[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 next day, J. Jonah Jameson had gotten word of the officially filed fifth victim of the Carnage Killer's rampage, who's name was Raymond L/n. He reported on it, sending his condolences out to the L/n family, making sure to give his opinions on the vicious killing that was by far the most brutal kill that had been identified.

Y/n himself watched the broadcast, anger evident in his eyes as he used the remote to turn the TV off, shrouding the room in darkness.

It was four in the morning. The teenager couldn't sleep, not after seeing his own fathers body, his brutalised body.

Maybe if he wasn't at the hospital and was at home like he was before he started to speak to Gwen, maybe Raymond would still be alive, he had the power to easily take down the killer.

If only...

The superpowered teen sat in his room, starting at his phone which had Peter's contact calling him. He wouldn't answer, only letting out a sigh and burying his face into his pillow as the call went to voicemail.

Then a notification informing Y/n that Peter left a voicemail for him. He would ignore it, preferring to just wallow in his own misery. 

Day after day, Y/n never left his room only left his bed in the middle of the night when his mother had went to bed would he use the bathroom or eat or drink something before returning to his room to stare at the ceiling.

Though, the voicemail stayed, always looking over the boy as Y/n would hesitate, his finger hovering over the notification before reluctantly pressing it.

"Y/n, I know what you're going through. I just want to let you that I'm here, my Uncle Ben died like that too. Just... call me back, yeah?"

Y/n threw his phone with it knocking something off of the desk and landing on the hard wood floor with a bang.

He would groan quietly, dragging himself off of his bed and walked over to see that his phone had knocked off his notebook.

The teenager flipped through it before his eyes landed on the page that outlines his powers. All that power,  but he couldn't save the one he loved.

All of a sudden, another report of the Carnage Killer had came on the TV in Y/n's room, but it was of a victim that managed to see another killing happen and saw his face.

There was now a police sketch available to the public and Y/n had this great power.

He knew what he had to do.

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𝐀 woman was pushed the ground by a group of thugs, brandishing knives, Brass knuckles, guns, et cetera.

"Just give us the money and maybe we'll let you go." One of the criminals said, none of them noticing a hooded figure watching in the distance, their hands stuffed in his pockets.