Ten year old Adrien Agreste read his book. Alone, in the library. Now some might ask what led to such a position. Well that was a bit of a long story. The first thing he should state is that it's not his hometown's library, it's the public library in New York. The reason he was in this town was because … well, his Mother was sick.

She was always sick, at first it was just a couple of coughs here and there. Then came the sleeping spells he tried to break with true love's kiss. That was a little weird in retrospect, and the baby talk Natilee gave him afterwards made him a bit uncomfortable to even think about the subject for a while. Father then would often have to travel long and hard for special potions to make Mother feel better, though they only woke her up for a few weeks at a time.

He was eight when her legs stopped working. Father started calling up multiple doctors all across the world, trying to find someone who could help her. Nattelie worked herself tired, constantly making food for everyone and handling the schedules. And the Gorilla drove him everywhere….well, not that it was anything new, but now he acted more as a bodyguard than a limo driver. It hurt to watch … alright, it was a little cool to watch the Gorilla throw a man across the street with one hand after he touched Adrien, but it still hurt.

It hurt to watch all his loved ones act like he was helpless and needed to be protected. It hurt that his father constantly told him that the world was dangerous and he needed to stay safe, and it hurt that Natilee just repeated what his father said rather than speak her own mind.

New York was just the latest trip. Father said that he found a strange doctor who worked with illnesses like Mother's. Adrien never got the name of the illness himself, no matter how hard he asked. Everyone just assumed he wouldn't understand, that he was just a kid who wouldn't get it, but it was his mother. Shouldn't he at least KNOW how to comfort her.

Some might say he was lucky. His father was rich and he got to travel…but that didn't mean much when you couldn't go anywhere. He couldn't walk the streets, see the Statue of Liberty, or try American style pizza. Father wanted him to stay in the hotel room and study. After all, he was homeschooled, so he shouldn't fall behind.

Mother then whispered something to Nattelie before she was taken away on a wheelchair. An hour later Nattlie suggested he could study at the library instead of in his room. It didn't really make much of a difference to him if all he was going to do was study, but anything was better than staying in the hotel room all by himself.

Which was how Adrien found himself at a table at the library, bored out of his mind. He knew good grades were important for some reason, but was school really anything to sneeze about when his mom was out there suffering from something no one could figure out? He held out faith that the doctors would heal her…but a small part of him couldn't help but doubt.

Maybe if Chloe was here things would be a little more tolerable. She was a bit clingy and could be a little too mean to her butler and dad, but she was always there for him when he had nothing else. Literally the only friend he had in all honesty. Maybe if he went to public school he wouldn't have this problem. But no, Father said he could get hurt …

A massive book slammed on the table across from him … by a kid his age. He had brown hair and glasses. "Alright thermodynamics, today I will conquer you, then I can learn how to add rockets to my bike."

Rocket power bike. Five seconds and he already wanted to know everything about this kid. Looking back and forth to make sure neither Natilee or the Gorilla were watching, he began walking up to the boy. "Ooh, are you trying to make a bike that goes into space?" He asked curiously.

"Nah, I just want to speed through the sidewalk so I don't have to lose lunch money to Flash Thompson again." The kid answered as he looked up to him. "You new around here?"

"Tourist." That seemed like the least complicated answer. "Adrien Agreste."

"Agreste … you mean like that tacky clothes line my Aunt finds cool?" The kid asked.

"Pfffft, hah." Adrien snickered. "No one's ever called my dad's clothes tacky before, but yeah, same name." He nodded.

"Well I'm Peter Parker. Commoner, social outcast, and all around nerd." They held out their hand. "Nice to meet you Adrien."

"Great to meet you. I'm a bit socially outcast too. Not that I want to be, but…traveling, homeschool, all that…I've started taking Chinese lessons."

"What ten year old needs to learn chinese?"

"That's what I thought, but my father wants me to be some kind of model for his clothes later done the line, I think." He sighed. "And that means being able to pose at any time in any location in any piece of fashion."

"Wouldn't know what that's like. All my clothes come from the bargain bin." Peter smirked, showing off the captain america shirt he had on.

"I'd gladly give my entire closet for one of those." Adrien oohed.

"I'd hand it to you, but … well, I'm skinny enough as it is, I don't wanna walk around New York shirtless." Peter grinned. "Say, wanna head over to the exhibit section? You can find some really cool hero stuff over there."

"Really!?" He shouted, covering his mouth to make sure that he didn't get any unwanted attention. "Yeah, I'd love too, but keep it on the low. The gorilla can come by at any time."

"The gorilla? You wouldn't happen to have a pet ape on hand?" Peter asked as he showed him the way. "Because that would be both cool and terrifying."

"Nah, he's my super buff bodyguard." Adrien said. "But between you and me, I think he might be able to punch the Hulk."

"To be fair, I'm pretty sure every hero has punched the hulk before at least once." The boy snickered. "Then again heroes like to punch each other in general from what I've seen."

"That's silly. Why would heroes fight each other?"

"Dunno my friend … but it does look cool." This … this seemed fun.

Emilie coughed, resting down on the couch. "Thank you Gabriel, I'll be fine for now."

"Are you sure? You don't need anything. Even water?" So caring and attentive … if only he could pull up the reins a little more. Some things just happened. It was the price she paid for using the peacock miraculously. They knew the risk, and everyday she looked at Adrien, she never once regretted that decision.

"I'm certain. I'm quite comfortable." Which was only a minor lie. She couldn't feel the lower half of her body anymore.

"Alright … I'll be back to check on you in an hour." He kissed her lips, the love felt with every tender moment that passed before he pulled away. "I'm going to make some calls. If you need anything, ask Nattlie."

"I'll be fine." She waved off. She loved her husband so much but at times it felt like she was the only person he acknowledged in the universe. "You…you wouldn't mind sending Adrien in here for a moment, would you?"

"Dear,we might want to wait until your condition improves.."

"Gabriel…. please." She caressed his cheek. "... I'll go find him now." With a nod, he walked to the door, leaving her in silence. She didn't have too much time left, and both she and Gabriel knew it.

"Eleven years …" Eleven years since the find. Her, Gabriel, the Parkers. The collapse of infrastructure, the last wish between the bleeding couple …why couldn't they have honored that last wish?

"Mother, you've wished to see me?" She heard the sound of her sweet angel's voice.

"Oh Adrien." She motioned for him to come closer. "Tell me, how's life treating you?" Emmele asked, ruffling her fingers through his hair.

"Oh, pretty good I guess. Natilee says my Chinese has improved, but my penmanship in it needs to be neater.."

"Not your work, you." She asked. "Have any girls caught your fancy?" The mother asked with a teasing tone.

"Mom, you know I'm too young to be married." Her son laughed.

"I know, but it's never too soon to tease you about your love life." She chuckled, which quickly turned into a cough. "Oh, laughter … it hurts so good."

"Mom…you're going to be okay, right?" Adrien asked with a worried look. "Dad says you're going to be alright, but.."

"I'll always be there for you Adiren … every time you're happy, I'm going to be there, loving it." She assured the child. "Keep talking Adrien. Any new friends?"

"Not any new ones.." She pushed for Adrien to go to public school but that was one subject her husband was particularly stubborn. about. He didn't want their 'greatest gift' to be 'corrupted' by the students. She thought he was just being paranoid. If people there were like Chloe, they must be lovely people. "But Peter's been keeping me up with everything on New York through cam calls on the laptop. Yesterday he made this a rocket powered by a potato and lemon battery, it looked so cool."

"Peter… that's… that's the Parker boy, right?" She asked. "They're nice folk. Did I ever tell you I used to explore with them?"

"No, I don't think you did." He looked at her with those sparkling eyes she loved to see.

"We went on all sorts of adventures to look for magic in the world." She chuckled. "We found lost cities and buried treasures, treasures beyond what anyone has ever seen." Treasures that could create life with a snap of a finger. "Your father would draw these amazing designs and paintings from everything we've saw. From ancient caves to hidden kingdoms."

"Did you ever find Atlantis?"

"Strangely no." Almost like the entire thing was destroyed at the foundations. "The Parkers were incredibly curious, always digging and searching through every nook and crevice, wondering what science was around the magic and what magic was around the science."

"Doesn't that get confusing?"

"Amazingly so. Richard spent a week sulking trying to wrap his head around it." Emilie laughed. "The world is full of amazing things, Adrien. I know right now it feels like your trapped, but I promise you that someday, you will be free to explore the world all on your own, to see all the magic it has to offer before your very eyes."

"You really think so?" He asked.

"I promise." She kissed his cheek, before yawning. "Sorry I just … feel tired."

"It's okay mom. Once you get your rest, everything will be okay. That's what Father said."

"Yes…everything will be okay." Her time was coming soon…and Adrien would only have his father. She had to make sure Natilee would be there to stop Gabriel from going too far.

Fu grunted as he placed down another couch. "The sad thing about being an old and broke guardian … no powers to help move your furniture, and no money to hire movers."

"That's what happens when you spend fifty years playing private super hero beyond your prime Master." Wayzz reminded him as he placed a vase on the top shelf. "You've worn over half of the miraculous in the miracle box."

"I couldn't find anyone worthy at the time." He justified.

"Really, not a single person who lived in New Jersey had a good heart?" Wayzz asked.

"The stereotypes on tv don't do it justice Wayzz." He countered. "I'm lucky the Monk in America passed on his teachings. The new guardian of the Native American Miraculous seems to be doing a good job."

"Only because of the increase of super humans and mutants spreading all over making the requirement of miraculous less necessary." Wayzz noted.

"If anything that would make it more necessary, Wayzz. The ability for good can be used for evil." Just look at himself … a single mistake cost him everything.

"Is that the sound of pity I hear?" Fog began to fill the room as his surroundings got dark. "That's so unlike you."

"You pity me? That would be a rare change from all the childish comments." Fu stated, preparing for a headache. "And here I thought your next holder would be in America … Madame Web."

The immortal ghost who stole the Spider miraculously over two thousand years ago. The woman who supposedly guarded the web of life and destiny…and one of his biggest critics. "Oh I would never pity an insolent brat like yourself. And unlike you Fu, I don't need to run around the world like a headless chicken to seek out new holders."

"And you have been so thorough with your selections in the past." No one knew much about the woman other than her psychic abilities, which seemed unassuming but was incredibly deadly if ever confronted, which was why no one ever attempted to steal it back.

"You pick one cannibal and nobody ever lets you live it down." She rolled her eyes.

"I feel we would be less critical if you managed to take it back instead of letting them kill … for ten years." He shot back.

"Somebody had to stop the cult of Knull from reaching the outside world, any other way and the symbiotes would've coveted the planet by now."

"It's almost sad that I can believe in aliens." Fu lamented.

"I just wonder how many Kwami managed to find a race other than humans, or are still floating out in space." Wayzz muttered.

"Precisely one hundred and twenty are currently space fairing." The woman stated like it was no big deal.

"What do you want Madame web? Even someone as old as you wouldn't just show up for the sake of belittling me." The old man glared. "And I doubt it's to chat about old times over tea either."

"While some tea wouldn't hurt, currently I'm not here." She stated. "I'm choosing the next Spider."

"Right, I've almost forgotten about your astral projection." That would explain the misty effect. "Though I question the possibility of Ezekiel willingly giving up the spider miraculous."

"He didn't." The woman glared. "I only capture the Spider when their time has passed. Not before. The stability of the web can't afford having too many holders at a time."

"Very well … and what's your method of choice this time around?" He asked. "For a soul that must oversee all from atop, but connect to the smallest grains, a will of steel that prevents themselves from ripping apart at the seams."

"Chance." The woman spoke bluntly.

"…So did you go through several options…"

"I left it in a gift shop to be bought. Currently a week has passed."

"…Did you at least use your spider sense to see who would take it…?"

"I've blinded myself from knowing ahead of time."

"... I'm starting to see why so many of your choices turn evil." Fu stated bluntly.

"And as always, you still think like a child in every situation." Madame Webb huffed. "They call it the web of life and destiny because the universe expects everyone to follow a fixed path in spite of free will. I've seen many webs and many strands falter due to one path set, and even more spiders lost to this mentality. I'm looking for a spider that will shape their own destiny."

"To shape their own destiny … and you think all will be fine from moving against that flow? From an unsure heart that can be swayed to destroy the web you seek to keep?"

"Or one that can spin the threads to be even stronger than it could ever be than before, to weave hearts and minds that could be lost or split." The woman nodded. "You've always been afraid of risks, and anytime you've had, they've ended near disaster."

"True …" He moved to the box, glancing at the compartment that contained the Rabbit miraculous. "But when one broken rule results in the loss of so many lives … you question if another broken one results in worse."

"There's no erasing the past Fu, but you can rebuild from it." She began to rise as the list began to spread. "You're just too afraid to do so."

He clenched his fist as the mist vanished … he knew it was futile … that woman always had to have the last word in. "Master …"

"It's fine Wayzz … let's just finish setting up the shop.

Annasi waited within his confines, finally hearing that he was bought. "Thanks Uncle Ben." Oh thank goodness, he was not looking forward to waiting another twenty years without having coffee beans again. Web must've been in a hurry to find a new holder. That or she was just excited to replace Ezekiel. Honestly Annasi didn't really see the big deal there, he wasn't that bad of a holder. He went around and did his little battles, even if was a little obsessed with the power.

"Hey no problem Peter. If you feel like paying me back, just get this old jukebox working again. I know some songs me and May would love to hear like old times." Some old man's voice chuckled. "I'll leave you to your work now, I know you're at the age where you're starting to like your privacy."

"Like you weren't at that age once before."

"True, though know that Aunt May checks under your bed twenty four seven for illicit contraband."

"Uncle Ben, I don't look at any porn or do drugs." The younger voice said in an flustered voice.

"I know. I think she's just preparing for the day you bring a girl over and sneak her inside." The old man snickered. "I love you Peter."

"Love you to Ben." The kid said in an embarrassed tone. From there the only sound was the clanking of metal and the movement of small tools. "Rusted screws, transmitter seems fine … No wonder this thing was messed up, some box was stuck in the gears."

Couldn't Web put him in something a little less big and obvious? Or at least put him someplace where his anchor wouldn't get busted easily? Sure the whole 'find by chance' thing he got but still.

"Let's see what's so important it had to be hidden away." The voice opened up the box as Annasi materialized, stretching his tiny limbs.

He gazed at the human. Skinny, glasses, small, likely twelve-thirteen years old. If they were working on a machine it meant they were likely mechanically inclined. "Greetings." Looking around the room showed him plenty of things, such as posters of the Fantastic Four, Captain America, and Tony Stark. A fan of heroes and science, for sure. "Rarely get nerds, usually it's more athletes or control heads." The Kwami noted.

"Aaahhhhh…" Okay, there was no huge and loud reaction like he was used to, so that was a bonus so far. "Aaaaahhhh."

Annasi turned to the still frozen human. "Here's the deal, kid. I'm granting you magical powers, and in return, you give me coffee beans. They taste a good bitter bit and I like the crunch. You can stick to walls, get a chain, punch metal, and gain an exclusive power to pull things to you. Are you in, or out?"

The boy continued to stare at him for a good minute with his mouth still hung wide open, before closing it and shaking his head, giving himself a pinch on the arm likely to see if this was a dream. After about two minutes, the boy looked him in the eyes. "Magic isn't real." The boy stated.

"… I'm a floating talking spider and the first words you say to me offering you magical powers are magic isn't real?" Annamsi asked. "What else could I be?"

"Hallucination caused by the lead paint on the jukebox for one." The boy pointed out. "I better go grab some water and drown this out. And if not, see if there's some crazy radio waves from a super villain running around. Then if that fails it could be an alien forming in my room, which is sorta freaky but sorta cool.." Oh, so they finally started believing in that. How was magic weirder than space demons?

"Anyone ever say you talk a lot?" Annasi stated with a yawn. "Look, I can be an alien or extra dimensional entity or whatever. Point is I give you superpowers for coffee beans."

"... And if I don't trust this and say no?" The kid asked, still skeptical.

"Then you could just take my box and sell me. It's still fancy jewelry in there, you'd get a pretty penny for it." He looked at his clothes, nothing impressive and a little worn down. "Something that you probably don't see a lot of."

"Keen observation. Uncle Ben was just lucky to get the jukebox at such a low price." The kid kicked the old thing a little. "So power for coffee beans? And I can do whatever I want with them?"

"Pretty much." Annasi shrugged. "From what M-dub has told me, this is going to be pretty hands off, which is my style, so no harm or foul on my end."

"M-dub?"

"Someone you won't be seeing a lot of if at all. Old coot's mysterious like that."

"Old mysterious cooky mentor … sounds like a chosen one story." The kid grinned. Well no, she never actually chooses anyone. "Wait, I'm not being tasked to save the world or anything, right?"

"Nope. I've had a wide variety of users." Annansi admitted. "Gang lords, Hydra Agents, cannibals, vigilantes, one guy who claimed to be the spider prophet of space and time." Fun guy. Got him hooked on Cuban coffee. "You can choose to save the world if you want, or take it over, or something in between. Your choice."

"Well that's a definite no on taking over the world. Uncle Ben wouldn't be too happy about that." Weird. Usually his weirdest didn't start off with a moral compass already. "But we do need the money … hey, I can stick to walls right?"

"Yes you can."

"So I could be a performer doing fun tricks and stuff?"

"If you give me what I asked for earlier, go nuts." Sure, others say he had no standards, but who needed those if the world was still turning? "Just put the rings on, say 'Annasi, thwip it' to transform, and 'Annasi, Unravel' to destransform."

The boy looked down, reaching into the box and pulling out the five rings connected with chains to a scarlet red jewel. "… Well, I'm alone in my room, no one's gonna know if this is a prank." He muttered. "Annasi, Thwip it!"

The lights began to swirl all over the boy as Annasi felt himself getting sucked in. "Here we go again." He was forced into the rings once more. Alright, how was he going to make this costume? Read the boy's mind and get a sense of his personality.

Very little self worth, constantly bullied, intelligent and creative, keeps friends slash family close and avoids conflict. Let's focus on some bright colors, a spotlight to make him feel powerful and in control. Face mask? Nah, the boy wanted to show off, but he still wanted anonymity, so an eye mask with wide and expressive white eyes that covered most of the top half of his face. Adding to that, a white spider symbol in the chest. Add some black to the arms and legs, and even some black webbing design all over.

The boy looked into a mirror, frozen in fascination. "I … look … I feel … incredible!" Ah, the power rush, it always happened the first time. "I have abs! I don't need glasses! I-" The chain fell from their belt and onto the ground. "... I am so going to have bondage jokes told about me." Wouldn't be the first time, kid. "I'm a spider, I'm a spider." He looked to the ceiling, and jumped on it, sticking to it. "No…..I'm Spider-Man!"

…. Would be the first time they got a name that obvious though. "Oh man, this is going to be sweeeet!"

"This is Jameson, coming to you live from the Daily Bugle broadcast." It was a shame that he had to switch from good old fashion journalism to news personally, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. And all of his co-workers said he had a loud enough personality to be on tv. He didn't understand what they meant. He was just being himself.

"Today we'll be covering some of the menaces that plague our city. Such as Daredevil, Sparrow, and every other so-called super hero that believes it's their job to take the law in their hands!." However it had to happen, J Jonah jamerson would be here for his city, exposing the menaces that plagued it every day. "Now I've read your complaints and 'criticisims'. Some of you are under the impression that I hate superheroes, that anyone with powers or special abilities I will instantly despise. Well you're all wrong!" He wasn't a proud journalists if he couldn't be objective.

"People like the Avengers, government sanctioned superheroes who have their identities known and can be held accountable for their actions, are perfectly fine! Hell, I proudly proclaim myself as the biggest Captain America fan you will find! Even the like of the Fantastic four I approve of. Their merely scientists that just so HAPPEN to have powers, and once again, they have open identities for accountability!" Hating on people with powers wasn't right, he wasn't a blind bigot like Senator Kelly and his war on mutants. It was the only reason he tolerated the X Men, they were forced into hiding simply because of their powers, not for their clear lack of responsibility.

"It's those masked menaces on the street that show up, beat up anyone they please, cause property damage, and leave before anything can be said and done about it!" He screamed. "What if they make a mistake and kill an innocent civilian on the job!? Oh, I guess the police will just walk up to the obvious suspect of NO ONE! You ever think of that!?" Honestly, it was common sense!

"My anger isn't because I hate heroes, it's because I want heroes to be responsible! Just because you can do fancy flips or fly super high doesn't mean you have the authority to judge right or wrong! That's why officers, firemen, soldiers, navy, marines, have years to HONE their skill! How can we just any random average joe and mary to protect us if they're not even trained in protecting people!?" Yet some people refused to just acknowledge the simple act.

"That's why I'm making a movement for an anti vigilante act. It'll give the likes of Avengers the legal authority to take down masked menaces that constantly scrounge around the city! We can end this out of control problem before it's too late!" It may not be today, or tomorrow, or even next week, but the louder he shouted, the more people would notice.

"And if you want an example of the fact that I don't hate all super powered people, then look no further than the so-called Spider-man that has been making the rounds lately in the entertainment circuit. Now he may wear a mask, but he doesn't believe it's his duty to go out and punch the nearest street thug without the proper credentials, he works in the department of wrestling, circus acts, talk shows, all completely harmless and entertaining fun for the masses. He's not taking the law into his own hands like some reckless cowboy, so why does everyone else feel the need to!?"

"Um sir." He turned to Robertson. "You used up the five minute slot for hero talk. We need to move on or we'll run out of time."

"Right right." He shook his head. There was always another day to fix the problems that plagued this city. "In other

news, we have strange reports in Central Park, almost like magic was involved. Well you want know what I have to say about that? Get your eyes checked!" Some people.

Spider-Man smirked as he counted the money. "Eight hundred, nine hundred, two thousand. Pleasure doing business with you, like always." Now someone might ask 'Peter, if you make that kind of money weekly, then why aren't you living in a mansion? Or at least wearing better clothes, or a car?' That, is because he's not an idiot, he's thirteen.

Peter still lived with his aunt and uncle, who didn't exactly know about his other life, would ask where all that money came from. Sure he trusted them but … it felt nice, running around with a secret only he knew about.

So he saved the money in a special account registered for Spider-Man alone, an emergency fund in case something really bad happened. He kept a little to himself, told them he got a part time job that payed ten bucks an hour. So he wasn't exactly scrooge mcducking himself into piles of money every night, but it was still far more money than he had before he met Annasi and that miraculous thing.

"Hah, magic…who would've guessed?" He looked at the jewel on his hand. He was still skeptical of the magic part, but with all the power it gave him, he wasn't one to question the source of it.

He honestly thought he was going to have more trouble keeping it away from his folks, but it's gone almost TOO smoothly. At first he was a little bit scared when he stood next to the tv when 'Spider-Man' talked, but May just said he seemed like a funny guy. Annasi said it was quantum masking, which functioned like quantum superposition, in that all possibilities existed until the wave function was observed.

Aka, he never had to worry about people figuring it out unless they saw him transform in person. Which was stupidly simple, but again, he wasn't one to argue when it made him money. Now the only question was what would he do from here? The wrestling circuit made the most money, but Peter wasn't sure he was keen on tossing around big sweaty guys for the rest of his life.

Maybe he could ask Adrien for tips on acting and getting into the movie business. It's not like he needed a stunt double after all, considering he could jump twenty stories and barely feel it. Heck, if that was the case, maybe he should just tell Adrien about this whole miraculous thing. The guy needed some excitement in his life given how his dad sucked eggs.

"So much to do with in so much time." He muttered himself as he reached for the door out of his dressing room. Whatever the case, he was going to make it out on top no matter what-

Smack

Peter turned his head as he opened the door, realizing that he had smacked some guy running through the halls, making a bunch of money spill into the air.

"Oh, so sorry about that. Doors, slippery little things." He looked down at the bills. "Ooh, making a withdrawal I take it." Made sense, they had to move it somewhere when paying for events.

"Stay back freak!" The guy on the ground took out a gun.

"Whoa, chill dude, no need to get offended." He raised his hand in the air. "Pretty cool prop though, almost looks real."

"I mean it!"

"Seriously, it's fine." He moved closer to help the guy …

Bang

… Then watched as the bullet bounced off his chest, falling to the ground. "…." That wasn't a prop, was it? "Weird, I felt that, but it was more like a forceful tap."

"Stop the thief!" His manager shouted, pointing at the guy with the cash.

"Damn it all!" They began running away to the elevator.

Hm, what should he do here? Peter didn't want to get involved, this wasn't any of his business, but the jerk was rude and shot at him. That didn't feel like something he should let slip by. Okay, just this once, he'd play good samaritan. "Adhesion." He stuck out his hands and aimed them at the robber.

"Almost there-!" The thief shouted….before being pulled back by the invisible force. Likely some kind of biomagnetism like how a real spider was able to stick to walls. "DAMN IT!"

Still, it was an impressive level of pull to do on this scale. "Wow, never actually tried that before-"

Smack

Peter watched as the man was pulled into the palm of his hands, hard enough to have their eyes roll into their head. "...That wasn't on purpose, you guys know that, right?"

"We got him!" A policeman ran up to the criminal and instantly placed the cuffs on him. "Alright Dean Carradine. We're finally going to lock your worthless hide behind bars."

"Gaaa…" The man groaned as he was dragged away.

"Thanks for the help Spidey!" His manager shouted, pulling him into a hug. "You totally saved my bacon."

"I …."

Beep beep beep

Oh shit, he completely forgot about the timer on his power. "Need to be on my friendly neighborhood way!" He began running to the stairs.

"Your a real hero! I'll be sure to spread the word!"

"Hero…" Peter Parker, hero….nah, that didn't sound right. It wasn't in his nature to jump tall buildings in a single bound just to save a cat or something. He had his own life to worry about.

"And that's another home cooked meal for you Sarah." May smiled, placing the bowl soup in front of the girl.

"Thank you Mrs Parker." The girl smiled, taking a sip of the meal. Just seeing the joyful faces of one person was enough to make it worth it. May decided long ago she wanted to do more than just sit in retirement with her family. After all, the family motto was 'with great power must also come great responsibility'. She may only be a Parker by marriage, but she was determined to live up to those simple yet wise words as much as possible.

So she went to work with Feast. A non charity company dedicated to helping people off the streets, with a roof to sleep under and food in their stomach. Run by Martin Li, who was just the most gentle soul she's seen from someone other than Ben. "Another life saved, eh May?" Said husband chuckled, patting her on the back.

"I'm just doing what any normal rational person would do in the same position." She chuckled from the teasing.

"You'd be surprised at how often it takes being irrational to help others."

She smiled at his sense of humor. "Where's Peter, I thought he was coming by?"

"He said he was going for a run to keep in shape." He grinned. "If you want my opinion, he wants to look good for Anna's niece."

"I certainly hope so. She and I have been trying to set them up for a while." May couldn't help but role her eyes. "He keeps telling me they're firmly in 'the friend zone'. What does that even mean?"

"It means he probably doesn't feel ready. Remind me how long it took for us to ask each other out?"

"Exactly, we're preventing another tragedy." She joked.

Ben chuckled. "Come now, I wouldn't exactly call us a … a …" He trailed off, pain enveloping his face.

"Ben, dear, you alright?" She asked in concern.

"I…I…" He looked like he was gasping.

"Ben!?"

"May, stay back!" Martin Li came up as her husband began falling to the ground. "I've seen this before, he's having a heart attack!"

"No, Ben, please!" She shouted.

"May, call an ambulance!" Martin shouted, holding onto her husband. "It's going to be fine Ben, you'll pull through!" Please … please pull through.