Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I've been caught up with school, studying, and this other filter I had but I don't wanna bore you with the details. I can honestly say that I may have lost interest in writing some other stories I have, which is definitely going to worry some of my other loyal readers XD.

Hope this chapter can make up for the delay. Love y'all and Spidey is life.

The stars twinkled bright, like a thousand diamonds in a big black expanse. Uncle Ben used to take him outside the back porch and fire up the grill, always ready for a late-night burger. Peter never really understood the importance of stars. To him, the scientist part of him, just saw the stars as luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity, miles away from them. Too far from his reach.

"They're us after we've turned to dust," Uncle Ben had told him that night, the corner of his lip stained for ketchup as he messily ate his burger/Sloppy Joe combination. Peter hadn't really understood the true meaning behind it; Uncle Ben was always weird like that, always with an odd philosophy lesson to share.

He sat on the edge of a rooftop on an old building that used to be a factory for toys. It's been abandoned way before Peter was ever born; why they never sold it, or burn it down, he would never know. He chewed on his churro the nice Dominican woman down at his neighborhood's grocery store had given him when he gave her directions to the nearest bathroom. He never played the little deeds for treats, but hey, he skipped lunch.

He continued to stare up at the black night sky, the churro long gone as he swung his legs slightly. Today had been a good day, great even. An 'A' on an algebra test, he made it on time for the subway bus, and he found a perfectly working old CD player down in the local dumpster. Hell, it was even Friday.

Tragedies always happened to the best of people.

His phone rung, shrieking, and he pulled it out from the crappy sweats he was now forced to wear ever since that Goblin incident. He sure as hell couldn't ask Aunt May for a raise on his allowance, and he was only an intern for Mister Stark. He was just gonna have to wait until he had enough money to fix his suit.

He lowered the screen's glow when it nearly stabbed into his corneas, and he answered the call button from 'Unknown'.

"Hello?"

"Is this Peter Parker?" a man's voice asked, one Peter did not recognize.

He furrowed his brows behind the crappy mask, lifting it up to his nose for his voice to sound less muffled. "Yeah."

"This says here you are the emergency contact for a May Parker...?" the last part dragged off into a question.

Heart leaping into his throat, Peter's eyes widened to the size of saucers. He instantly straightened, willing himself not to panic. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. "She's my aunt."

"Well, according to her file, your aunt has been involved in a vehicle accident," the woman said, "and she has you listed here as her emergency contact..."

Her voice faded into white noise. His mind spun, his heart pounding in his ears, and all he could think about was May, May, May. He hadn't even realized he was running until he thrust his arm and shot a web to a nearby flagpole. The wind slapped him across the face as he swung from the building, yet he didn't feel the exhilaration of web-slinging like he usually did. His entire body was rigid with concern, worried out of his goddamn mind. Please be okay, please be okay, he thought to himself.

It was a chant in his head, like the sounds of the drums in school, or whenever that guy from the Bulge ranted about his alter-ego for a half hour, his ugly mustache plastered across the giant billboard.

He swung, swung, swung. Ran, ran, ran. Thought, thought, thought.

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay.

"Nothing?" Rhodey echoed, wondering if he had heard right.

"Nothing," Steve repeated with a small shake of his head. "It's like he's some kind of ghost. He just appeared and then disappeared."

They had been searching nonstop for the newly named 'Green Goblin'—real original, Jameson— and yet still no word of the guy. No sightings, no hints, not even a flash of green or a glider nearby.

"Apparently he stole the glider and pumpkin bombs from OsCorp weeks ago," Steve went on, looking more and more worried by the span of time it took to find this guy. "Osborn refuses to sit down for an interview."

"He's intimidated by me," Tony snarked from where he was sliding his fingers across the screen.

Rhodey rolled his eyes. "Well we need some kind of lead as to where this guy went. Especially if he's after us."

"Why don't we just ask the bug?"

Steve's brows tugged together in confusion. "Spider-Man?"

"Same thing," Tony waved a dismissive hand, "and that's not the point. The point is we weren't the only one fighting this hobgoblin. And Spidey just appeared out of nowhere. Maybe he's already found something, and I know, unlikely since I could've gotten it done faster."

Steve and Rhodey rolled their eyes in unison.

"I don't know, but it's worth a shot," Rhodes murmured, though he wasn't certain if Spider-Man would even know about this Green Goblin.

"Of course it's worth a shot. I suggested it."

"Tony?"

"Yes, Rhodey-Bear?"

"Shut up."

Okay, I am really sorry. I've been so busy with school and real life and lost my groove. Did you guys see Endgame? Captain Marvel? OMFG! I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT! Ugh! Okay, news now. This will be on a hiatus until school ends. So hopefully it's short, and then updates will be slightly more consistent. Thank you for being patient with me and sticking around, if you have XD

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