Chapter 1.
Dia duit! Finally decided to give this a go, constructive criticism is very much so apprecaited. Friendly warning that this story will be rated M for a dang good reason (Including potential Lemons way later in the story) and that chapters will likely take a while to produce but rest assured that I have one singular goal for this story that will hopefully come to fruition even if some chapters don't.
OH! Forgot to mention something important, this story might be structured "weird" for a number of reasons, such as the fact that i don't have word and have no idea how this will appear once put up which i will try to fix.
More importantly however is the story structure, if i do even put this up i might have it switch from character view points up until a certain point in the story? So for example lets say the first massive block of chapters might primarily follow everything from Peter's perspective up until this point. After this we'd switch to say primarily Gwen or MJ'S perspective from the beginning until that point, then join the two together into one flowing perspective onward? With the occassional brief switch to someone else like Eddie.
Very important note btw, please take into account Peter is still developing mentally and emotionally, we can't expect him to remain the same throughout the story. It would just get stagnant then, so please be aware that yes Peter will have to grow as a person throughout the story just like a normal person would.
Sorry for all the monologuing, still very new to this.
Hoping to get into the rythem of atleast one 5k chapter a month or so but we shall see what happens!
Anywho, enough of the rambing and I hope you all enjoy!
"Spectacular" = Speech
'Spectacular' = Thoughts
"What is a 'Hero' though?" = Speach with a quote
*BANG* = Important Noise?
-Flashback/Scene- = Flashback or scene setting
"I love you" = Written words
{4:00am} = Important Time/ Date
Disclaimer: Spider-man, Marvel and related IP belong to their respective owners. The author of this story owns jack-shit and holds no fantasy that they ever will.
_You know, many people believe in "The luck of the Irish", a promise of good fortune and something to dream about in times of termoil.
Yet, this common misconception belies a darker reality, as instead of referring to "good" fortune it instead refers to "bad" fortune due to the many travesty's to befall them. They've been forgotten, starved and killed for centuries as many ignored their pain, whilst the few who tried to help were left powerless to intervene with their suffering.
Despite all this though, one could argue that there is one type of luck which is even worse than theirs. This luck my friends, is Parker luck.
1 month since the end of Season 2.
Anyone who has spent time in NYC for over year can attest that after awhile, there are certain things that simply become commonplace. Be it the constant noise of traffic leaving seldom peace for one's thoughts, the torrential rain that hammers down at such a pace some believe it's attempting to wash away the sins of the city or even the high-rise buildings, towers casting everything below in their shadow whilst blocking the stars with their polluting light.
For decades however, many residents in their desperate search for anything positive in life all sought solace in one thing, the moon. Something which hung above the mortal realm, shinning such a pure white light it was as if it was uncorruptable despite the towers attempts and a beacon of hope to those who loved it, always there to help drag people back from the abyss, away from the torment.
So why was it that to one particular individual, it seemed to only be getting duller?
_The dull honk of car horns flooded the late Sunday Manhatten air as people rushed about trying to get home for dinner, to a date with a loved one or even to the bar to hang out with friends admist the rapdidly darkening skies.
These days dark grey skies were soon replaced by an even darker night, one filled with an icy rain and hauntingly absent of a single ray of the moons light.
Peter would swear that this night is no different from any other this past month, dark and lonely, as he swung throughout the upper-east side of NYC doing his regular nightly patrol.
'Regular now atleast, better to be out doing something good rather than sitting at home staring a quiet phone, lamenting just how impressive it is that i've ruined my life not just once, not twice, but thrice before i'm even 18!' Peter ranted to himself as he sailed over the loitering pedestrians below.
"Take a hike you murderer!"
"Join your fellow freaks in prison!"
"We don't need you anymore!"
'First, i loose my brother in all but blood to a pile of goop that's seen Alien one too many times, the girl I love is guilted into being with someone else and then because I wasn't suffering enough, my arch-nemesis HAD to not only be Harry's freaking dad off all people, but also a murderous lunatic!'
Peter stopped his increasingly angrier rant for a moment to web up a daring purse snatcher before resuming swinging, not exactly being in the mood to see what the woman he helped thought of him right now.
Despite all the good Peter had done as Spider-man in the past months, it paled in comparrison to the effect that his fight with Green Goblin had on his image. Not only was there countless amounts of property damage, but it'd ultimately ended with the explosive vanquishing of the Goblin himself, after their vicious fight wound up with Peter fearing for his life and Norman loosing his.
Of course the Bugle absolutely loved it, Jameson couldn't resist such a story and by 8am the next morning, BAM, "Spider-man, unrepentent murderer still at large!" dead centre on the front page.
The human mind can be a funny thing, it can forget the countless good things such as finding an extra 10 dollars in your jeans but you can bet that you'll never forget that time the bird crapped on you right before a date. Same principle applied.
"And now, people don't know what to think, am I a hero like some believed or am I so much worse than the menace i was portrayed as" Peter grumbled after swinging past a billboard depicting the blowhard Jameson offering a reward for his identity "Seems like the jury's still out on that one... although it ain't looking to be in my favour when they get back".
A loud *Briiinnnnnggggg* echoed through the night as a bunch of thugs dressed in black and faces masked in balaclavas ransacked a nearby jewelerry shop, grabbing every glistening object they could get their hands on.
"Hurry up boys! Who knows when the cops will get here, just grab everything you can and lets scram" One burly thug shouted through gritted teeth at the rest taking their time.
"Ah why bother Figgis? We'll be sorted after this heist and it ain't like the cops will be occupied with us if that group of idiots goes for that stache they were bragging about" Replied another from the back, nonchalant despite the act being committed.
"Do'se fucking idiots don't got no idea what're playing with, if anythin is gunna get the police an' webheaded psychopath on de'r ass, it's fucking with those damn ting's" Another thug grumbled, shoveling as many rings into a bag as he could.
"Hey if we're lucky maybe the cops will take the spider out for us eh?" The last thug exclaimed in a jolly tone. "Like we know the bastard can actually be hurt now, those pics Gaxton got of him bleeding everywhere gotta mean something right?"
"How da' we know da't was even 'is blood and not the Goblin's? Webhead ain't exactly as friendly as he tink's" Whispered the thug, moving from the rings onto necklaces.
"Sanchez, all I know is that a human arm is NOT supposed to bend that way and that to even do that to him, it took the freaking Goblin" Figgis said in response to the jolly one. "And yeah, i'd love the Spider to take a dirt nap, but unlike you and most of this city, I don't fancy trying only for him to snap like he did to the Goblin so HURRY THE FUCK UP!"
"Why boys, all this for me? You shouldn't have! Don't you know the ring's only suppossed to be about 3 months salary? Chirped one cheeky arachnid hanging upside down infront of the stores now broken window.
*Bang, Bang, Bang* "Geez didn't anyone every teach you lot never to play with fireworks?" Spider-man quipped as he dropped to the ground, backflipping to avoid the bullets as they sailed under him.
This only served to enrage two of the thugs who happily resumed their attempt at a Spider skinned rug as Spider-man dodged the bullets before attaching a web above the broken window, yanking himself inside and into a kick against the now unconcious nonchalant thug.
"Or anything else that goes boom?" This remark didn't get the amused response Spider-man was hoping for, instead having to dodge a pair of unfired guns being thrown at him.
"Fuck this, I ain't dying tonight" Figgis whispered, kneeling on the ground and rasing his hands up after throwing his gun towards the arachnid.
"Too right, man, i like bein' able ta' walk around" Added another thug, dropping to his knee's, hands empty of the bag know sprawled infront of him pouring out rings and the gun he'd thrown.
*Bang, bang, bang, bang* "You fucking cowards!" Roared Sanchez, furious at both his accomplices and the hero infront of him. "How can you-" He attempted to continue only to find himself stuck against the stores wall, gun nowhere to seen and a strangely silent Spider-man lowering his arms before turning to the thugs who gave up.
"Wait, wait, wait we're not a threat!" Figgis yelled, only to find himself and the other thug stuck together with enough webbing to stop a car.
*Weoooo, weeeoooo, weeeooooo* The silence in the now destroyed store was broken only by the approaching sirens and splat of the unconcious thug being stuck to the ground, courtesy of Spider-man's webs as he swung himself out of the window and away from the now shouting cops who'd pulled up.
"Halt!"
"You're under arrest!"
With a particularly fast couple of swings and leaps, Peter soon found himself away from the store and instead sitting on an outcropping of the Chrissler building as he looked out at the city below him.
'Great job Parker, like always you just had to say the wrong thing again didn't you?' Criticised Peter, smacking himself upside the head. Ever since the Goblin, tonights routine had become somewhat common, with some thugs feeling emboldend to kill him now that they know he can be hurt, others scared shitless that he'll rip their head off and the cops out for his.
"Is it too much to ask for a happy life?" Peter asked the dark night above him, desperately hoping for an answer to echo out past the heavy rain, for that magical light at the end of the tunnel which was his life.
Looking back on this night, Peter couldn't help but always wonder the answer to one mystery he could never quite solve. Had he really had seen a glimpse of the moon at that moment, ...or had he simply imagined it in his desperation.
*Bring, Bring, Bri- Click* A hand slowly found itself being dragged off the destroyer of many mornings and back into the coccoon of blankets .
"Peter, it's 7am already, don't make me drag you out of bed again" A caring voice shouted throughout a quant suburban home.
"I'm on it Aunt May" An exhausted voice replied as the coccoon was shed, revealing one Peter Parker to a dreary wet April morning as he began his morning routine, ending it with a quick look in the mirror. "Atleast i remembered to wash this top" he remarked, pulling his blue shirt on in order to complete his iconic, to Mid-town 3 atleast, outfit and pulling gently at his eyes, dismissing the small bags beginning to form.
"Here you go Peter, I hope you enjoy it, don't forget to always stay aware of your surroundings now you hear?" Aunt May smiled gently with worry briefly clouding her eyes, catching him before he walked out the front door and handing him a lunch in the usual brown paper bag.
"Thanks Aunt May and I know, don't worry last month was just a fluke, nobody's gonna get the drop on this beast again" Peter replied cheerily as he flexed his biceps for comical effect and made a fool of himself, drawing a giggle from his beloved Aunt. 'This is the least i can do Aunt May, I don't ever want to see that look in your eyes again'.
-Flashback to the night of the Gobblin's end-
You'd think that most people would be asleep at 2am on a Thursday night, and normally that would be correct. Too bad normal wasn't exactly a word to describe Peter Parker anymore.
Should any of the few denizens still awake in this quiet suburb happen to look out their windows, they might've seen something that'd no doubt traumatize them for months to come. After all it wasn't everyday you saw someone in half a Spider-man costume try landing on the sidewalk only to be sent tumbling along the concrete.
"AHH-MMMMMMMM" It was a testament to Peter's pain tolerance that he'd managed to silence his scream long enough to bite his cheek and muffle it. Whilst the extra blood pouring out his mouth now was no fun, he doubted it'd make any difference to his appearance.
"C-come on Peter, y-you can do this, nearly t-there" A shaky voice whispered to himself, dragging himself to his feet and slowly limping down the dark deserted street towards home,safety.
Sadly his previous statement would be proven correct as with every street lamp passed under, it was increasingly clear that any blue left on said Spider-man outfit was really just a darker blood red, almost as if the colour was trying to consume him.
'Lets see, one sprained if not broken leg, a ridiculously dislocated arm, a dozen cuts, damaged eardrums, internal bleeding most likely, torn gums, busted lip, countless bruises, one hell of a concussion if this blurriness means anything, oh and a traumatised friend, Yeah that's the Parker luck alright' Peter tallied in his head, hoping to distract from the pain as he finally reached home, trudging to below his window.
'Here goes nothing' Peter thought, praying that something he saw in a movie would actually work as he leaned his dislocated arm against the side of the house, quickly shifting and slamming it back into place with another muffled scream. Atleast something went right tonight.
Carefully and painfully pulling his costume off, Peter changed into the spare clothes from a bag he'd stashed in the bushes below after getting locked out in his costume one evening.
"Hisss- better add a cracked rib or two to that list" Peter hissed in pain, pulling his top down slowly before stashing the now ruined Spidey suit into the empty bag and bushes, oblivious to everything around him bar the pain echoing across his body.
'Wonder how i'm gonna explain this to Aunt May tomorrow, not even Spidey healing can hide all of this' Peter wondered to himself as he slowly unlocked the front door and stepping inside, only realising now that the TV was still on.
"This just in, it appears that we have confirmation that the brutal battle tonight, between Spiderman and the Green Goblin has finally ende-" Droned the newscaster Peter could never remeber the name of, only to be distracted by footsteps storming from the kitchen and the voice accompanying them.
"Peter Benjamen Parker! Where in the world have you been! Do you have any idea how worried i've been, I was just picking up the phone to ring Gwen's father and have you reported miss-PETER!" Aunt May screamed as she finally turned the corner and layed horrified eyes on the battered boy leaning against the doorframe, sprinting to him and holding him gently.
"H-hey Aunt May, trust me it's not half as bad as it looks, just a few-" Peter tried to explain, desperately hoping to save her the heartache of seeing him hurt.
"What happened Peter?" Aunt May crooked out between her sobs, mind flashing back to when she lost the love of her life on a night so similar.
"I got mugged" Peter said, voice cracking in sorrow as he collapsed into her loving arms, the night finally beginning to catch up on the young superhero who had already lost so much.
-Flashback ends-
'I woud've been toast if my Spidey healing and pain tolerance hadn't helped hide the extent of those injuries, far as anyone else knows I only had a busted lip, some cuts, bruises and a sprained leg.' Peter thought, relieved that his Aunt's doctor Bromwell had been his doctor and trusted him to mention where he was hurt.
'Atleast it gave me an excuse to not see Harry for awhile after though...' Peter had thanked whoever was watching out for him for that small mercy, even if he'd had to sit through a 30 minute interrogation from Gwen's dad trying to ID imaginary thugs.
'Gwen...she didn't even drop by to see how i was doing' He sullenly remembered, thoughts and actions differing completely in tone as he danced like a monkey to his Aunt's laughter. 'Guess i found out why at the funeral...'
'...But then why the card?'
Said afformentioned card had been left by Gwen's father after he'd interrogated and wished him well, the only card he'd actually kept and which now sat proudly on his nightstand.
He was still surprised that something so fragile had helped him through countless sleepless nights since, driving off his inner demons when it simply held one sentence.
"I love you Peter, and I will always be there for he who holds my heart, no matter what happens -Love, Gwen"
And although he'd likely never admit it, it had become his teddy for alot more nights than one.
"Oh, what's that smile for then young man, thinking about a certain someone?" Aunt May coyly asked, smirking all the way as Peter blushed and stammered a response.
"W-w-who knows"
"Mhmm" Aunt May responded, not believing him for a second when it came to this topic. "Anywho dear, you'd better hurry up before your late to school, who knows you might even see a special Mrs. Stacy"
"Aunt Mayyyyyy" Peter groaned embarrassed, his cheeks as red as a tomato whilst opening the front door.
"I love you Peter" Aunt May said warmly, taking a break from her teasing to relish the fact that he was still with her after that night.
"I love you too" Peter happily but quietly replied 'Leave it to Aunt May to cheer me up even when things are bleak, what would i do without her?' he thought upon heading out the door.
Why some people thought that getting up at 7am was fun is a mystery to Peter, especially when you had to leave the comforts of a warm safe bed, for the vicious prison that was high-school and currently covered in puddles due to the rain.
'Lucky me' Peter sighed amongst the packed bustle of students with umbrella's as he trudged, naked to the weather, towards the steps leading up to Mid-Town 3's front door in hopes of warming up at a radiator quickly before class.
This plan was abruptly derailed due to the hulking frame of one Kenny "King" Kong barging into the packed group of students, coincidently shoving him so he'd fall in the massive puddle by the school steps. Ultimately leaving him with three options: A) Fall into the puddle to keep up appearances, B) Jump up to stay dry but raise too many awkward questions, C) Push someone else in the pack into the water so he can take their place like Kenny took his. Yeah, obvious choice.
*Splash*
And there goes "Puny Parker" right into the soaked dirt like usual, some things never change.
The voracious laughter and finger pointing surrounding his locker certianly wasn't a change, although the absence of Flash pushing him into his locker was a surprising but pleasant one.
'He must be over with Sha Shan' Peter thought to himself as he tried to dry himself off with the towel he kept in his locker, a remanent of the last time his bullying had gotten particularly unbearable.
"HA, Ya' think da't was bad ya' prick, just you wait, da' gloves are off after wha' ya' did to Liz!" Whispered one Sally Avril as she strolled past alongside a smirking Rand, Glory, Kenny and a stone faced Liz Allan evidently having had their fill of his suffering for now.
Ah Liz, the sweet girl he led on and dated because he was terrified of his feelings for Gwen, only to dump her for said girl when she needed him.
'Yeah, certainly not my proudest moment' Peter sighed as returned the towel to his locker, no longer looking like he took a dive in Hudson river, only a dip "Either Sally's finally decided to make her move, or Liz finally let her off the leash..." He mumbled quietly to himself as he rested his head on the closed locker, already knowing the worst has yet to come.
Last time he'd tripped and accidently fell on Flash who'd been holding the first trophy that he'd helped score the winning touchdown in. It was suppossed to be a testament to Flash's skills and spirit, yet sitting in two pieces in the schools display case only showcased Peter's clumsiness.
The popular crowd had made it their mission to destroy Peter's spirit in retaliation, the fair tradeoff in their eyes, but atleast back then he still had Eddie watching his back or if it got too much he could always rely on...
"H-hey Peter, it's been awhile "
'Gwen...' "Gwen! H-hey, H-how are you?" Peter stammered as he shot up to look at the girl who was now on his right, seperated by only a locker. 'Incredible girl is more appropriate if you ask me' his mind supplied as he gazed at the stunning blonde who'd been scarce recently.
Said Blonde was wearing her usual school outfit following the disastrous, for him atleast, valentines date but hey, Spidey took out three of the biggest bads the city had ever seen that night! Silver linnings and all that.
"I'm fine, just thankful to be in out of the rain you know..." She trailed off shyly, slighty fidgeting with the textbook held close to her chest before squinting at him.
'God she's adorable, I've always been so scared of "The Look" that i didn't even see how gorgeous her eyes were' Peter thought , unable to tear his gaze away from her eyes, barely catching the flash of 'something' in said eyes 'huh?'.
"Peter, are you o-"
*Slam*
"Morning Babe" Interrupted the last member of Mid-Town 3's old "Geek squad", Harry Osborn, snaking one hand around the meek blondes waist whilst removing the other from the locker between his 'friends' in the process.
"I gotta say, you're looking especially sexy today in that outfit I bought you" Harry continued with a smug grin whilst his eyes roamed over her, seemingly oblivious to his supposed best friends presence and darkening eyes.
"H-h-harry, good morning" Gwen quietly replied as if guilty, before darting her head to the side and offering a quick "Thanks" whilst fidgiting with her top instead of her textbook. "Me and Peter were just-"
"Oh yeah, morning Petey" Harry again interrupted, shooting his friend a sharp glance. "So what were you two talking about eh?" He inquired towards the blonde and burnet, seemingly nonchalant.
"Nothing really, you got here right before we could say much" Peter responded in such a slightly dejected tone, only someone who payed constant attention to him for years would ever recognise it.
"Wonderful! I didn't miss out and you two won't have to catch me up th- *Brinnnnnggggg* well speaking of missing out, there's the bell! We'd better hurry to class lest we get detention" Said the now smiling Harry as he turned to head to class, arm still coiled around Gwens waist.
"Y-y-yeah... i'll talk to you later Peter" Gwen said, casting one fleeting glance over her shoulder towards the guy whose eyes seemed to both shine and dim as they met hers in that moment before turning to head for class.
'How long will we be waiting Gwen, how long until I can be with you?' Peter asked himself forlongly, mind lost in what could be as he watched the couple walk down the hall, Harry laughing at something innocuous whilst Gwen fiddled with something on her top.
'Harry was right about one thing though, she looks brilliant in that outfit... then again, she looked beautiful in her old clothes aswell, especially with those cute glasses and messy hair...' Peter sighed in the now empty hallway before taking one last glance at them as they entered the classroom, focusing on the blonde who held his heart.
'But what does Gwen prefer? Which Gwen... is the real Gwen?' Peter didn't know if he really wanted that answer.
"James Travers?"
"Here"
'Another day, another boring roll call' Peter thought to himself before shyly glancing to his right and the blonde touching up her notes who occupied the seat beside him.
'Atleast there's one upside to assigned seats and lab partners' He hid his smile as best he could but despite his best efforts, it was impossible to stop the smallest of soft smiles forming on his face as the teacher contined roll.
"Abigail Trewlaney?"
"Here"
"Mary-Jane Watson?"
Silence permeatted the classroom as most eyes turned to an empty seat in the front row, suspiciously absent of one noticeable redhead, only to be interrupted by one vindictive cheerleader.
"She texted me to say she'd be absent for the week sir, not feeling the best or something" Quiped Glory, the girl whose boyfriend had knocked Peter into the puddle earlier, answering the question many had about feisty redhead's whereabouts.
Granted, not everyone was paying attention to this exchange, some for example found themselves a bit preoccupied.
"-eter" Peter felt his heart beat increasing the longer he glanced at Gwen and the longer his eyes wandered, wondering what it'd be like to hold her hands? "Peter", How soft were her lips again? "Peter", dear god what about her brea- " !".
*Bang* "Ouch, y-yes sir?" A thoroughly embarassed Peter responded 'Last time i check Gwen out in class... that obviously', nursing a sore knee quickly staring dead straight where his teacher was currently glaring at him from and inadvertantly missing the looks being sent his way.
"I would appreciate it if you could keep your head out of dreamland for the duration of my class Peter, otherwise there will have to be consequences." The teacher sternly responded and despite the soft look in his eyes, Peter knew he'd have to be careful in the future "Yes sir".
"Great! Now, you're on friendly terms terms with correct?" Peter nodded dumbly, still trying to return to the land of the concious. "Would you mind taking her homework for the week please so that she doesn't suffer from her unfortunate absence?"
And there it is, despite the fact that he was scheduled to do a late patrol tonight, Peter just couldn't resist helping others, even to the detriment of himself "That'd be no issue sir".
"Wonderful, now class please turn to page 290 so that we may begin todays lesson on the skeletal system, we'll be focusing on the spine for the forseable future" And with that, Peter decided to join Gwen in note taking, completely oblivious to both the glares and look of concern being sent his way.
When people think of the consequences that being Spider-man must entail, one Peter highly doubts that people think of is the amount of meals he ends up having to eat alone. Staying out fighting crime till his curfew, and often past it, doesn't mesh well with making it home in time for dinner.
When taking this into account and the constant groggy rush out the door during the school week means that Peter spends more time eating cold food alone late at night than he would've liked anyone to know.
His usual reprieve from this had been during lunch at school, sitting beside Gwen and Harry surrounded by other people with the sun beating down on them. It might seem trivial to most, but to Peter it was a craved moment of normalcy that used to be one of the best moments of the day. Key word, "Used".
"I'm telling you guys, i don't get how the cops haven't arrested that freak yet like it's not as if the city needs him, all he does is hurt people then play it off as if he's some sort of superhero!" Ranted a sullen Harry, only stopping to take a bite of his burger before resuming after swallowing.
Peter thought that he'd be happy once they'd come back to school after their 3 weeks absence, the two having taken classes online whilst Harry tried to come to terms with everything and Gwen trying to help. Maybe he'd been a tad too optimistic.
"Hopefully someone finally gets a shot in at him and he winds up in the ground somewhere, forgotten and alone, wouldn't it be poetic?" Harry's eyes finally brightening. "what do you gu- Huh, everything alright babe?"
"Y-yeah just hard to imagine that Spider-man would be that type of person, you know? He never seemed that way to me when i met him..." Gwen quietly trailed off across the table from Peter and beside Harry as she focused on poking her fries repeatedly.
"Of course he didn't, bastard was playing the long con, getting everyone to lower their guard before he finally revealed his true colours" Harry growled in anger before lifting his head to glare at Peter.
"I don't know how you put up with being around him so often, as if you're somehow friends, don't know if i'd be able to live with myself being associated with that murderer"
"Harry! ...You know he's just trying to help his Aunt and that he got hurt" Gwen weakly rebuffed, loosing the inital fire to her voice as her and Harry began to quietly argue.
Seing them argue might've brought Peter some hope had he realised what was going on, did it make him a bad person to want to be with the girl who loved him back? He didn't know. He didn't know much of anything right now, Harry's words playing themself in a horrifying loop that dragged him further into his mind and the terror of that fateful night against the Goblin.
Were anyone to look at him right now they'd have seen a blank stare, reminiscent of the one's on their grandparents faces when they relived a war, staring down at the lunch table as if hoping it'd enter that nightmare with him so he wouldn't be alone.
"What choice do i have?" Peter robotically whispered as he got up, walking away from two sets of eyes that held such differing extremes of emotion within as he headed back into the school, wondering to himself exactly what choice he was referring to.
...Why did lunch suddenly feel even lonlier than eating at night?
The rest of the day had gone by in the blink of an eye and before Peter knew it he was zipping accross the night skies of Manhatten searching for anyone to help as their friendly neighbourhood Spider-man!
One college student happened to glance up at the right time to watch him do a sumersault mid-air before he continued past to sweep the ESU campus quickly.
"This place has had way to many super-power related incidents... is it possible for places to be cursed? Wait, do curses and magic exist?!" Peter asked himself, beginning to wonder how much of world he really knows about after everything he's seen in under a year.
That thought would have to be put on hold however as he came into view of the Connor's old lab, and the place he and Gwen would finally be returning to as interns after a month of investigations.
Turns out, the police aren't too happy when a company that owns a ton of businesses has their CEO start bombing everything in sight, gee shocker i know! Well, not that Shocker. You get the point.
"I cannot wait for next week, we'll finally get a chance to talk without Harry butting in every two seconds! I can ask her if she has any idea when she'll break-up with Harry, we can catch up and, and...i just can't wait to spend some time with her" Peter mumbled in a tone ranging from so excited the energiser bunny would be impressed to a simple, but deep melancholy, filled wth longing.
Seeing nothing, Peter decided to continue his patrol throughout the dark night illuminated by the single sliver of moonlight that managed to escape this night.
'Ugh i'm such a scumbag, i shouldn't be rooting for Gwen to dump Harry just so she can get together with me even if we planned it before everything' Peter sighed, torn on what to do. 'I just can't help it that I love her...and she did say she loved me too! So, it wouldn't be right to date Harry only cause his dad died or the green, it'd only hurt everyone right?'
Sadly, this seeming miracle wouldn't last long as the dark clouds quickly moved themself in front of said sliver, once again bathing Manhatten in a moonless night.
"I know he's going through a rough time right now, i was devestated after Uncle Ben passed but... it's different, and i know this is horrible, but Norman wasn't a good man even before the Goblin." Peter paused his rambling to shoot a quick web onto another billboard Jameson's face before continuing on his patrol.
"How can Harry blame the green and ignore everything Norman did to people, what he was going to do to Spider-man, to me..."
Landing on a the edge of a roof and dangling his legs off it to take a quick break, Peter can't help but wonder 'Is all his rage justified? Am I really that evil? Should I let him have Gwen...Should I have let Gobby kill me?' Quickly shaking his head to clear those thoughts away and instead focus on the increasingly loud sirens off in the distance.
"I can't help but ask who he hates more sometimes, Spider-man or Peter Parker?" He questioned the night morosely upon thinking back to school earlier, particularly lunch, standing up to start heading towards the sirens.
"And what lengths he'd go to, should that hate keep building."
*BWWOOOOOOOOMMMM, AHHHHAHAHAH*
"No..." And so it was with an ashen face and shaking hands that a terrified Spider-man turned around in horror, the familiar putrid green cloud raising above an apartment nearby invoking absolute terror in the young arachnid.
Despite what many people and even Spider-man himself believed, the sight of Spider-man swinging full speed towards that notorious explosion still eased the hearts of many citizens that night, even if they'd only announce it in the depths of their soul.