Peter was on his skateboard going home after a long day. As he approached his house, he noticed Ben sitting on the porch.

"Hey." Peter greeted Ben. "Hey, I thought you..."

"Didn't you forget something?" Ben asked, but his tone was angry.

"What?" Peter asked, confused. Then, his phone rang.

"No, don't answer that, but I'm glad to know it's working." Ben said, but Peter still looked lost. "You owe your aunt an apology, bigtime." Peter realized what he meant. "Be a man. Get in there and apologize." Peter entered the house with Ben in tow.

"I'm sorry, Aunt May." Peter apologized.

"Honestly, you don't have to apologise to me." May said, trying to reassure her nephew.

"The hell he doesn't." Ben said, sarcastically.

"Ben." May warned.

"Look, I'm sorry, I got distracted." Peter said.

"Oh, he got distracted." Ben stated. "Your aunt, my wife, had to walk 12 blocks alone in the middle of the night and then wait in a deserted subway station because you got distracted."

"Ben, sweetheart, honestly, I am completely capable of walking home..." May began.

"You will not defend this boy!" Ben yelled to May.

"I'm not defending..." May tried to say.

"You are defending him." Ben said. "Listen to me, son."

"Yeah, go ahead." Peter said.

"You're a lot like your father." Ben said. "You really are, Peter, and that's a good thing, but your father lived by a philosophy, a principle. He believed that if you could do good things for other people you had a moral obligation to do those things. That's what's at stake here. Not choice. Responsibility."

"That is nice." Peter said, but his voice sounded sad. "That's great. That's all well and good. So where is he?"

"What?" Ben asked.

"Where is he?" Peter asked again. "Where's my dad? He didn't think it was his responsibility to be here to tell me this himself?" With each question his tone shifted from sad to mad.

"Oh, come on, how dare you." Ben said.

"How dare I? How dare you?!" Peter snapped at Ben. After a few seconds of silence, Peter left for the door.

"Where you going?" Ben asked. "Peter, come back here, please."

Peter slammed the door behind him while also inadvertently break the glass on the door. Peter was shocked for a second before he left.

"Ben, leave him alone for a little while. He'll be all right." May said. But Ben chose to go after Peter. Carefully watching where he stepped, he left to find his nephew.

"Peter!" Ben called out, eventually ending up in the city. "Peter? Peter!" He continued to call out unaware that Peter was above him.

Later, Peter went to a convenient store and decided to purchase a bottle of milk.

"It's 2.07." The cashier said. Peter put down two dollars and a nickel for the cashier, but he wasn't having it. "It's 2.07."

"Yeah. No, I know." Peter said.

"Yeah, you're holding up the line." The cashier said, while Peter grabbed two pennies from the donation pile. "No. You can leave a penny, you can't take a penny."

"What?" Peter asked, confused.

"You can leave a penny anytime, you have to spend 10 dollars to take a penny." The cashier said. "It's store policy. You gonna pay? You're holding up my line."

"I don't have 2 cents." Peter said.

"You can't afford milk, just step aside." The cashier said. "What, Daddy didn't give you enough milk money today?"

"We're talking about 2 cents." Peter said, sounding unfair.

"Just step aside, kid." The cashier said, as the guy behind Peter placed his six pack of beer on the counter.

Peter reluctantly gave up and took his money. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a noise and and saw the guy had knocked something over.

"Really?" The cashier asked, dumbfounded before he went to pick it up.

As the cashier bent down, the guy stuck his hand in the register and took some cash. He noticed Peter looking at him and tossed him the milk before leaving. Peter thought about it for a moment before letting it go and left. The cashier stood up and saw the cash was gone.

"Yo, not cool, bro." The cashier said. Outside, Peter saw the guy left as the cashier walked out. "Hey, man, stop! Somebody stop that guy! Hey, kid, little help?"

"Not my policy." Peter said, before walking the opposite way.

"Somebody stop that dude!" The cashier yelled. "Hey! Hey, stop! Somebody stop that dude!"

Ben noticed this as it was heading his direction. The guy fell in front of Ben, also dropping a gun he had on him. After a brief stare down, the guy rushed for the gun.

"Hey!" Ben yelled, trying to stop whatever the guy would do next.

They both struggled with the gun. In the midst of the struggle, the man had pulled the trigger as the gun was aimed at Ben, killing him. The guy shocked by what he had done ran from the scene. Peter heard the gunshot and went to see what happened. When he got there, he saw his uncle on the ground, bleeding out. Peter quickly put his hands on the wound to keep the blood pressure in.

"Oh, God, oh, God." Peter said, his voice starting to quiver. "Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben. Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance!" He yelled before turning his attention to his dead uncle. "Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben. Oh, God, oh, my God. Oh, God. No. Oh, Jesus."

Peter knew what happened, despite wanting to deny it. His uncle had died.

Later, police were at Peter's home asking a distraught May some questions.

"Witnesses gave a description to the sketch artist." The cop said. "I need you to take a look." He showed May the picture.

"No, I don't know him." May said, sadly.

"I didn't expect you would, ma'am." The cop said. "Homicide detectives are on it. We'll see what they turn up."

"Okay." May said. The cop was about to leave when Peter stopped him.

"Can I have that?" Peter asked for the wanted paper.

"Sure." The cop said, giving him the paper. Peter looked at the picture and realized that it was the same man he let go. "There's one other thing. He has a star, tattooed on his left hand."

The cop left as Peter looked at the crying Aunt May with guilt, knowing that he had unintentionally killed his uncle. In his room, Peter saw a voicemail from Ben and decided to hear it.

"Peter," Ben's voice said, "I know things have been difficult lately, and I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling." But Peter turned off his phone, not wanting to hear it anymore.

At school, Peter was walking down the hallway as people were giving him sad looks, knowing what happened. Flash walked by and noticed Peter and decided to talk to him.

"Hey, Parker." Flash said.

"Not today." Peter muttered.

"Come on, I just want to talk." Flash said, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder. This caused Peter to turn around and pin him against the lockers. "It feels better, right? Look, your uncle died. I'm sorry. I get it. I'm sorry. Okay?"

Peter takes a few deep breaths and sets Flash down. He picks up his things and walks away while Gwen walks in front of him.

"Peter." Gwen said, hugging him. But Peter didn't return it and lightly pushed pass her as she continued looking at him sadly.

Later at home, Peter's guilt continued to overwhelm him so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Pulling a blanket over a sleeping May, Peter left to find his uncle's killer. He was out at night, walking down a certain part of town when he'd heard a guy yelling at some girl pushing her against the brick wall as they screamed at each other.

"Stay away from him." The guy said, shoving the woman against the wall. "You understand? Stay away from Joey."

"Hey!" Peter yelled out, gaining their attention. "You like beating on girls? You like beating on old men?"

"Hey, pal keep walking." The guy said. "You're in the wrong place."

"When were you in Queens?" Peter asked, shoving the guy. "I asked you a question." Then the guy pulled out a gun.

"Nicky, no!" The woman cried out. But Peter grabbed his wrist not impressed.

"That the gun? You gonna kill me too?" Peter asked, his voice was calm and the guy lets out a groan of pain dropping the gun as Peter crushed the bones in his wrist. Peter punched him twice before throwing him into the opposite wall. Another guy emerged from the alley, baseball bat in hand, the original thug's friend Peter surmised. The guy with the bat hit Peter in the back and Peter elbowed him and tossed him aside. Now there were about 5 of them.

Peter realized his mistake and started run away with the gang after him. He dodged an attempted hit before jumping over a fence. He ran to a pipe and began to climb up to a fire escape. Due to his abilities, the gang couldn't climb up after him and so decided to go around. Jumping on a wall, his power to cling made him stick to it and began wall crawling to the roof. Once he got on the roof, the doors burst open revealing the gang and he began running again. Sticking on the walls, he smacked some men away. Getting onto the roof, he spotted the guy from earlier and ran at him. He dodged his punch and kicked his feet out from underneath him. The man fell slipping over the side of the building, but Peter caught his left hand and pushed his sleeve down. He remembered what the cop said.

He has a star tattooed on his left hand. Peter's mind flashed back.

The man in question looked terrified dangling off a building with just Peter stopping him from falling. Peter pulled up both his wrists till he had a grip on the side and then let him go so the man could pull himself up. His goons ran around the corner and Peter was getting ready to make a break for it when the roof beneath him caved in. Peter fell landing hard on an old boxing ring. He had the air knocked out of him for a moment but he recovered quickly, faster than any normal human, but Peter knew he wasn't exactly normal, not anymore.

"I know what you look like!" A guy said. "You hear me? I've seen your face!"

Peter didn't respond as he sat up stretching his muscles and looking around. He caught site of an old wrestling billboard and he knew what he needed; a mask. A secret identity. He remembered when he used to read comic books when he was little and saw that all superheroes had them.

It took a few days, but he was able to make a mask with glasses. He continued his search. He saw a mugging happen and interfere it. He pinned the guy against the wall and checked his wrist but no star.

"Engineered from genetically enhanced spiders, Oscorp's BioCable tensile strength is unparalleled." An advertisement said as Peter was eating. "We're just beginning to understand all the potential industrial applications. A single pellet can safely store several hundred meters of the lightweight cable."

A package arrived for Peter and it was the bio cables. He used parts from a watch to test this out. The first test caused him to get shocked.

"Mother..." Peter hissed, biting back a curse word.

Another test backfired on him, spraying webs everywhere. Finally, he got a successful test as it fired a single web strand. He flicked the web and it caused a sound.

Now all that was left was the final test run. It would be the most dangerous, and if it didn't work Peter would be a smudge of the cement below. But oddly enough, even with that looking over him, Peter felt more thrilled than scared. He had faith in his inventions. He made sure he was on top of a tall building in order for this to work. Peter laid his hand on the roofs ledge and slowly lifted himself up into a handstand being careful to keep his balance, next he pushed himself up on his fingertips, then two fingers, finally one hand. It was incredible and so easy! And without giving himself time to over think or worry Peter let himself fall off the side until he was plummeting toward the ground.

"WOOOHOOOO!" Peter yelled out in excitement. He then fired some webbing on the nearest window washing platform swinging down and walking along a bunch of cafe tabletops. He definitely needed to recalibrate a little if he didn't want to accidentally end up like a bug on a car windshield. Still, for a first time, it was a complete success.

"Attention, all units in the confines of Precinct 13," a police dispatcher said, "receiving a 10-30... on West 19th Street and Broadway. Assailant is Caucasian male, mid-30s... 170 to 180 pounds... shoulder-length blond hair. Last seen on foot heading eastbound on 19th Street."

He pulled down his mask leapt off the building. He fired a web at the helicopter nearby and swung to the location. He found the guy and webbed him up. He checked his wrist but he wasn't the guy he was looking for and left him for the police.

At the police precinct, Captain George Stacy was walking alongside his second in command, Yuri Watanabe.

"You got a description?" George asked.

"Well, no, he wears a mask." Yuri said.

"A mask?" George asked, incredulously.

"Most of his victims are suspects with serious rap sheets." Yuri said. "They're calling him a vigilante."

"Okay, he's not a vigilante, he's an anarchist." George said. Just then, someone was hung in front of the precinct by a web wrapped around him.

"Help me, somebody!" The man said. "Arrest me! Get me out of here."

"Hey. Look!" Someone said, pointing to something.

Everyone saw Peter in disguise swinging by a web and started taking pictures. Captain Stacy looked at the person and decided to take matters into his own hands should he ever appear again.

However, a red headed woman was drinking a coffee when the events unfolded and saw Peter in disguise as well. She pulled out her phone and called her boss.

"Sir, I think I may have something." The woman said. "I'll get back to you as soon as I learn more."

Later, Peter was in his room deciding to use a better disguise. He went to his computer and started to look up what he could find.

"Spandex. Spandex. Everything. Spandex." Peter said, looking through the designs.

At school, Peter was walking behind a couple of students who were discussing

"Extraordinary velocity vector is a function of both mass and acceleration." A student said.

"Come on, you know better than anyone the weight of the ball on any pendulum has no effect on swing speed." His friend said.

"It doesn't affect frequency, but it's totally a factor in momentum." He said back.

Finally getting the materials, he made a new suit, improved his mask, and made new web shooters. Later, he swung around in his new suit. Afterwards, he was looking over the city when his phone rang. He dug in his backpack and pulled out his phone and answered it.

"Hey, Aunt May." Peter said. "Yeah. Eggs? Organic, got it."

At night, a man was walking to a car and puts a device on the lock to disarm it. Once it was unlocked, he entered the car in an attempt to steal it. During this, he was unaware that someone was in the backseat.

"You know, in the future, if you're gonna steal cars... don't dress like a car thief, man." Spider-Man said.

"What are you? You a cop?" The thief asked.

"Really?" Spider-Man asked, as if he just said something stupid. "You seriously think I'm a cop? Cop in a skin-tight red-and-blue suit? You know, you're... " He shot him in the face with his webbing for being an idiot. The car thief panicked trying to open the door but Peter shot out some more webbing using it to pull the door closed. "You've got a mind of the true scholar, sir. I was going more for the guys who do the luge." The guy decided to use the window. "Good thinking. Get out the window. There you go. You got it." The thief looked back and saw that he was gone. He around trying to find him. "Crotch!" Spider-Man came in swinging and wrapped his legs around the thief's neck and flipped him. The thief then pulled out a knife,

"Just let me go." The thief said.

"Is that a real knife?" Spider-Man asked, mocking and faking his fear.

"Yes, it's a real knife." The thief said.

"My weakness, it's small knives." Spider-Man continued to fake.

"Just let me go." The thief said.

"Anything but... knives!" Spider-Man said, before firing a web at the thief's knife hand. "Oh, it's so simple. That was cool."

"What is this?" The thief asked, trying to free his hand.

"Webbing I developed." Spider-Man explained. "I don't think you want to know."

"Let me go!" The thief said, but Spider-Man fired another web at his other hand.

"Okay, one second. Hold on, one second." Spider-Man said, fake sneezing and firing a web at his crotch.

"Knock it off, man." The thief said, as Spider-Man continued to fire web after web. "No! Come on, let me go. Stop it! That isn't funny."

"It is kind of funny." Spider-Man said, laughing:

"Help!" The thief cried.

"Shh." Spider-Man shushed, and a web at his mouth. Then, all humor left him as he went up to him and checked his wrist and found no star. "This could've gone a lot worse. Now hold still." He cut around his the thief's nostrils, allowing him to breathe. Then, a police siren was heard as a cop approached the scene. "Boys in blue here. Yo, I got him. He's not going anywhere."

"Freeze!" The cop said. "You in the tights, don't move."

"You serious?" Spider-Man asked.

"Who are you?" The cop asked.

"No one grasps the concept of the mask." Spider-Man said.

"Freeze!" The cop said, and fired at the masked man. But Spider-Man dodged all the bullets and flipped over the cop, taking his gun.

"I just did 80 percent of your job." Spider-Man said. "And that? That's how you repay me?"

"Hold it right there!" The cop said.

Spider-Man was now running on a highway as multiple cop cars were chasing him. He got on top of a 18 wheeler and swung down.

"Well, that was fun." Spider-Man said. He collided with a bus that driving and rolled alongside it and fell to the street. He got to his knees when a cab came up.

"What are you doing?" The driver asked. But Spider-Man used his cab and jumped up firing webs to gel him swung.

"Hey, watch out. I'm swinging here." Spider-Man said, cheering as he swung away.

"So 38 of New York's finest... versus one guy in a unitard. Am I correct?" George asked, but was met with silence.

Later, Peter returned home and went to the fridge. Despite not looking, he knew his aunt was waiting for him.

"You don't have to wait up for me." Peter said, still looking at the fridge.

"Yes, I do." May said.

"No, you don't." Peter answered.

"Yes, I do." May said again. "Where were you?"

"I was out." Peter said.

"Did you get the eggs?" May asked. That's when Peter realized.

"Nope." Peter said, about to leave. "Forgot the eggs. I'm gonna get them now.

"No, you most certainly will not." May said, closing the door. "Not at this hour. Look at me, Peter." Peter refused to turn. "Take off the damn hood and look at me." Peter finally relented and pulled back his hood. May gasped at the sights of his bruised and cut face. "Peter. Where do you go? Who does this to you?"

"Please go to sleep, Aunt May." Peter said.

"Please tell me." May begged.

"Aunt May, please, please, please go to sleep." Peter begged.

"I can't sleep." May snapped. "Don't you understand? I can't sleep." It was silent until a tea kettle blew steam and it was removed from the stove. "Peter, listen to me. Secrets have a cost. They're not for free. Not now, not ever."

Peter stood contemplating her words before leaving to his room, leaving May even more worried.

In an unknown location, the woman who saw Peter swing was talking with her boss, showing him footage of him.

"And you're certain that this person is dangerous?" The man asked.

"I'm not certain of anything at the moment." The woman said. "All I know is what police have been reporting. This person has been targeting wanted men that fit a specific description. Sounds like a vendetta against someone."

"Maybe." Her boss said. "Or maybe he's desperate. We've seen that before in the past."

"Yes sir." The woman said. "But I have this feeling that there's more to this whole thing that I'm not seeing. Give me time and I'll see if he's a threat or not."

"Ok, Romanoff." Her boss said. "You have two weeks to find out more about this guy. I want updates everyday."

"Yes, Fury." The woman, Natasha Romanoff said. "I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." Her boss, Nick Fury said.

I'm alive folks. Sorry for not updating for a while, but with everything starting to settle down, I should be updating when I can. And for those wondering, I didn't abandon my Miraculous Arkham series. I'm working on the next chapter for that story.

Also, I might be doing some stories for My Hero Academia. I'm still trying to catch up with the series along with watching Season 6. So if you have any questions or ideas for me, feel free to say them

But other than that, here's the next chapter. Next time, Peter gets a date and Connors gets mutated.

As always, let me know your thoughts.