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The Amazingly Spectacular Spider-Man Season 1: (Issue 2: Little Spiders and Robots: Part 2 [Finale] Origins)

"...kid, are you for real?" A woman questioning Peter, to who was in his Spider-Theme costume now. Who had made it to one of the ads in the newspaper to fight in a ring with his opponent. Last for 3 minutes , win $10,000 on the spot. Sure, with his powers, Peter can take him on, despite his figure that he is in a healthy physique. Peter was still underaged, regardless he could take on him. "You do realize we are not responsible for any injury and death that occurs in the ring, right?"

"Yes, ma'am! I will accept the risk and face the odds!" Peter said in his mask, in a deep-voice, though it still sounded like a teen regardless. The woman shook her head in disbelief of Peter's stubbornness, a trait many knew he would take from his Father.

"Alright, then. May God be with you." Then she handed him his ticket, as Peter left more came, hoping to stay in the ring to fight the…

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR, HOGAN, THE MIGHTY CRUSHER!" The crowd cheered on as a tall-bulky man in shorts with a lot of tattoos came out from the stage behind him to jump in the ring that was now having a cage, locking him in with an opponent that dares to challenge him. Then to demonstrate his strength he had ice brought on the ring, as he lay down the ice, Hogan then smashed the ice with his bare-fist, he didn't even slightly-flinch in pain but gave a cocky-smug smile, showing off to the crowd. "IF ANYONE DARES TO CHALLENGE THE MIGHTY CRUSHER WILL WIN $10,000 IF YOU LAST THREE MINUTES! THREE MINUTES! SO!...WHO ACCEPTS THIS CHALLENGE!" The man who really resembled the man who played Ash Williams smiled and waited for an answer, to which he got from a not-ideal fighter.

"I WILL!" All the crowd, with the constens saw Peter in his Spider-suit looking at him strangely, until they all laughed at him, mostly his size and costume, "I'll TAKE HIM ON!" Then Peter shocked the crowd as he, with his super leap or jump, made it on the ring, though the man did stop a bit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold it there, squirt? Do you even get the slightest of what you are doing?! Boy, look at him!" The man with Peter eyed Hogan then Peter, "He's twice your size and…WAIT are you in High-School?!"

"Uh, no? NO! I accept the challenge!" Peter repeated, again with a fake-deep voice. The man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, then he asked Peter's name, "Just call me, Spider-Man!"

"Spider-Man? Huh, nice ring. ALRIGHT THEN, FOLKS! GIVE IT UP FOR THE AMAZINGLY SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN versus THE MIGHTY CRUSHER!" The crowd boo for Spider-Man and cheered for the Crusher, then a ring came from a bell that started the fight while a clock-tick, then in a surprisingly fast-dash, the Crusher advanced to Peter which Peter, by this ring in his head, jumped out of the way and stick to the cage bars, yet again, surprising the audience as well as the Crusher.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing up there?! How can you do that?!" The Crusher pointed at Peter, to whom as sticking to the cage bars.

"Buddy, I'm staying away from YOU! What are YOU saying?!" Peter said, then someone brought a chair into the ring, The Crusher took and threw it at Peter to which Peter dodge it out the way by performing a back-flip, but to the ring, then this ring-tingle sensation came as the Crusher threw punches, from there Peter dodge every miss punch, left, right, up, down, side to side, every hit was miss. Peter's reflexes were quick to the point time slowed a bit, even the Crusher seemed to be winded by this. Though he did grab hold of Peter by the front of his suit and slammed him to the cage-bars once and threw him to the corner.

Thankfully of his toughen-body, nothing was broken, but the Crusher literally jumped in the air to stomp-kick him before Peter shot a web-zip to another corner before the Crusher kicked him to oblivion. Then Peter saw the time, 'Shoot! Now it's 2:49! 10 seconds left!' Peter spoke to himself as the Crusher advanced to him again, but a counter play came to mind as Peter jumped, fired a web and swing to the Crusher, pulling him into the air and then grab hold of the Crusher's body in a tight-iron grip that caught the Crusher by great-surprise, then Peter pulled back in the air and body-slammed the Crusher down on the ground! Creating a dent in the middle of the ring. Then the timer rang, then a man came up to the Crusher, he didn't get back up and then held Peter's left arm, " That's it! That's it! That's it! We have a WINNER!"

Now people cheered for Peter, calling him Spider-Man over and over, yelling with a bit of singing to it. From Peter underneath his mask, he smiled. Smiling that he, with powers, along winning the ring-fight for $10,000, wasn't the wimpy, nerdy, skinny, outcast kid everyone can bully now. He was Spider-Man! Stronger! Faster! Smarter! Better than anyone else!

Then with his other hand, he lifted up in the air in triumph of his victory. As again the crowd roared for his victory.

After the victory a man in brown-suit with slick-hair gave Peter a wad of cash after going to an office within the area of the ring, "Exactly $10,000 dollars, kid. Save it or spend it. Don't care. But hey, another time to do this again. Here's my card." He gave Peter, still in his suit with his mask on, the card, "Number and everything. Call for any shot of doing this. You got talent, kid. Keep it up." Then he shut the door and left while Peter stared at the card and money.

'W-Wow. That is a lot of money. Well, NOT that much though it IS something to have extra for help. The more I do this, I can help Uncle Ben and Aunt May more. Sure, Uncle Ben does pay to keep all bills paid on time but a little help or keeping some money for myself isn't bad at all." Then Peter left the ring, went into an alley, took off his suit along taking the web-shooters off his wrists well, placing all of them in his bag while putting on his school-day outfit, while making sure no one was around came out and saw Uncle Ben in his station-wagon, a classic, his Uncle calls it. Peter gets in the passenger side as his Uncle eyes his nephew a bit, "So, buddy, how's the library? Anything caught your eye?"

"Oh, yeah, totally. Well, mostly studying on New York's history for history class test for tomorrow, our teacher, well he likes to go by Dr. is real tight about us studying about New York's past." Peter fastened his seat-belt as they drove off back to their house.

"I see. Well, I have faith in you to A's the whole thing. Knowing you, you won't fail." Uncle Ben said and Peter nodded while putting on his ear-plugs as they rode all the way back to their home. Though a bit short, it was enjoyable, to family members enjoying their bonding. Peter was eager to get home as soon as his Uncle parked in the driveway and hurried inside after giving his Aunt May a kiss on the cheek as usual. Soon Peter locked his room, making it to his desk, placing his web-shooters, mask, suit, along with the wad of cash as he did dance a bit before locking his eyes on a talent show from last night. Though he declined doing it, maybe it was best to try it, but again the man offered to do another wrestling or ring match anytime soon. But for now he celebrates as he goes back downstairs eating dinner with his family.

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Later that night, Downtown New York City…

"Yes, yes, I know, honey. *Sigh* Look, it's just a complaint from the neighbors." A Caucasian man in mid-30s spoke in a irritated-tone on the phone, getting into his luxury car from an Office building into the parking lot building, the man put a suitcase as well as a duffle-bag into the back seat. He shut the door while still holding his phone in his right hand, "Yeah, well tell Donnie to piss off, then! Look, just call my brother and his son, then maybe they-" He was cut off from a sound coming to his left, nothing.

Then on his right, he looked at everyone, no one on sight. "A-Anyway, honey, just call my brother with his son. If Donnie wanna try and do something, call THEM and then-" Then a glass was shattered. He realized his front window was broken by a brick. Getting out with an angered-fury face he got out with the brick in hand, "HEY! Who's the punk who threw this! Who's there?!" He wandered around a bit before his face met another person's face. The person was male and the same height as the man though his expression was completely emotionless, the man then shoved the person, "Okay, asshole! Wanna act, tough?!" Then he punched the man in the face, but as he did, his hand broke on impact. He backed away but not realizing a female was behind having the same emotionlessness, then he kicked the woman away but she kept her body still in the same place.

Then one by one people, about 20, came out of nowhere, with no choice, he used the brick and bashed the closest person coming to him in the face, as he did, one of person's face relieved to be a mechanical-robotic face with yellow to red eyes glowing, then all grab the man pulling him down to the ground, punching and kicking, he screamed in horror to pain as an elderly man came, going to the luxury car, ignoring the man's pleas for help and mercy while sounds of bones being crushed, then one of the robot as a human punched the window of the vehicle and grabbed the bags, while leaving the man to now was dead by the brutality of these new cybernetic-humanoid cyborgs, perfectly matching what a human looks like, all thanks to the elderly man, Phineas Mason. He kneels down to look at the ID before grabbing it off the dead man, then he laughs, "Oh, Ralph a sweet, yet, angry little-boy in a grown man's body. You were never meant to be with Oscorp anytime soon now. My children, let us go." Every humanoid-cyborg nodded as they followed Phineas into the shadows but now dragging the dead Oscorp employee with them.

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Next Week, Oscorp, New York City…

"So, Mr. Smythe, since now as Head of our new Robotistic department, how's everything coming?" Norman asked a man in a gray-navy blue long jacket with pants, along a white-shirt and tie with gray natural hair for someone aged in their late 50's. Smythe. Spencer Smythe.

"Well, by all means Dr. Osborn, the lab has my fitting ideal of creating not only Robots and cyborgs but also creating new-bleeding edge technology that my son and I have been…waiting to do for so long. I, thank you, along with my son, for placing us here. It's a once in a life-time opportunity." Spencer said, thanking Norman, which Norman nodded, smiling at that.

"Yes, yes. And you're welcome. Seeing both the aged to young minds such as yourself and son like this, I can't see the thought of wasted potential in the wasted streets. Much like Piltover. Wasted amautar scientists, even as they are across the country, saying their names makes me annoyed." Norman remarked the country of Pitlover and Zaun, being across from America, a small-yet still a large land country with two largest cities. Though most of the city is corrupted, upper-city of upperclassmen while Zaun as the lower, yet, middle class men, have been at "war" for decades.

"I understand, Norman. I clearly understand your viewpoint. The world such as this well, crumble, if our minds of the aged and the youth are wasted. Everything will cease to exist. Progress will be…over." Spencer replied to Norman, understanding each other as they left the room and into a hallway, making a right turn to an elevator. "But, since after that, where are we going if you mind I ask?"

"Here. This is something that I have never given to the previous since they were becoming slow as well as being a liability and hindrance to something I have been investing, yet, inspired to do after they have come a year or so ago." Norman handed a table to Spencer, which he naturally gave a question-look at when Norman mentioned 'they', "Don't worry who they are but what they have said that have started me to do something of me for the U.S. Army for a while now, as well for us."

"Such as?"

"Simple, I'm creating projects. Special projects. As well making special equipment for the U.S. Army. The problem we are facing is a bit of international wars. Such as when Stark was attacked, stole his weapons a decade ago, now it started again after his death. Remember?" Symthe nodded.

"Oh, yes. Was over the news."

"Exactly, which is why I'm starting the Special Projects Program. I already have these experiments our previous head of Robotics had and…remaking them as our Security Bots for safety measures here at Oscorp, which your son has taken the liberty to do as we are speaking." Symthe smirked, knowing his son's intelligence that had landed him already working with Osborn, "But for you, I have a personal request for you."

"As in?" The elevator rang as they came to a old-underground parking lot that was huge. Huge than the average parking lots, boxes and metal equipment came rolling in from the ground, along people as well, workers, engineers.

"As I said Mr. Symthe, I want to create a machine or weapon that the U.S. Army, as well the Government, needs for national security or for war purposes. I trust you shall make them in due time." Then Norman saw his watch, saying, 12:39 PM, "Hmph. I must go now. I will be watching and keeping your progress. Please ask for anything and get this done. That's all I'm asking. Even Toomes has created something for the Air-Force as well last year but needs finishing touches, I trust your work won't need to be finished in a year?" Norman asked, in which Symthe nodded while giving a confident smile.

"Trust me, Dr. Osborn, no…Have faith that I will produce a weapon that only bends to its masters, including following commenced orders to execute anyone and anything in succession." Symthe finished, with full confidence of creating something new and deadly for anyone's bidding, which Norman smiled as offering a hand, which Symthe took as they shook hands.

"Well then. Off you go and good luck. All of Oscorp will be waiting when it comes, Spencer." Then Norman left. Leaving the man with his equipment and people working on a creation that even Symthe just now thought of a name, as they begin.

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Somewhere else, Underground, Zaun…

"As of today, another set of attacks in the Harbor areas of Piltover was attacked. Marking another 20th attack by gangs in Zaun. The Piltover Enforcers tell all residents to remain indoors and lock everything as the Counsel is still in debate over plans to cease fire with the Underground."

"Hehe, hey Manny, get a load of this bullshit. Another one of our buddies did it again. HA!"

"At this point…you all need to piss off anyway. Think them rich-blokes gonna listen to us? Fuck no."

"Eh, worth a try." Then a door opened as several men with suits and mechanical accessories or even limbs came in from a door, while a man with slick-back hair that seemed aged in a red-dark-brown attire, mostly upper area were red and lower were brown with a vest and tie matching dark red. He had a scar on the right side of face, along a black-red eye, his left eye was blue. He came in a dark-trench coat with a few gold-design as he took a seat, litten a cigar then looked at the bartender. Who stops in silence.

"Frank. The usual. Make it double." The man said. By all was Slico. By all was the underground boss of the Undercity of Zaun.

"U-Uh, yessir! Right away!" Slico nodded and waited.

"So, um, Boss. When will the meeting come? As they said it should happen-" A woman in an all-tactical gear outfit that was mid-40s, black skinned with black hair in a bun-pony tail that had a left-mechanical arm with light purple-design looked at Slico but he stopped her.

"Simple, Sevika, we wait. Be patient. Be on your guard." He took a puff of smoke then eyed her again, "Also, I've never said he'll come here. We go to him in the States."

"But, didn't they ban travel to Zaun?" Sevika questioned, which Slico chuckled in amusement then laughed as the Bartender, Frank, gave his drink. Slico chugs it, then asks for more then swings his eyes onto Sevika again.

"Oh, Sevika, please. Them, petty Americans can't help and feel sorry for this corrupted country city. As if they have room to talk. Hypocrites." Then they get up, "Our flight shouldn't be long. Let us go before we miss it."

"Are you sure? Leaving, um, her here in charge? Don't you even remember that-"

"Her not protecting that cargo? Please. It's in the past. I'm over that, so you do the same. Now leave it alone and let's go. I have a friendship as well being the trusted ally of our friend. Now come on." All of Slico's men and Sevika left the local underground bar and into a vehicle, driving off to the airport of Zaun.

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New York City, Hell's Kitchen…

"L-Look, I've known we…we just got fucked over, okay! Okay?! I-I-I didn't know he'll screw us to the cops!" A man said, In dirty-baggy clothes, with a hat on. Next was a man that was a mix of Japanese-American looks in a leather-jacket and brown pants. He seemed a bit younger yet looked older as he had dark-purple hair and light-violet eyes. They were in front of an office and desk, looking at a man that was big. In terms, he was bald with blue-eyes in a tuxedo suit that was plain-white with black slacks with a hint of purple tent. He eyed both of them a bit, mostly in an emotionless look though deep down, he was angry.

He gets up, towering the two men about 6'3 feet tall, pacing around the two men. They both had feared expressions, then the large-man smacked the Japanese mix man with a back-hand and knee-kicked the man with the hat. Making them go on the ground, "Well, it can't be helped. A Mole is always a mole. But nevermind that. He won't even make it far anyway or live anymore. So…" He pulled both of them off the floor and shoved them out of his office before shutting the door on them. He threw a piece of paper that had a photo, "To redeem yourselves to not make me angry as I already am, here is both your chance. Rob this fraud ring of wrestling out of business. Do that, I will be calm. Out." He finished, clearly by the tone of his voice he was threatening them. Hint of pure-claimed controlled rage by his voice and demeanor.

They dust themselves off, getting up while picking the paper their boss, by all in Hell's Kitchen, was Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime. They saw and knew what it was, "F-Fuck, that's Caleb's place. That fraud-bastard place! How's it still open?" The mix Japanese-Man said to his partner.

"I d-don't know and don't fucking care, the better we rob this place, b-better the Boss be, okay? Let's go." The two left as soon they did, though back in the room of the Kingpin, he and his personal assistant eyed the monitor.

The Kingpin turns to his assistant, "Welsey, if this goes down wrongly. No, poorly, goes down poorly, and leaves my protection money that Alex Caleb hasn't paid back in a year. Have my personal Enforcers deal with them in case. Because…" He turns his head to his watch, "I will be meeting my dear-old friend tonight at midnight. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir, loud and clear." Wesley said, in a gray-suit with glasses left the Office as the Kingpin sighs, getting off his chair and eyed the city. He knew everything won't go according to plan so having a back, a contingency plan was a must.

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Dawn, 4:45 PM in Queens, Upperends district to the Library…

Again as of the past week to month, Peter, or staged name Spider-Man. Made a killing off the show, while still doing 3-Last minute matches, winning all $10,000 each time, saving it a bit in case for his time with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, so since it was happening again, well, opened it was for Peter to do his "job as a tutor or studying in the library" lie he told Uncle Ben. Since both of them in his station-wagon came in front of the library, "Thanks, Uncle Ben. I'll be back-"

"Ah, ah, wait. Pete, let's, uh, talk. You do have time for that?" Ben asked. Giving a smile as he always did. Peter eyed him a bit curious with a few annoyed look.

"Y-Yes, Uncle Ben, what is it?" Peter asked back, though it took a moment before his Uncle eyed him, though Peter already knew, "It is about school? Uncle Ben I'm fine. Please-"

"Peter, please, I've noticed you're being…distracted a bit. As in your grades. I'm surprised your grades are…low from one to three are B's to now D's? How did that happen? While also being locked in your room for hours now. Haven't stopped using the phone and computer. Peter, you were even late to school! How did-"

"Are you STILL on that Uncle Ben, c'mon! Haven't I told you the bus drive kept going! I just…wander off for a bit! Blame the driver! Not me! Wha-Why are we even having this conversation?! I can't be in my own privacy?!"

"It's not like that. Me and your Aunt were curious that's all, okay? But, you've been…changing." Ben said. It did make Peter sigh and turn his head away from his Uncle a bit, mostly a bit of shame, yet, anyone with impatience. "Peter? Peter, please look at me. It is very important that you listen to me." Peter turned to his Uncle. "Look, I know that I ain't you computer boys or influencers or anything but an everyday repair-man, but even then, I…I have a bit of power within me." Peter scoffed at that a bit, mostly in confusion by that.

"What does that even mean Uncle Ben? What does that even have to do with this talk?!"

"Listen here Peter, this is…is something your Father always said or lived by a code he used when he was working, 'To those who hold a degree of a Great Power, must come a Great hold of Responsibility. Power must come with Responsibility. All human or human life itself have a Power in themselves, but we have a Responsibility to use it right. Use it fairly. Use it to help others. Inspire others. Use it to never give up. Never give into our darkest desires and dreams that will harm not only our own character, but to those around us. Because, with Great Power comes Great Responsibility. Even one, small, right action done by one person can leave an impact on the world.' For a long time, he followed what he said. Even after he…he left you. With us, I mean but the point is that you…You have a power. A gift but I sense that-"

"What a load of crap! How…H-How can he even say that if he's not here?!" Peter raised his voice, then a few tears started to come as he snapped. Uncle Ben was taken back a bit. "I mean if that was so important, why isn't he here?! Where did he go?! WHERE!?"

"Peter, please, I know you're upset, but this is part of growing up. I know that I act like if I was your Dad-"

"Then stop trying to be like HIM! Stop acting one, either! Let a-alone, you DON'T even KNOW where HE IS! So, stop!" Peter shouted. It took a few moments before Ben nodded his head a bit, a kind of acceptance filled with sadness.

"I…I g-get it. I-I'll wait for you, then. Okay?" Uncle Ben said, holding his tears a bit. Peter then gave an ashamed look but instead of apologizing, he got out of the car, got his bag and shut the door as Ben drove to a side of a building to where the library was. Peter wiped his eyes and left where the car was in an alley by where the Ring was at, donning his suit, web-shooters, mask on, he made inside where…there was no one there.

He jumped on to the ropes of the ring, searching the area, no one, well for the janitors cleaning it up. So taking his way to the office it was a bit crowded with people packing up, just only a few people here and there. Peter made his way to the bosses Office that was filled with boxes and lots of cash in a bag on his desk Peter saw. The Boss, Alex Caleb, saw Peter in his webbed-costume, "Ah, Christ, kid, the hell are you even doin' here? Didn'tcha read the sign on the front door? We're closed!"

"C-Closed? Wha-? Why? I thought we were doing good on the ratings?! Like, dude, I was on a winning-streak! C'mon, Boss! Why e-even now?! I made you money! MY MONEY!" Peter shouted, even pointing his Boss in the face. "I need that money!"

"Well, guess what, kiddo I've missed the part where that's my problem! If you don't like it you fuck off, you freak! Just because we made money, I call the shots! I say, when the party's over! Get outta here before I call the cops and have'em kick your sorry ass!" Alex insulted while threatening to call Law Enforcement, Peter underneath gave a baffled-angered look as he just slumped his shoulders, took his left, as he did a man in cap with dirty-baggy clothes came in and threw a bag on the man's face, "Motherfuc-What the hell are you-"

*CLICK!*

"Look, just put the money in the bag…Do it!" Alex seemed to reach for something but the robber quickie smacked him in the head, took a wad of money in a bag as he could and ran. Peter, still in a suit and mask, was walking to the back door, as Alex Caleb saw him and the robber going in the same direction.

"HEY! HE'S GOT MY MONEY! STOP HIM!" Peter saw the Robber, so instead of doing anything, he side-stepped out of the way, making the robber go to the door and Peter by the wall.

"H-Hey, man! Thanks!" The Robber said and ran out. Peter just shrugged shoulders before Alex came in a disbelief look mixed with anger as well as fear.

"Y-You let the jackass get away with my money?!"

"Tch, I've missed the part where that's my problem, freak!" Peter said, micking the sad words of Alex. Alex twitched his eyes in rage, as Peter left, soon Alex came behind him, as he saw Peter clawing up the wall.

"Oh, I will remember this you fucking little-punk! I know only TWO men who will find you and make you WISH you were never born, Spider-Man!" Alex roared in rage with fury.

Peter got to the other side of the alley, just putting on his clothes underneath his suit, just to make it convenient for him when he gets home. As he was walking with his bag to where Uncle Ben will park he noticed that the way was blocked by a crowd of people. Peter shifted to his eyes as Police Officers were nearby, then he noticed the station-wagon was gone. Quickly with realization he came running into the crowd, moving or shaving people away, he saw one thing that will forever haunt, "U-Uncle…B-Ben…?!"

There lay down on the sidewalk was Uncle Ben, with a bullet-wound on where his stomach would be, it seemed Uncle Ben held it to stop the bleeding but it seemed…fatel. Seeming he was shot way before anyone knew, Peter quickly knelt down, ignoring the Officers protest, "U-Uncle Ben! W-W-What happened?! W-WHAT HAPPENED?! O-Oh, God, no, p-please!" Tears begin to escape Peter's eyes.

Uncle Ben, looked at his nephew and smiled, with the last strength, held Peter's hand, "I-It's o-o-okay, s-son. It's a-a-a-alright…" Then with his strength fading a bit away, he said the one thing that snaps Peter on his train of thought, "R-Remember, with G-Great Power comes…Great Responsibility." Peter eyes-widen as Uncle Ben shot his last-final warmed, kind, calm smile for Peter as he felt his body go limp.

All Peter could do was just sob at the scene of this. Sob as he lost someone. Someone to reassure him everything will be alright. Be there when he gets bullied. Encouragement. Even…Hope. Now that is gone, it's only him and his Aunt. The people saw the sadness of the boy, one even patted Peter on the back, one of the Officers came to another, "Okay, thanks to someone's tip, a station-wagon was spotted. Heading on the south of 5th-Avenue. Me and the boys are on the way."

Then Peter, hearing the location of the vehicle, rose up. He rose up and ran to the nearby alley again, taking off his civilian clothes, showing his Spider-Man suit, putting the mask on as he then jumped to one building, climbing at a rapid speed. Nothing but anger, rage, yet, a clear found determination and new found will to avenge his Uncle. Then Peter stopped and saw a shortcut, jumping off the wall. He used a flag post to throw himself on top of the rooftop after swinging it a few times. Peter then began to run at full speed, then jump one-point-to another, as he finally landed where most of the city was, then with his heightened-senses eyes saw the station-wagon going at the fullest of speed, from there Peter shot off what he calls, a Web-Zip.

Then Peter, who took his mask, saw the traffic and the buildings. He knew to catch the killer, was to swing. Swing to stop the killer. He was a bit hesitant. Naturally since Peter was on a rooftop but what really mattered was catching the killer, so he did a little-prayer, slid his mask on again. Then jumped, he held onto the web-line yet screamed as he was almost about to hit the building until firing another web-line and swung away. Again he lets go, but shoots another web-line. From there he was…swinging in the air. He does it again and again.

Thanks to its strength of these webs hadn't snap, which allows Peter to keep swing from one to another, soon he follow the police cars, again he shot another web-line, swung away as the fastest he could before reaching the station-wagon, Peter heard a surprised yell, before slamming his fist on the top of the car. Peter felt the man's face, but his head started to ring, as he in slow-motion saw bullets coming out, gunshots from the killer, Peter jumped away to a truck next to the station-wagon. The killer driving his Uncle Ben's car was again speeding away, Peter leaped back to the wagon, to the front, surprising the killer greatly as he slammed a fist in the front-window of the car, making it impossible to see.

But Peter turns his attention to a warehouse gate, which causes Peter to jump out the way as it crashes the gate. Servel police cars came, though the Killer got out of the car, made it to the warehouse inside. Used every possible object to block or lock the front entrance as more police cars came. "S-Shit! I'm cornered! I'm-" The Killer stopped and turned to hear a creak-sound, he fired a few shots at the sound area, little did he know a figure hanging-upside down was behind him. Then he went to a window and saw the NYPD out there. "D-Dammit! I gotta get out of here! I got to!"

"Don't be too sure about that! You won't get away from me, mister!" Peter said, as he was climbing a wall, before the Killer wanted to shoot, Peter jumped-front flip off the wall and kicked the Killer to the window. The Killer grabbed a switchblade then began to swing at Peter which he dodge nearly all miss swing attacks from the Killer before stopping the last swing as he twisted it and grabbed hold the knife by his super-strong grip and threw it over the room before punching the Killer in the chest. The Killer back's was to the window as Peter, if he knew what he was doing, took off his mask, wanting the Killer to know who he is before finishing him off.

"L-Look, Kid, just…J-Just gimme a chance! Please! Just gimme a chance!"

"Yeah?! What about my Uncle?! Did you even give HIM a chance, did you!" Filled with rage and hurt, he grabbed the Killer by the shirt, pinning him to the window, "Did you?! DID YOU-?!" Then light came, revealing the Killer's face and the color of his hat, then it hit Peter. The same dirty-clothes, all baggy with wrinkles, even the same cap on, it was the Robber who got away, well no, Peter let the Robber go from the Ring. Peter was too stunned by the revelation as the Robber turned Killer raised his gun, pointed to where the dome of Peter's skull.

"It wasn't personal, kid. S-See ya-" The Killer barely reacted before Peter grabbed hold of his wrist of where the gun was before he twisted , making the Killer loose the gun on his grip. Peter's quick reaction, mixing his powerful-strength, disarmed the Killer, to who now was backing away, "W-Wait…I-I-I didn't have a c-choice! Please, no-"

*BASH!*

Peter went eye-wide as the Killer tripped on himself by a metal-rod sticking out of the floor as glass was broken as the Killer fell down, still with the bag of the stolen money, Peter ran to where he saw the Killer's body on the ground. He fell to his death, Peter from the sight was a bit shocked. In a way he thinks to himself, 'W-Wasn't…my fault-'

"FREEZE! THIS IS THE NYPD! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" Peter saw now lights in the warehouse coming in, taking his cue, he placed his mask on and leaped out of the broken window. Firing a webline to swing away from the scene as the NYPD came as the same window the Killer tripped and broke.

It was now nighttime in New York City, well, Queens as Peter swung through the air. One would say to be enjoying the moment of flying, well, swing around the city but it wasn't the time for that. Now's the time for grieving, as he found a spot on a rooftop. Taking off his mask while sliding down a wall as tears came out of his eyes. For even a 30 minutes of Peter silent sobs. As much Uncle Ben was trying to tell, it hit him. It hit Peter by that. Power and Responsibility. For the record, Peter did have powers, one of the Spider yet one in himself. The power to have stopped the Killer from taking his Uncle Ben's life, but choose not to. He sat there for the next few more minutes, thinking, coming to the terms of his Uncle's death. Those words. Everything. As if his Uncle was again, still with him, as again these words now coming to Peter in his head as he stares at, not only his hometown but to where Manhattan and the whole New York as a whole.

"With Great Power comes Great Responsibility. Remember that, Pete. Remember that."

With one final look at the beautiful city, Peter slid his mask one more time and shot a webbing as he now swung away as again those words repeated over and over.

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TO BE CONTINUED!