Name: Spider-man
Real name: Peter Parker
Equipment/Powers: Superhuman strength, agility, sticks to any surface, Spider webbing, spider-sense. Powers come from an Alien Costume can mimic any clothing that he wants and blend into the environment, making him invisible. Suit can also move the host and attack opponents with pieces of itself. Can store small items in created pockets and close them for later. How the suit does anything is a mystery even to the suit.
Background: Continue reading the Story to find out
Peter walked home disappointed. He was hoping to give his Aunt and Uncle some real money, but he barely had enough for groceries. "Why did that man run from the other man? The suit asked. "He stole money. He was breaking the law." Peter said to him. "If he was breaking the law, why didn't you stop him?" Peter was about the answer when he noticed that police cars at his house. He slowly walked looking around. "Peter! Peter, thank god you back!" Aunt May cried, running out the door. "Aunt May! What's going on?" "A man broke into the house. He wanted a place to hide from the police." She explained, hysterically. "Your uncle tried to stop him but..." "But what aunt May? What's wrong?" She had problems getting the answer out. "He... He was armed?" she got out. "Is he okay? Is he going to be alright?" Peter asked her before he saw the answer. Two men were pulling a stretcher. He just stood there. "Ma'am could I have a word with you." An officer asked came up to them. "Yes... Yes, of course." Peter stood their. "I am sorry." The suit said. That is when peter heard, "The suspect it in the stolen vehicle, belonging to Ben Parker. In pursuit on..." Peter ran. As the suit changed, he jumped into the sky, shooting a web off. He was going to get the suspect first.
The Black Cat jumped from the last rooftop to her destination. The warehouse it looked like a warehouse from the outside, but inside, it was her home. Visiting her mother was good, but she really preferred the warehouse the machines made to keep her in shape. Walking inside, she looked around. It was an old Oscorp. Warehouse, with sophisticated machines that were state of the art... when it was made. Now it was they were old and rusty. But she liked it anyway. Her room was on the top floor so anyone just looking in wouldn't disturb her. She took off her mask and signed. There was no sign of Hobgoblin since the shuttle crash and she heard nothing about the Zentium X. She went to her library. Looking through the books she found her favorite, of truth and love. She loved reading about the character's finding love beside them all a long. It was touching. She wished she could have that chance. There was wishful thinking. Someone to share the huge warehouse with.
Peter would recognize his uncle's car anywhere. They both worked on it enough. The car was swerving at high speeds. However, despite the speed her was going, Peter was that much faster. Landing on top of the car, he put his fist through the top to get at the guy. That was when his spider-sense suddenly went off. He jumped as the bullets fired threw the top. Running on the road, the cops just looked. "Dispatch, you're not going to believe this. We got a guy in a black suit racing with the suspect's car on foot... and he's winning!" Peter jumped again, this time landing on the hood. Putting his fist through the windshield he pulled the guy out off the car. Jumping onto the nearest wall, Peter saw the car crash into a pole. He didn't care he had what he wanted. "Listen. I got money! Lot's of it! Just don't hurt me!" Peter wanted to see the fear in the killer's eyes. As he took the suspect's mask off he said, "I don't care about the money, murderer! You..." he stopped short. It was the guy. The guy from the arena. The one that robbed the owner... the one he let escape. "No... Not you... Anyone but you!" He said. He looked away, "What have I done? I could have stopped you! I... I could have saved Uncle Ben!" Peter shot a webline and swung away, dropping the suspect on the cop car. He started to look back on how he reacted when he got the suit. He thought he was helping his aunt and uncle, but he realized that that was bullshit. He was lying himself. It was for him. That's why he let him go. "I'm sorry" Peter said. The suit said nothing, but couldn't stop the sorrow from coming out. He was also sorry. He could have stopped the suspect also. They both royally screwed up. Peter finally landed on a skyscraper. "I'm sorry, Peter" the suit said. "Why? I'm the one that let that guy go!" Peter said. "We let that guy go. After all, I knew that you were doing something wrong. I just didn't do anything. I could have." The suit explained, "Remember, I can control our actions as well." Peter looked down as said, "This has got to be the biggest fucking screw up in the long said history of big fucking screw ups!" Peter cried like he had never cried.
Black Cat turned on the T.V. to the news when she saw into, "Our biggest story, a man in a black suit helped capture a suspected in the run from police. With footage from out news chopper, the man seemed to be about to kill the suspect but didn't he swung way on what appeared to be a web." "A web?" Cat said, "I don't believe this." The news announcer continued, "Now here is a word from Daily Bungle editor, J. Jonah Jameson." Cat rolled her eyes. This was the world's superhuman hater. "This man was wearing a black suit with a white spider on both front and back. A spider- man. He's a menace! He was thinking of dropping this guy. A Menace. Look here. He flees the seen..." "Flees the seen... Oh, J.J, you frame anyone, won't you?" She said, laughing. However she still wondered who he was.
Peter sat in his room, looking at the picture of him with his Uncle Ben. He couldn't believe that he was gone. Worse, that he shouldn't be gone. He put the picture down. He suddenly remembered a phase that his Uncle Ben always told him. "... with great power comes great responsibility." He had got more power then he could ever dream. Then he miss used it or didn't use it when he should have. He looked out the window. It was time to do some right. Use he powers for the right reason.