SPIDER-MAN & KIM POSSIBLE: AMAZING FANTASY

-WRITTEN BY STAR SHIMMERING-

AUTHOR'S DEDICATION:

Inspired by Brian Michael Bendis

Coverart courtesy to JetXPegasus

PROLOGUE: GREAT RESPONSIBILITY

One Year Ago...

Earth: 238510KP

It was another beautiful afternoon in New York City. An ocean of individuals of two genders were milling about the busy sidewalks. Children playing in the park, and some adults walking with purposeful steps towards their destination. Trucks and buses rumbling along the roads on their way to various destinations, and cars driving down many streets.

Uncle Ben drove his car with his nephew by his side through New York. He glanced at Peter with concern adorning his countenance. For the past few days, he noticed his nephew has been acting weird lately. Neither he nor May couldn't recall the last time they had ever spoken to Peter. His normal daily chores had decreased, and to top it all off, Peter had been doing strange experiments in his room. Experiments that Ben still couldn't wrap his brain around.

Uncle Ben faced the road. With all of this in mind, he knew he could not let this be. Peter is a good kid; he knows it, and May knows it as well. But this? This was just stupid, even for someone as smart as Peter.

All the more reason to have a talk with his dear nephew.

He'll never know if he'll get another opportunity like this again.

"Thanks for the ride, Uncle Ben." Peter said, about to reach for the handle. Uncle Ben tapped his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Woah, woah, hold it, son. We need to talk." Uncle Ben said.

Peter blinked in bewilderment.

"Well, we can talk later." Peter insisted. Uncle Ben shook his head.

"We can talk now. If you let me." Uncle Ben persisted, frowning at him.

Peter raised a brow at his uncle. "What do we have to talk about? Why now?"

"We haven't talked for so long," Uncle Ben began, his tone laced with genuine concern. "May and I don't know who you are; you shirk your chores. You have all those weird experiments in your room. And worse off, you're starting fights at school. Especially after you broke that Thompson boy's ribs."

Peter frowned. "Uncle Ben, come on. I didn't start that fight, I told you and Aunt May this!"

Uncle Ben narrowed his eyes on him.

"But you sure as hell ended it."

Peter glanced down at the floor. There was a pause between the two.

"You're changing," Uncle Ben continued, smiling at his nephew. "Trust me, I went through exactly the same thing at your age."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle.

"No. Not exactly." Peter replied.

Uncle Ben's smile didn't waver.

"Peter… These are the years when a man changes into the man he's gonna become for the rest of his life. Just be careful who you change into."

Uncle Ben turned away and folded his arms.

"You know, your father, God rest his soul," Uncle Ben began. "Your father, and many other Parkers' before me and him had a philosophy that they held to pretty strongly. And it's one that served our family very well. Your father believed 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 helped people or 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."

The elderly man turned back at his nephew. He placed his hand on Peter's shoulder while smiling at him.

"Don't try to be someone else. Don't try to be less. Great things are going to happen to you and your life, Peter. Great things. And with Great Power, then must come Great Responsibility."

Uncle Ben leaned a little close to Peter while still holding his warm trademark smile.

"Promise me, Peter. Promise me you'll remember that."