Prologue.
If I would say that I was a normal girl of nine-teen years old, then I would lie, three times the world.
My name is Jeanne Parker. Yes the daughter of the world-famous Doctor Peter Parker.
My mother Mary Jane Watson is the world-famous actress and I... well I'm a little bit of everything. But I'm not a normal ordinary girl, not in the closest way.
Since a few years, I guess now three years, I know it will sound absurd and you would think I'm crazy. Believe me at this point I wished I was insane. Here goes… I can shoot webbing out of my wrists and well... I can climb walls.
When you think that I'm nuts I won't blame you. It sounds pretty awkward, but believe me. It isn't. It is the truth for me.
'PARKER!!!' I hear.
I look up and see the red face of my biology teacher.
'You may be the daughter of two famous people but that is no reason to sleep during my class!' He yelled.
I sigh and roll my eyes.
'I wouldn't sleep if the lessons that you give are so boring!!' I think angry.
'Sorry mister Cactus, I'll try to pay attention this time really.' I say in a childish voice.
The class burst into a huge laughing wave.
'Get out Parker! NOW!' He yells.
Sighing I stand up, take my books and leave the classroom.
Before I leave the classroom I turn and say: 'I wouldn't sleep, if the lessons that you give wouldn't be so boring!!'
I see the teacher's head get red what will make a tomato jealous and for a split second I hope he will explode. I begin to laugh and run out of the classroom.
Not only do I leave the classroom but the school also. I want to go home.
'Danger.' Someone whispers in my head.
I hear squeaking breaks. I look at the side and see in slow-motion how a car tries to avoid a fallen kid.
I jump up and run as fast if I can to the girl. I take her and jump back at the sidewalks.
'Are you okay?' I ask the little girl who is in tears.
She nods and buries her little head in my armpit.
Her mother comes shortly after.
'Ow honey, are you alright?' I hear the mother and take her daughter over from me.
'How can I ever thank you? Are you hurt?'
'It's okay.' I hear myself say. I smile and walk away.
How could I run so fast? Well another mystery of the name Parker.
If I come home and stick the key in the whole 'Danger' pups into my head.
Aware of what can happen I stand still and listen. Nothing.
I sharpen my senses even more and then I hear a men's voice.
My eyes shoot open. That is the voice of my father!!
I bust into the house and find my father sitting on the couch.
'Dad!' I cry happily.
'My Jeanne!' He says. He stands up and takes me in his arms.
'Ow, dad, how I missed you!' I almost cry.
'Hee little one.' He said in my ear and hugs my tighter.
It was to be a good hug if only I didn't squeeze my hand palms and squirt a web out of my wrist in my dad's hair.
'Oops.' I say.
'What?'
'Euhh, dad, don't move.' I say and begin to get the webbing out of his hair.
'What are you doing Jeanne?'
'Euhhh....nothing?' I say with a weird smile.
'Auw!' I removed the webbing but took a string of hair with it.
'Sorry.' I say and try to hide the webbing away from his sight.
Too late, he had already seen it.
'What is this?'
'I hoped you could answer that dad? I mean, you're the scientist here.'
My dad sighed and looked from my wrists to me and back at my wrists.
'Then I did pass it on.' I hear him mumble.
I heard him clearly. 'What? What did you pass on?' I whisper.
'This.'
He shoots webbing out of his wrist as well.
My eyes widens in amazement. 'Are you...'
He nods.
'Okay. Great I've got pictures of my dad hanging in my room, not even knowing that it was him.' I think.
'Why didn't you tell me?' I say.
He raises his shoulders.
'I didn't knew if I passed it on to you or not. Such things always appear in the years when you become a teenager.'
I sit down. Then we both hear the door open and close again.
My mother comes into the room.
'MOM!' I yell and fly into her arms.
'Hee you. How are you? How I missed you two.'
She looks at my dad and kisses him. Moments like this are a cue for me to leave this place.
I sneak out of the room and close the door behind me.
'Danger, danger, danger!!!!!!! Danger, danger, danger!!!!'
I look around. I close my eyes again and sharpen my hearing. I hear ticking like a clock.
But I don't have a clock in my room that ticks.
My eyes shoot open. Could it be? No! Yes it is a bomb.
'Dad!!' I yell.
'What?' I hear him and in two seconds he stands in my room. He hears the ticking as well.
We look at eachother and begin searching. I find the bomb in my drawer, between my clothes.
My father rips the bomb out of my hands. He sees it is a pumpkin shaped.
'Goblin. You have returned.' He whispers.
He jumps and disappears through the window.
'Dad!' I yell and run to the window.
'Peter no!' My mom calls and jumps almost out of the window.
We hear a firm blast and a cry of pain.
'Dad! Peter!' I and my mom both yell at the same time.
Heavily bleeding my dad returns to my window. He collapses in my mothers arms.
'Dad?' I cry.
'...Be aware little one... With great powers comes great responsibility...' I hear him whisper.
'My love...' He turns to my mother
'….I say goodbye….' And with that he dies.
'No dad no, don't you dare!' I cry in tears.
I see my mother crying over the dead body of her husband, my father.
'I'll get the one who is responsible for my father's death.' I think crying as my eyes darken and my sight gets blurry of the tears in it. I swallow my tears and look at my mother. Before she knows it I stand up and walk out of my room saying:
'I want another room.'
The news that Peter Parker had died went on like a walking fire. Everywhere journalists came to our house to interview us.
Most of the time we were too much in a shock to tell anything. From everywhere in the country letters came to support us in our loss.
I will never forget what my father said to me: 'With great powers comes great responsibility.'
It was all over the news. I didn't go to school anymore and my mother didn't make any movies anymore until everything was a little gone again.
One morning I come sleepy into the kitchen and saw my mother crying at the kitchen table.
I sit down next to her and take her in my arms.
'Why?' She cries.
'I don't know mom. I don't know. I'm wondering that myself.' I say softly.
She looks at me with tired eyes.
I look away. I don't want that my mother knows what I want to do.
My mother sees the way I look, knows that I'm planning for something.
'You won't do it.' She says.
'Why didn't you tell me?!' I yell suddenly.
We look at eachother and my mother knows that I've got the same temper as my father. She sighs.
She winks to follow my. I walk close behind here. She walks up to the attic and kneels down by a chest. I swallow and sit next to her.
She opens the chest and pulls away the black velvet that lies on top.
The first thing I see is the spider sign that was so recognizing on pictures in old 'Daily bugles'
I close my eyes and look again. My mother pulls it out and lays it in front of me.
'This was your father's.'
'I knew that it was his. Before...' I stop and swallow my tears.
'He told my, because I shot webbing out of my wrists by accident in his hair when I hugged him.' I say.
My mother smiles sadly and ruffles my hair. She stands up and walks away from the attic to leave my alone with my thoughts.
'With great powers comes great responsibility.' I hear my father say again. I know that his uncle taught him that once… I only don't know when he learned that.
Softly I touch the old fabric.
'Spidey walks the earth again, but this time it is a girl.' I say determent.
'But can I handle it?' I think.
'Can I save people when I look how I look now?' I think.
I sigh and lean against the big chest. 'What to do? What to do?' I think while closing my eyes and thinking back at my dad.
If I would say that I was a normal girl of nine-teen years old, then I would lie, three times the world.
My name is Jeanne Parker. Yes the daughter of the world-famous Doctor Peter Parker.
My mother Mary Jane Watson is the world-famous actress and I... well I'm a little bit of everything. But I'm not a normal ordinary girl, not in the closest way.
Since a few years, I guess now three years, I know it will sound absurd and you would think I'm crazy. Believe me at this point I wished I was insane. Here goes… I can shoot webbing out of my wrists and well... I can climb walls.
When you think that I'm nuts I won't blame you. It sounds pretty awkward, but believe me. It isn't. It is the truth for me.
'PARKER!!!' I hear.
I look up and see the red face of my biology teacher.
'You may be the daughter of two famous people but that is no reason to sleep during my class!' He yelled.
I sigh and roll my eyes.
'I wouldn't sleep if the lessons that you give are so boring!!' I think angry.
'Sorry mister Cactus, I'll try to pay attention this time really.' I say in a childish voice.
The class burst into a huge laughing wave.
'Get out Parker! NOW!' He yells.
Sighing I stand up, take my books and leave the classroom.
Before I leave the classroom I turn and say: 'I wouldn't sleep, if the lessons that you give wouldn't be so boring!!'
I see the teacher's head get red what will make a tomato jealous and for a split second I hope he will explode. I begin to laugh and run out of the classroom.
Not only do I leave the classroom but the school also. I want to go home.
'Danger.' Someone whispers in my head.
I hear squeaking breaks. I look at the side and see in slow-motion how a car tries to avoid a fallen kid.
I jump up and run as fast if I can to the girl. I take her and jump back at the sidewalks.
'Are you okay?' I ask the little girl who is in tears.
She nods and buries her little head in my armpit.
Her mother comes shortly after.
'Ow honey, are you alright?' I hear the mother and take her daughter over from me.
'How can I ever thank you? Are you hurt?'
'It's okay.' I hear myself say. I smile and walk away.
How could I run so fast? Well another mystery of the name Parker.
If I come home and stick the key in the whole 'Danger' pups into my head.
Aware of what can happen I stand still and listen. Nothing.
I sharpen my senses even more and then I hear a men's voice.
My eyes shoot open. That is the voice of my father!!
I bust into the house and find my father sitting on the couch.
'Dad!' I cry happily.
'My Jeanne!' He says. He stands up and takes me in his arms.
'Ow, dad, how I missed you!' I almost cry.
'Hee little one.' He said in my ear and hugs my tighter.
It was to be a good hug if only I didn't squeeze my hand palms and squirt a web out of my wrist in my dad's hair.
'Oops.' I say.
'What?'
'Euhh, dad, don't move.' I say and begin to get the webbing out of his hair.
'What are you doing Jeanne?'
'Euhhh....nothing?' I say with a weird smile.
'Auw!' I removed the webbing but took a string of hair with it.
'Sorry.' I say and try to hide the webbing away from his sight.
Too late, he had already seen it.
'What is this?'
'I hoped you could answer that dad? I mean, you're the scientist here.'
My dad sighed and looked from my wrists to me and back at my wrists.
'Then I did pass it on.' I hear him mumble.
I heard him clearly. 'What? What did you pass on?' I whisper.
'This.'
He shoots webbing out of his wrist as well.
My eyes widens in amazement. 'Are you...'
He nods.
'Okay. Great I've got pictures of my dad hanging in my room, not even knowing that it was him.' I think.
'Why didn't you tell me?' I say.
He raises his shoulders.
'I didn't knew if I passed it on to you or not. Such things always appear in the years when you become a teenager.'
I sit down. Then we both hear the door open and close again.
My mother comes into the room.
'MOM!' I yell and fly into her arms.
'Hee you. How are you? How I missed you two.'
She looks at my dad and kisses him. Moments like this are a cue for me to leave this place.
I sneak out of the room and close the door behind me.
'Danger, danger, danger!!!!!!! Danger, danger, danger!!!!'
I look around. I close my eyes again and sharpen my hearing. I hear ticking like a clock.
But I don't have a clock in my room that ticks.
My eyes shoot open. Could it be? No! Yes it is a bomb.
'Dad!!' I yell.
'What?' I hear him and in two seconds he stands in my room. He hears the ticking as well.
We look at eachother and begin searching. I find the bomb in my drawer, between my clothes.
My father rips the bomb out of my hands. He sees it is a pumpkin shaped.
'Goblin. You have returned.' He whispers.
He jumps and disappears through the window.
'Dad!' I yell and run to the window.
'Peter no!' My mom calls and jumps almost out of the window.
We hear a firm blast and a cry of pain.
'Dad! Peter!' I and my mom both yell at the same time.
Heavily bleeding my dad returns to my window. He collapses in my mothers arms.
'Dad?' I cry.
'...Be aware little one... With great powers comes great responsibility...' I hear him whisper.
'My love...' He turns to my mother
'….I say goodbye….' And with that he dies.
'No dad no, don't you dare!' I cry in tears.
I see my mother crying over the dead body of her husband, my father.
'I'll get the one who is responsible for my father's death.' I think crying as my eyes darken and my sight gets blurry of the tears in it. I swallow my tears and look at my mother. Before she knows it I stand up and walk out of my room saying:
'I want another room.'
The news that Peter Parker had died went on like a walking fire. Everywhere journalists came to our house to interview us.
Most of the time we were too much in a shock to tell anything. From everywhere in the country letters came to support us in our loss.
I will never forget what my father said to me: 'With great powers comes great responsibility.'
It was all over the news. I didn't go to school anymore and my mother didn't make any movies anymore until everything was a little gone again.
One morning I come sleepy into the kitchen and saw my mother crying at the kitchen table.
I sit down next to her and take her in my arms.
'Why?' She cries.
'I don't know mom. I don't know. I'm wondering that myself.' I say softly.
She looks at me with tired eyes.
I look away. I don't want that my mother knows what I want to do.
My mother sees the way I look, knows that I'm planning for something.
'You won't do it.' She says.
'Why didn't you tell me?!' I yell suddenly.
We look at eachother and my mother knows that I've got the same temper as my father. She sighs.
She winks to follow my. I walk close behind here. She walks up to the attic and kneels down by a chest. I swallow and sit next to her.
She opens the chest and pulls away the black velvet that lies on top.
The first thing I see is the spider sign that was so recognizing on pictures in old 'Daily bugles'
I close my eyes and look again. My mother pulls it out and lays it in front of me.
'This was your father's.'
'I knew that it was his. Before...' I stop and swallow my tears.
'He told my, because I shot webbing out of my wrists by accident in his hair when I hugged him.' I say.
My mother smiles sadly and ruffles my hair. She stands up and walks away from the attic to leave my alone with my thoughts.
'With great powers comes great responsibility.' I hear my father say again. I know that his uncle taught him that once… I only don't know when he learned that.
Softly I touch the old fabric.
'Spidey walks the earth again, but this time it is a girl.' I say determent.
'But can I handle it?' I think.
'Can I save people when I look how I look now?' I think.
I sigh and lean against the big chest. 'What to do? What to do?' I think while closing my eyes and thinking back at my dad.