[Peter notices police cars surrounding his house with Aunt May Crying. Peter runs to May, only to be stopped by an officer.]

"Stop right there, who are you and what are you doing here?" Questions the officer.

"I'm Peter Parker, that's my Aunt. What's going on?!?"

"Kid, there's a lot to unpack, let's just say your uncle isn't coming back and I have the pleasure of finding out who made this happen." The officer opens up a pack of cigarettes and takes a drag. "You see, Benjamin Parker was last seen at a bank pulling out money, next thing you know his body is in a restaurants dumpster. Real mess you see, missing scalp and everything. Anyways kid that's all I can disclose on, I gotta get back to work" The officer stomps on his cigarette and hops inside of his squad car.

Peter sees Aunt May distressed on the front porch. Peter not even knowing how to compose himself, he knows he needs to be strong for his Aunt.

"Hey Auntie, why don't we go on a walk and get away from everything for a while. This world's just gotten a whole lot crazier." Peter believes this is the best thing he can do for his Aunt, maybe being able to take her mind off of Uncle Ben for a while.

"Oh Pete, I don't know what to do anymore." May's choking on her tears looking at her nephew. "Let's...Let's go on that walk Pete."

[Peter and May go on a walk through the backstreets.]

"I can't believe it, I was there with him this morning and he's no longer here. Its my fault. I shouldn't have stayed late, if I didn't stay late he wouldn't have been like this." Exclaims a tearful, regretful Peter.

"You know it's not your fault Pete, he would absolutely hate to hear that you're feeling like this right now Peter."

"I just wish I was there. I wish I could have helped. I could have saved him."

"You don't know that Pete, don't be so har-" May misjudges her step and falls hard into the concrete, splitting her skull, knocking her out.

"Shit. No no no no no. Not her too. No" Peter goes to picks up May as if she's weightless. While picking up May his glasses fall off his face, without noticing.

"Why is she so light? Stop right now isn't the time to think, I need to get her to the hospital." Peter rushes Aunt May to the hospital in unremarkable time. Peter has never ran so fast in his life, lifted so easily in his life.

[Peter brings May into the emergency room and gets her checked in]

May wakes up in a cold sweat. "Pete where am I, where's your Uncle?" Asks may in a worried tone.

"What does she mean where's my Uncle? He's dead, gone forever, how can she not remember" thinks Peter. "He's uhm, he's gone." He squeezes May's hand, Peter looks up to his aunt to see a gnarly gash on her forehead. "I didn't think she hit her head that hard. Shit." Thinks Peter.

"Oh okay, I'll see him when I get home then?" Asks May happily.

Peter falls silent, not knowing how to answer his Aunt, feeling ashamed he looks down afraid to look at her in her eyes.

"Pete where's your glasses at? You're going to need them to drive me back."

"We uhm, we didn't drive here. We'll need to take a cab back." Peter feels his face, wondering where did his glasses go. "They must've fallen off while I picked her up. How did I not notice? I usually can't see for anything without those suckers." Thinks Peter confused.

[The doctor comes in]

"After conducting tests it seems that May has memory loss and what seems to be some internal bleeding. A case of Epidural Hematomas, blood clot in the skull. I'll schedule her an appointment with one of our leading physicians in blood diseases and trauma, Michael Morbius." The doctor sets an appointment for as soon as possible with Morbius, May snores in the background.

"Will her memory come back?" Asks Peter worriedly looking at May.

"There's no telling, take it one day at a time but for now we need to take care of the bleeding." States the doctor. "I'll be needing her to stay overnight to monitor her and the bleeding, you should head home and get some rest kid. I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks doc, please. I don't know what I'd do without her"

[Peter goes outside into the night, stumbling against a wall feeling all the stress from the day]

"Man, I thought my life couldn't get worse and today happened." Says Peter resting his hand onto the wall. Peter tries to move away but his hand is stick to the wall.

"What the hell?!? Why can't I move my hand???" Peter puts his foot on the wall to trying to force his hand off the wall, only to realize his foot is now stuck on the wall.

"What the hell is going on, why am I stuck to this wall??" Peter moves his other hand higher to realize that hand is now stuck to the wall.

"Just my luck." Peter struggles to remove his hand. He's finally able to remove one of his hands.

"What is going on? Screw it let me try something." Peter then moves one hand above the other, crawling up the wall.

"Okay this is freaky. I can climb walls now? First I'm able to pick up and run with my Aunt, I can see without my glasses and now I can climb walls?? What kind of fever dream is this?" Peter makes it to the top of the hospital. He takes a seat and thinks. "What happened to me today? Wait. What was that, what bit me today? Was that... Was that one of those spiders?" Peter shudders in thought of what could be happening to him.

"Wait so if I got some kind of powers or something, shouldn't I be able to spin my own web?" Peter imagines what it would be like to be able spin his own webs.

"Where would it come from? Would it come from my behind like an actual spider? What if I can shoot it out from my wrists like some kind of blast. Man I hope it comes from my wrists and not from my butt." Peter giggles to himself, lost in thought. Peter jolts out his wrist while talking and giggling to himself just to shoot out a stream of web.

"WHAT.. THE... HELL..." Peter is so confused but yet intrigued. Peter jolts out his wrists to a nearby building to no success.

"Was that my imagination? No. No way. What was that pose I did? What did I do to my fingers, what did I do that was different." Peter goes through different hand motions until he tries out the one we all know and love.

[THWAP! Peter gets slingshot by his own web into a nearby building]

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Peter tosses out his hands to embrace. He catches on to the side of the building, stuck in place on the side of the building.

"Holy crap this is amazing. I can use this. I can get revenge for Uncle Ben with this. I... I.. I can be a somebody. I can make something out of myself!" Peter exclaims happily.

[Peter takes off swinging into the night]