Hello! I thought I would write another teaser for the LIS/SPIDER-MAN story. I'm glad you people like them and I certainly hope to finally get around to writing the main story. I was just thinking about how certain events in the story would play out and ever since then I've been spending some of my free time just learning about the character of Spider-Man. Not Peter Parker or Miles Morales (although I love those characters) but what being Spider-Man represents. I've played the new game and watched both "Into The Spider-Verse" and "Far From Home" (I loved both) and it made me think on how should I convey the use of being Spider-Man in the most captivating way I could that drives my characters forward. I've also looked at Life is Strange, and I've been thinking of ways to tie both worlds together in a better manner for this upcoming story. Now you won't see the main story come out for a bit more, mainly because I've been busy with projects and assignments and I want to finish "Suffer in Silence first. But I never forgot about this idea, and I've recently gained some new inspiration to drive myself. I hope you enjoy this next teaser.

November 2017, Manhattan, New York City

The cold and hard feeling of the dark solid material was the first thing Nathan could remember touching as he took it out and pointed the seemingly endless barrel at the young woman in front of her. He saw red all around, there was nothing but anger, rage, hate, and anxiety. He yelled at her, told her that no one would miss her. He warned her not to blackmail her. Then she said one last thing in fear

"Keep that gun away from me psycho!"

Then BANG!

Nathan opened his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath, then another, another. 'One, two, three, one, two, three.' It was something he would do should ever have a flashback or a nightmare about past events. Events that he was responsible for or had a part in. He looks around to perform a brief study of his environment only to find himself not in a bathroom but a therapist's office. He felt the soft, warm cushion of a chair. He finished his last deep breath as he quickly calmed himself down. He relaxed and reminded himself that he was just here for another therapy session as usual.

"Nathan, did you just experience another memory?" his therapist asked him. The middle-aged woman had looked at him with some concern and intrigue as she wrote down some notes with her pen.

Nathan focused on her face and her short black hair, something she told him to do to help regain a quick sense of the present.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't to mean doze off and experience one" Nathan softly said

"There is no shame in it, often the mistakes we made in our past still stay with us even when we try to make amends for them. Has this been happening recently?" She asked.

"No, not really. It only happens…probably once every month or so but never in the middle of the day. Only at home when I'm alone." Nathan answers

"Well, that is good progress Nathan, 3 sessions ago, you said that they often happened every couple of days but to know they have reduced shows good progress."

"Yeah thanks doc, they're not too bad either."

"What was this one about?"

Nathan sighs, this memory still haunts him "Me back in the bathroom at school, talking to myself. She comes in, and everything plays out like it did in real-life."

"I see, has it been this memory that you've been remembering frequently?"

"Not really, others just include stuff from my teens, stuff involving my father, and then stuff with…my teacher and…other classmates. Nothing positive. But they don't occur a lot lately. What does that mean?"

"Well unfortunately there is no real clear answer, sometimes it just shows how we still are ashamed of the things we committed, other times when we try to move on, it shows that some patients feel empty due to having to rediscover themselves. But there is no certain answer, this one depends how you perceive your own inner emotions."

Nathan remained silent, he stood up and took a small walk to the window overlooking the rest of the city skyline. He observed the routine traffic of cars driving through the city streets.

"Let's go on to cover something else, how's your life going currently Nathan? Job, friends, relationships, school" The therapist asks.

Nathan replies, talking about current events provide somewhat of a comfort for him, or at least something to focus his head elsewhere.

"Work has been pretty good, I mean so far its been pretty normal, Mr. Parker and Hobie Brown, my two bosses have been doing some frequent trips to Europe and Shanghai. I've been doing a pretty good job in my position going over security protocols, plans for events, and future agendas. I was told I've been doing some solid work managing it all so they may give me a chance to take it to the next step. School has been pretty good, I'm nearly done with the semester, I've been taking a mix of online and traditional classes. I should be done with my degree after the next semester. I haven't really given myself time to make actual friends, but I have been getting along well with my co-workers and superiors." Nathan said. He took a little pride in the fact that he worked hard to catch up with his education and life, but he gave a little inner frown when considering it at the same time.

"That is amazing, Nathan you've managed to give yourself a life with a stable job. You should feel proud. You're earning a promising future" The therapist said.

"I still haven't really talked to my family yet though. I keep telling myself I've just been too busy, but I know I try not to talk to them." Nathan says

"Why not? From what you've told me, you still had positive relations with both your sister and your mother." She asked with concern.

"I know…but…I just…'sigh'…" Nathan pauses, not having the right word.

"Take your time Nathan. Remember, think about what you want to say and how you want to say it." The therapist reminded Nathan.

He took a few moments to think about his response, while doing so he moved his hand over his head to swipe his hair, having grown a little longer and swiped the short but visible beard. He breathes slowly and silently and begins to respond.

"Whenever I think about my family, it's always been about three things: my family name, my father, and me as his supposed heir. For years, I can't remember a day where he never looked me as a son and not some heir that has to be groomed for the throne. Every time I made a mistake, every time I felt scared, confused, or even just thinking about my own life. He would always say that I fucked it up and tell me 'this is not about you, this is never about you and your problems, this is about the Prescott name and reputation. My name' I hated that, I hated him. I hated that he never cared about my problems or my dreams and only kept putting more pressure on me. I hated that he only saw me as useless and cast me aside when I got arrested. My sister understood, she had the courage to leave that for her dreams, but I felt like a coward for staying with him. My mom, she loved me, but my dad wouldn't listen to her when it came to my goals. My dad put a lot of effort keep me under his thumb after Kristine left. Me, I was just so damn angry and hurt. I had friends, but there were only few and they would only be driven away by me. Everyone else just loathed me cause of my dad and because of the horrible things I did. I want to talk to my family again. L but I still to this day cannot talk to my father, I can't even stand him, even after all of this he's still the same person who I've come to hate. Nothing has changed. He cut me off as a Prescott and as his son. But in a way I've come to terms with that, I realized that I can start living as myself instead of living as a Prescott but…"

"But?"

"Whenever I look at myself in the mirror, whenever I think back on those days. I think about all the sick things I committed; I think about the day in the bathroom when I shot Chloe Price. I then ask myself 'why?' 'Why do I still get to have a normal life' 'I'm a monster, I hurt people and tore lives apart. I should still be punished for it all. I should suffer for them. I can't ever forgive myself, and I can't let myself forget.'"

The therapist writes down every detail she hears on her notepad. Nathan looks out on the window; the sun begins to penetrate some of the clouds and shine down on the window. The rays engulf half of Nathan's face letting him feel the chilling warmth. He doesn't mind however, as he observes himself in the mirror and witnesses his own expression of melancholy.

"Do your past actions still disgust you to this day?" The therapist asks.

"All the time"

"That is because since then, you have grown. You feel remorse, you feel regret. You express a sense of shame for your past actions because you have realized your own responsibility for these actions as well the fact that you express a desire to do good for yourself and for others." The therapist replies in an encouraging tone

"For others?" Nathan asked

"You told me how you stopped a pedestrian from getting mugged last week, do you remember how you felt?" She asked

"Amazing, I felt like I could do it again." Nathan said, a small smile appeared in the corner of his mouth

"You may not realize it yet, but you're already on your way to be a better man. Helping someone takes a strength that not many can manifest immediately. You feel both an intense remorse for your past and a strong desire to make amends by reforming yourself through your actions. I know that you think yourself irredeemable, but do you think that's true for yourself?" The therapist asks Nathan, despite his earlier statement, Nathan starts to feel a little confused when considering an answer.

"I…I…. I don't really know. I just can't see myself like that." Nathan answers roughly

"Personally, I believe that redemption is only possible when people decide to try to redeem themselves. Otherwise, what would be the point? You may not think you are actively trying to seek redemption, but your recent actions say otherwise. But I recommend trying to learn how to forgive yourself. Sometimes, in order to do that we can always try seeking out those that still hold us in loving regard. So, try talking to someone you are close with such as your mother and sister, maybe even an old friend."

Nathan listened and absorbed every word; his chest grew a little lighter when thinking about what she said. Perhaps she has a point, he no longer is the drug-fueled and self-destructive teenager from before. Perhaps he can show that to the family he still has. Though it would probably be hard to not get entangled by the ropes he tried so hard to avoid.

"Maybe I can try talking to my mom and sister, but I doubt I could find any old friends. They're all gone remember. The dust event took them all back in 2013." Nathan responded.

"Talking with family should be a good place to start for you then." She says, she then turns her head to the clock ticking on the wall and observes the time.

"Well I'm afraid we'll have to wrap up today, but this is incredible progress Nathan. I encourage you to keep at it. Who says you can't soar to new heights? Also, as a reminder, though you do no longer need any of your original medication, I still want you to maintain a regular intake of your two daily pills for your bipolar disorder and your anxiety. While your lifestyle changes have obviously improved your overall mood and behavior, I still want you to take some caution before we decide to leave the woods." The therapist says as she shakes his hand.

"No of course, I understand. I do feel better, my head feels clear for the first time in years. Thank you." Nathan says with a confident smile. He leaves the office and greets the secretary goodbye, as he exits the building, he walks onto the bustling Manhattan street deciding what to do next on his day off from work and school. Looking back on the meeting, he takes out his phone and taps a number onto the screen whilst sitting on bench in a park.

He puts the phone to his ear as he feels the chilling breeze hit against his face, but he doesn't mind. The cold while numb also feels relaxing for Nathan. He hears the digital ring coming from his speaker but then someone picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kristine, hey it's me Nathan"

"Nathan? Is that really you? Hey lil bro, oh my God how you've been?" His sister asks excitedly

"I'm fine, actually I feel great. Things have been going great for me. I'm sorry that I haven't talked in so long" Nathan replies, he tries hard not to choke, its been years since he talked to his sister. Their conversation carries on among the cold and happiness overwhelms him. But for the first time, Nathan feels warm.

A/N: Hopefully you all enjoyed this. While I don't think this may be how actual therapy is carried out. I wanted to show the audience that Nathan has truly transformed emotionally, and mentally over the years. I wanted to set up his character more for the incoming story as it will his newfound resolve clash with the sins of his past. Also, the dust event as I call it is something that will be central to the main story as well. I'll let you think about what it means. Maybe it is exactly what it means or would it mean something else?