Spiderman Homecoming Fanfic (RE-UPLOAD)

Hesitation

"Give me your money you old hag!" The smuggler said while pointing his gun at the old lady a meter away in front of him. He is wearing a ski mask to cover his identity.

The old woman shuts her eyes and repeatedly shakes her head while clutching her purse as if her life depended on it "No! I-I need this for my husband's surgery" she said, trembling. Just when she saved up enough money, trouble has to come her way. She prays from the bottom of her heart for a miracle and-

Swish!

In a blink of an eye, the smuggler is on the ground, and there stood the godsend of her prayer, Spiderman.

"Robbing an old lady in the middle of the night?"

The smuggler, still on the ground, aimed his gun at Peter with shaking hands.

"I can't figure out if you're trying to go to jail" Peter said.

Before the smuggler could even pull the trigger, the gun was yanked out of his hands roughly with a string of webs.

"-or to hell!" and right after, he got kneed up his chin, knocking him down. Peter turns him on his front, taking both his wrists on the small of his back and handicapped him using his webs. Seems like the impact of his head falling on the ground knocked the wind out of the smuggler.

A moment of silence passed and Peter stopped holding his breath. He approached the old woman "Are you alright, ma'am?" He asked with gentle eyes underneath his mask.

She nodded "Thank you, young man" she said "Is there any way I can repay you?"

"Do you mind calling the cop and make sure they got him secured?" Peter's tone was so gentle and kind that there was no way the old woman would be able to refuse it.

She shakes her head "Not at all" she said "Are you sure you don't want cash, young man?"

"No thank you, ma'am" Peter answered immediately "I'm sure you needed it the most for your husband's surgery"

The old woman raises her eyebrows a bit in shock at how Peter heard her conversation with the smuggler earlier. Then a warm smile makes its way across her face, making her feature appear to look 10 years younger "Thank you very much, young man" she said.

"My pleasure!" Peter said with a smile "I'll get going then, be careful on your way home, ma'am!" Peter swings his way from the alley.

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*swish* *swish* *swoosh*

String by string, Peter swings from one building to another. After a moment passed, he finally got to the destination he was heading to.

He lands on a building and takes a seat on the edge of it. Taking off his lame DIY mask, he lets out a sigh and hunchs his back.

It has been a daily routine of his to do this.

Waking up.

Go to school.

Hanging out with Ned and MJ on the weekend.

Or just lazing around.

Catching criminals.

Helping citizens.

And when nighttime comes, he sits on the rooftop/penthouse of this building, the place where he fucked everything up.

This is how he has been for the past 3 months.

Peter stood up and turn around, eyes getting watery. He walks straight forward until he reached the wall to the door that leads downstairs. He puts his palms up against it, reminiscing the incident, reflecting on his action, and regretting his decisions.