Everything happened just as Peter had planned. Before he had participated in the wrestling match with Crusher-Hogan, he was at home in his room trying to figure out some way to test out the extent of his powers. He could jump at great distances, crawl on walls like a spider, and has super strength—all the traits that were passed down to him from a radioactive spider. Though he had the strength to lift a car with such ease, he still wanted to see how far he could push himself. In order to accomplish this, he needed to test more of his super strength than just lifting vehicles.

Which lead him to a news paper article titled "Defeat Crusher Hogan, and win three-thousand dollars!" It showed a picture of the man who would go on to become a star wrestler in America. It took one look at the man for Peter to spring an idea in his head. He will test out his super strength by fighting and defeating Crusher-Hogan. But in order to set his plan in motion, he needed to get one person out of his hair:

Uncle Ben.

After his first fight with Flash Thompson back in school, it didn't take long for the principal to call both Uncle Ben and Aunt May in to discuss the incident. They didn't like the idea of their nephew doing something so out of character for him. Though Peter had told his guardians that Flash was the one who started the fight, he couldn't deny that he ended it before it could escalate further. Furthermore, Peter was spending more time testing his powers in his room then doing his chores.

The more his behavior changed, the more concerned they became.

On the day before the match was starting, Peter lied to Uncle Ben and Aunt May by telling them that he was going to the library and study. He would be lying if he said it didn't make him sick whenever he lied to Uncle Ben and Aunt May; but what he had been up to was too important not to do. But phase one, two, and three are now complete; now all he needs to do is collect his money and head back home before Uncle Ben and Aunt May realize where he went.

Peter stood across the promoter's desk, patiently awaiting the retrieval of his three-thousand dollars. Wrestlers of various shapes and sizes also stood behind him, patiently awaiting their turn. The promoter meticulously counted the money of each fighter after every bout. He diligently counted every last piece of change, carefully placing it into a bag and then into a box beside him. Once the counting ceased, he kindly handed his assistant a clipboard containing the names and numbers of the victorious men, before shifting his focus to Peter.

"I've gotta say kid, you made one hell of a show," he admitted, lips grace with a big smile. "You should definitely come back again. People would pay bucks to see another fight like that!"

Peter waved his hand dismissively.

"Nah, that won't be necessary. This was a one time thing," he responded. "If you could just give me the cash I'll be on my way."

"Are you sure, kid?" The promoter crossed his arms. "You could be famous, you know? Imagine what you could do for your own career! Hell, you'll be king of the world!"

Peter chuckled and shook his head.

"Sorry man, not interested. Can I have my money now?" He extended his hand.

The promoter sighed and reluctantly handed Peter the bag filled with money.

Peter smiled under his mask.

"Welp, you have a good night sir." Peter turned around and started out of the room.

He walked down the winding hallway while staring at the bag of money in hand. If he had to be honest with himself, he didn't know what to do with his reward. There had been no other time in his life where he had ever received so much money, so now that he finally had it, he wasn't exactly sure what to do with it.

The thought of buying a car crossed his mind, but quickly faded away due to him not knowing how to drive. Maybe when the time is ripe, he could take Gwen out on a date and take her to one of those fancy restaurants. That sounded nice.

His thoughts trailed off when he felt someone shoulder their way past him. He glanced over his shoulder to see a muscular blonde man fully clothed in black. His face was hidden under the hood of his black coat, yet Peter noticed that his chocolate eyes were glaring towards the door he had just exited. Peter frowned and looked forward, continuing on his way towards the elevator.

It was then that Peter halted in his tracks when a gunshot suddenly exploded from the direction the man came from.

Screams and cries rang throughout the hallways as everyone scrambled to escape the building. Some people fell to the ground in fear. A few of those lucky enough not to lose their footing ran past Peter and continued running to another section of the hall. Leaving Peter alone to stare in shock.

"Put the money in the bag!" Peter heard the man shouting from behind the door. "Hurry up!"

The door swung open with a loud creak, revealing the man with a bag of money in one hand and a pistol in the other. His face was covered by a ski mask with two lens. He sprinted forward whilst pumping his arms furiously to maintain his momentum. The promoter stood by the doorway, holding his bruised shoulder. Blood poured through the fabric and soaked it red.

"Hey!" The promoter shouted while pointing at the thief. "He's got my money!"

A police officer rounded a corner after hearing the commotion and began charging after the run away thief. The thief pumped his arms harder in a attempt to gain distance from the officer. Peter watched as the thief drew closer and nearer to him.

At that moment, time stopped.

Everything stopped moving. Peter froze in his spot, eyes focused solely onto the robber with the gun. Peter felt an overwhelming aura radiating from the criminal. Said aura radiated off the thug in waves of black mist, almost as if he carried death itself within him.

Paralyzed by fear and apprehension, Peter gulped with a dilemma. The money in his hand no longer mattered but a sense of impending doom urged him to take action; to prevent a potential tragedy from unfolding. As the man approached, Peter felt a knot in his stomach form. A mix of fear and determination.

Every fiber in his being was shouting at him to stop the thief.

With a surge of adrenaline, Peter swiftly moved forward and in a split second, he swatted the gun out of the criminal's hand and pinned him to the wall by his collar. Rendering the shocked thief helpless. Everyone gawked in awe of Peter's heroic act. The officer stopped at Peter's side and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright kid, you did good," the officer congratulated Peter. "We'll take it from here."

Peter nodded and allowed the cop to gently guide him away from the suspect. Two more officers entered the scene and Peter watched as they cupped the suspect's wrists together with handcuffs while simultaneously taking his hidden knives. Once the criminal was secured, the cops gave a wave goodbye to Peter and then entered the elevator.

Peter turned to his right just in time to see the promoter approaching him. His hand still holding his shoulder where the bullet grazed him. He could feel the blood flowing through his fingertips.

"That was insane, kid. At first I thought you might cower in fear, but you actually stopped him." The promoter grinned and chuckle. "You got the heart of a hero."

Peter shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"It's really nothing," he said nonchalantly. "I just couldn't stand there and do nothing. So I had to act."

"Well, you certainly did act," the promoter added. "That was very brave and honorable. Thanks for the save… Spider-Man."

The promoter turned around and walked back into his office. Peter retrieved the bag of money from the ground and started towards the elevator once again. Once he reached the first floor, he exited out of the building. Passing by two police cars and an ambulance parked a few feet away. After distancing himself away from the building, he rounded a corner and entered an alleyway.

With a spring, Peter gracefully leapt from one wall to another until he landed on the roof. His eyes landed on his backpack that laid in the same place he left it. Grabbing said backpack and unzipping it, he shoved his bag of money into it before grabbing his web shooters and zipping it back up.

"Think it's about time I give these babies a shot," he muttered under his breath, adjusting the straps around both his wrist.

Once satisfied, Peter sling his backpack over his back and started towards the rooftop's precipice. Stepping upon the edge, he surveyed his surroundings. Traffic below consisted of vehicles of all kinds moving down the road, oceans of individuals hurrying on foot or riding on bicycles, and even more people driving in vehicles of every color and shape imaginable. All types of traffic lights, streetlights and cars were moving on the streets below him.

Peter relaxed into his stance as he glanced up at a building. Right arm shot upward and discharged a web that found purchase onto the side of the building. His toes slightly curled in anticipation under his red boots. In an instant, Peter yelped and launched himself up into the air.

His body spun in midair while his legs propelled him through the air. It felt exhilarating. His heart hammering against his chest while the wind whipped past his ears. Peter extended his left hand, shooting another strand of web which grabbed a hold of another nearby building.

With a pull, he brought himself up into the air faster than before. His free hand extended outward, discharging another web and repeated the process multiple times. Peter laughed at the experience.

This feeling of adrenaline was indescribable; it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt as though he was flying through the sky akin to a bird. He never knew how wonderful flying could be.

As he descended towards the ground, he shot another web and rounded around a building with a swing on the web-line. He twisted around and used it to propel himself further upwards. He let out an excited shriek as he soared through the city. He held onto the web line tightly, swinging from building to building in a dizzying fashion.

After circling around the city three more times and performing several more flips, Peter slowed down his ascent and landed firmly onto a rooftop. With his feet planted firmly to the ground, he stood there silently staring down at the city. The moon basked over New York's surface and glowed brightly above the rooftops, illuminating everything underneath it and giving it an ethereal quality.

Well, that's enough swinging for one night, Peter thought.

Peter blinked. His nose was assaulted by the smell of something… burning. His gaze shifted from the moon to his right where he spotted a fire raging away. Smoke ascended into the air, filling the entire area in a dark gray haze.

He jumped from the roof and shot out a strand, swinging through the city above many pedestrians and cars that drove by. Few individuals would halt in their place in time to glance up at him as he swung overhead. The spectators were of no concern to him; their attention was drawn elsewhere as he moved from streetlamp to streetlamp, eventually approaching a large building.

Peter's eyes blinked in surprise.

He was staring at a building that was on fire.

Flames licked from its top, threatening to engulf the entire building. The structure's fire alarms blared as smoke poured from all the windows. Firefighters swarmed to the building attempting to put out the flames. Meanwhile police officers tried to disperse the crowd, directing the fleeing onlookers away. Peter glanced down in time to see a woman trying to break through the firefighters and paramedics.

Her eyes shone red and was covered in ash from her surroundings but she didn't care. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she struggled to break out of the two firefighters' grip, but they remained firm despite her pleas. Her cries grew louder when the two men pulled her away from the inflamed building.

"Please, my baby is in there!" Shrieked the woman, struggling against the hold on her arm.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't let you in!" Said one of the fire fighters.

"But my baby!" Exclaimed the woman.

"I'm sorry! We can't let you. It's too dangerous!" Replied the second fire fighter.

"NO! Let ME GO!" Screamed the woman, still struggling against the grip of the men.

Peter shifted his gaze towards the engulfed edifice. His eyes narrowed with unwavering determination. He extended his arm, discharging a web towards the structure, and gracefully launched himself through a window, shattering the glass upon entry.

As his feet made contact with the plush carpeted floor, he swiftly pivoted, meticulously surveying the room for any lingering souls unable to escape. The flickering flames illuminated the space, casting ethereal shadows that gracefully danced upon the walls. Peter diligently scanned the vicinity, his eyes darting in search of any semblance of movement, until they finally alighted upon a crib.

Peter immediately approached the crib and knelt down next to it. The child inside whimpered softly and started crying. He slowly lifted the blanket covering the little girl, revealing her to be just as precious as she was adorable. She was about a year and a half old, with blond hair and delicate facial features. Her cyan eyes stared back at Peter's and her whimpers turned into quiet sniffles as she gazed up at him.

"It's okay, I got you." Cooed Peter whilst smiling under his mask.

His heart melted as he gently picked her up and placed her gently in the crook of his left arm. She immediately curled into a ball as she continued to sniffle and cry. He stood slowly, keeping his eye locked on the child before turning his gaze back to the window and leapt out. Peter breathed deeply when the scent of fresh air met his nostrils. It was refreshing compared to the acrid smell that lingered in the building just moments ago.

He sighed and relaxed as he felt the wind blowing against his skin; it was invigorating as he floated in midair, enjoying the scenery surrounding him. He landed on the ground next to both the stunned woman and the firefighters. Even the paramedics and the crowd halted momentarily when they noticed him. The police were the only ones unaffected; all three of them were busy trying to calm some of the bystanders.

Peter approached the mother and carefully handed the baby to her arms. The woman's eyes widened as she looked down at the baby in her arms. A gentle smile broke across her features as she cooed to the infant and bounced her lightly on her shoulder. She rocked her in a soothing manner, rocking her gently back and forth and whispering sweet things. A small tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, my baby." Whispered the woman before she looked at Peter with a tear-filled smile. "Thank you."

Peter nodded his head in reply. He only turned halfway when someone grabbed his arm. He turned to face the woman again, who was looking at him with pleading and grateful eyes.

"Can you please tell me your name?" Asked the woman.

Peter glanced down at the ground. After a moment of silence he finally spoke. "Spider-Man."

Without thinking his arm shot upward, discharging a web that found purchase and pulled himself into the air. Peter shot another web to another and proceeded to web-swing through the city. While swinging a sudden realization dawned on him.

He had finally figured how to put his powers to use.

He can save people and take down criminals.

Peter landed on a rooftop and stared at his hands. He acknowledges now more than ever that his powers didn't come to him by chance; he had a responsibility to protect people who were unable to protect themselves. For some reason he was imbued with great power. The words of his Uncle Ben rang in his head.

With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.

Peter's eyes narrowed with determination under his mask. He didn't understand his Uncle's words, solely because he didn't want to listen to him and do his own thing. But he sees the world clearly now, and he sees where his place is in it.

Peter closed his eyes. He internally makes a promise to himself. He will be responsible with his gift, use his power to save people and fight against any evil that may bring harm to them. All while donning his suit and taking up the role of New York's friendly neighborhood hero.

Spider-Man's eyes shot open as he leapt from the roof. Shooting a web that found purchase. Swinging through the city towards home.

The moon ascends to a new era.

The era of The Amazing Spider-Man.

A/N: And that was chapter 6 young readers! Ladies and gentlemen: Uncle Ben's alive. Thanks to Peter's quick thinking, Uncle Ben gets to live to see another day. Though Ben may have dodge a bullet thanks to Peter intervening, he won't escape the clutches of death the second time. Next chapter will feature the birth of Silk so stay tuned for that one! With all of that said, I'll be taking my leave.

See you all in the next chapter!