Peter had gone back to school. He worried about the consequences he would face for leaving school. Peter knew it was defiantly skipping at this point. On top of that, he disappeared during a Shelter in Place, which is a big no-no.

Peter crept back into school. Unfortunately, he happened to come back precisely when classes were changing.

Gwen saw Peter while he tried to remain inconspicuous and go to class.

"Peter! Where the heck were you? She said, whispering, not wanting to alert this information to everyone.

"I had to check on Aunt May. I was worried."

"You had to leave for that? She's not even near where it happened. You could've called her."

"You know you are absolutely right. Let's talk later." Peter walked away, and Gwen was unhappy with him, she could tell that Peter was lying. He knew this and felt terrible. However, he believed what he was doing was far more meaningful, so that was a reasonable excuse for him of telling himself it was still right somehow.

After school, Peter was hoping to avoid his friends for now, at least. His excuse for going to see Aunt May could easily be picked apart. They weren't stupid. The jig would be up soon without playing carefully.

Nevertheless, before Peter could leave to go home, he was confronted by Harry and Gwen.

"Is now a good time to talk Peter?" Gwen asked him.

"I guess. You know I'm still grounded, right?"

"What were you thinking, man?" Harry asked.

"Okay. I planned on going to Aunt May. Thankfully she picked up when I called her, so that was fine. I don't know something just happened in my mind, and I just had to go down there to help people."

"That's insane. Why would you do that?" Harry said.

"Agreed." Gwen began saying. That comes with the but of the century, though. You could have died. It was Hydra. You know the group that's the most dangerous group in the whole world. Super Heroes were down there. I bet my dad with there as well." She pulled him away. "Peter. You've been acting strangely since, you know. Harry can't see it. Maybe does not want to. I don't have a clue."

"Gwen. Thank you for being so worried about me. You're right I've been acting differently. I want to be better. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to talk with May, and maybe it'll help."

Peter went home after saying bye to Harry and Gwen. He took the bus though it would take much longer than taking the Spider-Man rout. Espassely considering all the craziness that happened earlier in the day, making delays certain.

Peter did not mind the wait. It was a long day, and he knew talking with Aunt May would not be enjoyable.

As expected, it took a while to get back home. Not as long as though still took longer than usual.

Aunt May had called while Peter was on the bus to check if he was okay. The day she would not be worried about Peter would be the day the world implodes in on its self. She always put his needs before anything in her life.

Peter walked in the door of his home. Aunt May immediately ran to him and gave him a humungous hug.

"Oh my god. Peter, are you okay? Did anything of that crap get near you?"

"Well. I did something stupid."

"What? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I went down there. I wanted to help people."

"Why would you do such a thing? You could have-"

"I know. Gwen and Harry said the same thing. I just wanted to do something useful with my life. Make Uncle Ben proud of me."

"I know he is."

"If, if I had done been better. I know he would still be alive. It's my fault he died."

"No, it's not. The only person responsible is the man who shot him. You weren't there."

Peter never told her he was there at his final moments, and he had a chance to stop the guy. That would have to be a different time to talk about that.

Peter said nothing while looking away.

"Peter, every day you are alive, you make the world a better place to live in. Every day you never thing about yourself for a second. You aways are putting other's needs before your own. You need to take care of yourself as well. I love you more than anything in this world. Losing Uncle Ben was devasting I'll never forget him. If I lost you, I couldn't live anymore. You keep me going. You make my every day better, and god knows how many people without even realizing it. You do more than enough."

They embraced one another for a few minutes.

"I promise I'll be more careful," Peter said, knowing full well it was a lie.

Later on, during the night, Peter had been listening to the police coms. He usually did this for a few times a day and night when he was bored. Today though, Peter had been monitoring it for hours. He had a bad feeling, and it was right. He heard about the imposter at it again going on a crime spree. It felt like a trap, but still, this guy had to be taken down once and for all.

Peter rushed to the last place the imposter was seen. Luckily he was still there. It still felt wrong. Totally was a trap.

"Hello! Aren't you handsome? You remind me of someone. Can't put my finger on it."

"We were waiting for." The imposter said.

"Who are you?"

"Well, the jigs up. I'm The Chameleon. And you Spider-Man are dead."

A van sped towards Spider-Man. He quickly moved out of the way by jumping over it. The van halted, and The Enforces got out.

"The police department has gotten close to discovering that I pretended to be you, so plan b is the way it shall be."

Peter tried webbing up the Chameleon, but he moved out the way.

"I studied you. I know your tricks." The Chameleon said as The Enforces attacked Spider-Man.

Oh boy. Peter thought while trying to keep a distance from his enemies. While Peter battled with the Enforcers, The Chameleon slipped away.

No, you don't. Peter thought. He chased after him with his foes in pursuit of him.

The Chameleon had a gateway bike ready to go. Spider-Man webbed the tires.

"You're not getting away that easily!" He said, confronting him in an alleyway.

"That was not the plan," he replied. Peter's head started to lose it. Then he saw snipers all around him. "This was the plan. Couldn't have you running off." Chameleon finished saying still wearing a suit precisely like Peter's back away with four more goons behind him, leading him away and more coming with a large man masked in shadow. It was Wilson Fisk.

"Spider-Man, I presume," Peter said nothing. "Don't fret this is not your funeral. I've come to give you three opportunities."

"Which are?" Peter finally said.

"One. The preferred option. Look the other way once in a while. Maybe even help my people. You'll be compensated handsomely. I could use someone with your set of skills. Never have any money problems, all in bills, untrackable."

"Option 2?"

"Less preferred. Hang up your pyjamas, forever. Never interfere with any of my business again, or you will die. Which nicely brings us to option three. Continue down your futile path of trying to stop my operations and die. It would be a waste of your life. Don't be ridiculous. I know how children of your age can be. My son's not too much older then you, I'm sure. He learned fast how the world works, how to succeed. Got it from his mother. I digress. You have 48 hours to decide. Come to my tower when you're ready to make your choice. Or don't I'll assume the worst for our future relations."

"Can I say option three now and take my chances?"

Fisk did not find Peter humorous. "Take your time, boy. Be smart and make the correct decision. You have 36 hours now." Fisk and his people all left within a minute. Peter was left in the alleyway more determined than ever to win.

While Wilson Fisk was leaving his encounter with Spider-Man, The Enforcers questioned his actions.

"That kid has caused us problems, boss. We just had and let him go why?" Fancy, Dan asked.

"As said before, we're not in the business of murdering children."

"Well, boss-"

Montana cut him off before he could continue. "Dan! jeez, I know you don't like kids, but come on, that's a bit overkill."

"Yeah!" Ox said in agree meant.

"Listen, I'm just saying I don't know why we'd want such a disrespectful kid on our side to fight against Silvermane."

"He showed some use. Silvermane's going to be turning up the heat on us." Fisk replied.

"You don't think we can handle his guys?" Montana said.

"You three could use assistance. Essepecily, if Spider-Man continues to interfere. Project Scorpion could not go as hoped after all. These dam mad scientists are unreliable and are conadite could prove to be problematic."

"I could take out Spider-Man with bare hands," Ox said.

"Sure, Ox." Fancy Dan said sarcastically.

Montana laughed while Ox was unaware of what was funny and was left with a bewildered face.

After Peter had gone home, he had trouble sleeping. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but that money offer was tempting. Aunt May would never say so, but the bills had to be piling up. A couple of wrong deeds could help fix everything. Of course, if she or Uncle Ben knew they wouldn't be pleased. He was taught better than that. The decision was clear.

Peter woke up the next day, exhausted. Thankfully he could blame the craziness from yesterday. Surely everyone would be exhausted.

The way to school was more relaxed than usual. Fewer people were going out that day. Couldn't blame them for wanting to stay home. It would've been nice if it was a day off for schools.

While on the bus, Peter reluctantly checked out what the Daily Bugle was saying. Persifficly J Jonah Jamason. He thought there no way he could possibly be still mad at Spider-Man after yesterday. Of course, he was. He blamed Spider-Man for everything that happened and added to the bogus claims already against him. Also, claiming his presence could have made it more difficult for first responders. Despite the fact, the evidence against Spider-Man was getting slimmer with every day. JJJ persisted with his claims. It was annoying, and Peter wished he could do something to change his mind about his actions. Can't please everyone.

The school was a lot more sombre. Most people were not present, as Peter thought would happen. The day before was an excellent way to get out of school, after all. Peter didn't mind his classes, it was his fellow students that were the problem, so less was positive.

As usual, Peter was greeted by Gwen and Harry when getting inside. He explained that he talked to Aunt May, and he truly was going to be a better friend.

"I'm surprised you came today," Harry said sarcastically. "Bet you tried to conceive May to let you stay home. Tried with dad. Didn't work."

"Same," Gwen replied.

"No, unlike you two, I enjoy school for the most part."

"It's hard to tell that Peter," Gwen said.

"Well, I'm a changed man," Peter said.

"How so? Are we going to hang out again?" Harry asked.

"Changed might be stretch. But I promise we'll hang more, all three of us as long as there's no funny business with you two."

"Nothing's happened. Nothing will happen for a long time." Gwen said.

"Depabile," Harry said, getting an unhappy look from Gwen. "So anyway I wanted to wait until you both were here till I told what happened with dad last night. Okay, I swear he's been replaced by a shapeshifter. He's been busier than ever lately don't know why, of course, nothing new. When I got home yesterday, he was concerned about my safety and offered to go out to dinner the two of us after the threat blows over. Heck, he even apologized for his busy schedule. It was insane."

"That's great, Harry!" Gwen said happily.

"It's about time he remembered you," Peter replied.

"Speaking of yesterday's blowback," Gwen began saying. "My parents were utterly freaked out. They both got home late cause of how much trouble people were in distress. Dad on the streets and mom in the hospital, I was alone with my brother for a few hours. It sucked. Anyway, they're both fine. Today dad and a whole bunch of other cops have asked the public to help out."

"That's great of them to do that."

"Surprised you didn't go, hero boy. Flash did, which is nuts!" Harry said.

"Me? I'm not a hero. I just had a lab's in judgement, that's all it was. No more crazy actions like that." Peter said, lying to his friends as he realized Peter Parker should be a cowered. Who'd suspect a cowered of being a superhero? Especially one who always seemed to be letting people down.

"That's probably best, Pete. If Flash scares you, what would real trouble do."

"Thanks, Harry. Really helping my self-confidence."

"Don't worry, Pete. I've got enough confidence for the both of us."

"Harry? Are you sure about that?" Gwen said, smirking at him.

"Let's get to class," Harry said, walking away, ignoring the remark. Peter and Gwen followed him. They chuckled behind him silently.

Hello everyone hope you're all still enjoying.

The next chapter will be different from all the rest so far for one reason that will be apparent from the first few sentences. I optimistic that it will be an interesting next chapter, and I look forward to writing it and more different chapter such as it in the future.

Also, I apologies for forgetting italic for the inner thoughts. I blame my laziness and Grammarly not having that feature until recently. I don't know if anyone noticed or cared lol. It just feels like I'm writing to myself lol.