The Spider Project

New Habits...

When Peter got back home that night, he couldn't sleep at all. 

His senses were on overdrive from the rush he got saving the girl. He felt like he could hear the whole damn city at the same exact time.

He could hear how the person that lived right above him was snoring, he could hear the couple below him arguing about different flavored jellies. How Strawberry was superior to grape 

Peter had to agree with them on that...

He could hear down the street a mile and a half away, how there was a girl talking to her mother on a phone. 

He could also hear a little further away, probably about 2 miles away, how the police sirens were going off and chasing after who Peter could only assume was a driver trying to outrun them.

Was it weird that Peter got the urge to jump out the window and help them catch the reckless driver as soon as he heard the sirens?

Probably...

He couldn't figure out what to do. On one hand, he really wanted to not only help people but also punish the guilty.

It made him feel good about himself but more importantly, he needed to make up for all the blood that he's spilt throughout the years.

On the other hand, if someone was still alive that knew about him in The Red Room, and suddenly a spider powered vigilante shows up, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he was said vigilante.

However it wasn't until he talked to Mary Jane, that he finally come up with a decision...

Peter sat on his couch with Mary Jane having just told her everything that happened that day. From the minute he woke-up, all the way to the girl in the alleyway having been raped and was killed.

He could tell that Mary Jane was utterly disgusted at the mere image of a man raping a little girl, and Peter would be lying if he said it still didn't make him mad. He could tell that if he didn't kill the man, Mary Jane wouldn't have a problem with beating the shit out of the scumbag.

After he was done explaining everything he felt on that night, she looked at him with a gentle smile.

"Tiger, you have nothing to make up for. None of that was your fault and I know, somewhere in that thick skull of yours, you know that."

"MJ, I appreciate that, but it doesn't change the fact that my hands have killed people before. What if I hurt someone while out there?"

"Accidents happen Tiger, no one is perfect. You're gonna make mistakes, and that's ok. What's important is that you learn from them, ok?" She smiled warmly at him, causing Peter's stomach to flip, but in a good way...

"Where did all this wisdom come from?" Peter huffed raising an amused eyebrow. 

"From me of course." She said with a smirk, causing Peter to roll his eyes with a smile across his face.

"So... if I do this whole... vigilante thing, you'd be ok with that? I mean, aren't people suppose to try and talk their friends out of situations that could get them arrested for breaking the law?"

"Ok first of all, I'd be honored if my best friend was a vigilante of New York." She exclaimed with an excited look in her eyes.

"And secondly if the other vigilantes haven't been arrested yet, the law isn't gonna care about 1 more popping up."

Ok, she had a point there...

"So what are you gonna call yourself?" MJ asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"I actually have a plan for that." Peter begins before standing up dramatically.