Ten years ago:

Peter Queen was currently sitting down on his bed with a bag of ice against his left eye. He also had a cut on his upper lip but it was at least healed by that time.

There was a knock at the door, followed by it opening and revealing to be Sara coming on. "Hey."

"Hi." Peter greeted her, wondering why she was there. "What are you doing here?"

"Heard something happened to you," Sara said as she walked over and sat next to him. "What happened? Flash pick on you again?"

"I...I just got angry." Peter almost sounded ashamed of himself. "I got so angry. He's picked on me for years, I just thought..."

"One hit, then that'd be it?" Sara guessed what he was going to say.

"Maybe he'd stop picking on me," Peter confirmed as he removed the ice, showing off the black eye he received.

"It didn't end well, did it?" Sara asked as she pulled him a little closer. "Bullies are the one thing that everyone needs to deal with."

"Does to ever stop?" Peter wonders.

"Depends on the guy." Sara was sorry to say. "Just don't go trying to start a fight."

"Why not?" Peter wonders.

"Because that's not who you are," Sara stated, knowing Peter isn't that kind of boy. "You don't go around starting fights with people. You help people better than you fight. That's your gift."

PRESENT DAY:

It's ironic how moments mimic one another in reverse. Once he was in his room, thinking about the fight that he has lost against Flash Thompson.

Now, he was in his bedroom, sitting inside his labs, thinking about the fight that he had won against Slade Wilson. He

He had beaten a man almost to death. They had managed to escape and left Slade as he was too dangerous to move. The rest of the night went by like a blur as he heard his ears ringing. His heart pounding. His fists still contained the blood of Slade Wilson. The rest of the family was together with the cops, explaining what happened.

Yeah, that was a fun one to explain.

"And that's what happened." Oliver decided to go with the truth this time.

Hey, it was so stupid, that nobody would ever really believe it.

"You're saying that Peter, the kid who I've seen take right hooks to the face, was able to tackle, and take down a man three times his size?" Quinten recapped what Oliver was telling him.

"It's what happened," Oliver repeated.

"We're just glad for you all to be alive." Walter was happy to say as he held Moria.

Sara and Laurel were also there for it, but the two decided to split as Sara decided to take a peek at Peter. Even she remembers a similar situation and knew his room was his comfort zone.

"Pete?" Sara asked as she knocked on his door. When she didn't hear anything, she opened the door and saw that the room was empty. Taking a look around the room, she noticed the window was closed. "Windows closed, so you're still here. Come on, Pete."

Then she heard a bleep, followed by a bookshelf moving and showing off his labs. Sara hadn't seen his base of operations before and was amazed by the setup.

"Wow. Nicer than Oliver's man cave." Sara tried to joke when she noticed Peter hiding under the computer table. "What are you doing down there?"

"Contemplating," Peter admitted as he looked up at the top of the table. "Empty small spaces help me think."

"Is that a spider thing or something I never learned?" Sara wonders as she kneels over to him.

"I honestly don't know anymore," Peter admitted with a sigh. "I couldn't sleep."

"After what you went through, I wouldn't blame you," Sara assured him it was understandable.

"No. Not because of that. Because of how easy that I was able to sleep." Peter confessed to her. "I nearly killed a man."

"You saved your mother." Sara retaliated.

"At what cost?" Peter asked as he looked down at the blood he couldn't wash off. "I blamed that...parasite for my rage. My anger. For what I was turning into. But what if I was just trying to blame something else so that I couldn't blame myself? What if I'm a monster? What if I'm no different than Malcolm Merlyn?"

"Peter, do you hear yourself?" Sara asked him with a scoff. "You're not a killer."

"And what if I am?" Peter asks her. "What if I am nothing but a monster created by Malcolm Merlyn?"

Sara felt like she wasn't going to be the one who could help Peter and knew some others who would be of more help here. Taking out her phone, she quickly found who she wanted to call and walked away from Peter.

"Hey, I might need you for a quick favor," Sara told the person on the other end.

Mary Jane, Miles, and Anya were all wondering what they were supposed to do now with Peter confining himself to his house. They had no idea what to do now, with Slade out there, and the fact they can't help their friend.

Oliver however knew there was a way to fix this as he was back in his lair with Felicity and Diggle. He knew that Moria almost died because of his actions, and now Slade might put a giant target on the back of his brother's back now he knows who (or at least what) he is.

"This is all my fault." Oliver sighed as he remembered his brother's face. "He nearly killed a man. My little brother now has to deal with the consequences of my actions. Five years ago...I could have cured Slade and prevented all of this. And now...all the people I have left, they are all in his crosshairs. It needs to end."

"How?" Felicity was afraid to ask.

"I turn myself over to Slade. I end this vendetta." Oliver tells them his plan.

"Oliver, you truly think this will end if you turn yourself over to Slade?" Diggle asked his friend.

"Yes. This ends for Slade when he kills me." Oliver stated.

Even when they tried to stop him, Oliver became determined to try and sacrifice his own life so that his friends and family could continue to live.

Peter was still sitting in his room, at least making his way out of the labs to go and wash his hands of the blood. While he was washing them, his senses alerted him someone was coming. But it was enough to say that they weren't a threat to him.

"Might want some more powerful detergent," Stick stated as he came strolling in, surprising Peter that he showed up. "I can smell the stench of that pumped-up blood from the street."

"Stick?" Peter was surprised to see he was here.

"This...is one shitty excuse for a hideout." Stick scoffed as this was the first time that he has seen Peter's hideout.

"Yeah, well, I'm a kid who's got a million eyes on him with or without the mask." Peter scoffed as he wiped his hands on a cloth.

"I would have done that with a colored cloth. At least a red one." Stick commented.

"Okay, wow," Peter couldn't believe how this man managed to tell the color of his cloth. "What do you want?"

"You took down a man filled with Mirakuru." Stick recapped what Peter managed to do. "And you're angry at yourself for it."

"What do you know about Mirakuru?" Peter wonders, realizing nobody told him the name of the drug.

"Kid, there are things I've seen that you couldn't possibly believe. Think I haven't seen anything worse than a drug that makes people stronger?" Stick asks him. "No, there are things out there that I have trained you for. You just don't know it yet."

"Well, your training failed me already," Peter stated.

"I trained you to fight in the equivalent of a war." Stick reminded Peter. "You're one of the most naturally skilled fighters I've known long before that spider bit you."

"Well, I'm done with it," Peter stated. "I'm done taking lessons."

"The lessons ain't done with you," Stick stated. "This fight, it doesn't end with what you did to Slade."

"When does it end?" Peter asks him.

"When Slade is either dead or stopped," Stick stated.

"How do you stop a man like that?" Peter asks, knowing that STAR Labs doesn't have a cure for them yet.

"That's something for you to figure out, kid," Stick said as he started to walk out of the room.

"Is that it?" Peter asks, watching him walk off. "Just some mock and thoughts before walking off?"

"Think Slade is gonna stop his plans because you gave him a beating?" Stick asked the boy. "He's coming. And a whole damn army of Mirakuru soldiers with him."

"And what if I lose control?" Peter asks Stick. "What if I end up becoming the thing that I once swore to never become?"

"Sorry to tell you, kid...but there's no such thing as decency in war," Stick said as he strolled away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

While Peter was still trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life, Oliver decided to contact Miles, seeing as he was the next best thing to Peter. Things got a little complicated when Oliver's plan to turn himself in was interrupted by Laurel coming in and revealing she learned Oliver was the Arrow.

Seeing the truth that the mission wouldn't end for Slade until he lost everything that he held close to him, Oliver decided to take the fight to him. Kidnapping one of Sebastian Blood's men, he told them how Slade had to move up his schedule thanks to Peter's attack.

The point goes to Stick.

"He has more men than we originally thought. All filled with Mirakuru." Diggle warned him as he cocked his gun, ready to go.

"Which is why we need to stop him now," Oliver stated as he grabbed his bow. "We stick to the plan."

"God, I wish we had the OG Spidey for this," Miles said in worry.

"So do I," Oliver admitted as he looked to MJ, who was called down for her protection with Slade still out there to stay with Laurel. "What about your other friend?"

"Anya? She went to see Peter." MJ admitted as she crossed her arms. "See if she could talk him into helping while I'm down here."

"See if she had any luck then me or Stick." Sara shrugged

"Let's move out," Oliver said as they made their way out, needing to stop this war before it has a chance to begin.

Anya had just arrived at the Queen mansion and made her way up to Peter's room after being directed by Walter. She was the last hope to get Peter to help take down Slade and his army.

Knocking on the door, she opened it and found Peter staring down at his own mask. "Pete?"

"I was supposed to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." Peter quickly spoke up. "I was just meant to be a street hero. When did I become a murderer?"

"You're not a murderer," Anya stated as she walked over and sat next to him, sitting down on her knees. "You're a hero. You saved my life. You saved a dozen of people."

"And I almost murdered two," Peter stated, remembering his fight with Cletus. "I'm not a hero, Anya. I'm a blood-hungry monster. I-I thought that it was the Symbiote, but it turns out..."

Anya pulled him into a hug as Peter cried. "You saved me. Does that make you a blood-hungry monster?"

"At this point, it might as well," Peter stated. "What are you doing here?"

"I was trying to get you to help us," Anya explains. "Slade is getting ready to attack. You scared him."

"Great. Something else I screwed up." Peter scoffed. "This city would be better off without me."

Anya saw that there was no point in this and decided to leave him alone. Walking out of the home she past Thea, Moria, and Walter, who she confirmed he was still grieving.

Walking out of the house, she was walking towards the gate when she noticed a few figures approaching. When she noticed that they were all wearing the same masks as Slade, she started to panic and run.

But the men with masks ran faster as Anya tripped and tried to crawl away. Letting out a shriek, she was kicked and sent flying into the pedestals and was left bleeding out.

Peter was still in his room when his head buzzed.

Anya.