"BRRIINNG!"An alarm clock blared in a medium sized room of a young boy who was no older than ten years old. Hazel brown eyes opened from the sound of the alarm clock, forcing the brown haired boy to hit the snooze button.
The ten year old grabbed the round glasses resting near the clock and grabbed them, glad he no longer saw shapeless blurs.
"PETER WAKE UP! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR THAT FIELD TRIP!" Peter's face split into a wide grin and he immediately jumped out of bed, only for his legs to get tangled up in his bedsheets and face planted on the carpeted floor.
"Ow." Peter Parker groaned in pain, the young brunette heard his bedroom door open revealing the face of an old man with shockingly bright white hair and prominent wrinkles on his fair skin, his sky blue eyes hidden behind similar round glasses.
"Stop fooling around, slugger! You're going to be late." Benjamin Parker chuckled at the boy, who struggled to stand up for a moment.
"Sorry, Uncle Ben." Peter muttered to his uncle with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
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"Are you kids ready for some delicious breakfast?" An older woman with wrinkles layering her face, dull brown eyes hidden behind a pair of squares glasses and gray hair tied into a tight bun, asked the duo as they came down from upstairs setting down two plates of bacon, eggs and hashbrowns.
" "Can't wait, May!" " "YES!" They told her at the exact same time, May Parker nee Reilly laughed slightly.
"I swear you two get more alike with every passing day!" she exclaimed to the duo with a bright smile, "At least I have one unique person in this house." The older woman petted the young girl sitting beside her older brother, smoothing down her messing auburn red hair, kissing her forehead.
The fair skinned girl with hazel brown eyes similar to her brother's, giggled and her blue eyes lit up in joy.
Peter began digging into his plate like a wild beast but stopped in the middle of his bite at the look his aunt was giving him, the brunette quickly swallowed his food and sat down his utensils, folding his hands in front of him, smiling innocently at the gray haired aunt.
"Sometimes… I wonder Peter, if you really aren't Ben's son with how you act sometimes." She told young Parker, her dull eyes sliding towards her husband, who was ravaging his own plate but stopped at the look she was giving him.
Ben finished swallowing his food and sat down his utensils, folding his hands, smiling at the love of his life with an even more innocent smile than Peter.
May rolled her eyes at her boys and sat her own plate down. "Let's say grace, Teresa it's your turn." The eight year old girl blinked and nodded with a happy smile.
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"I'll see you later! Okay Pete, Teresa?" Ben told the young duo, parking outside Midtown elementary school.
"Okay Ben! love you!" "Love you!" The siblings exclaimed to the sky blue eyed man, hugging him tightly, tussling their locks gently.
After a few moments, Peter broke the hug and climbed out of the car running towards the school with a huge smile on his face, Teresa heading in a different direction.
After scanning the courtyard of the school for a few moments he saw his three best friends; Harry Osborn, a curly brown haired boy with freckles decorating his pale face and almost toxic green eyes.
Gwen Stacy, a fair skinned girl with blonde hair that came to her shoulders and blue eyes, that seemed to almost glow even when behind her thick glasses.
And finally Mary Jane Watson, a natural blood red head, with almost unnaturally perfect, fair skin and emerald eyes, that sparkled when hit with the light of the sun.
A grin split Peter's face. " "PETER!" " The two girls screamed in unison once they saw the brunette and began running towards him and knowing what was about to happen Peter braced himself and felt two bodies slam into him, seemingly trying to squeeze the life out of him.
"What's up, girls." He greeted with a slight wheeze as Harry walked towards the trio, a lazy, seemingly arrogant smile plastered on his freckled face.
"You know, I'm starting to feel like a fourth wheel. You greet me with casual hellos and Mr. Parker here gets tackled to the ground. I'm starting to think you don't like me as much." Harry told the girls, who glared with the weight of a dozen angry women.
Peter thought it was cute, Harry didn't feel the same way.
Harry took a step back with fear, "Or maybe I should just shut my mouth." Both girls nodded their heads in agreement.
Both girls got off the brunette and offered the boy a hand who immediately took the offered hands and got back up. "So Pete, how do you feel about finally visiting my father's company?" The toxic eyed boy asked his friend.
"Dude… I honestly can't wait! I've always wanted to see all the cool new discoveries Oscorp has made to better mankind." Peter gushed to his friends, all three of them giggled In amusement. "It's going to be awesome!"
It wasn't long until the four of them, with the rest of their class, waited for their teacher to finish attendance. "Okay students, it's time to board the bus, we will be leaving in five minutes!" Their scientist teacher exclaimed to the surrounding students and Peter squealed in excitement.
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Peter looked around him with awe etched into his face, as he pushed his glasses back against his eyes, standing next to his three best friends.
He was finally within Oscorp, the number one company in stem cell research, clean energy, and several other scientific disciplines, not even the likes of Stark industries could compete with.
"Kill me, please." Harry muttered to himself as he looked around his father's company but crumpled into himself when his red headed friend elbowed him in the ribs.
"Don't joke like that, Osborn." Mary Jane told the curly brunette with a cold stare, Harry nodded rapidly in reply.
"This is the best day of my life." Peter stated as he walked, following the tour guide while M.J, Gwen and Harry stayed close to him.
"How did I become friends with such a nerd?" Harry silently asked himself but for a second time that day, felt pain in his stomach but instead of it being the fiery redhead it was his blonde, glasses wearing friend, that gave him a look that would one day become the fiercest glare he would ever experience.
"God! Is this pick on Harry day!" The toxic eyed boy exclaimed to the blonde, who glared harder.
After a few seconds the boy broke like a loose sandwich. "I'm sorry, okay! You know I love him, it's just… he's a huge nerd! Even Dr. Octavius isn't as bad as him!" Harry tried to defend himself.
As he looked towards the blonde, he didn't notice his best, and only male friend threw an arm around his shoulder. "I love you too, buddy!" Peter exclaimed at the curly brunette with a large smile on his face.
Harry's face lit up cherry red, "So, yo...you heard all that?" Peter lifted an eyebrow at the boy.
"Har, you were standing three feet away from me and you were yelling… of course I heard you, you doofus!" The brown eyed nerd told the freckled boy who winced as Peter slapped the back of his head.
"Sorry." Harry muttered, Peter once again raised a much higher eyebrow at the apology.
"For what? Telling the truth." The brown eyed brunette chuckled lightly. "Har, I'm a future Nobel Prize Winner and you're a future NFL football star. I also sometimes wonder how we became friends!" The heir to the Osborn fortune smiled widely at his friend.
Gwen sighed watching the two boys laugh with each other, "They're hopeless, aren't they?" Mary Jane asked, standing next to the blonde.
"Yep." The blue eyed blonde confirmed her suspicions, without a second's hesitation causing the red head to sigh heavily.
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Peter couldn't believe how many cool and exciting inventions were being developed or how many scientific discoveries were being researched. The burnette truly and utterly loved every single second of this field trip and wished it would never end.
But like all good things it had too, "Now students, I want to show you one of Oscorps prized studies on genetic modification!" The tour guide exclaimed with false excitement.
The woman wearing a black dress suit pointed towards a display of fifteen clear containers, each had one spider crawling around them… except one. "Each of these fifteen displays has genetically modified super spiders." She began explaining to the group.
But before she could get far, a light brown skinned girl similar to brown sugar and raven black hair, chocolate colored eyes interrupted. "Um… ma'am? There's only fourteen." Elizabeth Allan told the woman who looked in surprise, the tour guide turned and looked, soon finding an empty cage.
"Oh? One of the scientists must have taken it for study." She told liz and by proxy the room, "Makes sense that specific spider is our prized possession, unlike the other fourteen, which had been spliced with one or two other species, that one is the only creature that survived being spliced with twenty different other species, gaining all their best attributes." She explained to the class. "With that spider and the data we gain from it, Oscorp might seriously be able to cure any and all genetic anomalies in humans!"
Peter himself, eyes widened at that prospect, squealed at his three friends who slowly backed away from the boy. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed, getting a smile from the tour guide and laughter from his peers.
"Of course Peker Parker would spaz out!" A tall boy, with medium length, bright blonde hair and icy blue eyes, exclaimed getting loud laughter from his classmates, glares from the nerd's three best friends and a roll of Peter's eyes.
"Real mature, 'Flash'! " Peter bit back getting snickers from his friends and a blush from Flash himself.
"I was four years old!" Eugene Thompson screamed at the nerd, grabbing his collar. "I'm sure everyone at that age runs around nude!" he exclaimed at the glasses wearing brunette and pushed him on the ground, getting a cry of pain from Peter as his skull hit the ground.
"Mr. Thompson!" Their teacher yelled at the boy, Harry quickly helped the brown haired genius up.
As Peter was hauled to his feet, he began seeing the room spin, causing his stomach to do flips. The fair skinned, brown eyed boy quickly covered his mouth but that didn't stop him from throwing up all over himself.
"Oh God, Mr. Parker!" His teacher exclaimed, ignoring her students' cruel laughter and immediately moved back, along with everyone else except Harry who kept ahold of him, "Mr. Osborn please take Mr. Parker to the nearest bathroom and help clean him up." She told the freckled brunette, who nodded and guided his friend to the restroom.
As Harry entered a nearby bathroom, he gently led his friend to the ground, against a nearby wall and took off Peter's shirt, revealing his pronounced ribs. Harry then headed towards the sink, to rinse the fabric out of it's puke.
As Peter closed his eyes, trying to rub the pain out of them, he nor Harry noticed a small blue spider with red spots over it's back, slowly crawling from the ceiling, along the wall that Peter was leaning on.
It slowly crawled down and it eventually was level to Peter's neck, it jumped onto it and not even a second later, bit him.
"Agh!" Peter grunted in pain, smashing the arachnid, killing it. As the brown eyed brunette looked at his guts covering hand, he immediately rubbed it off on the nearby wall.
"You okay, Pete?" Harry asked his disoriented friend, who nodded and felt his eyes close in sleepiness. "Hey, don't sleep! Okay! You might have a concussion." The toxic eyed Osborn told the young genius who nodded and tried to keep his eyes open.
Harry wringed Peter's shirt over the sink until it was semi dry and laid it on the next sink, he then took a few paper towel sheets and rinsed them with water before walking over to his sitting friend. The freckled boy crouched down and wiped the vomit off Peter's mouth and neck, until he was clean.
After finishing, Harry threw them away and quickly grabbed Peter's shirt, putting it back on the brown eyed brunette before helping him up to his feet and out of the bathroom, towards the waiting group.
"Mr. Osborn, how is ?" The teacher asked in worry as the rest of the class looked bored, except for M.J and Gwen, who quickly stood by Peter's side.
"I'm pretty sure he has a concussion, he can't seem to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds and he can't walk without my help." Harry told the teacher whose worry doubled.
"Okay, I'm going to call his Uncle, Mr. Thompson, detention for two months and expect a call to your parents." She told the blonde boy, who closed his eyes at the news.
When the teacher stepped away from the group, Peter's head rolled to the side towards Gwen, who bit her lip in worry, "You're very pretty when you bite your lip." The young genius said to the glasses wearing girl who blushed in surprise, causing Harry to laugh with M.J and many other students.
Peter looked towards the red haired girl and smiled brightly. "You're pretty too, especially when you laugh. How did I become friends with such pretty girls." M.J's own face began to blush alongside Gwen's, Harry's laughter increased.
"Dang Pete, I didn't know you were such a ladies man!" The Osborn heir smiled brightly at his friend.
"Yeah right! Puny Parker would probably have to pay someone to be with him." A dirty blond girl with dark blue eyes and an angular face, stated in a high pitched nasally voice, causing many students to chuckle but Peter to groan in pain.
"Dear God Sally! Why does your voice sound like two baboons having sex." Peter covered his ears in pain, wondering why her voice sounded so loud, like she was talking through a bullhorn.
Silence occupied the area until everyone busted out in laughter at the insult, Sally's face burned with anger and shame.
Peter's eyes opened slightly and he saw everything was blurry behind his glasses, he groaned at his lack of sight.
"Okay, come on, students, let's head back to the entrance!" Their teacher exclaimed and calmly walked in front of them, guiding them back to the bus and Peter to his speeding Uncle.
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Ben carefully carried his sleeping nephew towards his room, unaware that he could have a concussion since his teacher only mentioned being ill.
As the older man opened the boy's bedroom door, he gently laid the brunette on the bed and took off his shoes and glasses, he then covered Peter in a thick blanket before leaving him to dream.
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A couple hours later, Peter opened his eyes with grogginess and confusion, his face inches away from the a moment, his brown orbs widened and he fell back towards his bed,"HEY, ALEX HOW ARE YOU?!" Peter slammed the palm of his hands over his ears in agony, wondering how someone was screaming in his ears when he was alone.
"BITCH, FUCK YOU!" "HENRY, OLD BUDDY!" "YES! YES! HARDER MAXXXXXXX!" The brown eyed brunette could hear dozens of voices enter his painfully ringing ears.
His head swung around his room, wondering where all the people's voices were coming from but his vision was weird.
he… Peter didn't know how to describe it, it was like he was seeing whole new colors, everything was so incredibly clear, vision seemingly corrected itself. Actually his vision seemed to be beyond perfect, almost superhuman.
It was giving him a huge migraine.
Peter screwed his eyes shut and after several seconds, his stomach began to feel bloated, the brunette rolled out of bed, hitting the carpeted ground blanketless and immediately began losing his shit.
His fair skin felt like it was being poked with hundreds of thousands of needles, Peter could feel the ground shaking. He slowly got up but quickly became disoriented and tired walking to his bathroom door.
Once Peter got there, he removed his left hand from his ear but immediately slammed it back on, after hundreds of voices flooded his ears.
Peter took several moments to gather his courage and prepare himself for the pain he was about to inflict onto himself as he quickly grabbed the handle of his bathroom door but much to his surprise, it crumpled in his hand like tissue paper.
The voices stopped.
"What is happening to me?" The brunette muttered to himself, looking towards the crumpled metal ball.
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Ben whistled to himself as he cooked his nephew's favorite meal; spaghetti and meatballs. "Uncle Ben?!'' The gray haired man's eyes widened at his nephew's screaming, panicked voice and he immediately ran up the stairs, almost kicking Peter's door down.
As he entered the room, Ben saw his pale and shaky nephew,"Pete, what happened?" He softly asked the boy, who seemed to be holding in his tears.
"I, I, I don't know! I woke up and was on the ceiling and then I fell down and it felt like my eyes were burning, and I could see so many colors, colors that I've never seen before! And then I could hear voices that were 'so' loud, that it felt like my head was going to explode!" Peter hugged his Uncle tightly, the crumpled bathroom handle still clear in his mind. "Then I tried to go to the bathroom but I crushed the handle in my hand!" Fat tears ran down the boy's cheeks.
"Ben, what's happening to me?!" Peter screamed in the man's chest who couldn't believe what his nephew told him.
Ben looked towards the floor and saw the handle his boy was talking about, crumpled into a small ball. The older Parker silently picked it up and felt the weight in his hands. "Let's go get some ice cream." he stated, getting a confused hum from Peter.
"Come on, Pete! Let's go get some ice cream... and we'll, we'll talk about this." Peter felt hestaintion enter him but promptly shook it off and nodded his head in agreement, grabbing his uncle's hand.
"Can I get Sherbert?" Peter asked his uncle, who laughed and nodded in agreement.
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Peter sat opposite of his uncle in their favorite Ice-Cream shop simply called Drake's.
The brunette licked his multi flavored cone as he stared at his Uncle who was licking some vanilla ice cream. "Uncle Ben, I'm a freak?" Peter asked with a small frown, causing the man to sigh and stop licking his cone.
"Why would you ever think you were a freak, Pete?" Ben gently asked his nephew.
"Because I can hear Mr. Drake in the back arguing with his wife about his son's declining grades on the phone, because I can see the wrinkles on the man's suit who's walking on the sidewalk from across the street, because early in the morning, I sticked onto the ceiling like a bug and crumpled a piece of solid metal in my hand, like it was tissue paper." Peter listed all the reasons he thought he was a freak with a listless voice.
"Oh, Pete… you're not a freak or anything like that. You're just different now… you're, you're like Captain America!" The brunette's eyes lighten at the comparison. "He… was special like you." Ben took a deep, calming breath, "And like me." Peter's eyes widened as he saw his uncle's eyes turn bright green, blue, orange and then red before returning to its normal color.
"We, you and I, are what the world would call Mutants." The brown eyed boy's jaw dropped, "We have a special gene, called the 'X-Factor' which is usually activated during puberty, of course it can happen sooner." Ben gestured to the small genius. "This is normal Peter, and there is nothing to be afraid of." The young Parker gave a shaky nod.
"Was, was dad a Mutant?" Peter hesitantly asked, Ben shook his head and the boy slumped in disappointment.
"What's with the long face?" Ben chuckled, "So what if your dad wasn't like us, you still share his eyes, his chin, his love of science and most importantly, his heart." The sky blue eyed uncle tapped the boy's chest, causing Peter to smile.
"Does... Aunt May, know?" The young Parker asked and the older man froze for half a moment.
"No she, she doesn't." Ben admitted, "You have to understand something Peter, Mutants weren't always so… hidden. When I was a few years older than you are now, Mutants were known everywhere and they weren't very well liked." Peter's eyes scrunched up. "People were afraid of people like us, of what we could do and what I have always told you about fear?" The spider powered boy thought about it for a moment.
"We fear what we don't understand and if our fear festers too long, it becomes resentment and then resentment becomes hate." Ben nodded and Peter knew what his uncle was trying to tell him. "People hated us? Did… does aunt May hate us?" Peter asked with horror.
Ben shook his head, "No Peter, not anymore but as a young woman just entering adulthood the media and her parents put a lot of… ideas in her head that took her a while to escape from. I know in my heart that if we told her, she would still love and accept us completely." Peter nodded in understanding.
"Do, do you think Teresa could be a Mutant?" Ben shrugged at the idea and lifted his hand, shaking it side to side.
"It's fifty-fifty Peter." The older man told his newphew, "Teresa could very well have the X-Gene but we won't possibly know for years, so it's best not think about it." Peter nodded hesitantly.
"Besides that Peter, we need to discuss the best course of action for you. I remember when I first gained my powers, It was a scary time and it took me years to get a full grasp on them and with how your powers seem more physically based, there is a good chance you might hurt yourself or someone else. That's why… I think sending you off to a school for people like us, where you can learn to hone your gifts in a safe environment, surrounded by kids your age going through the exact same situation as you are, might be for the best." Peter opened his mouth to argue, not wanting to be sent away from his family and friends just because of his powers.
Ben raised his hand to stop the brunette before he could start, "Before you say anything just give it a chance, take a look around and see what they have to offer and by the end of it all, if you still don't want to go then we'll find other alternatives to training and keeping you safe." The ten year old took several moments to think about it and nodded. "Good, now let's get home slugger, your Aunt and sister must be worried about us."
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The next morning Peter gobbled down what felt like a bucket of eggs and sausage, "Wow big brother, when did you grow a second stomach?" Teresa giggled at her sibling's action, who side eyed.
Ben scraped another filling of food on his plate. "Ben! I think that's enough." May stated to the older man with a pointed glare, casting her nephew with a worried filled one, "That's his eighth plate." The older man waved the woman's concern off.
"It's fine, May! He's a growing boy!" Peter nodded with his uncle, his stomach began eating itself.
"Here, one more serving and then we'll go." Ben told the young boy.
"Where are you guys going?" Teresa asked with a tilt of her head.
"I'm taking your brother to the museum, since he had to leave his class trip early, I thought I could make it up to him." The older Parker easily answered, getting a jealous nod from his niece.
"Can I come?" Teresa asked with hope in her voice but Ben shook his head.
"Sorry sweetie, this is a guy's hangout..." Teresa pouted at the older man, "But tomorrow you, May, Pete and I can go to Coney Island and have a blast on all the rides." A squeal of delight was released from the young girl and she promptly tackled her uncle into a hug.
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"So where is this school anyway, Uncle Ben?" Peter asked as he held on tightly to his uncle's hand, his glasses gone from his face when they left the house.
"It's located in Winchester Pete and you're going to love it! It also gives me a chance to visit an old family friend." Ben grinned, "I lost touch with him a decade or so back but last I heard he's been living around the area for a while." Ben looked at his nephew and smirked. "He's like us actually." Peter's eyes widened and buzzed with excitement.
"What can he do?!" Peter exclaimed and Ben chuckled at his exuberance.
"He has a healing factor that makes him borderline immortal and has bone claws that can rip through solid steel." The older man could clearly see the awe in his nephew's eyes, "The Parker family has been friends with him for hundreds of years and today is as good as any other, for you to meet him." Peter jumped up and down in excitement.
"What's his name?!" The boy asked, barely restraining himself from shaking the man who laughed joyfully at the young boy.
"James Howlett but most people just called him Lo.." Ben was knocked back slightly by a silver haired man with dull, emotionless green eyes and dirty, pale skin. The green eyed man wore an all back outfit with his hoodie up, he looked to be around his mid forties.
The older Parker took a moment to gather his wits and help him up but before taking a step, he saw a gun laying on the ground between them.
The two older men looked at each other for what seemed like forever and Ben made a snap second decision to grab the weapon but the younger man reached it at the same time and a small struggle began, surprising Peter, who stood frozen.
As the young brunette took a small step forward to try and help his uncle, a deafening noise sounded around the area, "BAAANNNG!" Peter's eyes scrunched up in agony as he covered his ears, trying to stop the ringing inside his head.
After a moment Peter opened his eyes and screamed at his uncle's prone figure coughing small amounts of blood, his brown orbs frozen on a large, dark spot on his grey t-shirt slowly getting large, the people around them staring at his uncle in horror.
While the shooter had been tackled on the ground by several passersby.
Peter rushed forward and covered the older man's wound, trying to stop the bleeding, "Ben! BEN!" The young boy called out and the grey haired man groaned in pain.
"Peter… I, I..." Tears streamed down the boy's face.
"Everything is going to be fine Uncle Ben.. I,I promise! So… just, just stay with me please!" The brown eyed brunette exclaimed but despite his words, the fear in his heart grew as Peter could feel and hear the older man's heart slowing down. "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" The brunette screamed, not noticing that some of the people looked at each other with hestaintion, while others took out their phones with nervous fingers realizing that nobody had called for help in all this time.
"Pe..pet...Pete..r.." Ben coughed, staining his white beard red, "Remember...i...lo...love you… an...and May and… esa… and… and… and..." Ben's speech began to slur heavily.
"Save your strength Ben, please!" Peter begged but the older man ignored him and reached his bloody fingers to wipe the tears out of Peter's eyes, marking his face red.
"...member... my... ssons..." Peter screamed in agony as his Uncle's heart stopped.
It took Peter several moments to realize he needed to give his uncle CPR, he climbed onto his uncle's torso, using his left leg to keep pressure on the wound and tried pumping his chest but as soon as he did, the young Parker heard several of his uncle's ribs break.
Peter had to consciously hold back a lot of his strength, feeling as if he was barely even touching the man as he continued or risk caving in Ben's entire torso.
"DID SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE?!" Peter screamed to the crowd that surrounded the two of them.
"Um… yEs I did! they'll be here in a minute!" The young genius nodded and focused on his breathing, wincing as he kept hearing little cracks in his uncle's ribs and ignored the specs of blood flying onto his face from his uncle's mouth.
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Peter sat beside a policeman's desk, the blood washed from his face and hands, deaf to the world. "PETER?!" His gray haired, tear streaked aunt ran into the police station, his little sister clenching her hand tightly and they both tackled the brunette into a fierce hug.
"Oh Peter, I'm so, so, so sorry!" Peter's eyes began to water, "Oh God!" she wailed into the boy's prone almost lifeless form, Peter looked down for a moment and saw his sobbing sister holding his hand tightly.
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four weeks passed and Peter had been struggling to find the will to get out of bed, the boy had gotten taller as the weeks passed and skinner as he had almost stopped eating all together. "Peter… you have to get up… to..today is Ben's funeral." His aunt's tight voice sounded through his door.
"...Okay, May." Peter responded after a few moments.
"I, I love you Peter." Peter could hear light footsteps walking down the house's staircase.
"Love you too, May." the ten year old muttered into his pillow.
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Peter held onto his little sister's hand, listening to the Minster speak of their uncle, he heard his Aunt's weeping and closed his eyes in silent anguish.
"Would anyone like to say a few words?" The balding pale Minister asked with his light blue eyes looking out to the church.
Several hands raised up and one by one each took the stage to talk about the kind of man Benjamin Franklin Parker was and after almost an hour, May began to speak the final words for the evening. "Thank you Minister Lanton." the older man nodded.
"Ben… my, my dear Ben; what can I say about the man except… that he was the love of my life." She began patting down her slightly wrinkled black dress, " He was kind, generous and gentle. He always, 'Always' did the right thing even when everyone else would have walked away… it's part of the reason I fell in love with him." tears began streaming down her wrinkled face. "And that's why he's not here today." she sobbed into the microphone.
"Benjamin Parker lived by a simple code, a code his brother, his father, his great grandfather and all the way back to very long ago, that with Great Power there must come Great Responsibility, he... helped so many people during his service in the army and as a cop of NYPD. Ben was an example to live by, to emulate. He never asked for anything but for the good health of everyone and I know I will spend the rest of my days, trying and failing to be half the person my dear husband Benjamin Franklin Parker was." Peter felt tears run down his pink cheeks as he listened to his aunt's speech.
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Peter sat in the middle of the attic hours after the funeral, stripped of his suit jacket and tie and looking through the pack boxes that belonged to his uncle. He sat in silence, wondering why he didn't stay with his aunt and sister with the Watson's.
Peter spent hours going through all of Ben's old stuff, silently crying at the loss of the man who meant everything to him.
As Peter looked at the time, he saw that midnight was fast approaching and decided to call it a night and head to bed.
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"Peter… I… I think it's time to go back to school." The brunette looked at his aging aunt who looked down. "You've missed four weeks and, and it's time to continue on with life." Peter stared out into space at her words while both Teresa and May looked at him.
"Okay." He simply replied and left the table to get ready for school, surprising both girls with how fast he agreed.
"Pe.." May tried calling down the boy but lost her voice and looked down at her plate, Teresa simply pushed around her food.
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"Um, he...hey Peter!" Harry greeted the brunette, "Ho...how are you?" he asked the boy with hesitation. "Where's your glasses?"
"I'm… doing better than yesterday." Peter stated, getting a grimace from the Osborn and ignored the question about his glasses.
"The service was beautiful Pete, especially your Aunt's speech… it was beautiful." Harry told his best friend who nodded in agreement.
"Yeah." Peter replied. "So, ready for english?" Harry nodded in confirmation. "Good."
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Peter sat together with M.J, Gwen and Harry in awkward silence, the three of them eating their lunch. "So Peter do, do you want to hang out today?" Gwen asked the boy who shook his head.
"No. I'm… going home and catching up on all my missed work." Peter replied, getting frowns from his three best friends.
"Oh… ok." Gwen looked down. "Maybe we can help!" She exclaimed looking back up to the boy as he stared out one of the cafeteria windows, "We can do one of our group study sessions and help you finish all the stuff you missed." The three friends grinned at the idea.
"Nah, it's fine." Peter responded not looking at them, missing the sad frowns the three quickly adopted after his dismissive tone, "I just need to concentrate and I can knock most of it out in one afternoon."
The blonde rubbed a stray tear out of her eye,"O..k Peter, I guess we'll see you tomorrow." Gwen stated.
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Peter walked down the steps of his elementary school and took out his new/used phone that belonged to uncle and saw that aunt May couldn't pick him and he needed to get a ride from Mrs. Watson or Mr. Stacy.
The brunette looked at the two adults his aunt mentioned as they greeted their own children and shook his head, deciding he would just walk home, Peter didn't need the pity looks from everyone. He quickly found his sister and told her did get a ride from one of them.
"Maybe we can walk together, big brother? I mean we haven't… um..." Teresa looked down for a moment, her cheeks coloring red, " We haven't talked in a while and..." Teresa looked at her barely paying attention brother who seemed to be spacing out, "I miss you." she mumbled.
"We can talk when I get home, I just need some time alone." Peter told his younger sister who looked down towards the floor in slight grief, her brother kissed her crown and hugged her tightly. "I miss you too and I love you more." he whispered to the girl who smiled, hugging him tightly back.
"I'll see you in a couple hours!" Peter stated,releasing the auburn haired girl and walked away, keeping a tight handle on his backpack straps.
An hour later Peter heard a slight gasp and a thunk of somebody hitting a wall roughly and a whimper of some kind. "Be quiet, baby and I promise this won't hurt much..." Peter's eyes widened and without thinking, began running as fast as he could towards the sound.
"Please, please... don't." A small feminine voice begged, the next moment Peter heard a sound of a zipper being pulled down and a button being popped open.
Peter bounced between two ally walls and saw a large man squishing a woman against a wall, her black skirt lifted over her butt and a pair of ripped, white panties tossed on the ground, the man's lower appendage out and about to violate the woman any moment.
But seconds before he could commit the disgusting act, Peter crashed into the large man, releasing the woman from his hold and knocking the would-be rapist into the ground, roughly. "WHAT THE FUC..." before he could finish the sentence Peter punched the would-be rapist, knocking him out and shattering his nose.
Peter breathed heavily looking in disgust at the half dressed criminal and hesitantly looked at the brown haired woman who was kneeling on the ground, sobbing into her tan hands. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Peter didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.
...
Peter didn't go home, he couldn't. He had too much on his mind. So he decided to go talk to the one person who always seemed to have the answers to his problems.
"Hey… Ben." The brown eyed ten year old stood in front of his Uncle's grave, "I,I did something good today, something you would be proud of, something you would have done." Silence was the only response he received from the man.
"It… felt amazing helping that woman and for the first time in weeks, it feels like I can finally breathe again..." tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, "I want to do it again, I want to help someone again, save them and, and with my powers I think I can help a lot people… like you did." Peter stared at the stone grave and smiled.
"I'll make you proud, I swear to God I will." Peter whipped away his tears before they fell down his cheeks.
...
Peter had spent the entire next day after school at an abandoned warehouse to test out his powers. He first walked up to an old generator and lifted it over his head, using it as if it was a dumball. He released his hand from the large generator and after a few moments balanced the entire thing on his pointer finger. "Well, I'm really, really strong." Peter nodded to himself and dropped the thing causing a large crack to form under it.
After a few moments of thought the brown eyed brunette crouched down, letting his butt touch the ground and then leaped all the way to the ceiling that was about thirty feet away from the floor, causing a slight dent as he stuck to the surface.
Peter then began crawling across the ceiling for a solid minute, flipped off the ceiling and grabbed a metal chain that was hanging next to him, swinging across the warehouse. "WOOHOO!'' The brunette screamed in joy and leaped towards another chain and then another, swinging around the large space.
After minutes of pure joy, Peter jumped down, hitting the ground with a large grin. 'I… have an idea.' The young genius spent the rest of the day making blueprints for his idea and possible chemical formulas for his possible invention.
The following day, Peter went to one of New York City's garbage dumps, collecting old VCR and DVD players, old computer systems from at least a decade ago and several other parts that would help him with his project.
The brown eyed brunette dragged them to his house and down to the basement before grabbing an advanced chemistry set from his room and began working.
He disassembled all the used and abused equipment using his uncle's tools and re-purpose them.
...
Peter could add superhuman stamina to his list of powers, he hadn't slept for several days but still felt he could as long as he wanted..
After a hundred and twenty eight failed attempts he had finally, finally managed to make what he would call 'Web Shooters', two large, circular metal wrist warmers along with a super glue-like substance, that dried instantly when exposed to the air and could stretch large lengths.
From Peter's initial test, it was incredibly strong and actually took him great effort to tear, he was more likely to break the thing it was attached to than the actual substance from how durable and stretchy it was.
Now all the brunette had to do was fill the empty cartridges he made with the remaining web fluid and start the real test.
...
Peter stood on the ledge of a vertigo inducing building, the brown eyed brunette adjusted his Web Shooters and took a deep breath, drawing up his blue hoodie. "Okay Peter, you can do this. You. Can. Do. This!" The young boy psyched himself up, almost throwing up as he saw how far away he was from the ground.
Peter pushed himself away from the ledge in a panic and clutched his chest, "Can't do this, cantdothis." Peter shook his head with mind numbing fear. "What on God's green earth I'm I doing?! I was about to jump off a fucking building!" Peter stood up and walked towards the door that led to the staircase.
As he reached for the handle a small memory entered his mind.
**A five year old Peter trembled on his bike as a slightly amused Ben Parker stood behind him, holding onto his shoulders while they both stared at the empty sidewalk. "Peter, why are you shaking?" Ben asked.
"What, what if I fall?" Peter whimpered towards his smiling uncle.
"Then you get back up." Ben simply replied and chucked at the pout his nephew gave him.
"What if I don't?" Ben shook his head at the question, chuckling quietly at his nephew's question, knowing that of course he would get back up.
"Okay, what if you don't get back up? You can get off this bike right now and head back inside but then you'll never learn to ride your bike properly, you can't ride it with your friends or with your sister when she learns." Peter looked down at the thought, "You need to try Peter and maybe you'll fail but maybe, just maybe, you'll succeed and make it to the end of the street. It's a leap of faith… so have faith in yourself and your abilities like I do." Peter nodded and took a breath and took off.**
Peter let his hand fall from the knob and took a deep breath, he turned around staring out towards the New York skyline and began running, a second later he leapt off the building, diving towards certain death for a few short seconds until he raised his wrist and pushed down on the pad with his middle and ring finger, firing a web, it struck a corner of a building that allowed the young brunette to swing through the air. "YEEEEHAAA!"
'I DID IT!' Peter internally screamed, a grin stretching across his face.
...
Peter laid in his bed, feeling like he was about to have an anxiety attack any minute as he focused on the declining heartbeats of his aunt and sister.
Once he knew they were asleep, Peter got out of bed and stripped off his pajamas until he was only in his underwear.
The hazel brown eyed boy took out and put on a black hoodie, a pair of sweatpants, sneakers, along with tight white gloves, and a black mask that covered the lower part of his face with a skull jaw on it.
Peter also wore a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes and keep him from getting migraines from the intense moonlight.
"Okay, time to get to work." Peter mumbled to himself and quietly opened his bedroom window.
...
Peter swung throughout Queen's gaining attention from the nightlife.
"What the fuck was that?!"
"Daddy?! Was that a monster!"
"Is..is that a Mutant… I don't know how long it's been since I saw one." "Do you think they're finally coming out of hiding?"
He tried to ignore those voices and concentrate on any sounds of distress, a few minutes later he heard a tire pop and his head jerked to the sound of a bus skidding out of control, about to run into several passersby.
The spider-powered boy flipped in the air and shot a web at the back of the bjs and pulled, his feet sticking onto the ground, stopping the vehicle in its tracks. "Hahha, Yes!" Peter power punched the air with glee, he turned to the surrounding people "Did you see that?!" Peter exclaimed with excitement, turning towards people nearby and saw horror filled gazes staring back.
"What?" Peter asked, looking around himself in confusion.
"Are, are you a,a, a,a monster?" A young boy around his sister's age asked with a trembling tone.
"What?! No!" Peter shook his head in denial and some of the people flinched at his exclamation and the younger boy stepped back while his father shielded him away from the possible threat.
"What are you?" Peter stared at a frightened woman, holding her own child tightly.
"I'm… just a guy who wants to help." The masked brunette replied, raising his wrist towards the sky and shot a web at a nearby building before pulling, escaping the scene.
The young boy landed on a far off building away from prying stares and rubbed his eyes, "That, that could have gone better." Peter muttered to himself, hugging his knees tightly, feeling small tears fall across his cheeks at the memory of the fear in all those people's eyes.