After the shooting, someone nearby had called the police and an ambulence, and when they got there it was too late. The man had gotten away. Not just with theft, but with my Uncle Ben's life.
At the time the world was going faster than what my mind could handle, and when my mind had come to I was holding May's cool hand in between my own in the hospital.
I later heard about one of her vital organs being nicked as the bullet passed though her, but at least there was a hope, and if there's a will, there's a way. Right? Besides I needed to get him, but how?
After about a week of brainstorming I had decided to look for him myself, since the police were plainly too busy, besides I wasn't going out without a disguise.
I first only wore black pants, black gloves, black tennis shoes(a common and easy to get brand, so it would be harder to track back to me), black jacket with a hood(hmm I think I'm seeing a pattern here), black sunglasses, and lastly a black turtle neck that I would pull up over my nose. It was smart, but after about two or so weeks of this I was seeing the flaws.
One, I couldn't go far wearing this. Two, it's hard to move in. Three, it's hard to breath with the turtle neck pulled up over my nose and mouth, and much much more. But, one night after failing once again to find that man, I punched the nearest wall in anger. Hearing a crack(and I'm not talking about my hand) I looked up to see a poster. On that poster was a face, staring back at me.
I first glared at it like it was the one who had put all the pain I had upon me, but I later gave up knowing it was no use.
After giving a sigh of defeat I started looking at it with more interest. Noticing how it was slighty frightening with its hollow but buggy eyes. The rest of the face was red while the white eyes extended out to the sides. After a few moments I had decided I liked it, but at the time I didn't know I would later fashion this face upon myself, but of course with a slightly different look.
Three or so days later I was walking out from the hospital that Aunt May was staying in. She was still unconscious and not improving. I wished I could help, but what could I do? Nothing. Well at least in this context.
I started for the long walk "home" with a heavy heart as I couldn't stop recalling the recurring nightmares.
As I stepped into the fosterhome I encountered a fight going on amongst the older kids of sixteen and seventeen, again. But, that didn't stop me from going up into the room I was sharing, and as I started for my desk I noticed a spider.
As I got closer I noticed its slight fuzziness and body shape to identify it as a Wolf Spider and she seemed trapped in a glass jar.
She was frantically scrambling around at first until she noticed me coming closer. She stopped. Then she turned her eyes to me for help as if knowing I was a friend. So, I complied to her wishes.
I unsrewed the lid and tilted the glass jar to an angle to let her free on the desk, but once free she noticed the distance to the window and came to me begging for a ride. So, once again I did her bidding.
As she slinked her way to the ground from the two story windowsill I admired her quick, but nimble pace. While watching her I remembered the face I had encountered a few days ago and had my breakthrough.
The next week or so I worked sleeplessly on my idea for my first suit and web shooters and as proof I had started to sleep in my high school classes even thought I was at the ripe age of fourteen and a half. My grades didn't get any damage, but I did have a few teachers yell at me.
Then I started my search once again for the man that had taken what was most dear to me, but as my new alter ego, Spiderman.
The difference from before was the unlucky men to come across me in my search weren't left alone anymore, but were left in a sticky situation along with a card.
The card had a spider on the back and on the front it read, "Your Friendly Neiborhood Spiderman", and that is how New York started to know Spiderman.
I wish I could write more about Peter dealing with school, fostercare, and his feelings, but I was focusing on how he got his suit, so not to make it too long I wrote less on the topics I wanted to write on. I'll try to write more about those topics later on, so I hope you enjoy this new chapter!