Peter walked down the hallways like a boss. Cloud 9 baby. He had heard people use the expression before but now he knew what it was like. Millions of viewers had watched that fight, they had seen him, Peter Parker defeat a pro wrestler. Granted it was in his Spider-Man disguise but STILL! Now, all he had to do was pick up the 5k and head home. He could already tell that Aunt May and Uncle Ben would go crazy when they found out how much money he had and that he'd have to explain it, but still, if this was the kind of money he could bring home, then this would be one hell of a fun side job. And then there were the movie deals, talkshows, the works. Yep, Peter Parker's life was going to be a lot more fun from now on.
Spider-Man walked into the office and crossed his arms. "Hey there, Spider-Man, I'm here for the cash prize."
The man lit up a cigar as he counted his money.
"Excuse me? Hello?"
He turned and tossed Spider two $100 bills and waved him off.
"Hey, excuse me, the ad said $5,000."
The man took out his cigar and blew on him. "Check it again webhead. The ad said 5 grand for 5 minutes and you took him down in two. For that, I give you 2 hundred and you're lucky to get that."
"I need that money."
"I missed the part where that's my problem." He said as he went back to smoking.
"Look, I still took down the best guy you have, so you should at least give me half!"
"Do I need to call security?"
Peter glared at him, grabbed his 200 and walked away.
As he walked down the hall, a blonde man in black ran past him and into the office. The man in black threw a bag down on top of the desk. "Hey! What the hell-"
A gun was shoved in his face. "Put the money in the bag."
Peter pressed the elevator button and waited. He turned when heard the commotion and saw the robber running down the hallway with both the manager and a random security guard chasing after him. "STOP THAT GUY!" The guard yelled to him. The elevator dinged and opened up. Peter simply stepped aside and watched the robber go. The robber rapidly tapped the button and the elevator closed. "Thanks!" He said to Spider-Man.
"What the-why did you-why'd you let him go?!" The guard cursed and called the others on his radio and ran off.
The manager stood dumbfounded. "Hey, you! What were you thinking? You could have taken that guy apart and now he's going to get away with MY money!"
Peter shrugged. "I missed the part where that's my problem." He said and walked away, deciding to take the stairs.
On the way out, he changed in the bathroom and walked to where he was set to meet Uncle Ben. He heard the sirens first and then saw the lights. Peter ran over, his heart pumping. (No...no...no...nonononooo...please don't be-) Peter saw a crowd gathering and talking about what happened. "Let me through....Let Me Through!" Peter insisted as he shoved his way through the crowd. He made his way to the front. "No....No...." Peter ran over to him. His Old Uncle Ben, laying on the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. Peter fell to his knees and tried shaking him. No movement. No life in him. His eyes closed as he lay in a pool of his own blood. "UNCLE BEN! Please...please...g-get up! Get up!" Tears welled up in Peter's eyes. He rested his head against his beloved Uncle and cried his eyes out.
As he sobbed, he overheard the police talking to each other. A carjacker. He was at the old warehouse by the wharf. Peter's hands shook with rage. A car. The man had taken the life of a great man for a stupid car. The wharf. Peter stood up and ran off, shoving past the crowd and ran into an alley where he changed.
Moments later, he was on top of the building. He took a running leap off of it and sprayed his web. It caught onto the side of a building and he swung through the air, let go, flew several dozen feet through the air and then sprayed another web line, soaring over traffic below as he crossed the city with incredible speed.
It didn't take Peter long at all to cross the city and arrive at the wharf. He saw the police outside, yelling at the man inside to come out. Let them. Peter had his own plans. He sneaked past them, got behind the warehouse and climbed up the wall, opened up a window and jumped down, landing on the floor silently, he crawled behind the masked criminal.
The criminal felt a presence behind him and turned around. He could barely see the intruder in the dark but he felt his shirt get grabbed as he was thrown through the air to land on the hard ground. The man yelled in pain but managed to pick himself up as Spider-Man approached him.
He took out a knife and stabbed at the hero but Spider-Man smacked it out of his hands and then kicked him in the stomach, sending him sliding along the ground. Spider-Man leaped on top of the carjacker, lifted him up and slammed his head against the windows of a door, breaking one and then the other. Peter then backhanded him again, sending the thug sprawling. The panicked criminal spit blood from his mouth and grabbed onto a pillar and pulled himself up to his feet. "P-p-please....please...j-just stop! J-just give me a chance....JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!" He yelled in panic.
"WHAT ABOUT MY UNCLE?!" Spider-Man demanded as grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the pillar. "Did you give him a chance? DID YOU?!" Peter grabbed onto the criminal's ski mask and tore it off. "ANSWER ME-" Peter stopped cold. He could clearly see the criminal in the light now. The blond man. The man he spotted at the store. The man he let get away from him at the elevator. The man he let get away. The strength drained from Peter as he backed away in horror. Peter had the chance to stop him and he let him get away and he took away his uncle. Peter had killed his uncle. It was all his fault. The carjacker recognized him too. The punk in the costume that let him slide. He laughed, clearly getting a kick out of the irony. He pulled out his gun. "Sayonara Kid." He cocked it and prepared to fire. Peter reacted in an instant, grabbing his wrist, breaking it and twisting the gun out of his hand. Balling his hand into a fist, Peter slugged him, dropping the criminal. Peter kicked the gun away and lifted him up by his shirt, his fist raised as Peter stared down at the man. He pulled his arm back.
The police ran inside, yelling for the criminal to come out, shining lights and pointing their guns. They found the criminal tied to the pillar with what could only be described as....webbing of some sort. A police officer checked his pulse. He was unconscious, but alive.
Peter sat on top of a building, crying his eyes out. It was all his fault. He had the power to stop the man before he hurt anybody else and he failed to use it. He didn't even get to tell Uncle Ben how much he loved him, the last time he saw him was a stupid argument. Peter was such a jerk to him and all he wanted to do was help. Peter held his head in his hands as he broke down sobbing.
Aunt May heard a knock on her door and found Peter standing on the porch, he'd obviously been crying for quite awhile. Without a word, Aunt May held him close.
Spider-Man walked into the office and crossed his arms. "Hey there, Spider-Man, I'm here for the cash prize."
The man lit up a cigar as he counted his money.
"Excuse me? Hello?"
He turned and tossed Spider two $100 bills and waved him off.
"Hey, excuse me, the ad said $5,000."
The man took out his cigar and blew on him. "Check it again webhead. The ad said 5 grand for 5 minutes and you took him down in two. For that, I give you 2 hundred and you're lucky to get that."
"I need that money."
"I missed the part where that's my problem." He said as he went back to smoking.
"Look, I still took down the best guy you have, so you should at least give me half!"
"Do I need to call security?"
Peter glared at him, grabbed his 200 and walked away.
As he walked down the hall, a blonde man in black ran past him and into the office. The man in black threw a bag down on top of the desk. "Hey! What the hell-"
A gun was shoved in his face. "Put the money in the bag."
Peter pressed the elevator button and waited. He turned when heard the commotion and saw the robber running down the hallway with both the manager and a random security guard chasing after him. "STOP THAT GUY!" The guard yelled to him. The elevator dinged and opened up. Peter simply stepped aside and watched the robber go. The robber rapidly tapped the button and the elevator closed. "Thanks!" He said to Spider-Man.
"What the-why did you-why'd you let him go?!" The guard cursed and called the others on his radio and ran off.
The manager stood dumbfounded. "Hey, you! What were you thinking? You could have taken that guy apart and now he's going to get away with MY money!"
Peter shrugged. "I missed the part where that's my problem." He said and walked away, deciding to take the stairs.
On the way out, he changed in the bathroom and walked to where he was set to meet Uncle Ben. He heard the sirens first and then saw the lights. Peter ran over, his heart pumping. (No...no...no...nonononooo...please don't be-) Peter saw a crowd gathering and talking about what happened. "Let me through....Let Me Through!" Peter insisted as he shoved his way through the crowd. He made his way to the front. "No....No...." Peter ran over to him. His Old Uncle Ben, laying on the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. Peter fell to his knees and tried shaking him. No movement. No life in him. His eyes closed as he lay in a pool of his own blood. "UNCLE BEN! Please...please...g-get up! Get up!" Tears welled up in Peter's eyes. He rested his head against his beloved Uncle and cried his eyes out.
As he sobbed, he overheard the police talking to each other. A carjacker. He was at the old warehouse by the wharf. Peter's hands shook with rage. A car. The man had taken the life of a great man for a stupid car. The wharf. Peter stood up and ran off, shoving past the crowd and ran into an alley where he changed.
Moments later, he was on top of the building. He took a running leap off of it and sprayed his web. It caught onto the side of a building and he swung through the air, let go, flew several dozen feet through the air and then sprayed another web line, soaring over traffic below as he crossed the city with incredible speed.
It didn't take Peter long at all to cross the city and arrive at the wharf. He saw the police outside, yelling at the man inside to come out. Let them. Peter had his own plans. He sneaked past them, got behind the warehouse and climbed up the wall, opened up a window and jumped down, landing on the floor silently, he crawled behind the masked criminal.
The criminal felt a presence behind him and turned around. He could barely see the intruder in the dark but he felt his shirt get grabbed as he was thrown through the air to land on the hard ground. The man yelled in pain but managed to pick himself up as Spider-Man approached him.
He took out a knife and stabbed at the hero but Spider-Man smacked it out of his hands and then kicked him in the stomach, sending him sliding along the ground. Spider-Man leaped on top of the carjacker, lifted him up and slammed his head against the windows of a door, breaking one and then the other. Peter then backhanded him again, sending the thug sprawling. The panicked criminal spit blood from his mouth and grabbed onto a pillar and pulled himself up to his feet. "P-p-please....please...j-just stop! J-just give me a chance....JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!" He yelled in panic.
"WHAT ABOUT MY UNCLE?!" Spider-Man demanded as grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the pillar. "Did you give him a chance? DID YOU?!" Peter grabbed onto the criminal's ski mask and tore it off. "ANSWER ME-" Peter stopped cold. He could clearly see the criminal in the light now. The blond man. The man he spotted at the store. The man he let get away from him at the elevator. The man he let get away. The strength drained from Peter as he backed away in horror. Peter had the chance to stop him and he let him get away and he took away his uncle. Peter had killed his uncle. It was all his fault. The carjacker recognized him too. The punk in the costume that let him slide. He laughed, clearly getting a kick out of the irony. He pulled out his gun. "Sayonara Kid." He cocked it and prepared to fire. Peter reacted in an instant, grabbing his wrist, breaking it and twisting the gun out of his hand. Balling his hand into a fist, Peter slugged him, dropping the criminal. Peter kicked the gun away and lifted him up by his shirt, his fist raised as Peter stared down at the man. He pulled his arm back.
The police ran inside, yelling for the criminal to come out, shining lights and pointing their guns. They found the criminal tied to the pillar with what could only be described as....webbing of some sort. A police officer checked his pulse. He was unconscious, but alive.
Peter sat on top of a building, crying his eyes out. It was all his fault. He had the power to stop the man before he hurt anybody else and he failed to use it. He didn't even get to tell Uncle Ben how much he loved him, the last time he saw him was a stupid argument. Peter was such a jerk to him and all he wanted to do was help. Peter held his head in his hands as he broke down sobbing.
Aunt May heard a knock on her door and found Peter standing on the porch, he'd obviously been crying for quite awhile. Without a word, Aunt May held him close.