A/N: I do not own Spider-Man or any of the characters, except my own.

And English is not my mother language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Now on to the story. I hope you enjoy. :)

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PARKER RESIDENCE

Today was the day. Peter's first day at Empire State University. To say that Peter was nervous was an understatement. He's still not sure if he's ready, despite aunt May's encouragement.

Five years have passed since Gwen's tragic death. He spent a long time mourning her, unable to carry on with his life. But after a while, he decided to get his life back in order. He was tired. Tired of having a dark cloud of gloom over his head all the time. Tired of feeling guilty and blaming himself for Gwen's death.

Peter still remembers the day when his aunt was packing his uncle's stuff...

~Flash-Back~
-'In hoping for the return of the web-slinger. The entire world seems to be asking the same question: Where is Spider-man?' Peter turned off the TV. He had no more interest in listening to the news go on and on about Spider-man's absence. Couldn't the world let him focus on his own problems for once?

"Oh, too bad about that spider guy," aunt May sighed while packing uncle Ben's clothes. "Too bad he's disappeared. Seems like everybody really needs him."

That's it. Peter got up, taking his cereal with him.

"Where you going?" Aunt May instantly asked. "Just...eating my cereal," Peter mumbled back.

"Peter...", "Where you going?" Something in aunt May's dejected tone made him stop. He sighed heavily, thinking for a moment. "I don't know." He felt hopeless at the moment.

"You know, it's so funny. I've been Trying to clean up around here, get organized, and been putting some of Ben's stuff in boxes. And it's so funny, the heavier the box gets, the lighter I feel." said aunt May. "You're throwing his stuff away?" Peter asked in disbelief. "No. God, no. I couldn't do that. It's a part of me. I'm just finding...a better place for it." Peter nodded in understanding. "I'm gonna take one last look, and i'm gonna put it where it belongs."

That was the moment when Peter understood he needed to let go. He needed to move on. So he went up to his room and did exactly what his aunt had done. He took a look at Gwen's photos. On his soft-board. On the inside of his cupboard door. He listened to Gwen's speech.

'My wish for you, is to become hope.'

Peter smiled sadly. He now understood then that in order to become hope, he must move on.

'And even if we fail, what better way is there to live?'

He must live.

He started by packing all of his father's material, his research, paper work. Then Gwen's photos. It hurt him to do this, but this is what Gwen would have wanted. There was no need for more tears. Gwen was in a better place. With her father. He took one last look and put everything where it belonged.

Aunt May was right. He felt lighter.

~Present~
"Peter? Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'll be right down aunt May." Peter replied. He grabbed his bag and jogged down the stairs, where his aunt greeted him with tears of happiness in her eyes.

"Oh, my boy is all grown up! Going to university!" Aunt May gushed and started fussing over his clothes. "Aunt May calm down," Peter chuckled. "I'm only going to university, not moving out!"

"Oh, Peter I'm just so proud of you! And I know for sure that your uncle Ben is proud as well." "Yeah. I know," he replied. He really wish his uncle was here today.

He grabbed his jacket off the stand and went out the door with his aunt following him. "Are you sure you don't want anything for breakfast, Peter?" "Don't worry aunt May. I'll eat something from the cafeteria," he said.

"Alright. Good-bye. Have a great day, make some friends. Love you!" "Bye! Love you too. I'll be home by 3." Replied Peter.

After they said their good-byes, Peter was on his way.

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And this is the first chapter.

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