I DON'T OWN THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN OR STOKED.

-Parker-

I knew that tone she used just now. That's her "You can do it peacefully now or start after I win World War III." As an act of survival I took out a suitcase with a false led back I put into. We only have about three days until the flight so I made sure to leave out enough street clothes to stretch through those days. I also had to make sure to pack things that wouldn't draw attention in a warm climate and make sure they could hide my Spider-Man costume under my clothes.

A part of me wanted to go ahead and put my Spider-Man suit in the hidden compartment since it was highly unlikely that I'd be able to get away long enough to go on patrols. The only thing keeping me from doing that was the fear that I may need Spider-Man to protect Aunt May and me, or someone close by. After packing all the clothes that wouldn't draw attention I decided to do my least favorite part of leaving. Saying goodbye. That night I couldn't get back to sleep and just got ready for school. I spent the rest of the week just trying to figure out how to word my goodbyes. How do you tell your friends that your aunt is taking you to Canada because she thinks you are depressed? Or that you've been having nightmares about you as your superhero alter-ego fought your arch-nemesis, who you thought was dead, and he ended up killing everyone you care about? Two days before our flight, I overslept. For my goodbyes to go well I must be early. I ran a block from our home and made a detour into an alley. Switching to Spider-man I began my swing to school. I was going to make it.

"Help! Someone robbed the bank" I heard a guard yell over a scream of an alarm that rang through the air.

Spoke too soon. I released my current web line and shot one into the direction of the scream; in the direction opposite the school. I saw the car driving in the direction I had taken to get from my home. Landing on the red and yellow muscle car I looked at the crooks.

"Spider-Man?!" The robbers, still wearing their ski masks said.

"The one and only. I don't have time for this. Pull over now and I won't beat you up. Too bad." I said. Should've known better. Instead of pulling over the guy in the passenger seat pulled out a gun and started to shoot at me through the windshield.

"Dude, you better not break my ride." The driver said.

Before either could do anything else I ripped the passenger out through the gaping hole that had once been the passenger door.

"Not cool, Spidey," The driver said. I only glared him through my mask and he pressed the breaks. As soon as the car stopped the driver put his hands up.

"Get out."

"O-okay. No problem." He said as he got out of the car with his hands in the air.

"You probably know what's gonna happen now." I said webbing the guy upside down on the pole that the gun toting idiot was on.

"'Don't damage my car' you said. If you didn't stop me then we would've got away."

"No, no you wouldn't have." I said as I started my way back to school. My muscles started to ache as I pushed myself to swing faster and faster.

Somehow I managed to arrive before the bell rang. After what happened during the ride alongs I changed on the roof and jumped down in an empty part of school. Immediately I found MJ sitting at a table with the other people from the drama club.

"Hey MJ." I greeted.

"Hey tiger, want to sit with us?" She asked with a smile as she patted the spot on the bunch next to her.

"No thanks, I just had to say goodbye."

"Where you going?"

"Canada. Apparently as a way to, quote: 'Get away from it all'."

"That sounds good. I'll be stuck here all summer," she said motioning for a hug. Hey, who am I to argue? "Hope you start feeling better." She whispered in my ear. Does everyone know how I'm "depressed"?

Not as hard as I had feared. Maybe things will go easier than I thought and I just got paranoid. Wouldn't be first time I became paranoid. The school bell rang before I met Harry or Gwen. The three of us saw each other in the classes. But this moment didn't feel right. Spider senses tingling. I pretended to drop my pencil as the eraser flew over my head. And landed in the teachers coffee while he was at the board. Scanning the students behind me I saw a seriously ticked off looking Liz Allen. Guess she's still angry after I broke up with her. To be with Gwen. Who's with Harry. Never before have I been so grateful for my spider sense. I'll need them until Liz calms down.

The classes flew by quickly and none of the classes felt right to announce my vacation. Neither did the points we'd see each other in between classes. I saw them at our usual lunch table and took a few brave steps; until Harry put his arm around Gwen's shoulder.

"Wonder if I could tell them I was leaving by sending them a postcard from Canada." I said to myself.

"That could work. But then you couldn't expect a warm welcome reception." Mary Jane said, surprising me. I swear she's one of the few people able to sneak up on me.

"It's hard. With them like that. Now I feel extra sorry while I was with Liz."

"You know that they'll be upset if they have to find out when they receive a call from a Canadian number. And if you won't tell them I will."

"Would you? That'd he great," She returned that statement with a glare, almost as terrifying as Gwen's. "Ok, ok. Gees, did Gwen help you with that look?"

"Yeah. Girl has some skill."

I forced my legs to move me close to my friends. I sat down across from the couple and told them about me leaving. Remember when I said it wasn't going to be as hard as I thought? Well I was right. It was so awkward that I found myself wishing to trade one web shooter for doctor octopus or one of the other morons with powers to attack at that moment.

The actual goodbye was simple enough, but I still didn't think I could eat anymore. Walking inside I met MJ again.

"How'd it go?" She asked.

"Still prefer the postcard plan." I joked.

After the goodbyes, nothing significant happened. The day of the flight came and we left early to ensure we would make it in time. I was nervous as we got to the security terminal. As the suitcase passed under the X-Ray I was nervous. There was no screen showing to the passengers and there was a chance that they saw my Spider-Man suit. Every second that passed I felt that the person at the terminal would yell, "It's Spider-Man."

My heart was slowing as the suitcase passed through the scanner and I loaded it onto the conveyer belt. The two of us boarded in the uncomfortable seats. For what felt like hours in the back-destroying seats we sat, waiting for the plane to take off. Finally the jet took to the air. Might as well find out more about where we were heading.

"So Aunt May, what is Uncle Jimmy like?" I asked.

"I haven't seen Jimmy since he moved to Canada. We've been talking though, and he is laid back."

"How will we know where to go if we don't know what each other looks like?"

"I don't know. All he said was that we'd know him when we saw him."

No other questions were in was in mind and I let the conversation drop. I felt the fatigue I've been fighting off from these last days I couldn't sneak out take hold. Looking out the window I let the clouds lull me to sleep. Until I saw a green face stare at me. No getting to sleep here. Maybe Aunt May was right. Wether or not it helps I'm bound for Canada.

Watch out Canada, here comes Spider-Man.

-FIN-

I hope that this story is up to expectations. Remember that I'm still a novice and comments will help make this story. Peter will be working at the hotel. Anyone want to guess what job he lands?