Peter jogged to school. But to passerbys he looked like an athlete, as he blurred past them. He couldn't wait to get to school, so he could tell Carla about his powers. He finally got to school and took a seat in his class. The teacher walked in and taught the class for a while and went out. Peter was about to leave the class and meet Carla when Flash pushed him. But to his surprise Peter didn't fall, instead he felt like he had pushed a wall. Peter turned back and saw Flash and his goons surrounding him.
"Hey Parker. You've been acting real cocky these days, why don't I remind you your place in this school." Flash said, throwing a punch.
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Peter ducked in time and the punch hit another of Flash's goons. He looked round and counted the goons, they were five in number, excluding Flash. He grabbed one and smashed his head on the table, delivering a round house kick to another, knocking both of them out.
"Five left." He muttered to himself, as he looked round and noticed the stares his classmates were giving him. Flash and his four goons rushed in trying to attack at once. Peter jumped on the neck of one, making him lose balance and fall down, but Peter wasn't letting him go easily as he smashed his hands on his head, knocking him out. Peter, still on the ground, stood with his hands and delivered an upper kick with his leg, knocking another one out. A going grabbed a table and tried to toss it at him, but Peter grabbed it and slammed it on his leg, and then his head. The last goon ran towards him but Peter just grabbed his collar and headbutted him, knocking him out. Flash stood facing Peter. It was now a one V one and Flash was more than willing to duck the fade but he didn't wanna lose face. They ran towards each other, both sides getting ready for a hard fight. Flash attacked first, throwing a punch as fast as he could. Peter dodged it very easily and grabbed Flash's shirt, lifted him up, and smashed him on the ground. Then he went ahead to kick Flash, earning him some cheers because the students loved a good fight. He kicked Flash out of the classroom, and followed him outside, his classmates hot behind them. Peter got close to Flash and stepped on his stomach, causing the bully to scream in pain.
"Ned record this shit." Harry said, not believing his eyes.
"I'm going live." Ned replied, sporting a grin.
Peter continued stomping his foot on Flash and soon the cheers turned into murmurs. The students stared at him in horror as Flash coughed blood. They loved a good revenge story but Peter was going too far now.
"Parker-please!" Flash managed to say, but Peter was too consumed in his hatred to hear him. Some teachers soon rushed into the crowd and grabbed Peter, but he violently shoved them away.
"When he was bullying me all these years where the hell were you!" Peter screamed at them, making the teachers step back in fear. Soon, the police came (after a student called them), and Peter was taken away. He was kept in an empty cell, and some hours later uncle Ben arrived. He was extremely angry.
The moment Peter walked out of the cell, after he had been hailed, uncle Ben slapped him really hard, causing him to stumble slightly. The cops were shocked at this sight, but they didn't react.
"I am disappointed in you. Get in the car." Uncle Ben said, walking away.
"Ben! This dude has been bullying me since I could think by myself! He deserved this!" Peter said, walking after Ben.
"What did I tell you about power? I said just because you can hurt someone, doesn't mean you should! You've become stronger, amd instead of you to use your strength for the good of people, you attempt murdering your friend!" Ben yelled back, his anger very evident.
"He isn't my friend!" Peter replied, raising his voice now.
"Shut up and get in the car!"
Peter took a step forward, and then paused.
"No. What if I don't want to get into the car? What if I don't want to go home? What's gonna happen?" Peter asked, disobeying Ben for the first time.
Ben stared at Peter in complete shock, refusing to believe his ears.
Before he could speak, Peter ran away, leaving Ben alone and speechless. He called out for Peter but the latter ran like he had adrenaline for lunch.
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Peter sat alone on a rooftop. His conversation with Ben repeated itself in his head. He wanted to apologize but something in him refused. He convinced himself that Ben was wrong and he was right. Peter looked at the dark sky and sighed, wondering how things turned out like this.
Soon he heard his name, it was Ben. His old uncle had entered the cold night to search for him. All Peter's anger and defiance washed away, and he jumped from the building and ran to Ben, hugging him tightly.
"Woah! I thought you were trying to kill me!" Ben said, hugging Peter back.
"I'm sorry uncle Ben." Peter cried, tears running down his face.
"It's alright Peter. But always remember, with great power, comes great responsibility." Ben said, consoling him. Suddenly, a cry for help was heard. Peter grabbed Ben and whispered that they should run, but Ben refused. The latter ran towards the sound, not caring about any risk. Peter carefully followed behind, scared and shivering.
Ben saw man trying to rob a lady, and he immediately yelled for him to stop.
But then the woman turned to face him and both of them burst into laughter. The woman pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ben.
"Run me your pockets old man." She said, smugly smirking.
"What-no! Please I don't have any money on me." Ben begged, but they didn't listen. The man came over and punched Ben, causing the old man to fall. Peter wanted to help, but he was too scared.
Ben reached into his pocket to give them the little change he had, but the lady thought he was bringing out a weapon and she shot him.
Peter wanted to scream but he shut his mouth. The robbers panicked and decided to run, but a bright Flash of lightning struck, and Peter saw their faces.
As soon as they left, Peter ran to uncle Ben. But he was too late, Ben had died. He wept like never before, screaming loudly and cursing himself.
"I'm so useless! It's all my fault!" He kept on crying, but then he suddenly stopped.
"No....not anymore." He stood up and ran towards the direction of the robbers. And he saw them trying to get a car. He shot a web and pulled both of them towards himself. The man panicked and shot rapidly, but Peter dodged all the bullets. He webbed the woman to a wall, and walked towards the man. The man tried to shoot but he had run out of bullets. Peter punched him and he immediately fell down in pain. He webbed a brick to his hand, and started pounding it in his head. The man screamed and begged Peter to stop, occasionally trying to defend himself but this made Peter break both of his arms. The woman cried as she watched Peter brutally murder her companion. Soon the man was dead, his face disfigured.
Peter turned to face the woman, and she began struggling, even screaming for help.
*No one would help you. I just imagine how you feel, knowing you'll die tonight?" Peter asked, his voice dark and scary, and he had a twisted expression on his face. He webbed her arms and legs to each other and carried he up, to the top of a building. And ignoring her screams, he tossed her down. She crashed into various poles and rods before finally hitting the ground. Peter jumped from the building, before she could process the pain, and landed on her leg.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" She screamed in maddening pain.
"Oops I was supposed to hit your head, but I missed. Why don't we try that again?" Peter said, climbing the building again.
"No.... please.....spare me....." She begged, but Peter wasn't even listening. He muttered to himself like a mad man.
Jumping down again, he landed on her other leg. Another deafening scream was heard, but it was no use because they were in an abandoned area.
Peter repeated the process, this time breaking both of her arms instead. Before finally webbing her upside down, and continued stabbing her, till she was dead.
Peter felt nor remorse, instead, he casually took off his bloody hoodie and pants, then swung back to Ben. He paused on a rooftop when he saw the police there. Seeing that Ben's body had been seen, he swung home. There he buried his clothes in the backyard, and walked into his house in his underwear. May was pacing around the living room, crying. The moment she saw Peter, she hugged him like her life depended on it. Peter burst into fresh tears, pulling aunt May even closer.
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Peter missed school for a while, but his friends kept on visiting. Through them he learnt that due to his beating Flash had been hospitalised. He didn't care about Flash though, and he had already recovered from Ben's death. Peter had something else in mind, and that was developing his costume. He had already ordered red and blue Spandex so he could create what he had seen in his dream. More days passed and Peter had gotten his order, and so he began sewing. He already had the design in his head, so he didn't take long.
Some days passed and he finally finished. He put on his suit and stared at the mirror, before finally putting on his mask.
He looked into the evening sky, and took a deep breath. He had resolved that as long as he had these powers, what had happened to uncle Ben shouldn't happen to anyone else. Because that was his responsibility.
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New York was taken by surprise at tge arrival of this hero. The man in red and blue Spandex who swung around saving people from crimes. Jonah J Jameson, the owner of the Bugle, decided to make this hero his number enemy. The Daily Bugle was a news station that released newspapers and up to date news.
Peter swung round the city, spotting a boy about to fall from a bridge, and he was genuinely surprised as to how he got ended up there. He swung to the bridge and saved the boy, carrying the child to his worried father.
"Thank you!" The man said genuinely grateful. "Who are you?"
"I am Spiderman."
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The school was buzzing with talks of Spiderman when Peter returned to school. Everyone had one thing or the other to say about him. Some even started designing fan costumes and Peter even had to steal-borrow some for future purposes.
It had just been two weeks and he had already become a public figure.
He spotted Carla walking into the library and he ran after her.
She saw him and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry Peter." She whispered, trying to console him. But to get surprise he smiled at her.
"I'm alright. Uncle Ben have me a very good blessing before he died."
Together they walked into the library where they talked about everything and nothing.
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Wilson Fisk stood in his office at his company. He had a frown on his face as he watched video footage of Spiderman saving people.
"This one looks like trouble." He muttered, picking up his phone.
"What do you want Fisk?" Norman Osborn's voice asked form the phone.
"You see the Spider right?"
Norman was quiet for a while.
"Yes I do. What about him?"
"Oh don't play dumb, I know he's one of your lab toys."
"In as much as I would've loved that possibility, I hate to say it but I don't know anything about the Spider."
Fisk frowned as he ended the call. He and Norman weren't friends but he knew that Norman loved boasting and would've called him first. This meant Norman wasn't lying.
This caused his frown to deepen.