a cool costume. There's this guy downtown that does my costume and a lot of other superheroes' costumes. Once you figure out the design for yours, we'll go down there and he'll make it for you. The third and most important rule to becoming a superhero is to never tell anyone who you are. Got all that? Good. Right now, I have to go to work, but wait, I brought you a sandwich. My wife made it. Alright, you think about that design, and I'll find you later."
"Sounds good to me," said Ben. Spidey waved and swung off deeper into the city.
I'm going to be a real superhero! thought Ben excitedly as he chomped on the semi-smushed turkey and cheese sandwich.
Thank you guys for the reviews. It's such a motivation when you hear somebody say that your story is good. Again thanks.
If you guys didn't know, the guy that Spidey said made his costume is from the comics. I took him from Amazing Spider-Man #501, or somewhere around there. I'll try to update soon!