"I can't believe Spider-Man would do that. It couldn't actually be him." Peter said, trying to defend himself.
"It sure looked like him," Harry said.
"Why would he do that? Wasn't he saving people?" Peter said.
"I agree with Peter," Gwen said. "My dad just meat him like a couple of days ago and said he seemed like a friendly guy. Maybe it was just a trick."
"Who knows. I wouldn't be surprised either way." Harry said. "He seems a bit sketchy. Iron Man and Captin America seem like they're more trustworthy. At least we know who they are."
"I still just don't think that Spider-Man would do something so evil as, killing that poor officer."
"Why are you defending him? Have you even meet him?" Gwen asked.
"No, I just want to believe the best in people."
They didn't question it any forthy as the bell rang and they all went to class.
Peter was distracted throughout the whole day. The death of that officer lingered in his mind. He thought about this for the remainder of his day, not evening thinking about talking with Harry, Gwen or even Liz.
The school day seemed to go by surprisingly fast. After school, he decided that suiting up and trying to clear his name would be the best course of action.
Spider-Man with swinging through the city. Despite having all day to come up with a plan, astonishingly he didn't really have an idea of what to do to fix the periculum he was now in. He thought perhaps just being out and about trying to help people might be enough.
People down below were looking at him skeptical, more so than usual of his presence in the city.
It's not very promising how people are looking at me. Not sure if anyone even will let me help them if they think I'm a killer. Still, what else can I do? I'd bet this can only improve. Properly. Parker luck can't be that bad right?
Peter heard shouting nearby.
He jumped into action as he saw someone getting mugged.
Spider-Man moved towards the mugger and web pulled him away from the person they were mugging. Peter then kicked them in the face knocking the mugger out.
The person being mugged looked scared still.
"You're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."
"I saw you on the news, you killed a police officer! Stay away from me!"
"It's fake. Why would I save you if I'm some insane murderer?"
"Sorry, Spider-Man."
"You've got nothing to be sorry for. Just how about you avoid dark alleyways for now on."
"Yeah." The person that he saved began walking away and waving, looking like they felt better.
"Well, that was nice. I feel better now. Take that rotten luck."
He then felt his Spider Sence go off.
Oh for the love of-, he thought before being cut off by a police officer yelling at to get on the ground.
"Get on the ground, or I'll blow you away right now."
"Okay, I'm guessing your believing in that bogus video two then huh."
"Stop talking. You're trying to get into my head."
"No, I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you because I'm not a killer."
"You think I'm stupid, don't you."
"Can't form an opinion yet."
"Here's what going to happen, you're going to take off that mask, and then you'll spend the rest of your life in jail for killing my friend."
Peter turned around with his hands up still. He read the officer's name tag.
"Listen, officer Gargan. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Stop moving!" His hand was nearly pulling the trigger.
"Okay. Okay. So this officer that was killed was your friend right? That's why you seem quite unhappy, I assume."
"You killed!" He fired once. Peter dodged him before he got hit and webbed his gun.
The cop charged at Peter but was not nearly as fast as Peter.
"Stop I don't want to hurt you, officer Gargan."
Peter quickly then began swinging away while Gargan got his gun back and fired rapidly at him.
Peter landed on the roof and stopped for a moment. He heard a helicopter approaching him with his spider-sense blaring again.
"Get on the ground!" Speakers came booming out of the helicopter.
This is ridiculous! Peter thought, running away from it. While he ran, bullets headed right towards him. Peter got hit in the lag by a stay bullet but still kept going without even realizing it had grazed him.
He moved quickly running and swinging away from the helicopter that was still chasing him.
That officer must have called for backup! Peter thought. Judging by that helicopter, the cops aren't screwing around with the hunt for me. Guess the benefit of the doubt is out of the question. Hope their not shooting to kill Aunt May will kill me if I die.
"He's over there!" Someone called out. Peter started moving again and realized he was shot.
That shockingly not hurting. Not sure what that means.
Peter continued to evade the helicopter by staying close to the ground. He ended up hiding next to a dumpster waiting for it to go away.
I'm going to smell terrible. Peter checked his leg. Okay, the bullet when though but there seems to be a bit of a hole in my leg for the moment. Oh good god. I mean that'll be fine. I hope. I should make my way home nobody wants Spider-Man right now. This hole shouldn't be too much of inconvenience I can get back with one lag that's not screaming at me.
Peter began making his way back home, trying to say low and away from people just in case the helicopter came back around.
Against all the odds, he saw a car accident happening right before on a busy street during rush hour.
How does this even happen? You can't be serious! Peter thought. Okay, lag hurts, but it's getting better by the second. Gotta help them.
Peter ran into the commotion ignoring the risk of being in the crosshairs of the police again. He pulled people out of the way of the cars hitting into one another. It was a massive pileup now. Peter moved quickly to help a few people trapped in their vehicles. He ripped the doors off of a couple vehicles carrying the people to safety who were unable to how out of the way themselves.
The last car that was tipped over on its side had a family trapped inside. Peter moved to it ripping the door off of the top of the car and helped the two parents get out.
"Plase get our son!" The father pleated as Spider-Man helped him out of the car and pressed to assisting the other father get out who said basically the same thing.
"Don't worry," Peter said moving quickly to help the crying little boy in the back.
"Hey kid it's alright. I've got you, you're safe now." Peter carried him out of the car.
"Thank you Spider-Man! I'm your biggest fan!" The kid said while Peter carried him to his parents. The kid was trying to hug him while he carried him.
"Thanks, kid. You know how to make a guy feel like he's done the right thing."
Peter give him to his parents. They thanked him along with a bunch of other people he saved.
The police arrived and other emergency services. A couple of officers pulled their weapons on Spider-Man.
"Get on the ground criminal." One said.
"I bet he did this!" The other said.
"Can we please just agree to do this later?" Peter said, trying to relieve the tension.
"Not a chance. Get on the ground." An officer replied.
"Hey! Some called out.
"Leave that man alone!" another voice said.
Peter and the police saw that a bunch of people were coming towards them looking unhappy.
"He saved us what are you doing?" Another person asked.
"He's a wanted criminal we are taking him away, please remain calm.
"Why would he save us then?"
"That's not making sense officer."
"Leave Spider-Man alone." The kid he just saved cried.
"Fine, fine. You're free to go Spider-Man. I hope this is the right decision." One officer said while his partner when to help people.
"I'll prove to you I'm innocent," Peter said. "Thank everyone for believing in me. I won't forget this anytime soon." He said looking at the crowd that saved him.
He swung away, feeling more confident.

Shortly after Spider-Man left officer Gargan arrived.

He was unhappy with the cops for letting Spider-Man go.
"Listen Spider-Man's a murder. Why did you let him go?" He asked the two officers.
"I just told you. I know you're upset but, I don't believe that he did what you think he did."
"Well if we had him in custody with could have gotten to the bottom of this."
"Gargan!" Captian Stacy said, arriving. "Over here, now." He motioned over away from all the people.
"I know you're pissed, but you can't go yelling at fellow officers who are doing their job."
"They let him off the hook despite the evidence against him. What if he kills more people!"
"We need to take a breath and elevate all the facts. It's not adding up. Go home your off the case. It's too personal for you clearly."
"Fine. I'm going." Gargan said, walking away, frustrated.

Later

After Peter got home, he was exhausted from his day.
Being made a fugitive was not how I thought my day would go. I should stay low until this blows over. Surely they will find my doppelganger. Maybe I could? No, I'm not a detective. Perhaps I could learn? It's not even been 24 hours, someone will find them. If not, I'll have to fix this. Oh god. What a day.
Peter laid down thinking. He wanted to talk with MJ. This whole ordeal made him feel wrong about being rude to her the last time they spoke. She's really the only one who he can talk to regarding this part of his life. So he got up and called her.
"Hey, MJ?" Peter said picking up the phone.
"Are you alright Peter? I called a couple times. I saw what was happening online."
"I'm sorry about what happened the last time we spoke."
"Why you sorry? You're a wanted criminal now. Congratulations by the way."
"Thanks, but seriously I'm sorry I shouldn't have been rude to you, hanging up on you and ignoring you. Your the only one who knows about what I'm going through. I should be at my best when talking with you."
"Come on, Peter your risking your life every day practically."
"Not an excuse. I should be the one coming up with reasons why I should get away with my behaviour."
"Is this just about hanging up on me? I know it's not."
"Your right. I hate all the lies. I can't talk to anybody about this. You say it's fine, but I know you're lying. I can tell from all my lies."
"Yeah, your right. This is hard on me. Again though I'm not the one running into danger so I can't complain."
"I suppose your MJ. Thank you for being such a great friend."
"Night, Peter."
"Night." Peter hung up the phone.
MJ sat in her room, thinking.
The things I do for you, Peter Parker. She thought. Life does seem easy for me. I miss sharing our problems. Now it's one-sided. Whatever. She lied down. It's dumb. He's a superhero, and I'm the only one who knows. Should be fun, not stress full. The pressure is the worst part. Wish I could be more active in helping him or be a hero myself.

Hello,
I have less to share this time around. I'd say everything is on track, so delays are less likely now. I don't want to jinx myself. I know the likely hood of that is low, but never can be too careful.
Yeah, hi I've been sitting on this for like two months. I'm writing 14 for goodness sake. I'm dropping my editor I feel bad, but this story's moving too slowly. Apologies if more errors appear from this point on. Expect chapters out more, for real this time. (99.99%)