Spider-Man:Shadows of justice

Chapter One: The Dark awakening

Peter Parker stirred awake as the first rays of sunlight crept in through his bedroom window. The dim light barely broke through the haze of exhaustion that clung to his mind. He glanced at the alarm clock—7:15 AM. Groaning, he rolled over and let out a sigh. Last night had been a blur of cramming notes and scribbling down ideas for his American Literature test that morning.

"Why do I always procrastinate?" he muttered to himself as he tossed back the covers and swung his legs off the bed, the cold floor jolting him further into consciousness.

After a quick shower, Peter stood in front of his closet, sorting through the assortment of shirts and jeans. He settled on his favorite blue flannel, which gave him a casual yet slightly put-together look—perfect for the kind of day he hoped to have. As he pulled it over his head, his mind wandered to thoughts of Gwen and Robby, who were waiting for him at the café down the street. They might be his saving grace from the stress of exams and the looming responsibilities of being Spider-Man.

With a breakfast of toast and a hurried glass of orange juice in his hand, Peter glanced at the newspaper on the counter—a headline about rising crime in the city caught his eye. It seemed like there was always something happening in New York that needed Spider-Man's attention. He sighed, folded the paper, and set it aside. First things first, he needed to get through today's test.

Finishing up in the kitchen, he checked his watch and realized he was running late. Wasting no time, he grabbed his backpack, stuffed in his notes, and threw on his sneakers. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure his hair was somewhat under control, he bolted out the door, his mind racing with a blend of American Lit quotes and thoughts of his friends.

As he jogged down the street, he considered how lucky he was to have Gwen and Robby in his life. Gwen's bright smile always lifted his spirits, while Robby's straightforwardness provided a grounding balance to the whirlwind of teenage emotions. He entered the café, the jingle of the bell overhead announcing his arrival.

"Hey, latecomer!" Robby called out from a corner booth, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We were about to send out a search party."

"Yeah, well, I had a bit of a late-night study session," Peter replied, slipping into the booth across from him. "But I'm here now, fully caffeinated and ready to take on the world... or at least the literature portion of it."

Gwen smiled warmly, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. "I brought you a coffee. You look like you need it." She slid the steaming cup across the table to him.

"Thanks, Gwen! You're a lifesaver," Peter said, taking a grateful sip as he felt the warmth spread through him.

As they chatted about the test and their upcoming weekend plans, Peter momentarily forgot about the pressing responsibilities waiting in the shadows. He laughed and enjoyed the moment, trying to push aside the nagging feeling that something was brewing beyond the usual struggles of high school life.

But in a city like New York, peace was often fleeting. Somewhere, lurking in the dark corners, a new threat was beginning to rise—a shadow that would soon cast its influence over everything Peter held dear. For now, though, he was just Peter Parker, a teenager with tests to pass and friends to enjoy.

Little did he know that the balance of his life was about to be tested once again.

As Peter, Gwen, and Robby settled into their conversation at the café, the soft buzz of chatter and clinking of coffee cups enveloped them. Laughter and the smell of fresh pastries filled the air, creating a comfortable bubble for Peter. Just as he was starting to relax, the atmosphere shifted.

Outside, a sleek, black limo pulled up to the curb with a smooth, almost cinematic elegance. The polished surface gleamed under the sun, drawing the attention of patrons and passersby alike. The sudden burst of anticipation in the café heralded the arrival of someone important.