Peter Parker was born in 1925 in Berlin, Germany. His parents died in a horrific plane crash when he was 13 and was left at the mercy of the new German Reich. Later he became the youngest Panzerkommandant in 1941. However he and his crew were kidnap...
Lucky Schroder. Turns out there is records that he finished high school. However there is none about me, so I must go to school again. Maybe it won't be so bad. It would definetely be better than the Nazi school in 1935 that I attended.
In that school we had to greet everyone with the standart greeting of that time, aka "Heil Hitler". To be honest when I was appointed a commander of my tank in 1941 I got into the idea of a great German reich, just like The Furher. However I failed to see the bloodshed I caused. I spilled blood, for my country. I didn't kill soldiers, I killed civillians too. I remember every single one of the jewish faces in the concentration camp. It was a sight to be seen back then. We were told that we were perfecting the world, but instead, we were spilling blood on it.
3rd Person POV
December 15th, 7:30 p.m.
Peter insisted that he would get to his designated school on his own. Stark protested, but ended up walking away from the newly installed 105 mm tank gun. 'I regret upgrading their tank' he thought.
Just yesterday he bought a K750 Harley Davidson Cafe Racer. It was fit for him and it looked (in the author's opinnion) absolutley gorgeous.
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Peter picked out a science pun t-shirt a beige leather jacket and denim jeans, he also had aviator sunglasses.
Since he had 45 minutes left to be at his school, he decided to take it slow, wanting to see how has america changed in 70 years. He also took care to examine his classmate's profiles on social media the day before, which Peter was amazed by.
Peter's POV
I must say I'm impressed. skyscrapers are everywhere. Every single building was a skyscraper.
I stopped at a red light, skirmishing through the middle of cars in the outer and middle lane. On my left was a Ford Police car, on my right was an silver convertible Audi, from what I could tell. Cars have really changed since then. The top of the Audi was down. I saw a young man, whom I recognize from social media. I'm sure he made up the name "Flash". I gave him a look which he didn't notice.
Anyway, I reached the outskirts of Queens. All of the building there were 6 storey apartment buildings. Except one, which was my school. It had a giant soccer(European) field and a building that looked like a monastery from the 1800s
The school had a parking for cars separately and 4 parking spots for motorcycles near the entrance. I parked my motorcycle there switched off the engine. Before I could go to the entrance, that same Audi passed by. Flash noticed me. He didn't say a word. I didn't care honestly, but from the chatter errupting from nearby students I could conclude that he is an arrogant, spoiled teenager.
