All right, let's do this again.
My name is Peter B. Parker and for 6 months I have been the one, the only, the sensational, the spectacular, the Amazing Spider-Man.
Let me tell you a little about myself; I was bitten by a weird spider during a science trip to Oscorp, a corporation with influence in all realms that was established with the pillars of the destroyed Merlot Industries.
Let's just say I did something reckless like signing up for underground fights to earn money and help my Aunt May and Uncle Ben, but... nothing went right.
There was a robbery and out of a simple grudge, I let that thief go.
Later that night I found out that he had broken into our house, had a struggle with my Uncle Ben and that had cost him his life...
I bet you know what happened next.
After 3 weeks of grieving, I decided it was time to do the right thing, to put my uncle's wise words into action.
That's when "The Spider-Man" made its debut at Vale.
I started with simple things, stopping car thieves, muggers and the occasional attack by the radical White Fang.
Really, was it necessary to attack a homeless shelter?
Anyway, it was for my third month that things got a little crazy.
There was this hunter, a master at Signal, named Abner Jenkis. He gave up his career in hopes of becoming an adventurer and thus gaining riches and fame.
Then there was my boss at the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson, who for some reason hates my alter ego. Jonah hired Abner to unmask me and we could tell that after a few attempts, it came to nothing.
I didn't even see Abner's breakup coming... Such a hunter, who spent years teaching how to defend, lost a bit of himself just like that.
In such a way, he built an incredible, but dangerous armor. Wearing it, he called himself Beetle.
The crimes he committed eventually led us to face each other once again, and although I was able to beat him, the grudge he held against me only grew.
He declared himself something of my enemy.
In my fifth month, so just one month ago, this young man appeared, a twenty-something experimenting with unusual chemicals, Dust, his aura and his semblance.
During one of his experiments, Mark Raxton suffered an accident that caused him to lose control of his heat-based semblance.
Circumstances led him to become a threat to people and so we ended up in a fight in which neither of us was victorious, he fled while I got second degree burns and a shredded suit.
It was only a short time before we met again, but this time... it was worse. His semblance was no longer limited to his fists, it was all over his body, he seemed to be made of magma and had no limit.
The media nicknamed him Molten Man.
Even though I won, he asked me what happened there.
And basically, that would be my life so far, at least as a superhero because, uh... my life as 'Peter Parker' has only had lows lately...
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"Golden? Silver?", said Peter in a whisper as he tapped his pencil against his temple.
He had repaired his Spider-Man suit completely, but the second confrontation he'd had with Molten Man made him realize that it wasn't wise to take on everything wearing nothing but cloth and spandex.
It was then that he came up with the idea of making a suit with light armor.
Although he didn't have the resources at the moment, he could use some of the leftover scholarship money that would be given to him later this week.
As a bonus, some money had been left in his account from the last scholarship he had withdrawn, that would be good.
At times like this, Peter was thankful that neither his suit nor the web-shooters used Dust as he had in mind at the start, this due to the price it had shot up to.
'It's weird, since Molten Man's attack, Roman Torchwick thefts have stayed low. They still happen, but now they are so discreet that they can even evade me long enough to take all the Dust'.
Roman Torchwick, Peter's elusive headache.
They had clashed once before and had it not been for Molten Man's interruption, he would have caught him.
At least from that confrontation he knew Torchwick had a superior, something to command him. The question was, who?
Peter had already ruled out Tombstone, the biggest crime boss in Vale and the rumored "Kingpin," an extremely dangerous criminal leader who rumor had it operated in Mistral but his influence extended to both Atlas and Vale.
In fact, thanks to a fellow veteran at the Daily named Ben Urich, Peter now knew that this "Kingpin" was confronted years ago by the "Devil", however after that they had disappeared, with the former returning to secrecy and the latter leaving no trace.
Without going off on a tangent, the more he thought about it, the less sense it made.
Peter at first thought Roman was his own boss, which made sense. Now not even that.
What was even more confusing was the support he got from the radical branch of the White Fang which only grew stronger with each passing week. His colleagues at the Bugle, Ben, Betty Brant and Ned Leeds and even Jonah himself agreed that it wouldn't be long before they made a big move, which explained the recent discretion.
'I only have two choices; whoever is in charge of Roman is in charge of the White Fang here in Vale, or there's a new crime boss in the kingdom. Both are equally bad'.
"Peter, come down to lunch! Remember you promised to help Mr. Stacy with the furniture he wanted restored and I won't let you go on an empty stomach", Aunt May called from the kitchen.
Peter grimaced in discomfort. He hoped he wouldn't run into Gwen.
They had ended well, but things were still awkward. It didn't help that even Liz was advising him not to go near her for a while.
Peter dropped his head on the desk.
"By the Brothers, since when did a Flash's advice make sense and not just another tease?".
With some frustration, he set the notebook aside and grabbed his jacket and other things to leave.
The notebook had been left open, making it obvious that he had chosen golden.
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"... You possibly don't want me to ask but, are you okay Glynda? You look abnormally tired."
"Ugh", the teacher massaged her eyes in an attempt to soothe the irritation she felt. "Between getting everything in order for the new intake and researching this 'Spider-Man'...".
"Are you still at it?"
"Ozpin, don't you find that disturbing? A kid is running around fighting crazy people who use technology that looks like it's straight out of Atlas' secret bases and others who literally turn into monsters."
Glynda raised her scroll showing the newest image of Molten Man that the authorities shared with the council.
Even a month after his appearance, Mark Raxton still hadn't come to.
His appearance continued to be that of a magma monster.
"I admit, in all my years of life, I've never seen anything like this and I want to know as much as you do. Where did this 'Molten Man' come from? Who is Spider-Man? These are questions I asked myself all the time...until about a week ago, when something troubling for the immediate future appeared."
"Huh?"
"Glynda, only Crow, Tai and the teachers know about this, it shouldn't be something James knows about."
"Why not?"
Ozpin's expression looked hesitant but at the same time resigned.
"Because if he found out, he'd make a fuss for sure."
Ozpin passed Glynda a folder marked 'DD'. Inside was a letter written by a man named Foggy Nelson and several photographs.
In short, it was information about a confrontation between the Kingpin's criminal organization and Tombstone.
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"Finally you arrive, you took longer than expected", said the imposing gray-skinned man.
"An apology, my nephew fell off a swing and I had to take him for a consult to confirm it was nothing serious."
"Well, I can forgive you if you bring little Miles next time. Janice is insistent about wanting to see him."
"Four year olds... Well, I'll see what my brother says."
The newly arrived man walked forward revealing a little more of his figure, which was illuminated by purple lights coming from himself.
"So, what is it this time, Tombstone?".
"Nothing complicated, just sabotaging a production. A rival group is using it as a cover to counterfeit Lien."
Aaron Davis, aka The Prowler, picked up the newspaper lying on Tombstone's desk. That would be all the information he could get about work.
At the bottom of the article that talked about the production of this movie, there was something that caught his eye.
"Starring Quentin Beck... Hey, I know that guy. He used to teach acting classes in a warehouse."