It had been five long months since Peter's intense confrontation with Flash. Since that day, Flash had mostly left him alone, resorting to occasional insults or objects to the head.

In these five months, each evening descended and Peter retreated to his room, a curiosity stirred within him. The mystery surrounding his parents' demise consumed his thoughts, compelling him to dig deeper.

Sitting at his desk, surrounded by scattered papers and old photographs, Peter delved into his investigation, meticulously piecing together fragments of information. Clues emerged, like scattered puzzle pieces waiting to be connected.

Yet, despite his relentless efforts, every night seemed to conclude with more questions than answers.

The truth remained just out of reach, teasing him like a distant mirage. Frustration occasionally gnawed at his resolve, but Peter's determination only grew stronger.

His room became an investigation, a sanctuary where his parents' memory intermingled with the search for truth. Peter poured over old newspaper articles, and revisited police reports, seeking any hint or connection that could bring him closer to his answer

As the moon bathed his room in a soft, comforting glow, Peter whispered to himself, "Always back to Oscorp!" He opened a case with his father's initials inside were files from Oscorp inside were symbols at the top two circles with a single line in them. "I think I hate the company" Peter slammed his head on the table.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey Pete, mind if I come in?" Uncle Ben's voice called out from outside the door.

"One sec, Ben," Peter responded, swiftly unlocking the door and swinging it open.

Ben stepped inside, a warm smile spreading across his face as he took in his nephew's appearance. "You know, Peter, right now you remind me so much of your dad."

Peter's lips curved into a small but genuine smile. "Thanks, Ben. That means a lot."

Uncle Bens eyes filled with kindness. "So, what are you doing?"

Peter hesitated for a moment before responding, "Uh, yeah, just working on some stuff, Ben."

Ben raised an eyebrow, sensing Peter's evasiveness. "Alright, Pete. Take your time, but don't forget to take breaks."

Peter nodded, appreciating his uncle's concern. "Thanks, Ben. I'll keep that in mind."

Before Ben turned to leave, he added, "Oh, by the way, May wanted me to tell you that Wanda is here. She's at the front door."

Peter's eyes widened with surprise. He hadn't expected Wanda's visit. "Wanda? Really? Thanks, Ben. I'll go see her right away."

Peter descended the stairs, glancing at the familiar photographs adorning the walls pictures of cherished memories with Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Opening it, he was greeted by Wanda, who stood with her arms folded in front of her, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Hi, Peter," Wanda greeted him with warmth in her voice.

"Hi, Wanda! Would you like to come in?" Peter extended a welcoming gesture, motioning for her to enter. Wanda nodded eagerly, stepping inside as Peter closed the door behind her.

Once inside, Peter turned to face Wanda and asked with curiosity, "So, what brings you here? What did you need?"

"Well, I've noticed that we haven't been doing much together lately, and you've seemed a bit distant. So, I was thinking, would you like to go to a museum tomorrow?" Wanda spoke with a hint of nervousness in her voice, hoping Peter would agree.

Peter's face lit up with a smile as he responded, "That sounds perfect! But it has to be a science museum." He chuckled, knowing Wanda understood his love for science.

"I had a feeling you'd prefer that, so I made sure to pick a science museum," Wanda replied with a playful laugh whilst lifting up a pair of tickets. "But yes, we do need to start early to make the most of the day you know."

Peter nodded eagerly, his excitement building. "I'll set my alarm extra early. This is going to be awesome!"

Wanda grinned, happy to see Peter's enthusiasm. "I can't wait either. It's going to be really fun. Get a good night's sleep, Peter." Wanda left Peters house and shut the door behind her.

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The sun had just begun to rise as Peter's alarm clock jolted him awake at 6 in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, feeling a surge of excitement for the day ahead. Determined to make the most of their museum visit, Peter quickly selected a comfortable outfit and made sure to pack his camera.

With a small breakfast in hand, Peter bid Aunt May farewell and stepped out into the fresh morning air.

Peter arrived at Wanda's house and approached the front door. He took a deep breath, knocking gently as he waited for Wanda to answer. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a cheerful and ready-to-go Wanda.

"Hey, Peter!" Wanda greeted him with a warm smile. "Ready for our museum day?"

Peter returned her smile, his excitement evident in his eyes. "Definitely! Let's go!"

Together, they walked side by side, their footsteps echoing through the quiet morning streets. As they made their way towards the museum.

HEY YALL SHORT CHAPTER BUT I'LL MAKE ONE BIG CHAPTER THIS WEEK AND IT'LL BE THE SAME FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS THEN I'LL GET BACK ONTO WRITING A FEW CHAPTERS A WEEK