"You WHAT?" Aunt May's scream rang through the house.
Peter was ashamed of himself. "I--uh--it was an acci--it was only a little fight."
"FIGHT!" Aunt May was on the road to a sergeant's scream. "Why would you get into a fight?"
"Listen, Aunt May--" Peter stammered. "I--Flash was getting on my last nerves, and I just couldn't take it any more."
"You wait until I-- Hello, Ben? Guess what happened today at Midtown."
Peter looked down at his jeans until Aunt May was finished telling Uncle Ben about what happened.
"Your uncle says he'll be home as soon as he can get off," Aunt May spoke sharply to Peter.
"Great," Peter muttered to himself.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
"Guess what I recieved at work today?" Uncle Ben asked.
"What?" asked Peter, squinting his eyes in hope that it wouldn't be about the fight.
"A 450 medical bill. Care to elaborate on that, Peter?"
"What would I know about it?"
"Well, it says we have to pay it since you broke Flash Thompson's jaw."
"I WHAT?"
"Yep."
Aunt May was shocked. "Oh, what will we do Ben? You barely make 400 a month!"
"I don't know," Uncle Ben sighed. "I guess I'll just have to pick up the slack."
Aunt May frowned. "No you don't! You're already overworked! I'll take a job somewhere."
Uncle Ben rose up from his chair. "No."
"What?"
"No. I said you won't take a job. And that's final."
"Ben. I hate being on the outs with you, but you need help. I'm going to the local employment agency tommorow."
Ben looked very mad, but could say nothing. Peter had watched all this silently, and now asked to be excused. His request was granted. He went down to his makeshift "lab." He had finally deciphered the way to make his new spider's web.
"I gotta help my family on this one."
"CRUSHER! CRUSHER!" The crowd's roar was deafening. They didn't know who the skinny kid in the red sweatshirt and ski mask was, but he was getting in the ring. Obviously, they wanted him to get pounded. He jumped around, taunting Crusher, without using language.
Crusher was tired of this. "Come here, you little squirt, 'cause I'm gonna--!"
He was cut off by a kick to the face. He went down with blood streaming from his mouth. "Uuugghhh-ahh--"
The announcer ran over to Peter in disbelief. "You--you-- Ladies and gentleman, you just witnessed the fall of CRUSHER HOGAN!" The crowd went wild.
"What on earth?" Uncle Ben leaned down towards the mail slot. There was an envelope under the door, full of money.
"Hey, May!"