Spider-Man: Welp, they know

The Aftermath

 MJ

     Thousands of people have already seen the breaking news, on TV, read it on articles, seen Spider-Man watching along with people , the footage of Quinten Beck saying the words not many people expected to hear, that day, at least.

     "Peter.." Glitches flitted across the screen for a second. Then he spat out truth, "PETER PARKER IS SPIDER-MAN!"

     Photos of Peter Parker. A kid. Just a kid. And he was..

      He (Spider-Man) swore loud, in his shock and horror.

      'Did he just sWEAR?!' MJ looked up at him sitting on the lamp-light, eyes wide, head hurting from this sudden slap of information. She had to go. Staying was definitely not an option.

     Peter literally talked to her a minute ago, in his suit.

     But he talked to the whole of New York (on patrols) in it, ('specially the rescued-ones) so she felt that she'd probably be fine. Peter, though? He's going to be dragged on to talk shows, followed even; things like that. He won't be okay. Maybe. MJ moved her way through a crowd and away from the chaos that could be.

PETER

     '...,' Swinging away, Peter felt more Peter than he'd ever expected himself to be. Why was his brain responding to this like a person's flat old text message? No idea. Beck revealed his identity, but.. how? 'I.. I saw him die, I think? My spider-sense couldn't have failed me, right?'

     'But could it?'

     Carefully he picked a place to get into his normal clothes, finding a public toilet that was cleaner than most of them, slipped in through the small window and into the stall, locking it before anyone could see him.

     Peter realised that he forgot his backpack, right then.

     He got out of the place, and headed back home.

*E**VER***Y**ONE*S*-POV**

NED

         "What did I tell you?" A man said, closing the door to the house behind him.

        "To watch the news," Replied a boy, tired from hearing the same thing being told to him over and over again, "Study from 1 to 3 and 8 to 10?"

      "Yes, and you're watching cartoons!" The man told him, and in gentle yet disappointed sounding voice, and he went to the sofa the boy was sitting on, sitting right next to him. "Gimme the remote."

     "Hmmph," Mumbled the boy, taking the remote off of the coffee table in front of them, then hesitantly handing it over to the man.

      "Attaboy, Ned," The man told him, "And don't forget that your old man loves you!"

      "I love the old man too, and that old man's you, dad, right?"

     Dad nodded and smiled.

     He also changed the TV channels from cartoon network (on which Ned was peacefully watching The amazing world of gumball, until his dad came back home from work) to the news channel, and when Ned got up to leave, he was told to sit down, to listen to the news.

     "You write the news down on a notebook," His dad stated.

      Not that Ned would ever be able to write it, no matter how many times he'd resolved to do so.

     They talked about crimes and natural disasters and politics, and there was a wildly large amount of ads and trailers for new reporting shows, starring men and women in fancy clothes, strutting around crowded cities, messed up and beautiful locations, finally cutting back to the newsroom where the he/she says to the camera, 'I am ---------- and this is --------- with me.'