Heyho! I feel terrible for the last chapter so… **hands Sandwich** here ya go. Also, I'm going with the Andrew Garfield Spidey.

Third person P.O.V that morning with Peter…

Peter yawned, rolling over in bed as the alarm beeped constantly at him. It almost seemed mocking. "What? You fought the Juggernaught and yet you can't get out of bed? Hahaha."

Peter yawned again. Why did he set an alarm on SATURDAY. No school… No job… Wait… Peters eyes flew open. He was out of bed in a flash, running around his room, and getting dressed. He somehow ended up with his shirt on as pants.

Maybe he should have been a bit slower… Still plenty of time right?

Getting dressed properly this time Peter couldn't help but notice the dull ache in his chest. Must have gotten hit there.

He stepped down into the kitchen, greeted by the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. His Aunt May was cooking breakfast it seemed.

How that woman got up so early was beyond Peter.

Then again… She probably didn't swing around the city in spandex, stopping cri- lets just stop that thought there.

After eating breakfast Peter thanked his aunt, helping her with the dishes.

"Don't you look smart today!" She complemented him on his work suit.

"Thanks Aunt May."

He finished up with his dishes, and took off, weaving through the crowds to his new workplace, Star- Avengers Tower.

When he arrived he hit his foot on the end of his skateboard, flipping it up, and caught it, sticking it in a hidden alleyway he knew well, he stopped multiple robberies there. It pissed him off a little that Avengers tower was right there! But they never helped out. Oh well. He made sure it was well out of view, and continued on his way.

Once in the building he walked over to the expensive looking elevator. He couldn't help but notice the ache in his chest seemed to have gotten a little worse.

He arrived in his office on time. Whoo! The AI in the elevator had been quite helpful. He frowned, noticing that a couple forgotten boxes had been stored in his room. He decided to move them to the hallway.

He had most of the boxes out, and only one was left. It was on top of a metal cabinet. He reached up to get it, and hit his chest hard in the metal casing.

He was vaguely aware he was screaming as his world dissolved into flames.

So. Here's what you get. I'm sleep deprived and maybe a little insane. Autocorrect was a troll. For example I tried to wright dishes. What did I get? Didgeridoo. Then I got Dideoxycytidine. What the heck. ~A very sleep deprived, ShadeShadow.