Chapter I
The tired teen looked out on the layered New York skyline and a sense of calmness washed over him and steadied his breathing. He ripped off his classic red mask that was designed by his mentor, Mr. Stark. A mound of light brown curls fell out and dropped down on his pale face finishing of his tired look that was framed on his face. He had been busy swinging through the mass of buildings that were clustered together in Queens as the Friendly Neighbour Spider Man. It was said that New York City was 'city that never sleeps' and Spider Man could agree with that rumor. Just like every other night he had just finished a night of crime-fighting out in Queens and was satisfied with his night's work.
Tonight, he had gone out and helped a woman and a man from a mugger, helped a lost girl find her mom, saved some man from assault and stopped a bank robbery which added some excitement to his rather dull patrol. Spider Man was known as the superhero who helped out on the more petty crimes that happened on the streets. He was nowhere near as large as the great Captain America or as famous as the impressive Iron Man that everyone knew all around the world. He was happy with just the 'friendly neighborhood Spider Man'... For now!
The night was getting darker and darker and he was slowly approaching his curfew that Tony had set for Peter... '11 pm on school nights, Pete, 1 am on weekends'. Peter was worried that Mr. Stark would hack his suit if he didn't make it back to Aunt May's before 11 and he didn't want to test out his theory.
Aunt May still had no idea about Peter's alter ego and it was important to him that Aunt May never found out about this secret that he had been keeping since the life-changing school trip. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen if she ever found out, but he did not want to know the answer to his anxious question. She was rather unstable after the dreadful occurrence of his Uncles death, it affected both of them but May handled it by drinking a lot more than usual and usually stayed home with a cheap bottle of wine and some TV show playing loudly in the background.
He opened up the window at the side of the wall and stumbled inside being careful not to alert his sleeping Aunt downstairs with the sound of his quick-paced footsteps. He quickly stripped and jumped into his bed with sleep already weighing him down. He stretched out his body and wrapped the Star Wars-themed covers over himself. Black spots soon started to cloud his vision and soon a deep sleep took over his body.
NEXT MORNING
The sleeping teen woke up to the sound of his Aunt pacing by the side of his small single bed with an angry look stretched across her face but her body was bent over in an almost sad way? Peter quickly noticed the presence of his angry Aunt and swiftly bought the Death Star duvet up to his chin for decency. His eyes flickered across to hers in the hope to give him more of an idea on why his Aunt was in his bedroom looking as angry as she did when the police told her the news of her husband. The boy kept looking for clues around her and in his cramped room while Aunt May turned around to face Peter and bough out her hand which was clutching something...
'No, no, no' Peter thought to himself as he realized what she was holding.
His Spider Man mask. His mask. His mask.
Peter started to open his mouth to explain himself before this situation went to a whole another bad, but May stopped him by cutting him off by a growl.
"You... you..." the woman screamed looking bewildered at the trembling boy.
"You, you're him. The spider guy? Peter... you sneak out at night don't you, going around and terrorizing Queens while I stay innocent in the house that you were meant to protect me in after you killed Ben. You're nothing but a murderer and you.. yo-" the woman spilled out with a rage that Peter feared.
"No... no. May I can explain, it is good. I help, protect and I tried to protect you and keep you safe. I'm sorry i-i-it was an accident I didn't mean for him to die. I am so so sorry" the words trembled out of Peter's mouth in an exhilarating rush as tears dripped down his face.
Breath, breath, breath. In and out. Peter repeated in his mind trying to subside a growing panic attack that he was all too familiar with.
Despite seeing the crying and trembling teen, May still carried on with the rant that was echoing throughout the small house that they owned at the end of one of the many streets in Queens.
"I can not believe you have been betraying me and just sneaking out away from everything. You are putting yourself in danger and when you die and when you mess up and get imprisoned away then I am by myself. Me... alone. You would do that won't you because you don't care about me or Ben? You were a burden to your parents and know me... I- I- Get out... Now. I can't even... Go!" May shouted the last line with so much anger that Peter jumped out of the room where a bag was thrown out in the hallways.
"Aunt May... Please? I am sorry", Peter begged with a desperate look etched across his face.
In response, May just glared back at the boy and looked to find the closest thing near her which happened to be a glass filled with water from yesterday. She swiftly grabbed it up and threw it with great force. Peter knew it was coming... he could sense it from his spider-sense but just stand there against the wall with the packed bang clung against his chest and his breath held in.
The glass smashed to the side of his face on the dusty blue walls just missing him by a centimeter. The glass shards shattered wildly around and echoed out a painful sound. Peter felt a dull ache in certain parts of his body where the glass was poking out and fresh blood dribbled down each cut.
That wasn't what hurt the most for Peter. The way May was calling him a murderer and finally confessing her true feelings towards him... That's what hurts. 'She was right' he thought to himself.
She was right.
Peter slowly edged away to the door and May pointed an accusing finger towards the door.
"Go!" Shouted Aunt May one more time before pushing the innocent teen outside and slamming the door in his face...
"I'm sorry", cried the boy one last time as he banged on the outside of the door for a whole ten minutes. The cries slowly subsided and he took off running off down the streets with a backpack slung over his shoulder and tear-stained cheeks.
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Wow, I really hate May right now in this... I'm sorry she is like this ):
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