Before you read Chapter 1:
This is my first ever Spider-Man story of a possibly long running series based on my version of the Spider-Man universe and mythos, which is largely the same as the main version, but with some small differences (some of which is based on other versions of Spider-Man and some are based on my take of the world of Spider-Man). If you like this first chapter, make sure to stay tune for the second chapter. If you spot some grammatical errors or have tips on improvement in my writing, then make sure to give feedback. Anyway, enjoy!
It was a very normal morning in New York City. People were walking in the streets. It was the usual morning one would expect to see in New York. In that crowd is a very old man, with shabby looking clothes and a hat that had several holes and looked dirty. It was clear that he wasn't exactly well off in terms of money. He walks into a dark alleyway. He's about to reach the other side before-
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
The old man stops and turns to see a man with long hair walking towards him.
"What do you want?" The old man asked warily.
The man then pulls out a switchblade and grabs the old man. He holds the knife over the old man's throat.
"Wallet. NOW!"
The old man looks completely stunned and responds "Do I look like I own anything valuable?! I don't even have money!"
The man itches his knife closer to the old man's throat.
"You got to have something shiny." says the robber.
He takes the old man's wallet and then pushes him to the ground. He opens it and pulls out a ruby ring.
"Now that's shiny alright!" says the robber in excitement.
Before the man can pocket the ring, a voice calls out "Hey pal! Why don't you leave that precious man alone"
The robber then jumps and turns around to see where the voice came from.
"Don't you know what manners are, buddy?" the voice calls out again. A figure then appears by climbing on a street wall. The robber is shocked. This figure wore colors of red and blue.
"Holy shit, you're that Spider guy from the news!" shouts the robber in amazement.
"Very observant of you pal," Spider-Man sarcastically responded. "Now how about you leave that guy alone huh? We can do this the easy way, or-"
The robber laughs. The laugh sounded awful. Jeez, has this guy smoked much? Peter pondered.
"Ya think I'm scared of you Spider?!" the robber asked laughingly. "You look goddamn awful and ridiculous in that tight ass suit!"
"Or the hard way..." he sighed, then shrugs. "Well, I did warn you." he continued under his breath.
He shoots out webs that knock the knife out of his hand.
"What the hell?!" he shouts. He attempts to run, but Spider-Man webs his legs and then pins him to the wall.
"Right," Spider-Man says, who's not even exhausted while the robber breaths very heavily. "How about you behave now until the police arrive ok?"
The robber tries to say something, but Spider-Man webs his mouth shut.
"Don't worry, you'll breath through that." he says before walking to the old man still lying on the floor. Spider-Man then helps him up.
"You alright?" Spider-Man asks the old man as he is back on his feet.
"Yeah, thanks Spider guy." the old man thanked him.
"Please sir, it's Spider-Man sir," Spider-Man corrects him. "Remember the hyphem."
"O-of course," stutters the old man. He then said, "I remember the days when these streets were safe and young men were not so rare to meet. You should be proud of yourself!"
"Thanks!" says Spider-Man in a proud voice. "Well, better be off now. Stay away from dark alleyways now!"
He then jumps to the wall and jumps off before swinging out of sight. The old man looks up in amazement.
"I will!" the old man shouts. He then walks out of the alley.
An hour later...
Class is about to start in 10 minutes. Luckily still got time. One of the few times I actually make it in time... Peter thought to himself. He removes his costume and puts on his normal clothes, consisting of jeans, a Midtown high t-shirt, and a flannel shirt. He makes his way across to Midtown High School. Peter is happy he's not late, but he's not the biggest fan of Midtown. Ever since attending it, Peter has been the black sheep of the school. Before he got his powers, Peter was bullied and abused by many in the school, more so by fellow classmate Flash Thompson, the king of the school as everyone calls him by. But luckily for Peter, he has two friends that help him through it. Well, one is an actual friend, and the other is sort of a friend.
He enters the school and smiles when he sees his best friend, Harry Osborn, standing by his locker.
"Hi ya, Harry!" Peter greeted enthusiastically, patting Harry on the back.
"Hi Pete," Harry greeted, returning a nod. "How's it hanging?"
"Perfectly fine," Peter responded smilingly.
"Great. Ready for the math test?" Harry then asked with a questioning look.
Peter then moves his hand on his forehead and groans. Crap, I forgot about the goddamn Math test.
"Aw crap," he exclaimed. "Shit, no... I forgot."
Harry chuckled. "Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. You're too much of a genius to fail,"
"Shut up," Peter responded sarcastically.
Harry chuckled again
Sometime later...
"So, how did it go?" Harry asked as he and Peter walked out of the classroom along with the other students.
"Fine I think?" Peter muttered.
Harry patted him on the back with a reassuring look. They go to sit at a table in the canteen, eating their lunch. Harry, being the rich kid that he is, was able to afford food from the cantina booth. Peter, however, had to bring his own lunch. This was seen as embarrassing by the other students at school, especially those who come from wealthy families. Harry didn't mind it though.
"I wish we weren't broke..." Peter muttered under his breath.
Harry gave him a knowing look and said "My dad would honestly love to give you some money if he could. He loves you guys."
Peter made a slight sarcastic chuckle. "May wouldn't accept it. You know that."
Harry didn't respond. They continued to eat their lunch.
"How is your dad by the way?" Peter asked, as he hadn't seen Norman since... the funeral.
"I honestly have no idea," Harry answered with a shrug. "I think he's trying to buy some company or whatever. I honestly didn't pay attention to what he was talking about."
Peter nodded. He looked at his watch. Five minutes until Spanish.
"Well, we better get going. We got Español next," Peter told Harry.
Harry groaned. "Why is Spanish a subject? Why is language even a subject in the first place?"
Peter shrugged and grabbed his bag.
"Come on. Let's go Harry,"
"Fine," Harry replied with annoyance in his voice. They got up and left the canteen. Peter then saw Mary-Jane Watson walk. She smiled at him. Peter
Hours later
Peter exits the school bus. He has arrived in the part where he has lived all his life: Queens. He has lived in Queens his whole life, but not with his parents. They died years ago in a plane crash. He lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May Parker. Now however, it's only him and May since tragically, Ben lost his life while trying to stop a robber. Unknown to May however, Peter is indirectly responsible for this because of letting the robber earlier escape after he had robbed a wrestling promoter who scammed Peter out of 3,000 dollars by only getting 100 dollars. Peter still feels guilty 6 months after it happened. Peter decided to honor Ben and become Spider-Man.
He reaches the house he and May live in. He opens the door and enters. He notices a smell coming from the kitchen.
"Peter? Is that you?" an elderly woman asks.
"Yeah Aunt May. It's me," Peter answered and then asks, "What are you making for dinner?"
"Lasagna." Aunt May told him..
"Cool," Peter replied.
Peter goes to sit in the living room. He then looks out the window and sees MJ in her house. She is making food alongside her aunt Anna Watson. Peter smiles and fondly looks at MJ. He has had a crush on her ever since she moved in the same neighborhood. But that was when MJ lived with her father and mother. Her father was arrested, and her mother was forced into rehab. So ever since, Anna moved into the house and has looked after MJ. Anna and May became good friends as well ever since Anna moved into the neighborhood.
An hour later...
Peter and May were eating lasagna at the dinner table.
"So good," Peter said while having lasagna in his mouth.
May chuckled and said, "They were always one of your favorites."
"Well, your wheat cakes are the best," Peter
May smiled. "How was your day then?" she asked.
"Fine," Peter replied. "Nothing special."
"That is good,"
"You know," Peter said, sitting straighter now. "If Mr. Osborn were to give us money, would you take it?"
May thought for about a half a minute before asking, "Has he asked you?"
"No," Peter replied. "Harry said that he probably would if we or Harry asked. But would you?"
"I don't know Peter. Not easy to answer," she answered doubtfully.
"Try," Peter pleaded.
"Ben probably wouldn't," she replied. "He was full of pride. He would hate being the one who gets helped."
Peter didn't respond. The thought of Uncle Ben was painful. He still felt unimaginable guilt over what happened. Every time he saw or thought something that reminded him of Ben, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It hurt even more since it was his fault.
"Have you moved on?" he asked.
May looked at Peter with a questioning look. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"
"You talk about Ben as if it's been forever since he... you know..." Peter couldn't finish his sentence. He can't tell May he was responsible for his death. He is scared how she might react.
"I know it hasn't been long," May replied, . "But I can't talk about him always. You know that. Sometimes, even if it's a short period, we have to move on,"
Peter didn't say anything. He stared at his plate for a while.
"Thanks for the dinner," he murmured. He then walked upstairs to his room. It was a relatively small room, but big enough for Peter. There was several science and parkour posters. There was also pictures of Peter with May and Ben, Peter and Harry, and pictures of his parents. Peter laid in his bed and put on earplugs to listen to music, and pulled up a comic book to read. He read for several hours before he decided to go to bed. He brushed his teeth, said goodnight to May and went back to his bedroom to lay himself on the bed. He then promptly fell asleep.
End of Chapter 1: Alleyway Justice
Writers' notes
And we're off! If you enjoyed this first chapter and wanna see more, just follow the book and stay tuned for Chapter 2 and eventually the other chapters as well. This is of course NOT a origin story for Spider-Man. We seriously do NOT need to go there again. Instead, it's AFTER he's become Spider-Man, 6 months to be exact. He and MJ aren't a thing yet. We'll see how that turns out of course. And Peter isn't exactly over his uncle just yet either. So I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter. If you wanna give tips on how to improve my writing as well as possibly on how this story can go, please give feedback and let me know. So, just to explain the future plans of this story, this story will have a main villain, but there will be two other big villains and maybe some small villains in this story as well. Won't spoil the big one just yet, he'll appear at some point, but he's going to have a origin in this. The other two will be the first villains Spidey will encounter. This story will run for about at least max 20 chapters. We'll see how long. Anyways, hoped you enjoy and stay tuned for chapter 2!