Three Months Later...
News of the tournament had died down. The papers weren't running stories on it right and left. And Spider-Man had gone from Menace to Questioned Hero and back to Menace within the few passing months.
Peter Parker sat at home on his den couch. He wondered what he had been thinking many months ago.
He wanted redemption.
Looking back now, he laughed at himself.
What an idiot!
I was worried about impressing people that whole time.
I was worried of making a good impression on the public.
Like I care about that now!
I'm
happy to be alive!
I'm happy. With friends and a hot girl (oh yeah)
I'm really happy!
Why was I such a whiney baby?
Look at me now.
I guess I did find it, though.
I saved all those people.
No one else needs to know it.
Just me.
And that's all that counts.
I guess I did find Redemption after all, huh?
Yeah.
I guess I found it all along.
I just needed to have a near-death experience to realize it.
How come when you're so close to death all of your life's problems are solved with a blink of an eye?
That sucks!
I mean, If I want to figure out my sense of morality, I have to almost-die?
That bites the dust.
Well, let me assure you (whoever 'you' are), I won't be having another one of those experiences anytime soon!
Or so he wished.
That's It! The End! I Hope You Liked It!