A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Twenty-One

     Peter woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. He really needed that good nights sleep. He was slightly startled awake though when he opened his eyes and could barely breathe. The SY-8 was perched on his face again. He let out a yelp and pulled at it, it coming off easily and condensing into a confused sluggish pile in his hands.
     "You really need to stop doing that." Peter hissed at it, and could only sigh as he watched slither down his hand and take the form of a watch again. 
     Suddenly there was loud knocking on the front of his apartment door. "Peter! Peter are you home! I tried calling and I can't get a hold of you."
     "Oh no." Peter recognized that voice and instantly jumped out of bed, scrambling to fix his clothes.
     "Peter! If you don't open this door I'll call a locksmith!"
     "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Peter called out, making his way out of the bedroom and unlocking and opening the apartment door.
     He was faced with a older looking woman with white hair who looked worried but relived at the same time to see him, she let herself into the apartment. 

     "Oh Peter, I was getting so worried about you!" The woman said, then quickly changed her tone. "You know I don't like it when you ignore my calls and don't let me know what's going on, are you okay?"
     Peter sighed. "I'm fine, sorry for worrying you, Aunt May."
     "You did more than worry me, you downright scared me!" Aunt May complained taking a seat at the sofa in the small living room. "You don't normally go this long without answering your phone, is there anything I should be aware of?"
     Peter rolled his eyes. Anything she should be aware of? Yeah how about the fact he's secretly been living the double life of the local superhero for a few years now and that's why he's not always able to answer his phone, but he can't tell her that because that would just cause more problems. Man being a superhero was a pain in the neck sometimes. "Nope, nothing to worry about." Peter finally replied, sitting down next to her. "I just, had a late night the past few days from work is all, and I just sorta forgot about you, sorry."
     "Maybe you should take a holiday or two from work?" Aunt May suggested with a frown.
     "I wish I could." Peter sighed, man if only he could take a break from being Spider-Man, that'd work out just great. "JJ probably wouldn't let me if I just asked at random, though I'm sure he legally can't deny me time off during the holidays or something."
     "That's a shame, you always complain so much about your boss." Aunt may replied. "Maybe you should look into getting a new job?"
     "Maybe." Peter said. He thought about it, but he didn't really know what other kinds of jobs he would want. Trying to work fast food or something as Spider-Man wouldn't work out, nor would retail cause he'd always be calling in sick to go attend to business. If only S.H.E.I.L.D. payed him for being a super, he could just tell Aunt May he was working for the government or something...

     "That aside, it's been awhile since you last visited! Can I get you anything?" Peter asked her standing up now.
     "Tea would be nice." Aunt May replied. "You know how I like it."
     "Course I do, just because I moved out doesn't mean I forget how to make stuff like that." Peter laughed and headed into the kitchen to start working on getting that tea and a coffee for himself. He had to admit, he liked Aunt May, she was family after all. Aside from her worrying so much about him, she was always there for him, as well as Uncle Ben when he was still around.
     Peter paused for a moment staring at the water that quickly filled up the Kettle. She was always there for him... if only he had been there for Uncle Ben...

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     "Almost... there..." A rock was dislodged and sunlight poured through, the sound of construction gear moving and the voices of people who were confused of the mess. Deadpool groaned and pulled himself through the rubble and the hole, eventually freeing himself. "Ow... owwwww" He whined as he tumbled out of the pile of rock and onto his back. 
     He could barely remember anything from last night, aside form chasing down the evil Spider-Man imposer. When the building collapsed it crushed him and knocked him out cold. He looked around him squinting at the sunlight. It appears that the construction workers quickly noticed the state of the building, and were working on cleaning it up to start building again.
     Deadpool pushed himself to sit up with an audible crack from his back. He moaned and then realized he was able to take a glance at his perfectly toned ass quite easily. That's when he realized his neck was broken. Along with his his left arm, and he could feel his leg was disconnected as well. 
     "Yep, broken, definitive broken." He shifted a bit and then braced himself for the even more audible crunch as he moved his broken arm back into place. He sighed and gave himself a moment, feeling coming back to that arm before he took a hold of his head and with a loud snap, twisted it back into place.
     A worker who had discovered him was staring in shock, Deadpool noticed him when his head was placed on his body correctly and could look forward again. "Oh, hi there. Don't mind me." Deadpool waved at the man.