Spider-Man: New Home

New York was burning the streets full of invaders from another world.
A young teen boy was running through the back alleyways of the city avoiding being seen.
He was wearing a red suit with blue in some places a web pattern across all the red a mask with white lens and black rimming the edge of them a white spider on his chest and back.
Almost there then Strange can get us out of this place, He panted.
About two minutes later he arrived at a door opening it and squeezing inside he went down a flight of stairs now in a dark basement the walls made of stone an old style to the collum's holding the thick stone ceiling up he walked to a dip in the floor a circle of stairs and a floor with a bowl a top another much smaller collum.
You're late a figure called out from the other side of the bowl his outline only visible despite the dim light of the room.
You haven't been up there for a while Strange it's gotten even worse somehow.
That's to be expected Thanos didn't hold back any of his forces when he invaded.
You sure he's looking for the stones?
I do why else would he send such a large army.
Maybe because he's mad, we survived Titan.
Perhaps but after Tony died fighting him it's only natural, he'd want us dead for stealing the stones.
Now we must finish the spell and get you out of here.
What do you mean you you're coming to?
The figure gave a slight chuckle.
The spell only works on one person and since you're the youngest of us both and you're not going to die soon.
Wha-..., the young teen was cut off by a loud explosion.
We need to do the spell now!
O-okay what do we do?
After a few minutes later it was ready, and the figure started casting.
The ground started falling away then the walls then the ceiling until they were floating the large expanse of space in front of them then the young teen feeling something pull him back looking behind him, he saw a black hole.
Goodbye kid...
Peter Parker woke up a cold sweat on his face.
The 13-year-old boy breathing heavily.
That dream again, he looked at his alarm clock it read 4:00, he sighed rubbing his eyes and yawning he got out of his bed stretching.
He looked at his calendar a day a week from now circled with red marker with the words also in red marker moving day.
He'd been dreading that day all month since Uncle Ben announced that they were moving to Japan he was upset that they were leaving New York, looking outside his bedroom window at the giant towers of Manhattan across the river, he blinked seeing the city on fire the portals in the sky the flying creatures, he blinked again they were gone the city as it was always.
The next morning, he left his room into the main room of the small apartment seeing Uncle Ben at the table reading the news on his laptop Aunt May in the kitchen making breakfast. Morning, he said groggily they smiled back in response you ready for the science convention after school Pete?
Uncle Ben said looking up from his laptop.
Peter Shrugged yeah sure it's going be fun.
At a glance you wouldn't think Peter was very smart average grades at most, but he was a super genius A's across the board besides English and Spanish, he just rarely showed it because school didn't challenge him enough.
Uncle Ben has had him learning Japanese in his free time, and he could understand most words by now.
See guys later, he said grabbing a bagel before leaving the apartment putting on his hoodie, school the bane of every kid's bane of existence including Peter's but not because of the actual schoolwork because of the bullies.
Peter was quirk less and that was the equivalent of having no friends because he was the weirdest kid in the school because he was to make it simple.
But none were worse than Flash Tompson and his quirk was...slightly above peak performance.
Peter sat in the classroom bored out of his mind all this middle school stuff was so boring!
Peter thought to himself.
Atleast there was the science convention Uncle Ben was taking him to.
He spent the rest of the day avoiding most people, until he couldn't, Flash was making fun him as usual.
Finally school was over, Peter started packing his backpack.
What's up loser, a voice said from behind Peter.
Not now Flash don't you have someone else to pick on, Peter said turning around to face the bully.
We both know you're the one worth bullying in this school.
Why's that?
Because you don't have a quirk.
Peter shrugged starting to walk past, yeah so what?
Flash blocked his path, you already know what's wrong with that you're a freak.
That sentence really struck a nerve in Peter, but he knew not to fight Flash, instead he just pushed past him.
It always bothered Peter that he was quirk less, but he had mastered hiding it from people, he was great at hiding a lot if things that's why no one has realized his lack of sleep yet.
Once Peter got back to the apartment, he found a note on the kitchen counter.
Went with May to get some stuff in the city sorry you should still go to the convention I know how much you were looking forward to it, there's enough money on the table for a taxi ride there and back, there was a ticket and some cash next to the note.
At first Peter was angry that Uncle Ben couldn't come, first Peter just sat on the couch scrolling through his phone with a cracked screen after a few minutes Peter looked at the money and the ticket.
Twenty minutes later Peter was getting out of a cab he made sure to bring his camera, an event center in front of him it was quite large like most things in this city a large white building with large windows and a huge sky roof.
He walked in looking around, ticket please a cute girl said.
He got out his ticket and gave it to her she punched a hole in it and handed it back.
Have a good time, she said with a small obviously practiced smile, but he could tell she wanted to die if it meant escaping the job he couldn't blame her these jobs would make anyone miserable.
Peter walked around for about an hour taking pictures of stuff he found interesting or cool then he found a display for different spider species.
The people there were explaining each spider's unique properties Peter took a photo, he spent a couple of minutes looking at the different spider's until he felt something bite his hand he yelped in surprise swatting at his hand, he felt it smash something looking down he saw a dead spider.
He quickly rubbed it off and decided to go home.
When he unlocked the door Aunt May and Uncle Ben still weren't back, yet he was tired too tired to really care, he went to his room and laid down passing out almost at once.
He woke up darkness outside his window.
The floor was hard, must've fallen on the floor in his sleep, wait no the floors below him was...HE'S ON THE CEILING!

Author's Note: Okay I was a little bored and I just wrote a story about spidey's orgin I'll try to get better this is the first time I've written anything like this so comment you're opinion on this.