Hello True Believers to Episode 2! For those who've read the first episode, thanks for the support. I hope you enjoy Episode 2. Note: You may be too familiar with this opening scene. Also, just for context, when dialogue is italicized, that means someone is singing.

Warning: The content for the following program contains coarse language, blood, and graphic violence. Viewer discretion is advised.

Great Responsibility

Parker House

Peter's eyes opened after a night of thrashing in bed. He gets up, his eyes still groggy, and reaches for his glasses on his bedside table. Peter sits on his bed as he puts his glasses on.

"What a night," Peter sighs as he walks to the mirror. However, there's one small problem Peter was having. When Peter put on his glasses, everything was blurry. But when he took his glasses off, everything was crisp clear. He puts his glasses one and off for a few times which lead to one conclusion, he had developed 20/20 vision overnight.

"Weird," Peter commented, as he then noticed number 2 of strange. He had gained muscle mass, not to bulky, but his muscles were defined. "No way."

Peter rubs his eyes in case he was hallucinating. But this was no hallucination.

"Is this... a dream?" Peter asks, as he pinches himself, in which he yells in pain, confirming his suspicions. "Okay, definitely not a dream."

Peter's discovery got him smiling.

"I can't wait to see Flash's face when he sees the tables have turned," Peter smiles to himself.

As Uncle Ben was drinking his coffee, Peter came running down the stairs, startling Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

"My goodness, Peter!" May exclaimed.

"Hey kiddo. I thought you were sick," Ben smiled at his nephew.

"I got a better. Just needed some sleep, that's all," Peter told his uncle as he began to leave, but not before he grabbed some toast and a water bottle.

"You're going to school just eating a piece of toast for breakfast?" May asked.

"I want to be at the bus stop earlier," Peter told his aunt.

"Make sure you eat a big lunch to help with that lack of appetite," Uncle Ben advised Peter.

"Sure thing! See you after school," Peter says goodbye to his aunt and uncle as he left the house.

"I forgot to bring up the fact that he wasn't wearing his glasses. Did he just get contacts?" May asked Ben.

"I don't know. But he sure could see both of us," Ben smiled at May.

Bus Stop

Gwen was waiting at the bus stop all by herself. She looks at the watch to see what time it was.

"Hey Gwen," Peter greets his friend as he walked towards her and stood by her to wait for the bus.

"Peter! Are you alright?" Gwen asked, worried.

"Yeah, I'm much better. How are you?" Peter asked, concerned as his friend.

"I'm not feel nauseous like I was yesterday. But you were really out of..." Gwen says, before noticing something off about Peter. "Wait, where are your glasses?"

"Oh, I just woke up and I could see clearly," Peter told Gwen.

"Really?" Gwen smiled, as she pointed at the stop sign, which was at a far distance. "What does that sign say."

"Oh, stop," Peter pointed out, confirming his recently gained 20/20 vision.

"You can see!" Gwen exclaimed.

"You really don't have to make a big deal out of it," Peter pointed out.

"Sorry," Gwen apologized. "I just never in my life have heard of someone literally have their vision cleared overnight."

The bus then pulled up and the doors open, having Peter and Gwen get on board.

"I really hope you didn't take any dangerous stuff to fix your eyesight because that stuff..." Gwen told Peter, anxious.

"Sit down, kid!" Luciana shouted at Gwen.

"Yes, ma'am," Gwen obliged as she and Peter sat in the back of the bus.

Midtown High School

It was art class and the one teaching it was Mr. Nicolato. Up close he looked like a drunk who just got a divorced, with his stubbled beard. His hair was black with grays and slicked back, and he was wearing a dark green polo shirt and tan kakis.

"Okay, children. As you can see this is the artwork that my 15-year-old daughter did. And it's shit. And this is the artwork that Mr. Thompson did. And its shit," Mr. Nicolato compares the two drawings to the class. "Now what makes Flash's drawing worse is that he was too busy imagining jerking off to Liz rather than draw a damn picture!"

Most of the class just stood silent and blinked.

"Okay, moving on. We're going to be talking about Season 4 of Stranger Things," Mr. Nicolato continued. As Gwen was watching the class, she noticed that Peter's hands were shaking.

"Peter, is everything alright?" Gwen asked, as Peter turns to Gwen and tries to stop shaking his hands.

"I-I'm fine," Peter reassured Gwen.

"It doesn't look like it. Maybe you should go to the nurse, and she might see if you've been bitten by the spider or not," Gwen suggested.

"Thank you, Gwen, but I'm fine," Peter declines her offer.

"Please, I can't focus until your hands stop shaking!" Gwen quietly exclaims.

"Gwen! Is there a problem?" Mr. Nicolato called out on Gwen.

"Peter looks agitated, so can he please go to the nurse so she can check if he's alright?" Gwen asked.

"Okay, how does he look agitated?" Mr. Nicolato asked.

"Well, his hands are shaking uncontrollably," Gwen told Mr. Nicolato, who pauses for a moment.

"Well, that shit happens, no need to be a pussy about it," Mr. Nicolato responded.

"What?" Gwen said in confusion.

"Moving on, let's talk about the relevance of Dungeons and Dragons in the first episode of the series," Mr. Nicolato continued.

Lunchroom

Kids were talking in the loud lunchroom and Peter, Gwen, and Harry, were waiting in line for their lunch.

"Gwen, I'm telling you for the last time, I'm fine," Peter told Gwen.

"I want to believe that, but I just got a bad feeling," Gwen said.

"Word of advice don't express your worry in Mr. Nicolato's class," Harry suggested, as it was the three's turn to get their lunch.

"Hello there, children!" Chef greeted.

"Hey Chef," The three greeted Chef back.

"How's it going?" Chef asked.

"Bad," Peter told Chef.

"Why bad?" Chef asked.

"Chef, has something strange happened to you, but you just can't explain it?" Peter asked.

"Oh, children, children. That's a problem that we all have to face in some way or another. Here. Let me sing you a song. It might clear things up," Chef offered as soul music started playing in the background.

"I'm gonna make love to you woman, gonna lay you down by the fire! And caress your womanly body, make you moan and perspire!"

"Uh, Chef," Peter spoke up.

"We're gonna get these juices flowing…"

"Chef," Peter spoke up again.

"We're making love baby…"

"Chef!" Peter exclaimed.

"Love baby, love, love, love, love, love love baby!"

"CHEF!" Peter shouted from on top of his lungs.

"Love, huh?" Chef stopped singing his song and there was silence for a moment. "Feeling better?"

"No!" Peter responded.

"Oh, come on children what could be so bad?" Chef asks.

"Peter just gained 20/20 vision when he woke up this morning!" Gwen exclaimed.

"I told you not to make it a big deal!" Peter told Gwen.

"Well, I was going to bring that up. Are you sure you just didn't get contacts?" Chef asks.

"I think I would know if I got contacts, Chef. God!" Peter responded, as he left with his lunch in frustration.

"Oh. Oh," Gwen sighs to herself.

Gymnasium

"Okay, since I've got nothing else for us to do, we're going to do basketball again, so everyone line up!" Coach Boulanger bellowed to the class, passing a basketball to Jason. "Ionello! You first!"

As Gwen is sitting on the bleachers Liz, Sally, and their friends come approaching her.

"You going to fail another basket again, Stacy?" Sally taunted.

"You know, thanks to you, I got laughed at by that asshole he calls a gym teacher because he chose you as a way to support my claim!" Liz told Gwen.

"Well, geez, Liz. I didn't mean for you to get laughed at. I-I was just doing what Mr. Boulanger told me. Also, I have a question. What is a tampon?" Gwen asks, in which Liz, Sally, and their friends just bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Gwen was confused by their reaction to her question. "What? What?! I don't understand. Why are you laughing?"

"Because that was funny!" Sally exclaimed, unable to contain her laughter.

"You sounded so cute when you said it!" Liz added, tears flowing from the laughter as Flash stepped in.

"What's going on, ladies?" Flash wondered, amused by this.

"Stacy! Tell Flash what you asked us!" Sally said to Gwen.

"Well, I just asked what a tampon was and…" Gwen explained, as Flash started laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, she's so fucking stupid!" Flash blurted out, which caught the attention of Peter and Harry. Hearing this Peter clenches his right fist.

"This ends today," Peter says to himself, as he goes to confront Flash, but Harry holds him back.

"Peter, stop. You'll be the same as them if you…" Harry tries to restrain Peter's anger.

"I'm not going to just let them laugh at Gwen," Peter says to Harry, pushing him away and walking to Peter.

"Hey Flash!" Peter called out, as Flash, Liz, Sally and company, turned to see Peter, and Flash started laughing even more.

"Oooh! Puny Parker to the rescue!" Flash mocked. "What are you going to do punch me? You're not even wearing glasses."

A basketball then bounced towards Peter and Flash. Peter picks it up and walks away, having Flash boo at him and turn back at Gwen.

"So much for your hero!" Flash said to Gwen, as a basketball was then thrown at the back of his head. Flash turns to see Peter, out of all people, being the one who threw it at him.

Harry facepalms and sighs, "Oh Christ, this is not going to go well."

School Courtyard

The students of Midtown were gathered to see how the fight between Peter and Flash was about to go down.

"God damn it, he's gonna to die," Harry, facepalming again, told Gwen.

"Kick his ass, man!" Kenny called out, as Flash got ready to fight.

"Come on, Parker! Let me see your hands! I said let me see your hands!" Flash shouted at Peter, before throwing a punch at Peter, who he dodges swiftly. Flash swings another one, Peter dodges it again. "What the hell?! How are you doing that?!"

Peter shrugs as Flash throws another punch. Peter watches Flash throw his punch in slow-motion, compared to what everyone else was seeing, dodging it.

"Huh?" Peter observed.

Back in real-time, everyone was shocked on how agile he was.

"Harry, if you don't like this, help him!" Gwen exclaimed at Harry.

Then, from behind, Kenny came charging at Peter, who then hear something ear-piercing, it was almost if it was a signal. Peter then does a backflip in the air, having Jason fail at his attack. Peter lands on his feet and raises his fist to fight them both, with the crowd shock. Even Gwen and Harry were surprised.

"I'm sorry, but which one?" Harry asks Gwen.

"He's all yours, man," Kenny says as a way of an apology.

"Move," Flash pushes Kenny as he charged and threw many punches at Peter, who dodged every one of them. Then, Peter started to fight back. Peter punches Flash's stomach and knees him in the jaw. Peter had never fought before, but it's like these mysterious instincts he's recently received were teaching him how to fight.

As the fight progresses, half the students were rooting for Peter and the other half were rooting for Flash. Gwen even gave Peter words of encouragement in the unexpected way possible, saying, "Fuck him up, Peter!"

As Flash as about to throw another punch, Peter catches Flash's right hand… and the bones break. Flash cries in pain as his hand was broken.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Flash cries as he held his right hand. "What the hell did you do, you son of a bitch!"

"I don't know what I did," Peter says, defensive, as Gwen and Harry run to him, with Chef soon arriving.

"What the hell is with all of this commotion?!" Chef asks, as he notices Flash holding his broken hand. "Oh my god. Somebody call the nurse!"

"Oh, my hand! My fucking hand! Ow, how did you do that?!" Flash shouts in pain.

"Pete…" Harry says in shock.

"How did you…?" Gwen started to ask.

"Man, I must've accidentally sipped on your energy drink or something!" Peter claims, as he runs away from the fight.

Alleyway

Peter runs into an alleyway in New York City to catch his breath. As he's catching his breath, he looks at his hands.

"How did I do that?" Peter asks himself in thought. The asks the question to himself a couple more times as he walked out of the alleyway, unaware that a car is coming towards him. Peter hears the ear-piercing sound again, covering his ears.

"What?! What is this?!" Peter asks himself in thought as he sees the car and Peter jumps away from the car.

"Idiot! Stay out of the street!" The driver shouted at Peter, who then sees Peter doing something strange and drives off, before saying to himself, "I gotta stop drinking."

Peter sighs in relief.

"Thank goodness. I almost got hit with that car and now I'm…" Peter takes a moment to look at his surroundings. He was back in the alleyway, but his feet weren't even touching the ground, nor was he on a ladder. Peter would be in surprise when he sees that he is sticking onto the wall. "What the hell?!"

Peter would lose his balance and he would fall onto the ground.

"Ow!" Peter exclaims, as he gets up and brushes the dirt off him. "First I can see clearly, then I got muscles, then I broke Flash's hand, then I hear this sound when that car came towards me, and I started to stick like a… like a…"

Then, it hit him. Peter looks at the spider bit on his right hand, still swollen. Peter then looks at his left hand, tiny barbs have emerged from his fingers. Peter looks up to the brick wall and places his right hand on the wall, and then his left. and then his right, and then his left. He then starts to realize that he was crawling up the wall like a spider. Peter looks down and his face is nothing but pure excitement.

"Woo-hoo!" Peter shouts.

Parker Home

Despite Peter being excited about his new powers, there's one small problem he had to deal with.

"Yes. Okay. I see. I understand. I got it. See you then," Uncle Ben said on the phone before he hung up.

"Well?" May sighed.

"The Thompson family said that we need to pay a $2500 hospital bill. If don't pay, the family is going to sue us," Ben told his family.

"What?!" Peter exclaimed in shock.

"Ben, what are we going to do?" May asked Ben, worried.

"Well, we have two options. One, let a lawyer bleed us dry on top of paying the bill or two, we can just pay for the bill," Ben gave out the options.

"But..." May says.

"May... He broke their son's hand. We're in a sink or swim situation," Ben told his wife, before turning to his nephew.

"Peter, what were you even thinking? We didn't raise you like this," Aunt May asks.

"What are you saying? It was self-defense..." Peter defended himself.

"You broke his hand!" Aunt May pointed out.

"What was I supposed to do? I have been bullied by those jerks since day 1 of high school! For once I had the audacity to defend myself! And what I get?! A lecture!" Peter bursts his emotions out.

"Peter, this is not what we've taught you," Ben told Peter, voice getting stern.

"Yeah, I know what you taught me... You taught me to be a spineless loser like you two!" Peter shouted as he ran upstairs to his room, leaving Uncle Ben and Aunt May in shock.

As Peter ran into his room he collapsed onto his bed, clenching his fists on his pillow. As Peter raises his thumb and pinky and pointer fingers, he hears a "thwip" sound.

Peter, intrigued by this, looks at his right hand and sees that a little web line has emerged from his right wrist. Peter turns the door, still open and he places his two fingers on his palm. Then, a web line came from Peter's right wrist and reached his bedroom's golden doorknob. Peter grabs the web line and pulls on it, which had the door close and slammed.

Peter is surprised when he sees that the spider had also gave him the ability to shoot webs from his wrists.

Meanwhile, Ben and May would be distraught after Peter's outburst.

"I can't believe that Peter talked to us like that," May says in tears.

"Growing pains. That's what it is, May. Growing pains. He's still a kid, May. He's had a tough week, and he came home and lashed out at us when, in reality, we were mad at the Thompsons," Ben soothes May's sadness.

"But still... do we have the money?" May asks.

"No. Not yet," Ben admitted.

"We could put it on one of our credit cards," May suggested.

Ben considered the option, "We could. But... we'll be maxed out."

The doorbell then rings and May gets up to get it.

"I'll get it," Ben tells May, as he walks to the door and opens it and sees that its Gwen Stacy. "Oh. Hello Gwen."

"Hi, Mister Parker," Gwen greeted.

"Please, just call me Ben," Ben insisted, smiled.

"Is Peter here?" Gwen asks.

"He's upstairs in his room. He just needs some time to himself to wind down that's all," Ben informed Gwen.

"I'm guessing you heard about that fight?" Gwen inquired and Ben nodded yes. "Can I be honest? It wasn't Peter's fault."

Ben raises his right eyebrow.

Gwen continues, "Peter didn't do it just to get back at Flash. He was protecting me, though I have been a bit of a nuisance to him today. I just worry about him, you know. He's my oldest friend and we've always looked out for each other even before Harry started to protect us. I just want..."

Gwen takes a deep breath before finishing, "...want to make sure he's okay and to tell him it's okay."

Ben smiles at Gwen. He had always admired her pure heart and care for others.

"He just needs to reset himself, that's all. Just give him the weekend, and he'll be back to himself on Monday," Ben reassured Gwen.

"You think so?" Gwen asks.

"I know so," Ben nods and Gwen smiled.

Back in his bedroom, Peter had overheard the conversation that happened between Uncle Ben and Aunt May, and later Ben and Gwen. Peter would hit himself on the head and facepalms.

"Stupid, stupid," Peter muttered to himself.

Peter opened a creak of his bedroom door to see Aunt May, worry on her face. Peter had determination on his face and goes to his computer to search for jobs. He was going to get that money for his aunt and uncle.

While looking through the job openings, an ad came up... and it was something Peter did not expected. The salesperson was wearing sleeveless shirt, blue jeans, and a dark blue hat turned to the back off him, with his physique being very muscular.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you! Do you need tons of money?! Wanna look like a badass?! Tired of the jocks getting all the chicks?! Are you tired of being anorexic?!" The salesman shouted.

"I think you mean looking," Peter corrected the salesman.

"Shut up!" The salesman shouted, catching Peter off-guard, eyes widen. "Before you say any bullshit, allow me to show you what you're looking for if you meet all of those requirements! Let me introduce you to the Universal Championship Wrestling!"

Peter was intrigued by this.

"All you have to do is be 21 or older to be able to sign your name of the Death Wish sheet! Once you've signed your life away, all you have to do is stay in the ring with wrestler Crusher Hogan for 3 minutes to get $3000, with the addition of becoming the Ultimate Champion! You only have until Saturday night to be able to sign up!" The salesman continued his over-the-top shouting. "And say the password with me! Beefcake!"

"Uh, beefcake?" Peter repeated, uncertain.

"Beefcake!" The salesman shouted.

"Beefcake!" Peter repeated.

"BEEFCAKE!" The salesman shouted from the top of his lungs.

"BEEFCAKE!" Peter repeated by shouting from the top of his lungs.

As the ad ended, a disclaimer appeared and said, "Warning: You may experience permanent bone shattering."

Peter then realizes how he can get the money, "Oh my god, that's it!"

Parker House (The next day)

Peter turns downstairs and prepares to leave the house.

"Where are you going?" Aunt May asked, knitting.

"Oh, I'm just going to the library I want to study for a test just to be one the safe side," Peter informed his aunt.

"Oh, wait, Peter. I'll drive you," Uncle Ben offered, getting up from his chair.

"Don't worry, I'll just take a bus," Peter reassured Uncle Ben.

"No, it's okay, I need the exercise anyways," Uncle Ben insisted as he got his jacket from the coat hanger.

"Hey. I have something to tell you two," Peter said. "I feel bad on what I said last night."

"Well, I should say so," Aunt May rebuked.

Uncle Ben turns to his wife, "May."

"I really don't think your losers. All I just wanted to say was I'm sorry," Peter apologized, head hanging down. Then Ben gives Peter a big hug. Peter looks up to see his uncle hugging him from behind.

"It's alright, Pete. It's alright," Ben comforted the boy he can call... his son.

By the Library

Uncle Ben's arrives at the library and pulls up near the sidewalk.

"Well, this is it. Thanks for the ride," Peter thanks his uncle.

"Just a minute. I want to talk first," Ben suggested.

"It's okay, we can talk later," Peter says.

"We can talk now," Uncle Ben assisted, stern.

Peter sighs, "What is it? Why now? I said I was sorry about the other night."

"Because I want to know what's going on. I mean, last night that wasn't you. And that fight yesterday with school…" Uncle Ben reminded Peter.

"I didn't mean to start that fight," Peter said to Uncle Ben, regret in his voice. "What was supposed to do at that moment? Just let them hurt Gwen?"

"No. That's not what the problem is… Look. You're changing. I know your father and I went through the exact same thing your age," Uncle Ben told his nephew.

"No, not exactly," Peter denies, hiding his newly discovered abilities.

"All I'm saying is that you're changing into the man you're going to be for the rest of your life. Just be careful who you change into. You know, your father, may God rest his soul. He had a philosophy that he held pretty strongly, and it served him pretty well. After he died, I hoped I can instill that you. He believed that if there were things in this world that you had to offer, things that you did well, better than anyone else… things that you could do that made people feel better about themselves… Well, he believed that it wasn't just a good idea to do those things… He believed it was your responsibility to do those things," Uncle Ben explained to Peter, reminding Peter of his late father. "Great things are going to happen in your life, Peter. And once you've been given the power to make your own choices, there will also come great responsibility. To shorten that last part, with great power, there must also come great responsibility."

"If my father said this to you once… If knew so much… how come he didn't tell me this himself before he died?!" Peter demanded.

Uncle Ben decides not to say anything but turns away from Peter.

"I'll, uh, I'll pick you up by 8," Uncle Ben told Peter, who got out of the car.

Wrestling Stadium

A wrestler elbow drops him opponent in the stomach, doubling to the pain he was already in. The trestling was entirely bald, with a black goatee on his chin. The obvious notable attribute to his appearance was him being muscular.

"One! Two!" The referee called out as the wrestling opponent got up.

"Next!" A woman called out by the sign-up sheet table. She was a slim African American girl around Peter's age, wearing a purple shirt and dark blue jeans. The girl laughed when she saw Peter's physique. "Sorry, only wrestlers only."

"No really, sign up me up," Peter urged and the girl sighs.

"Okay. Do you realize that you are signing your life away and that the UCW is not responsible for any injury you may and probably will sustain in said event and you are participating under your own free will?" The girl asks.

"Yes," Peter nods.

"Password?" The girl asks.

"Beefcake," Peter answers.

"Down the hall to the right. May God be with you," The girl prays, as Peter turns to high right to reach the event. "Next!"

Crusher Hogan throws the wrestling out of the ring and onto a table.

"Winner!" The ref lists up Hogan's right hand, announcing him as the bell rings.

"Have you had enough?! Are you ready for more?!" The ring announcer, who has black hair, sunglasses, a golden jacket, and black shoes and pants, asked through his microphone to the audience, who respond with cheer. "Good! Because we've got another one coming at ya!"

The audience boos.

"Now, will the next victim please enter the arena?" The ring announcer asks, as he walks backwards towards the ramp and towards the curtain. "If this one can withstand in just 3 minutes in the ring with Crusher Hogan and prove himself to be the Ultimate Champion, the sum of $3,000 dollars will be given too…!"

The ring announcer turns to the curtain.

"What's your name, kid?" The ring announcer inquired.

"The Human Spider," Peter gives the announcer his wrestling name.

"Really, the Human Spider, that's it? That's the best you got?" The ring announcer asks, unimpressed.

"Yeah," Peter responds.

"Christ, now that fucking sucks," The ring announcer criticized, before speaking through his microphone to the audience. "The sum of $3,000 will be given to terrifying… the deadly… the spectacular… the amazing Spider-Man!"

The curtain open and every just booed at Peter, who was wearing a red balaclava mask, a red long sleeved shirt with a spider designed plastered on it, white and red biker glovers, blue sweatpants, and red sneakers.

"My name is the Human Spider," Peter corrected the person behind.

"I don't give a fuck, get out there! The person behind him shouted.

"No, he got my name wrong," Peter argued.

"Get out there, you fucking retard!" The person behind pushes Peter out. Peter slowly walks down the ramp as Hogan's four girls taunt Peter, telling him that Crusher Hogan's gonna kick his ass.

"Oh, my legs! Oh my god, I can't feel my legs!" The wrestler howls in pain as he was carried on a stretcher. Peter was nervous when look at the wrestler in the stretcher but forces himself into the ring. Then a huge cage started to slowly come down, trapping both Peter and Crusher Hogan.

"Hey. Hey! What is this?!" Peter asks anxiously.

"It's a cage match," The referee told him.

"Wait a minute, I didn't sign up for a cage match!" Peter exclaimed. "Hey! Unlock the thing!"

"Hey bug boy!" Hogan called out and Peter got his attention. "You ain't going nowhere! I've got you for three minutes… three minutes… of playtime!"

The bell rings and then… the fight begins.

Crusher Hogan came charging at Peter like a bull. Peter hears the ear-piercing sound again and he jumps away from Hogan's attack, shocking the audience as Hogan hits his head on the cage bars.

Hogan gets up and shakes off his injuries, looking up to see Peter sticking on the bars.

"Hey! What are you doing up there?!" Hogan bellowed.

"Staying away from you," Peter responded. "Hey, that's a cute outfit. Did your husband give it you?"

"What?!" Hogan yelled in confusion.

Peter jumps from the bars and lands on all fours across from Hogan. As the wrestler is charging towards him, Peter uses his webbing to create web lines to lift himself from Hogan's attack, but hits his head on the top of bars, having him fall on his back.

One of Hogan's four girls gave him a chair and he hits Peter with it, four times.

"Ow," Peter breathes a sharp breath as Hogan grabs Peter's left leg and throws him into the bars of the cage, both left and right, dropping Peter into the ground. Another one of Hogan's girls gave him a crowbar.

"Here comes the finisher!" Hogan exclaimed, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Peter's eyes widen as Hogan prepares to strike. Then, something unexpected happens that Peter catches his crowbar and throws him overhand. As Hogan gets up Peter runs to him and kicks him in the stomach in the left leg, then doubling the attack by side-kicking his face with his right leg. The force of the attack sent Crusher Hogan flying into the bars, knocking him.

The referee didn't have the count when he raised Peter's right arm and announced, "Winner!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, looks like we've got a new champion! Give it up for Spider-Man!" The announcer exclaimed through his microphone.

As the crowd started to cheer "Spider-Man!", Peter couldn't help but smile as he was no longer the little guy getting picked on.

Office

The promoter, who had black slicked back hair and a black mustache with a bowtie, wrapped around the collar his white button up shirt, from the desk gave Peter, his mask still on as he still didn't want to give away his identity, a 100 dollar bill. The masked winner was expecting more but the promoter told him, "Now get out here."

Peter was confused, "A hundred bucks. I'm sorry but the ad said $3000."

"Well check it again, webhead! It said three grand for three minutes and you beat him in just 2. But I'm giving you a 100 for your style, so considering yourself lucky," The promoter told Peter.

"Come on, I need that money," Peter argued with the promoter.

"Well, there is another method. Basically, you just have to sign an exclusive management contract with Sullivan Edwards, aka me," The promoter, Sullivan Edwards, offered, showing Peter the contract.

"Why is this not the first choice?" Peter asks.

"Okay, normally wrestlers who win in my arena don't get a contract after their first fight. But you… You got some potential. I mean I've never seen anything like you. I mean, with that your agility and that web line trick despite you hitting your head! Man, you must've put a lot of thought into the gimmick," Edwards praises Peter. "Your costume and personality might need improvement, if you sign the contract."

"Look, I just came for the money. It's for a good cause," Peter pointed.

"Sorry, no contract, no cash," Edwards apologized, prideful.

"Come on, that's not fair! I said it was for a good cause! Peter argued.

"Sorry, not my problem," Edwards apologized again, still prideful.

Peter clenches his fists in anger but decides to not fight back as he didn't want to have the same incident he had with Flash. Peter leaves Edwards' office as a man, who had blonde hair, blue eyes, but not the beautiful type of blue, wearing a red leather jacket, yellow shirt, green pants and brown shoes, passes by him. The significant thing about the man is that he had a black star tattoo on his left wrist. The man throws a bag on Edwards' desk.

"Hey, what the fuck are you…?!" Edwards asks as a gun is drawn upon his face.

"Put the money in the bag," The burglar demanded.

Outside, Peter pushes the down button as he turns and overhears the robbery happen. The door of Edwards' office swings open and the burglar runs out as a cop passes by.

"Hey! He's got the money in that bag!" Edwards called out as the police officer runs to catch the Burglar.

"Stop that guy!" The officer yelled.

As the burglar runs towards Peter, he moves away from the Burglar who makes it to the elevator.

"Don't let him get away!" Edwards exclaimed.

As the burglar pushes a button from the elevator control panel, unintentionally showing off his black star tattoo, and as the elevator is closing, the burglar turns to Peter and says, "Thanks, kid."

The cop stops as the elevator closes and he slams his right fist in it. The cop turns to Peter, "Why the hell were you just standing there?! You let him go!"

The cop goes down the stairs to try and catch up with the burglar. Sullivan Edwards then approaches Peter.

"Why did you just stand there?! You could've taken him apart! Thanks to you, he's going to get away with my money!" Edwards berated Peter.

"Not my problem," Peter brushes it off.

Edwards just stood in his place as Peter pushes the door open, the same one the cop opened, and went down the stairs.

Outside of the Wrestling Stadium

Peter, wearing his grey hoodie, blue jeans and grey sneakers, walks out of the stadium, disappointed.

"What was with that guy?!" Peter thought. "I had to sign a contract for some money. Who does he think I am?! I'll find another way to get that $2500."

Peter stops when he sees a police car and a group of people surrounding something in a circle. Intrigued, Peter decides to check it out.

"Sir, you have to get back," A police officer told a bystander. "Come on, folks keep moving."

"Look, it's blood," A male bystander observed.

"Oh my god," A female bystander gasped as Peter made it through the crowd. As Peter was about to make it to the center, a female Native American police officer, who had short black hair and brown eyes, stops him.

"Kid, stay back. Stay back," The officer told Peter, but he tried to pass when he sees the person on the ground. "I say stay back!"

"That's my uncle!" Peter manages to go through the officer as he sees him Uncle Ben on the ground, blood wound noticeable on the left side of his chest. Peter turns to the officer and asks, "What happened?"

"A carjacker shot him. Don't worry, we called the paramedics. They're on their way," The officer informed Peter as she goes back to not any other bystanders through.

Peter had his face in shock and tears emerging from his eyes.

"Uncle Ben? Uncle Ben," Peter's tears flow from his eyes as Uncle Ben opens his eyes. He looks around his surroundings, but he locks eyes with Peter.

"Peter…" Uncle Ben starts to tear up.

"I'm here, Uncle Ben. It going to be okay," Peter, holding Uncle Ben's right hand, reassured Uncle Ben.

"Peter…" Uncle Ben gasps as he closes his eyes and gives up his ghost… and his right hand goes limp.

And he was gone.

Peter cries and cries, tears flowing from his face. His father figure, the one who raised him… has died.

The female officer sighed, "Poor kid."

Another officer, a Caucasian male one, who had auburn hair and blue eyes, then approached the female officer.

"DeWolff," The male officer called out and the female officer, Jean DeWolff, turns to him.

"What is it, Stan?" DeWolff asked.

"They said they've got the shooter. From where he's going, he's heading to the docks," The male officer, Stan Carter, reported to DeWolff.

Hearing this Peter's face turns from sadness into anger and rage, crouching back up and leaving the scene.

Peter runs to an alleyway and takes off his civilian clothes, wrestling costume underneath them, and puts on his red balaclava mask. Peter jumps onto a brick wall of an alleyway and starts to crawl on it. Peter sees a flagpole and uses his agility to have him swing on a flagpole to give him a boost for his next jump. Peter lands onto of a building and jumps to the next one to the next, where he sees the police chase unfold.

Peter shoots a web line from his right hand and grabs a hold of it. Peter is nervous, at first, but vengeance fills his eyes, and he swings from the top of the building. He fires other web line and another so he can catch up to the stolen car. Peter lands onto of it, causing the carjacker to have trouble to see.

Peter then lunges his right hand into the window grabs the carjacker by the collar. This causes the car to lose its course of direction.

DeWolff and Carter, driving the police car, notice this and DeWolff takes out her walkie-talkie.

"Captain, we got an unknown masked person on the front of the stolen car, unknown if it's male or female," DeWolff reported through her walkie-talkie.

In the stolen car, the carjacker takes out his gun and tries to shoot at Peter, who dodges the bullets with his quick reflects. Peter then turns to see that the car has sped through the entrance gates of the docks. The carjacker presses the breaks as the car crashes into the gates.

As the police cars pull up, the carjacker exists the car and tries to make his escape, with Peter having vanished from the front of the car. Out of one of the police cars was an elderly man, around his mid-50s, who had gray shaggy hair, wrinkles beneath his blue eyes to represent his wisdom, and he was wearing all dark blue with a white button-up shirt and red tie, with a golden police badge on his left handkerchief pocket. This man's name is Captain George Stacy, the father of Gwen Stacy.

"Captain Stacy," DeWolff acknowledges the captain's title.

"Detective. What do we got here?" The captain solicited.

"The carjacker seemed to have crashed when the masked person interfered," DeWolff explained the situation.

"Do you know where he's gone?" Captain Stacy inquired.

"Sargent Carter said he saw him go into that warehouse," DeWolff points at the warehouse, which was by the harbor, where the carjacker had taken refuge.

In the warehouse, on the upper level, the carjacker loads his gun and cocks it. He is in fear due to the mysterious masked person forcing him to crash the stolen car. The carjacker then looks out the window and sees the police surrounding the front of the warehouse.

The carjacker started to hyperventilate but it ceased when he sees a human-like shadow.

"Who's there?!" The carjacker shoots at the shadow who manages to dodge the attack. The carjacker looks around in fear, unknown that the mysterious masked person was sticking on the wall behind him. The carjacker quickly turns and sees Peter, vengeance in his eyes. "What the fuck are you?!"

"You took the life of a good man. A man with a loving family. And for what? Just for a car!" Peter shouted in vengeance.

"Shut up!" The carjacker fires his gun at Peter, but he dodges the bullets with his agility. The carjacker tries to run but Peter stops him, landing in front of him.

"You can't hide. So don't even bother running!" Peter fires a web at the carjacker's gun and forces it out of his right hand. The gun lands just by a pipe by a window.

The carjacker makes a run for it to the doors and tires to open them, but Peter grabs his head smashes it into both of the windows by the doors and forces him back. The carjacker takes out a knife and tires to cut Peter, but Peter swiftly dodges his attempts and kicks the knife upward toward the ceiling as uses it as a pole to grab on and kick the carjacker, having him stumbling onto the window. Peter menacingly walks towards the carjacker.

"S-stay away! Don't kill me! Please!" The carjacker begged.

"You don't want me to kill you, huh? You should've thought about that before you shot that man!" Peter shouted as he lifted the carjacker by the collar into the window. The police spotlight shined through the window and Peter got a good look at him in the light and he was in shock and guilt. "That face…"

Peter pulls down the carjacker's left sleeve and saw a black star tattoo on his wrist. Peter had recognized that face and the tattoo from when the burglar robbed Sullivan Edwards from the wrestling stadium. In fact, it was the same burglar.

"Stop that guy!" The officer yelled.

As the Burglar runs towards Peter, he moves away from the Burglar, who gives him a cold and calculating look.

As the elevator doors are closing the Burglar says to Peter, "Thanks, kid."

Peter drops the burglar and steps back in shock.

"What I do? What did I do?" Peter asked himself.

The burglar sees his gun by the pipe and smiles.

"You shouldn't have let me go, kid," The burglar cocks his gun at Peter. "Later."

Peter grabs the burglar's right hand and twists it, forcing him to drop his gun.

"No… No…" The burglar quavered as he tripped over the pipe which causes him fall out the window, screaming as he plummets to his demise.

Peter looks down to see his uncle's killer dead. However, he wasn't satisfied. It didn't feel good. The police spotlight then flashed on Peter.

"Whoever you are come out with your hands up!" Captain Stacy ordered. As the spotlight moved away from Peter, he was gone. "Where did he go?"

Carter analyzed the dead body with surprise that something like this has happened.

"Captain, what should be do?" Carter asked.

Captain Stacy thought long and hard about his response.

"Call the coroner," Captain Stacy advised.

"Yes sir," Carter nodded.

On the rooftop, Peter, unmasked, was on top of a building. He was on the ground holding his knees, crying his eyes out.

"What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?" Peter kept asking that to himself as he cried and cried. Guilt and regret has washed over his mind and body.

Damn. That was... I can't even put it to words. It's just so heartbreaking if you think about, especially if it has happens to you. It definitely has happened to me. Almost 5 years ago I lost my aunt and great grandmother and it broke my heart. I didn't know how to function without them. I think I kind of wrote that sort of personal experience while writing this episode and I didn't know it. That's the beauty of writing. You can take your personal experiences and share them in a story with characters that not just the readers or audience, but the writer as well.

That doesn't mean that the writer is always writing all the time, such as myself. I am currently finishing up high school and I try to find enough time in my schedule to write my episodes as much as I can. I'm trying to work out this new plan that I have but so far, it hasn't worked yet. Hopefully, by this weekend, I can put it into action. I'm currently writing Episode 4, meaning the first three episodes are done and ready.

Now for the voice actors I have envisioned in my head for the new characters. For Mr. Nicolato, I would be casting myself as the voice for him. Just imagine a man annoyed 24/7 as the voice for the character. That's how I envisoned the character's voice because, and he's probably going to sue me if this gets made to an animated series, I had an art teacher for 10th and 11th grade with the exact same name. Which brings me to the fact that I'm integrating some people in my life into this series. So brace yourself for some poor impersonations.

As for the other characters I've introduced, the casting goes like this.

Richard Epcar as Captain George Stacy

Wendee Lee as Jean DeWolff

Tony Oliver as Stan Carter

The late great Bob Papenbrook as Crusher Hogan

Michael Sorich as Sullivan Edwards

Stephen Apostolina as Dennis Carradine

For the characters I'll be including so far, I plan to include Randy Robertson, Seymour O'Reilly, Brian "Tiny" McKeever, Charlie Murphy, Principal Davis, Norman and Emily Osborn, Donald Menken, the Undertaker (he's the main villain from Amazing Fantasy #16), Tombstone, and Hammerhead. So look forward to those characters appearing.

Note: This episode was heavily inspired by Amazing Fantasy #15, Ultimate Spider-Man #2-5, the first Sam Raimi Spider-Man movie, and the Spectacular Spider-Man episode "Intervention".

Oh, before I go, I'm going to reply to a comment that Zhorvak posted. Side note: It's probably not related but I just wanted to point out that his profile picture is very cool and I think it's better than mine to be honest. Anyways, here is the comment.

Zhorvak: "Something tells me chef is going to be the best character of this story"

Oh, thank you. Thank you. I was real nervous on what readers might think if I included some South Park influence in the story. It's nice to know that someone, to what I'm interpreting so far, someone is liking this sort of change.

Now, I have some questions for you. What do you think of the series so far? What do you think of Gwen characterization so far? Do you have any suggestions for episodes that I should write in the future?

Thank you so much for reading. The next episode is going to be focusing on Peter grieving the loss of Uncle Ben and how his grieving his affecting Gwen and Harry. I hope you look forward to that and I'll see you soon.