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Despite still feeling frustrated with the fact he was cheated out of the $3000 prize money, Peter was in a desperate rush to make it his way back to the library, as it was already getting dark, to hopefully avoid being seen somewhere else that could make his next conversation even worse than the last.
As he managed to make it back, Peter saw a good number of police cars passing by the street in his peripheral vision, much to his confusion. Peter then looked forward to when he heard a commotion going on before noticing a large crowd were gathering around the curb, right where he was exactly dropped off that morning.
"I can't see. What happened?"
"Old dude, man."
Upon hearing that last sentence, Peter started to get curious while at the same time feared the worse. He tried to push himself through the crowd. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me."
"Come on, folks. Keep moving, please. Keep moving. Let's go!" One of cops kept insisting with the large crowd.
"What happened? Someone got hurt."
As Peter hustled all the way through the large crowd, he looked over the cops' shoulders when he noticed a body laying on the street floor behind them.
"Stay back," One of cops said, as they struggled to push Peter back. "Hey, stay back!"
Peter's expression turned to shock the moment he realized who was really laying on the ground. "That's my uncle!" He used his strength to barged through and pushed the cop away, kneeling down next to his Uncle Ben as he saw a fatal blood wound around his waist. "What happened?"
"Carjacker. He's been shot," The cop sadly informed. "But we just called the paramedics. They're on their way."
Peter turned back with sad tears starting to glister in his eyes. "Uncle Ben? Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben?"
Ben barely lifted his head, his eyes lit up when he was glad to see his nephew with him one more time. "Peter," He mumbled happily, as his life was slowly slipping away.
"I'm here, Uncle Ben," Peter muttered, as he started to feel his tears slowly falling.
Ben tried to raise his hand, which Peter quickly hold on to. "Peter..." Before he could say anymore, he closed his eyes as his head tilted away from his nephew's eyes, dying from the blood lost.
As Peter slowly felt his Uncle's hand slipping out of his own and landed back on his chest, he started weeping in despair, dreading the fact he just lost one of his parental figures.
"They got the shooter. He's headed south on Fifth. We got three cars in pursuit," One of the cops behind Peter informed. "All right, folks. Come on, move back."
Upon overhearing the murderer's whereabouts, Peter looked forward with a cold grim look on his face, slowly standing up from the now-dead body of his uncle and walked away from the scene.
Spotting an alleyway in the corner of his eye, Peter ran towards it as he felt his anger brewing up inside for the murderer. As he continued deep with a heavy huff, Peter unzipped his grey hoodie and chuck it to the side, revealing his red makeshift wrestling costume, before putting on his gloves and mask.
When he made it to the end of the alleyway and fully in suit, Peter made a huge leap to where he could scale up the wall to reach for a higher ground to search for his Uncle's murderer.
After manoeuvring and jumping around the tall buildings, Peter landed on a vantage point where he could see the murderer's last known whereabouts on the streets below. Immediately, he saw Uncle Ben's car cutting corners and speeding into the next avenue where it crashed into the newspaper boxes while trying to escape its pursuing police cruisers.
At first, Peter hesitated to jump, considering the last time he did it at such a massive height. But knowing his Uncle's killer would get away at every second he wasted, he made a leap of faith.
In an intense rush of screaming and free-falling, Peter shot the webs from his wrists, swinging left and right in his own chase for the car.
As he was already gotten ahead of the police cruisers, he landed on top of the car with a loud thump. Without a moment of thought, Peter effortlessly thrusted his hand into the car roof, feeling the murderer's face being cupped in his palms. The car then started swerving around the lanes, no doubt in an effort to shake himself off, but thanks to his sticking abilities, Peter still managed to remain on.
Before Peter could do anything, his senses warned him of the murderer's bullets being fired at him from within the car, making him move his head out of its trajectory before being forced to leap high and land on a large truck nearby.
Although he's a distance away, Peter still kept his eyes on the fleeing car until he looked ahead to see an incoming bridge. Before he would about to get hit, Peter made an extraordinary jump so high he avoided it until he landed back down on the same truck that just past through the bridge.
With a concentrated look on the car that's now just straight ahead, Peter made a bounce over a significant distance until he landed on the hood of the car, right where he saw the murderer behind the front windshield. Peter, with all his might, threw his fist through the window, making the murderer swerve out of control.
Turning around to see the car about to crash into the front gates of a creepy-looking building near the East River, Peter made a leap to the roof. After landing on top, he looked back down to see the murderer just bailing out of Uncle Ben's car and seek refuge inside the building. To his delight, Peter took advantage of that privacy to finally confront him alone personally without any of the police's interference.
Inside the creepy building, the murderer was in a state of paranoia, constantly looking around his surroundings for anyone who would try to stop him as he was trying to find an escape route. Then, he heard a footstep moved above him. He looked up to see someone's silhouette illuminating in the searchlights, almost like as if it was stalking him.
"Who's there?!" The murderer then pointed his pistol and shot at the silhouette, who constantly dodged his incoming bullets.
As the murderer started to breath nervously after firing his shots, the silhouette, which revealed to be Peter, was web-hanging behind him, creepily stalking him like a predator waiting for its perfect moment to strike.
When the murderer spotted an exit door, he tried to run for it, only to realize it was jammed lock. He attempted to break it open by banging his shoulders against it, but before he could, Peter emerged behind him, grabbing him by the neck and smashed his face against its pane glass before being aggressively thrown across the room.
The murdered tried to regain his footing and hastily picked out his pocket knife, swiping back and forth at his sudden attacker.
Peter dodged each knife throw effortlessly before flipping backwards, kicking the knife off his hand and into the ceiling. Using it as a makeshift monkey bar, he high-kicked the murderer hard in the chest, making him fell his back against the warehouse window.
Finally able to confront the murderer who killed his Uncle Ben face-to-face, Peter removed his mask, wanting to look at him with his own two vengeful eyes.
"Don't hurt me. Just give me a chance. Just give me a chance!" The murderer cried loudly on top of his lungs, begging for his life.
"What about my uncle? Did you give him a chance? Did you?" Peter angrily lifted him up by the collar. "Answer me!"
The moment Peter held him hard against the window, the light then shined through from the outside, revealing the face of the murderer. He was left with his mouth dropped in disbelief, horrified by who he was seeing with his own eyes.
It was the same thief that got away.
Flashback to the fight promoter's office
"Stop that guy!"
A security guard tried to chase after the thief as he was fleeing away from the fight promoter's office with the bag of the money gripped in his hand.
As the thief brushed past Peter and made it to the elevator, he grew a smirk on his face as the doors were closing. "Thanks."
Flashback Ended
Peter relinquished his hold as he slowly stepped away, his horrified facial expressions looked frozen due to the overwhelming shock of guilt that was succumbing him.
The murderer laughed as he was nervously aiming his pistol between Peter's eyes. "Well, see you."
In quick reflex, Peter was knocked out of his shocked trance and grabbed his arm, twisting it painfully until he made him dropped his pistol.
The murderer started to panic as he was trembling backwards. Before anyone knew it, he accidentally tripped on a small pipe, making him fell out of the window behind him and screamed all the way down to his unfortunate death.
After hearing the loud thud from the impact, Peter lifted his head outside of the window, staring down with a deadpan expression at the murderer's now-dead body that landed flat on the docks below.
The police boat from across the river turned its headlight and shined at the broken window, where Peter's exposed. "Freeze! We've got the place completely surrounded."
Peter turned around when he heard the cops were closing in from behind, so he jumped out of the cracked window, escaping from the warehouse and out of the police's sight.
Back at the Parker house, Mary Jane was already inside the living room as she, her mother and Gwen were providing comfort for the mourning Aunt May.
Nearly an hour earlier, Gwen learned from her father that Ben Parker passed away in an attempted car theft. She arrived by the Watson's front doorstep, informing MJ and her mother of what happened. When they heard of the horrifying news, the Watsons agreed to offer support Aunt May in her times of need.
As the girls had Aunt May resting comfortably on the living room couch after seeing her passed out from a heartbroken grief due to the sudden upsetting news of her husband's passing, Mary Jane turned towards the front door when she heard someone opened it.
It was Peter.
By the look of the sorrowful expression and dried-up tears on his cheeks, MJ could tell he already knew about the news of his passing Uncle.
Gwen the first one to quickly walked up to him and engulfed him in a supporting hug.
After breaking up the hug, Peter looked over the blonde's shoulders to see MJ and her mother there, too. He felt himself jumped in surprise by the redhead when she walked up and offered her hug to him as well.
Peter slowly returned it as he felt his heart resonated with comfort and peace from her touch. Even though it's a strange feeling that was unfamiliar to him, after everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours, Peter deeply appreciated Mary Jane for being there for him in his time of grief.
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A/N: Finally reaching to the end of Peter's origins and close to beginning his crime-fighting adventure before moving onto Mary Jane's.
Sorry for the long wait, and most likely experience another delay for the next chapter, but all it matters right now is that I'm still here and still getting my envisioned story for the Original Trilogy done.
And of course, Happy 60th Anniversary, Spider-Man. Thank you for all your inspiring, heartfelt stories you've given to us over the years and for making me who I am today.
With that said, any constructive criticisms and comments would be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.
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