Peter finally wakes up after a good snooze, the cold breeze hitting him immediately via the window being left open. His eyes open slowly, darting around at the room. He shifts himself up. It's quiet, so his thoughts can only occupy the deafening silence in Aunt May's house. As far as he knows, Uncle Ben died two weeks ago. He's not sure if May plans for a funeral, she hasn't told him about anything relating to that incident ever since. Peter still felt horrible for letting that Burglar go last time, but if he were to kill him, he would've felt even worse. He's never killed a man before, and he never will.

Peter sighed, before getting up, and reaching for his glasses. His vision suddenly went blurry.. what was happening? He blinks once, and no change is seen. He takes them off, and his vision goes back to normal.

"..Did that spider bite repair my vision? I can't believe I won't be needing those anymore.."

He sets his glasses down, looking at himself in the mirror. "I guess these powers are more of a blessing than a curse. But I didn't ask for them at all.. I don't think I even 'need' them."

Peter soon catches himself saying that. Parker realizes something.. if he idolized all of these heroes in current times, why not become one himself? Sure, he didn't ask for these newfound abilities, but.. maybe he can make a difference of sorts. He can 'help' people his own way, because it's the right way. Peter consistently strived to be better than his peers at school, and now that the realization hit him - he has a gift that MADE him better, maybe not in the selfish, rivalry type of better - but something that will spring him into becoming the greatest superhero New York has ever known.

He sits down on the bed, and contemplates the idea of being a hero. He has the powers, the intellect, and perhaps now the morals, but what about the suit? That makeshift, dingy wrestling suit he made for the tourney isn't going to help. He needs to be as colorful as.. Mister Fantastic, or Captain America, maybe even Iron Man. An idea comes to him immediately; why not use the same codename he used for the wrestling match, but just shorten it to.. 'Spider-Man'? An adjective-less Spider-Man, or perhaps the Amazing Spider-Man? And the secret identity - he's already lost one of his loved ones, what if he encounters some big time villain who'll go after Aunt May just by Peter showing his true self? He can't let that happen.

..For the adjectives, he'll just let citizens call him that. Spider-Man was more easier, and kind of rolled off the tongue. But how will he make the suit? Peter went to his laptop near his desk, and booted it up, going on Ebay to find supplies. He indulges on hours of work on his laptop, finding flexible red spandex with blue highlights, some sort of Halloween costume for sale. Faceless red masks, and red boots, white lenses with black borders around it. It's all coming to plan for him, because he quickly visions a look of the suit, to emphasize on 'Spider-Man'. After Peter's done with the item shopping, he closes his laptop and puts it up.

"Spiders use webs to get around.. it would make sense of a 'human spider' did the same. That doesn't sound as good as I thought it would in my head."

He first sketches out these new gizmos to move around the city. Thor used his hammer to fly, Iron Man used his suit. He needed his own way to maneuver.. so he drew sketches of these wrist-worn devices; dubbed 'Web-Shooters'. Once he had the idea, he grabbed specific material laying around his room. Before his death, Ben asked Peter if he was going to do anything with these gadgets, only for Parker to tell him that, maybe he would one day. Looks like this is that same day, he just didn't see it coming yet.

The crafting of these new machinations were precise and complicated. The way Peter built them was sophisticated enough for a mastermind genius to use them, one like Einstein would be astonished to learn that a young genius like Peter Parker would make something as complex as this! He made little open slits near the bottom, and put in small capsules with custom made webbing inside. He made them from a specific chemical formula, to replicate a spider's web. It might've been more heavier than the standard arachnid's webbing, but it was enough to carry around a human spider like him. He mounted them on red bands around his wrists, and pulls them on.

After the Web-Shooters were made, the items were finally delivered to May's doorstep. While making his way downstairs, Peter noticed a note May left near the table, and proceeded to grab and read it.

"Going out with friends. Be back in a few! ps; I made something for you in the fridge :)

- With Love, Aunt May"

Parker smiled. Yes, he was the man of the house for now, but it felt like someone was watching over him. Peter put the note aside, and went for the door, opening it. About three or so boxes were seen in front of him, and Parker carefully grabbed each one, sliding them into the house. He carries them to his room with ease, considering his physical strength now tripled. With each box now put in his room, he opens the one with the red and blue spandex. He takes the costume out, and lifts it up to look at it. He sets it on the desk, and grabs a black marker. He draws complex, intricate patterns of webbing on the costume, primarily on the red parts of the suit, including the boots. Peter draws a distinctive spider symbol on the chest, to put the 'Spider' in 'Spider-Man'. He does the same for the mask, before setting it down.

"Right.. what else."

He looks around the room, and then looks down at the boxes. Peter kneels down to the smaller box, taking out the white lenses with black borders. He tweaked them up a bit, having them become mechanical, more expressive lenses, to let his emotions show without revealing his identity. Once he glues them on, Parker puts on the suit, sliding on the mask. He tests out his lenses, opening them wide and squinting them down. More of the black borders close in around the white lenses whenever he squints. After testing the lenses, he mounts his Web-Shooters on his wrists, before turning to the window. Spidey pulled up the window, before stepping back a notable distance, standing near the wall as he faces the bed.

"..Alright. New York, meet the Amazing SPIDER-MAN!"

He rushes towards his bed, launching on the mattress before springing off of it, passing though the window like a bullet as he immediately flicks his other wrist towards the roof of Aunt May's house, firing a thick line of webbing as it latched onto the side of the roof. Spider-Man grabs onto the thread, swinging across the house before launching himself off of the thread with enough trajectory, speeding through the air and across the neighborhood in Queens. The grey skies didn't exactly accompany his mood at the moment, and neither did the cold air, but he felt 'cool enough' to swing through grey skies in Queens. Maybe it's that way for someone else right now.

He lets out a triumphant whoop of excitement, diving down into a narrow alleyway before firing another thread of webbing that let him swing through said alleyway, launching himself out of the alleyway before launching himself into an airborne roll by tucking himself into a ball, and accidentally slamming onto the roof of an apartment.

"Augh- sorry!"

He quickly recovers as soon as his body hits the roof, firing another thread and yanking himself off of the terrain, tucking it under him as he cocks his other leg back, and swings his right one forwards, having a tight enough grasp on the web-line. He is guided through the various apartments in Queens, launching himself off of the thread, and firing another. He grasps on once more, cocking his legs back to not scrape himself over the asphalt, before springing himself towards a rooftop, landing. Cars pass by, but he spots a suspicious looking one, in all black, with motorcycles following it.

"Doesn't look good. It's probably some sorta scheme.. a scheme I can stop."

He leaps from the rooftop, and fires his other wrist-mounted Web-Shooter, using one hand to swing as he flies through the streets, following after the car and motorcycles. He swings towards one motorcycle driver behind the others, firing a thread of webbing to latch on to his back. The motorcycle driver is soon enough yanked from his seat, and is replaced by the Webhead landing himself on the vehicle. The others turn after hearing the driver's brief shriek.

"Who the hell is that?!"

"You guys can call me Spider-Man, your 'Friendly Neighborhood' Spider-Man!"

Spider-Man launches from the bike, slamming both feet into the next driver that sent him tumbling into the road, his motorcycle drifting off. Although Spidey does briefly board on, he hops off, springing towards the hood of the black car. He narrowly avoids bullets sent by some of the other's pistols, landing in his three-point landing pose to face them.

"Really? You guys just pulled out your guns, and proceeded to miss? You guys need your aiming worked on, you all shoot like Stormtroopers!"

He then proceeds to crawl near the window with his wallcrawling/stick-em powers, knocking on the glass and waving towards the passengers. They wore weird looking biker gang attires, something that immediately set off Spider-Man's suspicions in his mind. He's going after a gang? Very well.

"These your friends? Tell 'em to work on their proficiency, they're all misses and no hits."

"SHOOT THE DAMN GUY!" says the driver. He briefly hands the front passenger his Glock, and the man in the front promptly does his job. He wildly fires into the window, only to miss Spider-Man considering he immediately springs himself over the roof. The bullets shatter through the window, as the driver groans.

"Not my window! Where the hell did he-"

"Looking for me?"

The driver turns, before the Webslinger proceeds to slam his legs through the window entirely, smashing through the front seat and slamming into both the driver and the passenger, the car door swinging open and latching off in it's entirely. The men are sent flying out of the car, as Spider-Man slams back onto the roof. The car swerves left and right uncontrollably, with his Spider-Sense going off in his head - the car's about to crash.

"..Oh, crap. Gonna be bumpy!-"

With a quick strategy, Spidey leaps off of the car which swerves off uncontrollably, tipping over and launching itself upside down. The Webhead grabs onto the hood of the car, struggling to lift it up at first as he groans loudly. Conveniently, he and the car stopped near a truck carrying food supplies, the truck driver looking on in astonishment. Spider-Man, through sheer will, slams the car down with both hands the right way. He bends over a bit, taking a breather as his hands go on his knees. This isn't exactly how he imagined his first day doing heroics would go, but he'd go with it anyways. His Spider-Sense goes off once more, as he turns to face the other men pulling up with their motorcycles.

"Guys, one at a time.. I need a bit of a breather. You should be lucky you're not fighting 'Asthma-Man'. Surely, you'd guys take your time fighting him, right?"

The bikers board off of their motorcycles, each one getting ready to piece up the Spider. "Let's shut this asshole up.." one says.

"Aw, c'mon, don't you mind your language? You kiss your mom with your mou-"

Spider-Man is nearly cut off with a right hook from a biker. He weaves under the right hook, dodging under his fist as he slams his foot into his chin, sending the man into the ground. He looks towards the downed man.

"-It's kinda rude to interrupt someone, y'know. You'd know to have manners if you weren't such a biker bum."

And then he turns towards the others rushing towards him. Spidey sighs.

"This is gonna take a while.."

He launches himself upwards, slamming both feet into a man's chest, as he sends him hurling into the ground. Spider-Man crouched down, before slamming his fist into another man's chin, sending him flying into a trashcan. Civilians start to pile up and watch, record even as Spider-Man thwarts these crooks. He weaves and ducks under the swings of another man's knife, before sending him spiraling into the ground with a strong roundhouse kick to the head. Just as the Webslinger thought he was done, he looms over the downed crooks. Thanks to his Spider-Sense, he knows there's one more standing.

"..Y'know, you can just go home, man. Don't be like them."

The man sweats, aiming his pistol. "N-nuh uh! You're gonna go after me, you freak!"

Spider-Man turns towards the man. "Maybe. Maybe not. Hey, let me tell you something-" He flicks his wrist, firing a thick line of webbing as it latches onto the man's pistol. He yanks it out of his hands.

"-You turn yourself in. It's way better than letting yourself get beat up by some guy in spandex. Trust me, it is."

..The man looks into Spidey's lenses. He doesn't say much, but he takes advantage of the superhero letting him go, and runs off opposite of where he stood.

Spider-Man watches him go, before heading towards the car. He has yet to notice the civilians recording and watching his every move, amazed by what he's done to intervene. Spider-Man pops open the hood, and finds a stash of drugs laying around.

"These guys were trying to sell drugs.. not in my neighborhood. They looked pretty similarly clothed, too. A gang, maybe? Wish I could look into it more.." He says to himself. He hears distant sirens in the background, so someone must've called the police. He finally looks towards the new crowd he amassed.

"Well, won't you look at that? Queens has a new hero now - Spider-Man!"

With that, Spider-Man flicks his wrist once more, firing off a thread of webbing that shot up towards a high enough rooftop. He yanks himself off of the ground, and swings away. The crowd watches as police finally arrive to the scene.

...

After a swing through the neighborhood, Spider-Man returns back to Aunt May's home. Just in time, too, it seems like May had came back, evident with her crimson red car parked outside.

"Peter! I'm home!~" she announces. His lenses shoot wide - he can't let Aunt May see him like this. He quickly slips off the suit, taking off the mask and even slipping off the Web-Shooters on his wrists, concealing all of them in his closet. He slips on something casual - a team jersey, some blue jeans and socks. He quickly makes his bed as May's footsteps hit his ears. In due time, Peter sits down, facing the door as May peeks inside.

"There you are. You okay? Anything come up?"

"No, Aunt May. I'm fine." He smiles, reassuring her.

"Well, I'm just making sure my nephew is fine." She replies, going back downstairs. Parker follows her down, sitting down near the table. He clears his throat.

"So.. when are we going to have Uncle Ben's.. funeral?"

May sets her purse down, and looks at Peter. She sighs, knowing the uncertainty. She's behind on her bills, amongst other things - she might as well tell the boy the truth.

"Well, Peter.." she begins. "..I don't think we'll have one for him. Not unless I find a funeral home with options for limited financial resources. I'm poor, Peter. But I think it would be greatly appreciated if you-"

"-found a job." He completes. May solemnly nods, searching the fridge. Peter stands up from the table. "I can try, Aunt May. I'm not sure what, though.."

"Oh! You could try photography! Maybe that's in your lane?"

Peter chuckles, laughing at her sudden excitement. "Yeah, I think that can do. I'll try tomorrow for sure."

May smiles. "Thank you, Peter. In that case, I'll try to find a job at FEAST. The little shelter nearby. I won't let you be the only one to pay the bills, of course."

Peter meets her gaze, smiling a little. "I should be thanking you, Aunt May. Now, uh, what's for dinner?"

The man who got away arrives in an empty office. He stumbles a bit as he goes face to face with a man in a chair with a table sitting in front of him, engulfed by shadows. The only slightly visible thing he can see was smoke trailing from his cigarette.

"..Ey, boss. Uh, I got bad news. Me and the gang got beaten by some bug-guy. Calls himself, uh, Spider-Man."

Silence enters the spacious room, before the man puts the cigarette down. "Spider-Man?" a sudden, deep voice hits the man's ears. "You were beaten by a bug, eh?"

"..No, Mr. Stone. You gotta believe me when I say this - the guy was QUICK!"

He stands up, before flipping over the table, letting it slam into the man.

"I don't give a damn. You don't let 'no' hero, whether they're from Queens or not, stop the trafficking process. Get your ass up, before I do somethin' worse."

The man weakly limps off after letting an entire table launch into him. He leaves the office, as 'Mr. Stone' faces the window. The glass reflects his face - albino skin, blue eyes and white hair. His sharp, shark-like teeth shine through a teeth-showing frown, cracking his white hands.

"I'll break that 'Spider-Man' like the bug he is."

To be continued.