PARKER RESIDENCE; LAUNDRY ROOM

The web explosion in the basement left Peter in an even more sour mood as he loaded his dirty laundry into the washing machine. For one thing, he was now shirtless and showed that while he was lean, he still had great muscular definition. All because his shirt was now covered in web, and much to his frustration, it practically was stuck to his upper body. This was because he designed it to be stronger than steel. So much so that he had to use a small portion of his spider strength to peel it off, which proved to be a painful process, hence a few visible red marks on his body. "Well, nothing like a web geyser to spice up the weekend," Peter grumbled as he continued throwing his dirty laundry in the machine. "Good news is the webbing should dissolve in about an hour, which is way before Aunt May comes home. But, bad news, the materials I need to try and make a new web shooter and the chemicals needed to make more webbing will take up half of my next paycheck, if not more! So much for that new laptop."

Once the clothes were in the machine, Peter reached inside a box on top of the dryer and pulled out two tablets, which was by accident since he only needed one. As such, he threw one of the tablets into the washing machine, closed shut the door, and turned it on to let it do its work. As Peter was about to put the other tablet back in the box, he felt a strong vibration in his right front pocket. It was his iPhone, an item that he had long since carried with him religiously. Be it to receive calls from his friends and loved ones, co-workers from the Bugle, or to pick up police banners from a particular app he installed. And so, Peter used his right hand to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone while still holding the second tablet in the other hand. When he saw the name on the screen, part of Peter was pleasantly surprised, but he was primarily concerned, as he was often worried about this person's well-being. That was why he did not hesitate to press the 'answer' icon on the screen with the tip of his thumb and placed the phone to his ear to address the woman who had raised him like a son since the death of his parents. "Aunt May?"

F.E.A.S.T., QUEENS LOCATION

May Parker called her nephew inside her office in a charity that provided Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter, and Training to the homeless and underprivileged. Hence, its name 'F.E.A.S.T.' And; after starting just three months ago, May became the organization's manager due to her incredible organizational skills, hard work ethic, and warm personality. For May, this job was a lifesaver, literally and figuratively. It allowed her to channel the grief she had of losing her husband into providing help to those in desperate need of it. And though she took pride in helping the staff aid the unfortunate souls that came through their doors, May still had one person in mind. One who was the only family she had left and was on the phone with at that moment. "Hello, Peter. I'm just checking on you." May said pleasantly, then shifted to a more serious tone. "And making sure that you haven't burned the house down."

PARKER HOUSEHOLD

Peter couldn't help but chuckle nervously as he made his way to the kitchen, though he did his best to disguise it as a laugh of sarcasm. While it was true the house was not on fire, there was still the matter of the 'web problem' downstairs. "Nope is still in one piece!" Peter said playfully, then sets the phone on speaker mode and placed it, as well as the washing tablet, on the kitchen counter. All to allow him to use his hands to begin washing dishes in the sink. "In fact, it's in the middle of getting cleaned up by your favorite nephew so you can have a nice place to relax after work."

F.E.A.S.T.

When she heard her nephew's reply, May stood outside her office door to look out the large room filled with beds and many homeless people that sat on top of them. "Oh, Peter, that is so-!" Suddenly, May's phone call to Peter was interrupted by not just one person, but three people!

The first was a middle-aged brunette woman walking up to her with a clipboard. She soon noticed May with her phone in hand and was immediately regretful. "Oh, I'm so sorry, May! This needs a manager's signature when you have the chance."

The second person was a young African American girl who appeared to be nineteen years old, walking up while holding folded blankets and appeared to be confused. "So, who needed these blankets again?"

And the third person who grabbed May's attention was not a staff member but a fair-skinned, homeless man in his mid to late forties staring at a young, blonde-haired woman talking to an older man. "I wonder if that fine-looking girl is single."

Overwhelmed, May took a moment to breathe in and sigh through her nose to calm herself before anything else. "Hold on a second," May told Peter over the phone, then briefly placed it between her left shoulder and ear so she could perform, what Peter and his friends would call, multi-tasking. First, she took the clipboard from the brunette, signed it, and handed it back to her with speed almost comparable to Peter's superhero counterpart. "Here you go," she told the brunette, who nodded and walked off, then turned to the young girl with the blankets and pointed in the direction of a homeless blonde-haired man and his daughter. "Those two right over there," May told the girl in a serious tone, and as the young staff member headed towards the father and daughter, she turned to the man eying her Hispanic colleague. "And yes, sir, that girl over there IS seeing someone. In fact, that's her partner right over there."

May pointed in the direction of the Hispanic co-worker, and to the man's surprise, it was indeed the staff member's romantic partner, who was revealed to be an Auburn haired girl around her age, holding a bag of food which was lunch she agreed to get. The two lovers then greeted each other with a quick kiss, much to the man's shock. "Well, damn." The man muttered in shock as he turned and walked away, taken entirely aback and embarrassed.

May was glad that she saved the Hispanic worker from a very uncomfortable situation with the bewildered man and planned to inform the security guard on duty to keep an eye on him.

Meanwhile, Peter could hear May's exchange with the three people over the phone. "Sounds like you're having a busy day."

Before she answered, May let out an exhausted sigh. "You have no idea."

"Well, I just started work on the dishes, so you'll have some green tea inside a freshly clean cup when you get back…."

PARKER HOUSEHOLD

Peter was indeed true to his word as he scrubbed some leftover food off the last plate in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher.

The sounds of running water could be heard by May on the other line. "Oh, Peter, that's so sweet of you to do the housework," said May, sounding proud but at the same time reluctant. "But that last part I can do myself. You don't have to go to such lengths just for me."

"Aunt May, really, it's no problem at all," Peter replied with a smile, and his voice grew softer as he continued with the reason why he went through such lengths for the woman who raised him. "Besides, the way you're always going to great lengths in helping people, including a bad luck magnet like me, I felt that reliving some of that stress was the least I could do."

"Oh, Peter,"said a genially touched May. "First off, you are no burden to me. In fact, aside from this job, you have been the light of the darkness I felt since we lost your uncle, and I am happy that you turned out to be a young man that he and I can both be proud of. And second, you're already doing too much, studying for the S.A.T.'s, your job at the Bugle. If anyone should relax, it's you. Especially on your day off, you're not Superman, you know."

As Peter placed the dish into the opened door of the dishwasher, he couldn't help but shrug at his aunt's comment. "Well, I can't say you're wrong there," Peter said half truthfully on the superhero subject, then placed the plate in the dishwasher. "Though I gotta say, it would be nice to have his powers for a day."

Little did Peter know that May wasn't exactly thrilled on the other end when she heard his reply. "Well, since we're on the subject of superheroes, that brings me back to you working at the Bugle-." Before May could tell her feelings, she was stopped by a co-worker who came into her office and said that the owner of F.E.A.S.T. had called and wanted to start a web-call meeting. "I have to go; I'll tell you when I get back. I love you, kiddo!"

Naturally, this left Peter completely baffled. "Yeah, okay. Love you too, Aunt May, bye." As Peter pressed the 'end call' button on his phone, he was still left completely confused. So much so that he picked up the tablet used for washing clothes, placed it into the tablet container without even looking, rolled the tray of dishes inside the machine, and closed the door on instinct. "First, Harry has a problem with the Bugle, now Aunt May?" Peter thought to himself, confused, and soon caught a glimpse of the Daily Bugle icon on the phone; his confusion soon turned to sadness. "She's probably worried about how 'Peter Parker' follows Spider-Man into his battles and thinks he's putting his life at risk shooting videos. Again, she's not wrong, but there's no way I can tell her the truth about Spider-Man without giving her a heart attack?" As he switched the dial on the dishwasher and turned it on, Peter could only hang his head in further despair. "Jeez, this, along with the web explosion downstairs, there is nothing else that could possibly make things more stressful than they are right now!"

JD NATIONAL BANK

As business went on as usual inside the massive lobby of the bank, the coated man named Herman walked in through the front doors. He remembered how he used to go to this bank as a simple engineer who cashed in his work checks, including one that contained his severance pay from Oscorp, who fired him just a week prior. Something that filled Herman with incredible rage, as all the years he spent honing his skills in engineering. The blood, sweat, and tears he poured into his inventions that he had stored in his coat were all dashed away by the higher-ups of the company he once worked so hard for, or at the very least, a particular, ruthless, red-haired CEO.

Finally, Herman stopped in the middle of the lobby; he looked to the left and saw the vault. His number one goal was it contained all the money he needed to get the proper severance pay he deserved and enough to fun more equipment to make more effective gadgets to help him take revenge on the people of Oscorp. And at that moment, Herman felt that now was his chance to shine. As such, he quickly pulled off his hand and coat, which revealed him to be covered head to toe in a yellow and red padded body suit with two bulky metal gauntlets, and carrying two big bags. . "ALL RIGHT, LISTEN UP!" Herman screamed, succeeding in getting everyone's attention. "I WANT EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR, NOW!"

At first, there was a brief silence among the people inside the bank, until finally, instead of panicked screams, everyone erupted in loud laughter—all due to Herman's costume.

Something which Herman himself did not appreciate. "WHAT THE HELL ARE ALL OF YOU LAUGHING AT?! I SAID ON THE FLOOR, NOW!" Herman's furious yelling only resulted in the laughter rising.

"Whatever you say, cushion man," yelled a young male, whose voice began to crack from laughing so hard.

This comment confused Herman greatly, and through the corner of his eye, he spotted a mirror and looked at his costume in the reflection. He soon let out a groan of aggravation as he could see why people wouldn't take him seriously with how his costume was put together. "So much for the whole 'striking fear in people's hearts' part of the plan." Herman thought, then turned his attention to the bank. "I'll just have to show them why I'm someone they should be scared of!" With that declaration, Herman ran forward, pushed aside two bank employees, leaped over the wooden fence, and finally approached the closed vault.

And it was here that Herman utilized the main feature of the gauntlets he wore. In that, he used the tips of his thumbs to press down on two buttons within the gauntlets, which caused them to vibrate wildly. Once Herman felt that they vibrated at just the right speed, Herman pointed them at the vault door, then lifted his thumbs off the buttons, which caused two concentrated air blasts to fire out of the gauntlets. Thanks to the padded costume he wore, Herman was protected from the recoil of the blasts and managed to stay on his feet. The vault's door, however, wasn't so lucky, as the blasts were powerful enough to knock it off its hinges and crash into the back, leaving it wide open and dollar bills to fly everywhere.

Naturally, this action resulted in the people to stop laughing and scream in pure terror, which was the reaction Herman had wanted. As he dropped the bags, Herman glanced to the left and saw a security guard running toward him. This proved no real threat to Herman as he pressed the button in his right gauntlet. Once the guard got close enough, he threw a middle punch while simultaneously releasing the button and fired a small air burst when it was powerful enough to send the guard flying backward and landing hard on a nearby desk, causing it to snap in half on impact. Herman heard more running footsteps behind him, and as he looked over his right shoulder, he saw another guard coming his way and soon threw a spinning right backhand, using his gauntlet to nail the guard in the head and knocking him out hard.

With the two guards taken care of, Herman jumped on top of a desk, pointed his gauntlets at the ceiling, and fired another air blast, one that was smaller than the blast that knocked down the vault door but that was strong enough to blow a hole through the ceiling without causing it to cave down. The reason for this was to regain everyone's attention, a task in which he succeeded. "NOW, THIS IS THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME I'M SAYING THIS! EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!"

Seeing that Herman meant business, everyone inside the bank, employee or otherwise, fell to the ground as instructed.

Herman then turned his attention to two frightened bank tellers. "You two!" Herman barked loud enough to get them to look up at him, then pointed down at the two bags he dropped. "Go into the vault and fill those up!"

Seeing how they had no choice but to cooperate, the scared tellers crawled over to Herman's bags and then made their way to the vault, with Herman walking behind them with his gauntlets still drawn.

However, little did Herman know that one teller, a young Asian woman, was secretly pressing a button underneath her desk, which alerted the police of robberies.

PARKER RESIDENCE

Suddenly, Peter is brought out of his moping when he hears a buzzing sound from his phone. Something that usually occurred when his phone picked up a police bulletin. As such, he quickly picked up the phone to hear it.

"All nearby units," said the female dispatcher. "We have a bank robbery at JT National Bank. All units in Queens, please respond!"

Naturally, this caused Peter to let out an annoyed sigh. "Okay, that one's on me," he said to himself, as he knew he had only himself to blame, considering he just said the whole 'things can't get any worse' jinx. Nonetheless, Peter acted quickly by running to the basement door, pulling it open, and high-tailed it back to his workshop so he could pick up his costume and web shooters. Little did he know, however, that he inadvertently caused an even bigger crisis when foam began to come out and pile up in front of the dishwasher, no doubt from the washing machine tablet he inadvertently placed in there. But sadly, this mishap would prove insignificant compared to what was waiting for Peter at the bank.