Family

Chapter 1

Hey, it's your friendly neighborhood, Spiderman... Also known as Peter Parker. Being a superhero has its benefits. Having superhuman abilities, crazy action, dangerous stunts. And let's not forget responsibility. Not like I've heard "with great power, comes great responsibility" enough. It might sound fun and all but it's stressful. More ways than one... I've made many enemies. Ones I couldn't trust, ones I had to to trust, and ones I've always trusted. It was a long journey and learned a lot, about life and myself. But now I'm Peter Parker. "He" will always be inside me, but for more... Simpler reasons. Not easier, but simpler. But it isn't all about me. I've learned that trust can lead you in many directions. It can lead you to disaster or to a new life. A life that's whole again...and never got to have. Things may be different but I know it would of been the same. At least on the same kind of level. I'm just glad I can still be a citizen of the city I grew up in, and protected. Thank you for letting me help those in need. And thank you for letting me be part of you once again. Thank you, NYC...
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"I hate New York".

Work was a pain. As much as I give, it's never appreciated. I mean, it is pretty lazy to take pictures of yourself in a costume to get a decent pay but it shouldn't matter. I guess Jonah just doesn't care about anything. I think I already knew that though.

"Peter?" Aunt May questioned, looking at me with worried eyes.

"You okay?" She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Mmm...what?" I responded lightly, barely lifting my neck.

"Just making sure you're still alive. Can't be too careful around this days, especially at my age" She laughed softly, not wanting to cause a hoarse throat.

Her laugh always made me chuckle, even in my deepest of moods.

"Well, some leftovers are in the kitchen if you want any. I suggest you get some. You're getting quite skinny" She patted my stomach, indicating my empty stomach.

She may present it like a joke but I know she means it. Ever since Uncle Ben died, she's been worried over my emotions. She had anti-depressants prescribed for me, thinking I've gotten depressed from Bens death. Also with me coming home late, she keeps asking me if I've been participating in gangs or drinking alcohol. She's been trying her best to take care of me since Ben died. She's only trying to protect, even though I should be protecting her.

"Thanks May" I hugged her, bringing a smile to her face.

"No problem sweetie. Now, go get some food. And don't stay up too late. You got school tomorrow" I sigh briefly at the thought, being very obvious.

"I know" I smile, releasing from the hug.

"Good" she grabs my cheeks, making me fuss.

We laugh at the moment then go our separate ways.

"Good night, Peter" She calls from the top of the stairs.

"Night, May" I call back, heading to the kitchen.

I notice a box of meatloaf on the counter. Not feeling in the mood for meatloaf, I grab a box of Mac & Cheese and start to cook. I grab my stomach, hearing it growl.

"Didn't even know I was hungry" I mumble to myself.

I grab a fork from drawer, mixing up the noodles inside the pan. My stomach growls start to growl louder.

"Why am I so hungry all of the sudden?" I continue to mumble.

The growl turned into pain. I didn't eat anything all day. With work and patrol, I never had time. Being so busy, I never noticed how hungry I actually was. Once the Mac & Cheese were done, I quickly put it into a bowl and started eating too quickly. As soon as I noticed how fast I was eating, I slowed down. As I enjoyed my "dinner", I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Of course".

J. Jamenson: Come in to work tomorrow. We need to talk.

Peter: I have school tomorrow

J. Jamenson: Then come afterwards. I don't really give a damn.

Peter: Tomorrow's my day off work

J. Jamenson: Like I said, I don't give a damn. It won't make a difference anyway.

Peter: Ok

I knew I would not be in the mood to go to work tomorrow. I might be doing well in school but it's still stressful and I'm just a Sophomore. Plus, I'm taking Senior classes and some College credit courses. With work, school, and helping the people of New York, I should be getting paid more than minimum wage.

Once I finished my Mac & Cheese, I put my bowl in the dishwasher. I even rinsed my bowl in the sink. Sounds impressive but I was just taught like that. Besides, it bothered me as well when people would just leave bowls in the sink. I guess that's how you develop with elders.

"Done".

I pretty much mumble to myself all the time, too much silence scares me. Living in the city does that to you. You always expect to at least hear one car horn go off in New York. And with so many assholes in New York, you hear car horns all the time.

Once I finished cleaning up, I head upstairs to get ready for bed. While in the bathroom, I notice how my anti-depressant pills were placed conveniently in front of the sink. I never thought my self as depressed but stressed. I guess the pills did help with it so I took them, but mostly for Aunt May.

I begin brushing my teeth and putting deodorant on. I take off my clothes to put my pajama pants on. As I look at the mirror, I flex my naked body. Even with the powers enhancing my body, I still had the body of a twink. I usually get made fun of for it, but I don't really mind. Never really like being the biggest and strongest one. Brains is what I got, and my awkward flexibility which I also got from my powers.

As I put my shirt on, I walk downstairs and get a cup of water for the night and for my pills. When I get back to the bathroom, I notice that someone had texted me.

J. Jamenson: You better be okay. I wouldn't care but if you take another sick day, I'm gonna throw you out the window and fire you...

I quit reading the message, placing a pill in my hand to swallow. I phone vibrates again.

J. Jameson: I know you read my message. Are you even going to respond? You are the shi...

"Screw it". I grab another pill and swallow two pills instead of one.

"I need a new job".