At 15, Peter Parker faces a harsh awakening after the tragic death of his uncle, realizing the weight of the responsibilities that come with his newfound powers. Balancing the challenges of high school, a mysterious new girl, and the shocking transf...
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GWEN watches the television in horror, her eyes locked on the screen as Spider-Man stands against the sinister figures looming over him. She recognizes some of them—Vulture, his brutal rampage through Oscorp still etched in her mind, and Dr. Octavius, from the day he almost killed them all during his presentation.
Aunt May paces the room, phone in hand, frantically texting Peter. Why did you leave? You're grounded. Please be safe! Each message more desperate than the last.
Felicia stands off to the side, staring at the broadcast, her fists clenched tight. Gwen catches the shift in her expression—Felicia, who was usually composed and indifferent, now looked like she was on the edge of something dark, something angry.
Gwen had never seen her like this.
"Gwen," May's voice trembles as she approaches. "Did Peter say if he'd be staying with Harry? He's not answering, and it's been so long..."
Gwen's heart twists with guilt. She hadn't stopped Peter when he left—she thought he'd check on Harry and come right back. But now, nearly two hours had passed. Peter hadn't responded to any of her messages either. "No... No, he didn't. I'm so sorry, May. I shouldn't have let him leave."
May's face softens, though the worry never leaves her eyes. "It's not your fault, sweetheart. He would've gone, no matter what we did to stop him. He loves Harry."
The newscaster's voice cuts through the room. "Spider-Man has now engaged with the six individuals, but... oh god..." The voice fades, and all eyes turn to the screen, where Spider-Man is being mercilessly beaten.
Felicia's eyes widen in disbelief. Her heart races as she watches the scene unfold, horror gripping her. That's Peter. Peter Parker—the nerd she teased endlessly, the guy who was always there, offering help without hesitation, even when she pushed him away. She had never said it out loud, but Peter was her friend.
And now she was watching him die. On live television.
Felicia's stomach tightened with every punch Spider-Man took on the screen. She'd helped patch him up after countless fights, after every bruise and broken rib.
She knew how bad it was fighting just one of these maniacs. But now there were six. Six of them tearing him apart, and the more she watched, the more the dread sank in—Peter might actually die.
Her eyes drifted to May, who stood by the television, phone glued to her ear as she repeatedly dialed Peter's number, her fingers trembling.
May had no idea. She didn't know that her nephew, the boy she raised, was the one behind that mask, fighting for his life while she waited for him to call her back.
