Aunt May sighed. She closed her eyes as she sat on a wooden chair in the kitchen. She recalled how her life had been so happy here; this was where she and Uncle Ben had lived their entire lives. Now, she was leaving the only place that she could call home. Not only was moving difficult for her, but Peter had revealed to her what had happened on that fateful day.
She remembered how shocked and upset she was, but she realized that it must have taken Peter a lot of courage to tell her the truth and relive the moment at the same time. Despite her disappointment, she realized that all of the disappointment in the world couldn't bring her Ben back nor would that erase her pride in Peter. Finally, she had figured out why Peter was always exhausted and always seemed to be hiding something from her. That's just like Peter, May thought, After all that guilt, he would have tried to find a way to redeem himself. She remembered that time in the bank when that horrible man-Dr. Octopus, was it?-tried to rob the bank, Peter had left her. Then, suddenly, after Peter's departure, Spiderman arrived. After Spiderman had saved her, she recognized his voice, but she couldn't believe it then. Not only that, but Spiderman returned a day after Aunt May had given Peter a good, long lecture about heroes. There was no doubt in her mind anymore: Her nephew, Peter Parker, was Spiderman. It seemed silly, but the pieces seemed to fall together.
"May Parker," she scolded herself, "First, you have to finish packing."
She sighed and continued to pack her belongings into large cardboard boxes. After packing several trinkets, she came across an old photo album. She stared at the photographs of her and Uncle Ben. Both of them were smiling. She flipped through the pages until she reached the last page of the album. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the last photograph taken of Uncle Ben, herself, and Peter. They were all smiling happily and sitting on a bench in Central Park. As she closed the album, she wondered if there would ever be another day where she could live in peace-without fear of losing Peter.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Yes, hello?" asked Aunt May.
"Yes, I am May Parker. Oh my! Yes, I will be there right away!" exclaimed Aunt May. She quickly grabbed her purse and walked out into the warm summer air. There was a Dr. Brooks who had just told her that Peter was in the hospital. She walked quickly to the closest train station.
Three hours later, a frantic Aunt May walked into Peter's room. There, she saw MJ sitting in a chair, who was holding Peter's hand tightly. Peter was sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.
"Mary Jane! What happened to Peter?" exclaimed Aunt May.
"Ms. Parker!" she gently put Peter's hand on the bed and walked over to the door.
Aunt May looked like she was about to faint. Mary Jane quickly grabbed the elderly woman's arm firmly and led her to the chair next to hers.
"Is he all right?" asked Aunt May with a concerned expression.
"Yes. The doctors said he'll be fine, but he still needs several days of recuperation."
"Who did this to him?" asked Aunt May angrily. Even though May realized Peter was going to survive, she was mad at the man/men who had performed this terrible deed. She had already lost the one man whom she had loved; she couldn't lose Peter-it'd be like losing Ben all over again.
"Dr. Octopus hurt Peter-he wanted to find out where Spiderman was."
"That man!" Aunt May was trembling with fury. At that moment, Peter slowly opened his eyes.
"Aunt May?" he whispered.
"Oh, Peter!" she said as she smoothed his sweaty hair, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, don't worry, Aunt May. How's your new apartment?"
"I haven't moved in yet. I still have a lot of packing to do."
"I could help you, Aunt May."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Peter. Besides, I know that you're extremely busy," Aunt May took Peter's hand and squeezed it. Suddenly, she turned around and asked Mary Jane, "Mary Jane, how was your wedding?" Aunt May realized that Mary Jane was still wearing her wedding gown.
"Oh," said MJ as she blushed, "I'm...I'm not marrying John, Mrs. Parker...I realized that there was another man who I truly loved." As MJ said this, she stared at Peter. Aunt May stared at them both and saw the love that both Peter and MJ had for each other in their eyes. She sighed; she was happy for the young couple. She knew that they were right for each other, and that Peter had loved Mary Jane ever since he set his eyes on her.
She remembered how shocked and upset she was, but she realized that it must have taken Peter a lot of courage to tell her the truth and relive the moment at the same time. Despite her disappointment, she realized that all of the disappointment in the world couldn't bring her Ben back nor would that erase her pride in Peter. Finally, she had figured out why Peter was always exhausted and always seemed to be hiding something from her. That's just like Peter, May thought, After all that guilt, he would have tried to find a way to redeem himself. She remembered that time in the bank when that horrible man-Dr. Octopus, was it?-tried to rob the bank, Peter had left her. Then, suddenly, after Peter's departure, Spiderman arrived. After Spiderman had saved her, she recognized his voice, but she couldn't believe it then. Not only that, but Spiderman returned a day after Aunt May had given Peter a good, long lecture about heroes. There was no doubt in her mind anymore: Her nephew, Peter Parker, was Spiderman. It seemed silly, but the pieces seemed to fall together.
"May Parker," she scolded herself, "First, you have to finish packing."
She sighed and continued to pack her belongings into large cardboard boxes. After packing several trinkets, she came across an old photo album. She stared at the photographs of her and Uncle Ben. Both of them were smiling. She flipped through the pages until she reached the last page of the album. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the last photograph taken of Uncle Ben, herself, and Peter. They were all smiling happily and sitting on a bench in Central Park. As she closed the album, she wondered if there would ever be another day where she could live in peace-without fear of losing Peter.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Yes, hello?" asked Aunt May.
"Yes, I am May Parker. Oh my! Yes, I will be there right away!" exclaimed Aunt May. She quickly grabbed her purse and walked out into the warm summer air. There was a Dr. Brooks who had just told her that Peter was in the hospital. She walked quickly to the closest train station.
Three hours later, a frantic Aunt May walked into Peter's room. There, she saw MJ sitting in a chair, who was holding Peter's hand tightly. Peter was sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.
"Mary Jane! What happened to Peter?" exclaimed Aunt May.
"Ms. Parker!" she gently put Peter's hand on the bed and walked over to the door.
Aunt May looked like she was about to faint. Mary Jane quickly grabbed the elderly woman's arm firmly and led her to the chair next to hers.
"Is he all right?" asked Aunt May with a concerned expression.
"Yes. The doctors said he'll be fine, but he still needs several days of recuperation."
"Who did this to him?" asked Aunt May angrily. Even though May realized Peter was going to survive, she was mad at the man/men who had performed this terrible deed. She had already lost the one man whom she had loved; she couldn't lose Peter-it'd be like losing Ben all over again.
"Dr. Octopus hurt Peter-he wanted to find out where Spiderman was."
"That man!" Aunt May was trembling with fury. At that moment, Peter slowly opened his eyes.
"Aunt May?" he whispered.
"Oh, Peter!" she said as she smoothed his sweaty hair, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, don't worry, Aunt May. How's your new apartment?"
"I haven't moved in yet. I still have a lot of packing to do."
"I could help you, Aunt May."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Peter. Besides, I know that you're extremely busy," Aunt May took Peter's hand and squeezed it. Suddenly, she turned around and asked Mary Jane, "Mary Jane, how was your wedding?" Aunt May realized that Mary Jane was still wearing her wedding gown.
"Oh," said MJ as she blushed, "I'm...I'm not marrying John, Mrs. Parker...I realized that there was another man who I truly loved." As MJ said this, she stared at Peter. Aunt May stared at them both and saw the love that both Peter and MJ had for each other in their eyes. She sighed; she was happy for the young couple. She knew that they were right for each other, and that Peter had loved Mary Jane ever since he set his eyes on her.