A/N: I am so very, very, very sorry for not updating, and I really have no excuse, but here's my peace offering? I think that I will simply update my stories at different times because updating everything the same day leads to procrastination, so yeah. The chapter is short, but hey it's an update!
Dragon Courage: Erm, it was a slip of mine, sorry.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Spider-Man, since I am not rich at all.
Chapter Seven
Peter grimaced as he completed a thorough inspection of his accumulated wounds from the fight earlier. He mentally thanked the higher powers that be for his friends, who had dropped in to save the day. The situation had gotten extreme, to say the least. Needless to say it was the last time he fought an insaneamount of villains head on. Peter sighed and dropped his head into his hands. For the first time, the reality of the situation sunk in. He had been attacked by most of his major villains at his school, and it was only thanks to his back up-and an extraordinarily rare stroke of luck-that he had survived.
Good ole' Parker luck. Everybody else I know who has a public identity manages to live a semi-normal life, except for the superheroing, but the moment my secret identity is revealed, all my rogues' gallery just has to drop by. I swear, sometimes I think the world hates me. The teen suddenly bolts upright and stares at his reflection, the inside of his mouth feeling very dry all of a sudden. What about Aunt May? Or any of the others for that matter? I knew that this would come back and bite me in the ass, but did I listen? Nooo, I had to go out and get Uncle Ben killed and end up becoming a damn superhero. In return for my efforts, I pasted a gigantic phosphorescent target on the back of every single one of my loved ones!
The hero collapses to the ground as the fight goes out of him. What's the use of all this? I can't help anybody if I can barely fend off some C-list villains. I gotta stop lying to myself, this is all hopeless, and I'm gonna get my family killed. What good can I do? In frustration, Peter throws the nearest thing he touches and throws it to the wall. Luckily, it was a halfhearted attempt at best, but it was enough to cause a photo to fall to the ground.
Peter dully watched the frame shatter, before his brain caught up. He scrambles over to salvage the remains and stares at the stern face of his uncle, seeming to chastise him. Peter hung his head in defeat. Who am I kidding? As Uncle Ben always said, "With great power must come great responsibility." I'm not too sure about the power part, but my family-and the rest of New York for that matter- is my responsibility. After all, if I give up, it means the certain death of everyone I care about. Why did I chase the guys off again? All I ended up doing was crippling my self-esteem. I have issues don't I? Maybe I should see a doctor about that, actually I'll just go talk to Bruce, and he's got a Ph.D. doesn't he?
A/N: My attempt at Spider-Man angst, which is probably very shitty but it's my first try?