Peter wakes up suddenly. He rises from his bed, feeling tired, but not the tiredness he was used to. He takes a deep breath and stretches his arms out. He felt very sick yesterday after the trip, but now suddenly, he felt better. He got up and put his glasses on. But something was off. His sight was blurry with the glasses on. He couldn't see a thing. Weird... he thought to himself. He took the glasses off and saw that his sight was better without them, put them on his eyes, blurry again, took them off, normal again. What was going on? He decided to take off the glasses, and then he saw himself on the mirror. He jumped.

"What the-"

Peter realized that not only did his eyesight get better, but he suddenly didn't look skinny any longer, but more muscular. Peter was surprised. How could this happen? He thought to himself. As he kept looking at this sudden change of physique on his body, he became impressed.

Then there was knocking on his bedroom door.

"Peter? Peter are you awake?" Aunt May asked.

"Yeah," Peter replied.

"Are you feeling better now? Any change?" she asked through the door.

Peter made a cheesy smirk to himself on the mirror while still checking his new physique. "Change? Yep, there's been a change."

"Well, hurry up downstairs. You need to catch the bus!" Aunt May said. Peter could hear her walk downstairs. Peter put on jeans and a hoodie. He picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs. He felt different when walking as well. He felt more athletic and energetic. As he walks down the stairs, he makes a leap over the bannister and makes an acrobatic landing behind Uncle Ben, who gets surprised.

"Woah! Peter, I thought you were sick!" Ben exclaimed.

"I feel better!" Peter says with a bright smile.

"Great!" Ben replied.

"I have to go now," Peter said, grabbing his school bag.

"What now? You have to eat first Peter." Aunt May said incredulously.

"No time, gotta go!" Peter impatiently told them.

"Well at least take a sandwich dear," Aunt May pleaded. "You need to eat at least something for breakfast."

She gives him a sandwich. Peter takes it and says "Thanks."

"Hey Michelangelo! Remember, we're painting the kitchen later today. Home right after school ok?" Ben told him.

"Right. Don't start without me!" Peter shouted while opening the door. "Bye!"

He opened the door, but stopped a bit, feeling a bit uneasy and confused.

"Something wrong?" Ben asked, showing a bit of concern in his face.

Peter shook his head. "No, of course not. Bye."

He exited the house, and closed the door. He then walked away from the house, still feeling something is not right. His instincts proved to be right however, as before he can even walk any further away from the house, he suddenly stopped. In front of him, was Uncle Ben, lying on the ground, with a gunshot wound to his chest and lying in a pool of blood.

"Uncle Ben!" Peter shouted in fright.

He goes down and holds Uncle Ben. He tries to shake him, trying to wake him up, but to no avail.

"Please wake up, please..." Peter pleaded, his eyes full of tears and his heart full of grief.

Then suddenly, Ben opens his eyes and begins to speak. But not in his friendly and elderly voice, but rather a distorted, dark and terrible voice.

"You failed me, Peter. You should have stopped him when you had the chance. It was your responsibility, Peter. If your father knew what you had done, he would never forgive you. He was a better man than you could EVER BE! Responsibility..."

Peter is terrified, and his eyes begin to fill with tears before hearing a gunshot. Then he saw himself in the hallway, stepping aside to let a man with a gun and a bag of money in the elevator. He then said "Thanks kid!" as the elevator door closed.

"NO!"

Peter then suddenly wakes up, breathing heavily and fast and full of sweat. He looks around his room and holds his hand up to his face. His breath begins to slow down, and he gets up from his bed. Man, what a bad nightmare. He then looked at his bed. It was wet and full of sweat. He checked his phone. It was 7:49 AM. 20 minutes before the bus came. Enough time for breakfast at least. He dressed, putting on jeans and a flannel shirt with a grey and green color. He then looked out the window across to the next house, where he saw a red-haired girl walk out of her bedroom. Peter smiled.

Peter went downstairs, where he saw Aunt May in the kitchen cooking eggs.

"Morning Peter," she warmly greeted him.

"Morning," Peter mumbled.

"Are you alright?" she asked concerned.

Peter waved his hand. "I'm fine May. Just tired,"

She stared at him quizzically.

"Right, and do you have an explanation for the sweat that is clearly smellable?" she questioned. Peter lifted his arm to smell his armpit. Ewww. They stank of sweat.

"W-warm last night," Peter stuttered.

Aunt May stared at him questioningly but returned to cooking the eggs. Peter knew she didn't believe him. He sat down by the table and ate egg and bacon that Aunt May served.

"At least take a shower before you go Peter," Aunt May told him. "You can't go around stinking like sweat at school."

"I'll just take a deodorant May," Peter replied, not feeling the need to shower.

"Peter-"

Peter cut her off, saying, "May, I don't think it's the time to shower. I have like 10 minutes before the bus comes, so I have to go now,"

May didn't say anything. Peter got up and grabbed his backpack and put on a jacket.

"See you later Aunt May," Peter farewelled her.

"Bye Peter. Have a good day," Aunt May replied in a tired voice.

Peter exited the house and walked in the direction to the bus stop. He put on his wired earphones, and turned on a rock playlist on his phone. After 5 minutes of walking, Peter reached the bus stop. He waited for the next 5 minutes, then the bus finally came.

Peter entered the bus, wearing his earplugs, and listening to "The Lemon Song" by Led Zeppelin in his personal playlist. He could see some of the other students on the bus whisper to their friends. Peter ignored it. But he couldn't ignore a boy twice his size notice him and call him out.

"Yo, it's Punny Parker!" he cried out, pointing at Peter. The bus was filled with giggling and silent laughter. "How's it going Parker?"

"Not now Flash," Peter told him tiredly. He was not in the mood for Flash's games. Flash just laughed.

"Tired or something Parker?" Flash asked him sarcastically.

Then suddenly, a girl with red hair stood up.

"Leave him alone Flash!" she angrily commanded, her face red and her eyes had a scorching stare that would completely terrify any person.

"Hello Watson," Flash mumbled. This was unusual to see from Flash, but he seemed to be terrified of MJ whenever she was angry. "Had a good morning?"

"Let him be Flash," MJ commanded again, in a dangerously calm voice. "Now..."

Flash grunted in frustration. He sat back down, then began talking with his friends. Peter nodded in appreciation to MJ. She smiled at him. Peter felt his hair straighten up. He sat down and then looked out the window throughout the bus trip.

The bus reached the school. Peter exited and walked to the school, rubbing his tired eyes. He entered the school. He got to his locker and opened it to get his Spanish book. Then someone patted him on his back.

"Morning Peter," Harry greeted.

"Morning Harry," Peter replied tiredly.

"You alright?" Harry asked with a concerned face.

"Yeah, yeah, just tired," Peter answered. "Ready to suffer through Spanish?"

"As long as you're with me? Absolutely," Harry sarcastically answered. "Spanish is pure torture."

"Well, no one would disagree," Peter muttered.

An hour and half later

Peter and Harry exited the Spanish classrooms. Peter looked even more tired.

"Jeez, that lesson almost put me to sleep," Peter commented, rubbing his eyes again.

"That would honestly be preferable," Harry joked. "Science now with Warren. That oughta be fun,"

"Yeah," Peter replied tiredly.

They entered the science classroom and sat together. The other students then entered as well. Flash and his gang also entered. MJ came in with her friends. She smiled at Peter. Peter felt his hair straightened. Harry waved towards a student, a blond girl to sit beside him. Peter could hear Harry say her name, Gwen. She giggled, and sat beside him. Raymond Warren then entered the classroom. He was a stocky man with a grey hair and moustache.

"Good afternoon class," he greeted in his gruff voice.

Some students replied with "Good afternoon Mr. Warren,"

"So, today, what we will discuss is the subject of biology..."

Peter felt his eyes get more tired and sleepy. Tried to blink several times to keep himself awake. He had his hand on his head, trying to pay attention to Mr. Warren. Then his eyes finally gave up and they closed.

Peter then suddenly was in a hallway, walking away feeling angry over being scammed out of $1,000. As he reached the elevator and pressed the door, he then heard a someone get hit behind him. He turned and saw a man with blond hair and wearing a leather jacket running from the promoter, a bag of money on one hand and a gun on the other.

"Stop thief! Stop him!" the promoter shouted, as he tried to chase after.

A policeman was also giving chase, shouting to Peter "Stop that guy!"

Promoter saw Peter, and shouted "Hey kid, stop that thief! He's got my money!"

Peter however, instead of stopping the thief as he came closer to Peter, stood to the other side and let the thief run past.

"What are you doing?!" the policeman questioned angrily.

"Stop the thief! He's got my goddamn money!"

The thief ran into the elevator and closed the elevator door. As the doors were closing, the thief then said to Peter "Thanks kid!"

The door closed. Peter didn't feel a single regret doing that. It wasn't his business either way.

"What's the matter with ya kid?" the policeman asked angrily. "Ya let him go!"

The policeman then called in for more officers and to close off the building. Promoter came running and turned to Peter.

"The hell kid?! You could have torn that guy apart!" the promoter complained. "Now he's going to get away with my money!"

My money?! Are you serious you goddamn clown?! Peter felt his nerves twitch and felt like hitting the promoter in his face. But Peter decided to keep calm.

"I missed the part where that's my problem," Peter retorted coldly, a smug grin on his face. This is what the promoter said to him when Peter tried to ask for the original money reward. The promoter, feeling both angry and yet had a bit of a smile on his face, walked away from Peter. Peter felt satisfied.

He walked out of the building. He checked his watch to see the time. He was going to take the bus home. Peter felt angry, but savagely satisfied at the same time. The prick deserved it. It's not my problem anyway so why should I care?

But as he walked on, he suddenly saw a scene not far. He saw police cars and even an ambulance. Then another ambulance arrived. He decided to see what was going on. As he got closer, he saw something that made him horrified.

"Uncle Ben!"

He saw Uncle Ben lying on the street floor, clutching his chest. Peter ran through the crowd. To his horror, he saw that Uncle Ben was bleeding and had a gunshot wound to his chest. He knelt beside Ben.

"Excuse me, are you a relative?"

It was a paramedic who asked. She knelt beside Ben.

"Yes, he's my uncle!" Peter answered quickly. "What happened?!"

"He got shot," the paramedic told him. "We're trying the best we can, but I'm not sure if he'll make it or not,"

Not sure if he'll make it or not... Those words are something Peter never wanted to hear. Peter zoned out, completely ignoring the paramedic's explanation of where the gunshot wound was located. Then he heard barely a whisper.

"Peter..."

It was Ben trying to speak.

"Uncle Ben, I'm sorry," Peter apologized, trying to reconcile with Ben for what he said in the car.

But as though there was a dark omen, the sky became clouded and misty. The crowd disappeared, the paramedic disappeared as well. Peter could feel his heart beat faster and faster, his breathing getting shaky and fast. And then, he felt his hoodie being grabbed. It was Ben, and he spoke in that distorted and terrible voice.

"I will never forgive you Peter... you showed that you are nothing but a selfish and greedy boy," Ben said in his terrible voice. "If my brother, your father could see you, he would be truly disappointed in you,"

"No," Peter said in denial, shaking his head. "Ben would never-"

"RESPONSIBILITY!" Ben then shouted. Peter never felt terrified. He wanted to go, he wanted to run, but he couldn't.

"Parker! What is going on with you?!"

"Peter, wake up!"

Peter then suddenly woke up. His breath was fast and shaky. He saw that he wasn't out in the streets, but back in the classroom. The entire class was looking at him.

"Are you alright Mr. Parker?" Mr. Warren asked, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, sure, ok..." Peter panted.

"Peter, you're sweating and was screaming 'No!', you're clearly not fine," Harry told him in a concerned voice.

"I suggest you others take a 5 minute break and go out the classroom for a bit," Mr. Warren told the other students, checking his watch. The others students stood up and walked out. "Return within 5 minutes now!"

As the students walked out, Peter tried to join them, but Mr. Warren said, "Not you Parker,"

Peter stopped and looked nervously at Mr. Warren. He then turned to Harry. Harry shrugged in a way that said, "It's you man, sorry." Harry then walked out.

Warren got up and walk from his desk to talk directly to Peter.

"Are you sure you're alright Parker?" Warren asked concerned. "You have been acting oddly recently,"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine,"

"You smell of sweat Parker," Warren notified him, sniffing at Peter. Peter raised his arm to smell his armpit. Blech! It stunk of sweat.

"Just warm professor, that's all," Peter quickly told him.

Warren didn't look convinced. He then said, "Listen, whatever you're going through, I'm here, and you can also talk to the school counselor. But remember that you need to do better. Your grades have slipped up a bit in the past few months. You have to do better Parker, I know you can,"

"Of course," Peter replied, nodding his head. "Thanks professor,"

Warren smiled and nodded. "Go home Parker," Warren told him. "I'll let your other teachers know you aren't well. You got anymore subjects today?"

Peter's eyes widened in surprise. "Uhhh," he hesitated. "Just math and US History,"

Warren nodded. He then returned to his desk. Peter picked up his bag and books, and left the classroom. He said goodbye to Warren then walked past the other classmates who were returning from their 5-minute break. Harry looked at Peter puzzled and concerned. Peter made sign language that meant "We'll talk later." Harry nodded. Peter exited the school and went to the bus stop. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He had dreams about Uncle Ben, but these were more nightmares than dreams. Peter shook his head.

"Nah, they'll go away at some point," he told himself. "Nightmares usually do,"

End of Chapter 2: Nightmares

Yo yo! Sorry that it's been a while, been busy! Anyways, hope you liked Chapter 2. I decided that since it was only months ago since Uncle Ben died, it makes sense that Peter would still feel an incredible amount of guilt over what happened and as a result, would also struggle with nightmares over some of the events that lead up to Ben's death. I also wanted to do some callbacks to the Raimi trilogy because ofc:). Anyways, Chapter 3 is now in writing and will come out at some point. I won't spoil, but I will reveal that is is from a different POV instead of Peter. Anyways, stay tune for Chapter 3!