"But it would not be easy, training to become the heir to the power of Iron Man. It would prove to be a task not simple, as I would soon discover... "

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It was an early Saturday morning, really early. The boy, Peter, was yawning in his seat on a bus headed to Brooklyn. On that cold March morning, he was wearing something that was not part of his regular attire; gym clothes. Other than Physical Education, Peter was not much of an athlete; then having to be creative for what to wear, he wore Uncle Ben's old basketball jersey, Aunt May's sports jacket and his high school gym shorts, coupled with his famous red sneakers. Mr. Stark had been very specific as to what the boy should use in the holographic message that had appeared in the boy's window, which almost gave him a heart attack.

Peter tries to stifle the yawning, but it was not an easy task. On top of it being six in the morning, he was practically awake all night. Everything that had happened yesterday looped in his mind; Iron Man, Carnage, Flash in danger, his Quirk... he almost couldn't comprehend it. He stops and looks at his right forearm; the bruise had healed impressively fast, leaving only a purple and very painful mark in place. He begrudgingly lied to Uncle Ben that it was some kind of injury, but saying that he had been bitten by a radioactive spider and had been given a quirk wasn't any easier to explain. He had decided to keep the whole situation under wraps, at least for now.

The bus then stops. Peter quickly grabs his backpack and gets out of the vehicle. Skipping the last step, the boy is faced with the two large buildings in which the bus stop was in front; the United States Postal Service building and the Brooklyn School of Law. That place reminded him of the time when Aunt May worked in the Postal Service, and took all his letters to Santa Claus... the memories made the brunette smile, he then adjusts his backpack on his shoulders and starts walking; it was a few more blocks to Pier 4.

Aunt May had been extremely concerned by the news she had heard on the radio about the Carnage attack, the involvement of two boys and Peter's unusual delay, fortunately the brunette had a helping hand so that the women would not lock him up at home;

"You distracted her from the news with the song you danced at the high school prom?" Asks the impressive boy for his uncle's wit.

"I may be old Peter..." His uncle Ben says, placing the hot chocolate in the two mugs and handing one to the boy "but I'm still more shrewd than ever hehehe..."

The two toast the chocolate mugs and take a sip, enjoying the warm and cozy taste of the chocolate, until Benjamim looks at his nephew with a slightly more serious look, making sure that his wife had indeed gone to sleep, and then bringing his attention back to the boy, who swallows when he sees his uncle's gaze on him.

"So... will you tell me what really happened?" He asks in a serious tone. Benjamin was not noted for being good at intimidation; he was quite average in height, his only muscles came from manual labor, never having attended a gym or anything like that, and his face was almost always not bearded, given his known discomfort with it. But there was something about wanting to show authority that made him a very respected man in the community; but Peter was never able to highlight what it was. His gray, ruffled hair gave him a cool look, his face was round and the lines made him look more harmless, maybe it was his eyes; the gray could represent a harmless cloudy sky but it could also mean the approaching storm, anyway, Peter couldn't say. And even though he was a very friendly person and usually saved him from Aunt May's scolding, he knew when it was time to take things seriously...like that situation

Peter then tells his uncle the whole story, Carnage, the "rescue" of Flash and even his encounter with Iron Man; leaving only the situation of Iron Man himself and his Quirk. Ignoring the flight and the conversation in the building, Peter got a very convincing story, since he had not lied, only omitted some pieces.

Ben stared at his nephew for a while; Peter couldn't say whether his uncle had bought his story, but he was sure of one thing; if he looked away, the older man would certainly be more suspicious. Fortunately, his uncle then breaks his gaze, leaning back in his chair and letting out a tired breath.

"I know you dream of being a hero Peter..." the uncle says taking off his glasses and wiping them on his shirt, he did this when he was embarrassed or touched on an uncomfortable subject; like this. "...but throwing yourself headfirst in danger is not going to help anything, it will just end up killing you, and you know that May would kill me if that happened." He ends it with a little humor; it was what he had taught Peter most importantly, humor, joy can be a weapon that many use to hurt others, but he could use it as armor, and protect himself from the world and help others to defend themselves as well.

"Got it, Ben. I'm sorry..." the brunette says, absorbing his uncle's words and lowering his head a little ashamed, but soon feeling his uncle's callused hands stroking his hair, the boy looks up and sees his uncle smiling as he withdraws his hand from the boy's head.

"It's okay Peter, just be more rational in the future, okay?" the boy nods, agreeing with his uncle; who then gets up, taking the rest of the chocolate from his cup and depositing it in the sink "well, I'm going to sleep now, don't go to bed too late, I know tomorrow is Saturday, but I want you to go out for a while, without staying the day all locked in the room."

"All right Ben…"

"Oh and Peter, don't stay without glasses for a long time, it will strain your eyes too much." The uncle says and then enters his room, leaving the boy alone in the room, making the boy realize that his new powers had also corrected his myopia...

Peter then realized that he had arrived at his destination, the walk had been impressively fast while his thoughts were busy. He faces that small strip of sand, with a few meters of material separating the concrete from the ocean; a place that was once so pleasant, even though it was just an attempt at a beach in the middle of the city, and which was now just a dump; piles and piles of waste and debris spread across the sand and blocked much of the landscape, it was a sad sight.

Peter can then observe a figure standing in the middle of the beach, staring at the piles of garbage; due to his thinness and being the only person on the beach, the boy can deduce that was Mr. Stark. The boy then approaches the man, luckily he was close enough to the sidewalk so that the boy did not have to walk on the sand. He then approaches the man without speaking, just stopping by his side and watching the garbage too, thinking about why Iron Man chose that specific location, the history he could have with that location, the memories…

"My father used to bring me here when I was a little boy, in the few days he left we came here, to enjoy the day at sea, in the sand, and now, it's just a dump…" the man says, noticing the boy's presence on his side, telling Peter a little bit of his story.

"So that's why we came here, isn't it!? To make the beach go back to what it was and honor your father's memory..." The boy starts talking about the whole story behind Tony's choice of that beach

"What? No, of course not, I didn't even remember that this place existed, I remembered it this morning." the man says, interrupting the boy and crushing all his theories.

"So ... aren't we going to clean up the beach?" asks the boy

"Hmmm... yes, of course we are." the hero says smiling at the boy and looking back at the horizon. "I was reminded that I had promised to clean this beach until June then..."

"So your promise is what motivated you to come here?" asks Peter trying to get something right

"Oh, not either" Tony says laughing softly, simply feeling the boy's disappointment. "There is a much bigger reason for us to be here, something very special on this specific beach…" he says feeling the boy get excited and watching him pick up his notebook in his backpack and desperately trying to find some information that would tell him the importance of that place

"And what is it!? The battle with the Vulture was a few blocks away; your fight with Whip-Black was also in this area, it was by chance the appearance of…" The boy then begins to recite all the information that could relate that place with a heroic act, little did he know that the answer was much simpler

"None of that actually" Iron Man admits to the boy while looking the other way "is that Larry lives nearby, so this is the place he goes first!" the hero then says heading towards an old man who was pushing a hot dog cart.

"Larry...?" the boy immediately wonders, accompanying the hero towards the mysterious old man, who seemed to be the reason they were there "... a scientist disguised with new technology, retired hero with tips, a defeated villain with useful information…" the boy tries to think of a reason that the old man was so important to Mr. Stark

"Larry! How are you my dear?" The hero says when he gets close to you; he was a little stooped when he pushed the cart, when he heard the man calling him, he smiled widely, he had several wrinkles on his fair skin; he had white hair combed back and showed a white mustache. Dressed in a large coat over the sweater and wore glasses with reddish lenses

"Anthony! How long my boy! " The same responds by stopping the cart and staring at the man "it's been years since you came with your father..."

"It is a lot of rush in those times, isn't it?" Tony says amusingly to the man "so, we came for the best hot dog in New York, can you see us two?"

"Two?" The old man was startled for a moment, until he turned his attention to Peter, who remained silent and with his head down, until he saw that the man was staring at him "Ah! Look at you there kid, very pleased to meet you. Your son?" Larry asks Tony as he starts making sandwiches; without realizing that the boy Peter was now scared to think; I am not his son, but this situation will be very embarrassing if he says that I am not his son...

"No, actually, he's my new ... intern, that's it! Young apprentice ya know? " The same says making up a last-minute excuse. "He's my new personal assistant, he's the son of a friend, and I promised to meet him here to go to the lab." Tony says smiling at Peter as he hands the man a 100$ bill, telling him to keep the change.

The two of them shortly afterwards were both sitting side by side on a bench, staring at the piles of rubbish while enjoying the snack; Peter, even though he was disappointed at first because they were there, could not be happier, he had not had breakfast, so that was a salvation for him, besides being very good, as Mr. Stark himself had commented; everything seemed homemade, the sausage, the bread, even the mustard. When they finished eating, the older man then got up, taking the boy's dirty napkin, and together with his own, throwing them in a trash can and standing in front of the boy who was still sitting.

"Ok kid, time to see what you can do." He same says by clicking on your watch, activating that piece of armor, making a red metal glove occupy his palm and the first pieces of his fingers, and quickly pointing it equipment to the boy, who is surprised by the beam of light that passes through his body, as if scanning it, and in a short time the hero finishes the analysis and projects a holographic figure of the boy in his palm

"Woooooooow…" the boy didn't even blink as he stared at his own holographic image, surrounded by graphs and equations that he didn't immediately recognize.

"Okay, according to the primary analysis two things have been concluded..." Iron Man says scratching his chin while sitting on the bench again "First; your sweat glands seem to have changed and now they are also producing some kind of protein gel that solidifies on contact air… " the same says observing the chemical calculations of the boy's sweat analysis

"...like a spider's web..." the boy says staring at his wound on the wrist

"Exactly." Tony says without looking at the boy, not realizing his happy face when he heard that Tony Stark had agreed with a thought of his " But it seems that the amount you produce is too big to come out at once by the sweat glands, that's why they broke your skin and hurt you."

"So, what do we do?"

"Let's put that aside for now, we have other things to focus on." The hero says changing the image to zoom in on the boy's hand, which showed some tiny hairs on his palm "and second; you also apparently grew a special type of 'setules' in your hands… "

"Microscopic hairs that make spiders and geckos be able to climb vertical surfaces or even upside down..." the boy responds staring at his hand trying to feel such 'setules', but failing, they were too small.

"It must be, I'm not very fascinated in biology, but we can already test it for sure." The hero says, looking back at the image, not realizing much more "You probably also have improved strength and agility, that was what most of the guinea pigs presented… "

"Well, something else happened in the battle against Carnage," he says, not looking at the hero, just holding his chin and looking down, as if trying to remember the events. "Before you arrived, before I shot the web, I felt Carnage approaching, even if I didn't see him or heard him…" he ends up turning his attention to Iron Man wishing that he could give an explanation

"Hmmm…" Tony then, with the new information in mind, begins to search the information he had, trying to find an answer " Your normal body hair seems to have grown in size, and your nerve skin sensors have increased the number of connections with the epithelial cells, which means…"

"...that I gained a super sensitivity in the skin..." the boy reasons and comes to such a conclusion. "I must then be able to feel the vibrations in the air that approach me; as a hyper sensor of space and movement… "

"Yes, but that name is too long, let's call it... 'Spider Sense'! Yeah, I like that! " Mr. Stark says turning off the hologram and getting up, then heading for the sand. "Come on boy, time to decide how your training routine will be..." The boy then gets up and follows the hero.

The two walk across the sand to the piles of rubbish and rubble at the edge of the sea. Peter had already taken off his coat and left it with the backpack on the bench so it wouldn't get dirty; and Tony had increased the armor that now covered his entire right arm.

"Ok boy, the initial training will prepare you to, ya know ... don't die on the M.A initiation test." the man says without looking at the boy, and watching the pieces of rubble, as if he was choosing.

"Ah, all right… wait! How do you know I want to join M.A!? ...Ah, of course, it is the best course of heroes, everyone wants to enter there." The boy asks and answers his own question; he knew that if he was going to be a hero he should go to the best school of all.

"Okay, so we need to prepare the basics, that is, your strength and agility, are two more useful and versatile skills for any initiation challenge." Tony says taking a broken piece from a sink with his armored arm and analyzing the weight; 20kg "But for that, we need to measure what you can handle as of now, catch!" He finishes and throws the piece of granite towards the boy.

In a reflex Peter moves away from the piece that had flown in his direction, making him fall on the sand. He looks at Mr. Stark who looks at him impatiently, the boy then approaches the piece of sink and with both hands, tries to raise it, and to his surprise, succeeds. It wasn't very easy, but for someone who only ever carried books, it was certainly an improvement.

"Very well boy, I already got an initial measure." He says approaching the boy smiling and printing some leaves by the arm "With some calculations I managed to adjust a training to increase your strength enough for the average of the registered in the MA." He says handing him the papers. "Know that it is a super difficult training, it will govern all aspects of your life and is proposed so that you can finish cleaning the beach and prepare yourself in 6 months, do you think you can handle it?"

"I always knew that I would have to try harder than the others..." The boy says, observing the proposed exercises, the necessary diet and even the hours of sleep "...but now that I have a real chance, I will not relax until I reach my goals!"

"Now you're talking!" Tony says excitedly hitting the boy on the back with his armored arm and making him fall into the sand "...sorry, my bad..."

"And so my six months of absolute hell started..."

For the rest of the morning, Tony forced the boy to pull, push, lift and carry the various debris scattered on the beach; tires, files, old computers, pieces of household appliances. Peter felt he was exercising like he had never exercised in his life, as he had never made more effort than carrying books on his back and a toolbox for Uncle Ben; and yet, Peter could feel the different muscles working according to the different wastes he carried.

Saturday and Sunday mornings were almost the same when it came to pushing rubble through the sand, and soon it was already Monday. Peter was in Professor Quentin Beck's math class on Monday morning, his muscles were sore, he was exhausted, even his fingers had bandages due to some cuts, but he didn't care, he needed to do that if he wanted to get into M.A. With that in mind, he started to analyze some factors;

"It would be better if I finished cleaning the beach one week before the initiation test, which would leave only 205 days, if I consider recovery periods when I will rest every two days of training, it means that I will be having only 138 days training really, which even in my most efficient phase may not be enough. I have to sleep a minimum of six hours, so if I take that into account, I can add two hours of the day to count as a workout, but I have to remember to work all muscle groups, if not…" The boy starts murmuring to himself not paying attention in class and not realizing that all the classmates and the teacher were staring at him, he realized, thanks to the spider sense the approach of a chalk, which made him get up and deflect before the object hit his forehead

"Look Peter, I know you were attacked by a villain and everything, but just chill." Professor Beck says looking at him tiredly, even though he is the youngest teacher at school "if you really want to get into M.A. you have to know at least something." The teacher says and writes again on the blackboard.

"And of course...I still have to study..."

When Peter realized, half the training was over. It was the end of May, luckily the classes ended at the end of June, so he could focus on just training and preparing for the entrance exam. His routine had become something he never imagined would pass; he woke up very early and ran to the beach to spend the first hours of the day carrying weight from side to side, and eventually did some exercises with improvised equipment. Then he would run to school for classes in the morning, as he still needed to maintain good grades for school records, then he would have lunch at home; a much larger than normal amount, especially of proteins, due to muscle growth and the protein gel that formed the web; which he had to extract every two days, since he always produced it and could not let it accumulate, but he had already learned to control it better, even with the injuries he still had.

Of course, all this change would not go unnoticed by Uncle Ben; he had made his confidant about the whole situation, he trusted his uncle a lot and knew that he only wanted his good, since he still blamed himself for Peter not being born with powers. He helped him with his studies, training, and especially distracting Aunt May; he had convinced his wife that it was something from the boys' teens, gaining muscle and impressing the girls, Peter had blushed too much at the comment, but had to follow the flow to convince May, even as a result of his aunt bombarding him with questions about girls ... But it was worth it, she didn't even suspect it and Peter could talk about training and using powers with his uncle when May was gone;

"Aracnidea…" Ben suggested sitting on the kid's bed as he played up and grabbed a baseball.

"Nope!" the boy Peter responds while trying to focus on the history lesson at his desk.

"Come on, it's Latin, it's cool!" Ben retorts.

"Even if it is, I don't think we can just name my Quir…"

"Spider! That's right! It will be 'Spider'! " The elder interrupts his nephew with animation as if he had discovered gold.

"This one is really cool, different from the others you suggested." the boy says sarcastically and feels an approximation, quickly dropping the pencil and catching the ball that came towards him with his hand before it hit him "...but as I was saying , I don't think we have jurisdiction to appoint a quirk

"You are very boring boy, I should have the role of boring man in this family."

"I am not boring." the boy says turning to his uncle giving him the ball.

"Course you are! Now drop that notebook, we have training to do…" The man says taking his nephew by the arms and lifting him from the chair.

"What do you mean training? I'll be training with Mr. Stark tomorrow morning…" The boy retorts while his uncle puts him on his shoulders, like he did when he was little so he could see over people's heads.

"You may be, but let's test those sticky hands" The uncle says "...come on, stick to the ceiling!"

"Do you think that just telling me to do things will they happen?" the boy says fearfully, but even so wanting to test this power, he has tried a few times to climb the wall, but never managed. The most he had achieved was to stick a spoon in his hand; Ben had to help him get it out...

"Come on champion, it's like when I tried to teach you how to play baseball…" the uncle encourages.

"Emphasis on the word 'tried' ..." The brunette says discredited but still trying to stick his hands to the ceiling.

"...it's a leap of faith!" The elder says to his nephew, transmitting him through the look behind the spectacles lenses, the gray eyes transmitting the calm and confidence of him who was like a father to the boy, who had taught him to swim, to walk on a bicycle, who tried to teach him some sport, and who now taught him to use his new powers.

"Okay…" the boy says closing his eyes and taking a deep breath; a leap of faith.

The boy then puts his hands on the ceiling and, unlike other times, he already imagined himself walking on the ceiling, confident that this time he could do it.

Uncle Ben was still holding him and soon after he started pushing the boy's legs so that his bare feet also touched the ceiling, since there had also been an incident of a sock tightly attached to his nephew's feet. Benjamin did not let go of the boy for a moment, until they were in the final position; Peter with his hands and toes on the ceiling and Ben holding him by the waist. The older man then starts to walk away, slowly letting go of the boy, until he realizes that he has really stuck to the ceiling!

Benjamin steps back to face his nephew upside down, trapped in the ceiling by the arrows in his hands and feet. The boy smiles at his uncle who responds with the same animation, he then reaches out to his nephew, who releases one hand to do a high-five, but this causes him to lose his concentration and the arrows then come loose and he falls.

Fortunately Uncle Ben had gone faster and managed to dive under the boy, grabbing him before he crashed to the floor. The boy then falls being muffled by his uncle and the two burst out laughing.

"Hahaha ... look Peter, give it next time, let's put a mattress down here ok?" Ben says stopping laughing for a moment "You're getting too heavy boy... hehehe"

"Hehe, ok Uncle Ben", he says, staring at the ceiling, a little sore, but quite happy, until he notices the time; 17: 00… "I have to go for a run before it gets too dark." the boy says getting up and quickly grabbing his gym clothes to run and changing quickly, being about to leave the room.

"Alright hero ... but, Peter!" the uncle says getting up too, but he calls the boy before he leaves, and he turns his attention to the uncle "don't forget, I will always be here if you fall to catch you." he says, giving the boy a friendly smile.

"I know Uncle Ben ..." he returns the smile and leaves.

Even with a tiring study and exercise routine, his afternoon run was almost a moment of leisure; he knew the speed he had to maintain to be really exercising, but after doing this for weeks he had gotten used to it, so it was a lot more comfortable; he used that time to think about different things and to really rest his mind.

He liked to run through the center of Forest Hills, it was very comfortable most of the time, he knew streets to avoid the crowds and he liked to see the shopkeepers he knew and the brick buildings so familiar to him.

Now it was on the last lap, it was just after 18:00 and now it was passing through a less populated area, most of the houses were abandoned and there was one store or another that tried to survive. He didn't feel very comfortable there, but it was the best and most efficient route for his goal. Usually nothing happened, at most some noisy drunk or a cat in the trash. But that time was certainly not normal;

"Where's the money, old man !?" Peter heard someone talking from inside the passing alley, he stops and looks inside, his eyes quickly get used to the darkness and he sees a scene that makes him quickly hide behind a pile of garbage.

At the end of the alley, two men in suits appeared to be threatening a third. Those in suits were tall, well muscled, dressed like lawyers, one had black hair, the other was blond, but both had the same short military cut. The threatened man was no stranger to Peter, he had already seen him in one of the Chinese spice shops on the other corner; he was dressed like a worker, a green apron over his white clothes, he also had plastic gloves still in his hands; he was an Asian gentleman, his few gray hairs were concentrated on the back of his head and were combed back, his skin was full of spots and a little wrinkled.

But what made Peter more apprehensive was the scene itself; the men in ties each held a gun in their hands, the blonde was holding the man by the shirt, lifting him and pressing him against the brick wall, while the dark-haired man threatened the man, charging him some money while occasionally hitting his head with the gun, or threatened to shoot.

"Listen up Xing-Ling" the man says again pressing the barrel of the gun against the old man's temple "the deal is simple, you pay Tombstone and Tombstone protects you, how do you think you haven't been mugged yet?"

"P-p-please d-don't hurt me…" he was shaking with fear and could not speak properly "...my granddaughter became ill, and I helped her with the medication and…" he was silent with a punch on his stomach and the blond man dropping him on the floor.

"Listen here, old man", the blonde this time takes the line "we don't know how you do it in the communist country, but here things are like that, if you don't pay…" he triggers the gun "you are not needed alive…"

Peter couldn't do anything...he had to call someone, the heroes, the police, Iron Man, anyone! But he hadn't brought his phone, it's too far from anywhere to use a phone before it was too late; he needed to do something himself, wait, he had powers now, he couldn't wait to complete high school to start helping people, not when he witnessed something like that. But he needed a strategy...

"Okay, you have three seconds to tell us where the money is ..." the dark-haired man says, triggering the gun and placing the barrel on the head of the man who remained in the fetal position, groaning in pain "1 ... 2 ..."

But before he can even think of pulling the trigger, he sees a thread coming from his left and sticking to the gun, and in less than a second, it is pulled out of his hand quickly, he gets scared and looks in the direction where it had come from, seeing only the same gun coming towards him and hitting him hard on the forehead, popping his nose and making him stagger back.

His partner, who was lighting a cigarette while facing the back of the alley, quickly pulls his gun on hearing the commotion and sees only a blur in front of the alley moving quickly towards him. He tries to shoot, but the blur was too fast, he shoots, but sees only the occasional flash of the gun as the bullets uselessly hit the bricks and reflect. The blur then stuck to the wall when he realized that the bullets were gone, the man tried to reload, but quickly felt something in contact with his face and realized that a kind of fibrous goo had completely covered his face, preventing him from seeing and breathing right.

Peter tried to ignore the pain of the second puncture in his forearm, as he seemed to have taken the second henchman out of the fight. But then he sees the first; he got up a little staggeringly, taking the gun that had hit him in the face and crumpling it as if it were aluminum foil; Peter then perceives his fist with a certain metallic sheen, 'it must be his Quirk' thought the boy. And when he least expected it, he felt his spider sense alert him and he bends down, narrowly escaping a punch from the first man, who had broken the bricks of the place where his head was shortly.

In a reflex, Peter punches the man's belly, which makes him lose his breath for a moment and walk back a few steps, standing under the only light in the alley, a slightly old pole. His nose was red and crooked and blood dripped from his face, he raises his fists, making Peter confirm his theory, the man now had steel fists, literally.

Peter then walks over to the man too, but with his arms down, preparing more to dodge than to hit.

"I'm going to erase your existance, brat..." the men say with hatred getting closer to the boy, luckily Peter had ripped off one of the sleeves of his coat and improvising a mask.

The man quickly tries to punch the boy, having already knocked out much bigger men with a single blow, the only problem was to hit the same. Because of the spider sense, Peter sensed exactly where the blow would come from and, along with his improved agility, easily deflected. Down, right, left, no matter where the blow came from, he managed to dodge.

In a burst of fury, the criminal throws himself in the direction of the boy, in an attempt to grab, however, when he feels such an approach, the boy uses all the strength of his legs and jumps, escaping the reach of the man, who is unbalanced and falls to the ground, Peter lands on top of him.

With no time to breathe, Peter jumps again, doing a somersault backwards and escaping the shot of the second criminal who had recovered the weapon and managed to get the web out; but in a painful way, apparently, since he had some pieces around his face that was quite red. He tries to shoot more, but Peter manages to deflect too and throws another web in his hand with the gun, pinning it to the wall. And quickly with two more shots, stick his other hand and his face again, one out, definitely now. His forearms were now very sore and bleeding, but luckily the web came out through the holes already opened, even if it hurt a lot, since it always broke the clotting that was trying to form.

The spider sense fires again, he sees the first criminals approaching, he tries to jump again, but the man was already prepared for it, and grabs his leg, throwing him on the wall. Peter slams his back against the brick wall, the air escapes from his lungs, he tries to scream, but nothing comes out, by reflex, he launches a web, which sticks to something that he did not immediately recognize

"It's now time for you die, you little shit ..." the man says, squeezing the boy's neck with iron hands, ready to kill him

Peter did not know what to do, he tried to hit the man, but even with his strength increased, his oxygenate was low, he felt his conscience slowly fading, until he felt again the web that would launch reflex, realizing that it was stuck in a plant pot placed in one of the windows of the other building. With his last moments of life, he throws another web with the other arm towards the vessels using his last forces, pulls him towards him. It falls. And it shatters on the bandit's head, which softens, dropping Peter's neck and falls unconscious on the ground.

Peter also falls face down, trying to pull as much oxygen as possible into his lungs, coughing and spitting. He removes the mask, he had succeeded, he had stopped a robbery, or whatever. He had been a hero...

He then gets up and goes towards the old man, who slowly got up and looked around him, not understanding what had happened. Peter then approaches him;

"Are you okay?" the boy asks putting his hand on the old man's shoulder, which frightens him, but soon he composes himself when he sees that he was just a child "Everything is fine now…" he says smiling at him, even though he is sweaty, bleeding and full of bruises, then he smiles back and bend down and hugs the boy, who is unresponsive for a moment, since he still felt a lot of pain, but pats the man on the back.

So that's how the heroes felt...

Shortly afterwards the area had two police cars parked in front of the alley, the police were putting criminals in the cars; a paramedic obtained a report from the victim, the old man described what he had seen. While two professional heroes searched the area;

"Are you sure they were Tombstone's lackeys?" one of the heroes, Frank Castle, the Punisher asks, with the gun stuck in his back and watching the scene, unlike his colleague...

"The police managed to identify the two as part of the gang, apparently they were here collecting the tax." the blind hero, Daredevil, replies the partner, observing that scene in a different way, smelling the sticky substance he had found on the fists of one of the criminals.

"What the hell happened then?" Frank says impatiently, knowing that Tombstone's henchmen were generally discreet and strong enough not to worry about the police...

"I think we have a new watchman, just like the old days." The hero dressed as a demon says to then jump to the fire escape to use the buildings to get around the night back to Hell's Kitchen.

"Crazy..." Frank says returning to the police cars "...old times..."

A little away from there, on 20 Ingram Street, Peter was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, going over what had just happened ...the theft, the fight, being a hero... he had been lucky for his uncle went to dinner at some friends' house and left only a note; they had done this before, but Peter was exceptionally grateful for that fact, as he was not in the mood to justify the bruises and blood on his arms. He had taken a shower and bandaged his arms, but none of that seemed to matter now, he had been a hero, he had helped someone... a dream he had for so long, coming true in such a short time; gaining powers and helping people, he wanted and certainly would continue to help people, mainly because he now had a goal; the criminals had cited a Tombstone ...

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...but who was Tombstone?