First of all I would like to clarify that this is my first fan-fic. This story will be based on a similar story, only less developed, I also want to clarify that this chapter will be short to see if it is to your liking, if it turns out to be like it, at least to one person will continue writing and updating the story, that's all for now: '))

Note

Before you start reading I want to tell you that this chapter has been edited and several things from the original chapter have been modified

End of note

It was night in New York City, the streets were quiet since there was no crime recently, in some buildings you could see screens with different types of advertising, ranging from advertisements to programs, toys, drinks, eh even one of the bugle that said in large letters "spider man danger or threat" could breathe an air of peace in the city, in general it was a quiet night for everyone ... well almost.

On the ledge of a building you could see a person sitting wearing a suit of red and blue colors that had a pattern of cobwebs that spread throughout the suit, white lenses where the eyes were supposed to go, and a small spider black on his chest, and a red one a little bigger on his back, was Spiderman.

Spiderman pov

He had spent the last half hour sitting there meditating while observing the city, he had finished patrolling a while ago, he stopped a few thieves who did not represent a big problem, lately this was becoming his daily routine little by little, since it had not happened a lot of time with your friends.

Harry suggested feeling sad about the "death" of his father, we had not spoken to each other since then, at school he could be noticed down and a little sad, several of his "friends" from the football team tried to cheer him up by asking him out , taking him to parties and more things that obviously weren't working. It had already been two weeks since his funeral which was attended by a LARGE amount of people, Harry's friends and teachers, family, the mayor and the chief of police, employees, media and even the janitor arrived, he didn't really blame him. for having that attitude since something similar happened to me when Uncle Ben passed away.

Gwen, I felt sad thinking about her, I believed that she would choose me over Harry, even ending my relationship and hurting Liz (not physically) in the process, so that we could be together, most likely I would have their reasons for doing that ... Or at least I hope so.

And Mary Jane ... * Sigh * because it is Mary Jane, although Mark affected her, she knew how to cope and overcome it, now she acts in a normal way as before, I have not managed to find her often since she is busy to find a guy to go out with in the week and then go for another.

And we don't even talk about liz.

My public image as Spider-Man was also affected since they blame me for the "death" of Norman Osborne, it is almost as if they had forgotten the times that I saved the city or that he was the guilty of several quite strong crimes, although I have to admit that if I hadn't put the gangs into fighting, I wouldn't have been able to arrest Silverman and limit tombstone's movements.

And the bugle does not help either, if Mr. Jameson hated me before, this became the golden opportunity to make Spiderman see as the threat that he thinks I am, and it really is not that I can comment on this because he always It ends up shutting me up when I try to reproach you that Spider-Man is not a threat ... nothing new.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of the sirens of a patrol car, I quickly stopped to later jump from the building where I was and start swaying following the patrols.

Upon arrival, I saw the patrols stopped in front of what appeared to be a jewelry store, I dropped near a patrol car and asked a police officer what was passing, he told me that someone had entered and that they had not yet entered, I asked them to They will let me in first, after they agreed to enter the building.

The place was dark but still I could make out a female silhouette, who was watching me from a distance, when I looked closely I could see the green eyes with which he was observing me, a black suit, a little (too) tight, and his white hair, hair so white that when I look at it I always wonder ... will it be natural?