Chapter Three

Peter sighed as he finished stacking the dinner dishes leftover from May and Jake's dinner. His head throbbed and he desperately wanted to sleep, but he still had a math test to study for. Why had no one told him Freshman math class was so hard?

He would rather be in his Freshman chemistry class at least there he learned something useful such as taking advantage when Mrs. Smith's back was turned to work on creating his web fluid. Sometimes he would cause a distraction by breaking a beaker or when MJ started arguing with the teacher it gave him more time.

And then Peter had to finish sewing the parts of his suit which were ripped. It would look ugly with patches, but they were bound to rip anyway. The only bad thing was he had to sew next to a night light to prevent Jake from becoming suspicious.

"Finished?"

Peter flinched as he accidently knocked over a glass, shattering it. He flushed, why did he always get clumsy around Jake? "Sorry, I'll clean it up."

"Why are you so clumsy?" Jake sounded disgusted as Peter got a broom. "Finish cleaning up and turn off the lights. I have to get up early tomorrow and your aunt is already asleep."

Before Peter could say anything else, Jake turned around and went back to the bedroom him and May shared. Peter often wondered what was it about him that made Jake despise him? He wondered if May ever noticed the animosity between them. Jake wasn't good at hiding that he disliked Peter ever since he met him, but if May noticed she never brought it up.

He finished cleaning up and went back to his bedroom. He knew he should probably study or work on his suit, but after the encounter with Jake he wanted more than to patrol the city. He looked at his suit and decided it was good enough for one more round.

It was go time.

"Peter, honey wake up. Peter, you're going to be late."

Peter's brown eyes opened with a panic as he found himself staring into the concern eyes of Aunt May. May was already dressed in her hospital pink scrubs. He looked at the clock and realized he had thirty minutes to get to school and it was two bus rides away. The principal had already warned him if he received one more tardy he would get detention for a week.

"Sorry, sorry I overslept." Peter scrambled to his closet to pick a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

He had been patrolling until midnight the previous night and it had been quite successful as he had been able to stop two robberies and a bullying incident, but because he still had to finish sewing his costume and studying he hadn't crawled into bed until two o'clock letting him very little time to sleep.

"You've been so tired lately," May frowned as Peter removed his pajama shirt and put on the Star Wars shirt Ned had given him for his birthday last year. "I know you're fourteen, so you're in that awkward growing up stage, but is everything alright, Petey?"

Peter tried to come up with an excuse, but he felt shitty for lying to his sweet aunt. Again. He tried to ignore his stomach grumbling, demanding food. It had been exactly 19 hours since Peter had consumed food. The last thing he had eaten had been a turkey sandwich during lunch the previous day.

It was too late to stop at the bodega for some actual food, so a granola bar would do. He hoped MJ brought over brownies, he could eat half a dozen of those without getting sick.

"Petey? I don't mean to be a pest, but I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fine, May." Peter turned around as he waved his jeans in the air. "Just got a lot on my plate. Can I change?"

"Of course." May stood up and winked at him. "I'll drive you to school."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you sure? Won't you be late?"

"Five minutes won't kill me. Now hurry up and I'll get the car started." May's precious Honda needed at least ten minutes to warm up if they didn't want the car passing out halfway through.

May arrived at Midtown high school fifteen minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the bell hadn't rung yet. He saw Ned showing MJ a comic book excitedly while she looked on in boredom.

"Bye, love you May."

"Love you more sweetie, be safe. Alfredo pasta tonight."

Peter nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Pasta was one of the things May could do well. He exited the car and Peter waited for the light to turn green so he could cross the street.

"Help! Help!"

Peter turned around and saw a group of men in a large car with open windows and holding large guns. There were five of them including the driver and they were shooting non-stop as if the people around them were nothing but paper birds.

People started screaming and Peter heard his classmates around his screaming as they tried to look for cover even though the guys in the car were already in the next street below. His suit was inside Peter's backpack. It was always there because he didn't trust Jake not to snoop in his room.

He would just have to find an alleyway and change. He needed to stop them from hurting and possibly killing more people.

"Peter!"

Peter turned around and saw MJ calling out for him, Ned was pulling on MJ's sweater, and they looked frightened. Even Flash was there looking like he was closed to tears. If Peter hadn't been in a vulnerable position at the moment he would have feel somewhat satisfaction in seeing the tables turn on Flash.

"Sorry," Peter said as he started running in the opposite direction. "I'll be right back."

"Peter!"

Peter found an abandoned alleyway and quickly changed behind a smelly trashcan. He hid his backpack behind the trashcan and prayed that a rat didn't crawl inside while he was trying to fight the bad guys. For the billionth time since he had become Spiderman he wondered if he was doing the right thing and if he wouldn't better off pretending he was an innocent civilian.

But then Ben's words came back to haunt him, With great power, comes great responsibilities.

Peter needed to do this. For Ben. For innocent people. Even though he was a little guy, he knew he could help.

Once he had changed he crawled up the wall until he was on top of the building's roof. One of the good things about being bit by the spider which had given him, his power was that his hearing and eyesight had dramatically improved. He found the group of five in seconds.

He swung through the buildings easily and instead of thinking about how he was going to remove the guns from them he started thinking about his catchphrase he was going to use. It all ends here. No, too corny. You thought you could escape Spiderman? Yuck.

Peter heard sudden roaring as he turned around and saw that in a matter of seconds ten Iron Man suits had surrounded him in a circle preventing him from escaping. His spidey sense, or at least he called it that, started tingling. Someone was near Peter.

He craned his neck around and felt someone wrap their strong metal arms around his body. Then he felt someone whisper in his ear. It was a voice that sounded very familiar to Peter. Tony Stark. "Gotcha."

-End of Chapter Three-

Author's Note-I know it's been months my darlings and that I start and stop this story every few months, but I am determined to finish this story. I am sorry if it takes a while, but I appreciate the support-Sweet Little Darling.