Welp

3-Spooked

Peter swears his vision turns white for a second as he gasps.  Choking back a sob.
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Today was the day.  October 31st.  Also known as Halloween.

Peter hated autumn.  It was cold and slippery outside.  The grass was diying and so were the leaves on the trees.

Ben loved autumn.  He loved dressing up and going trick or treating with Peter when he was little. (Maybe more so than Peter himself.) He loved decorating for Halloween and giving out candy to the kids.

And that made Peter hate it even more.  Ben couldn't be there to celebrate with them and Peter hated that the most.

He had many times tried to get Peter to dress up as something scary, like a vampire or a werewolf, but Peter always went as his hero; Iron Man.

Peter didn't like getting spooked, and he hobestly still doesn't like it.

Peter really didn't want to go trick or treating, or go out at all if he had to be honest. 

He had hoped to take a day off patrolling and just chill in the apartment, catching up on homework, eating candy and watching dumb movies that played on the TV.

But he had to admit, it was pretty funny to see drunk guys in poorly made Spider-Man costumes trying to impress girls by trying to climb up walls and then failing and falling on their asses.

He'd have to have Karen gather up all clips of that happening in a playlist on You Tube so he could watch it later.

So far he had safely guided a group of 8 year olds dressed as the Avengers across the street and stopped 3 kids from stealing other's candy.

A small boy dressed in white sheets with holes for eyes had even given him some of his candy.

Of course Peter didn't have the heart to say that he didn't like candy corn.  He had probably offered Peter one of his favourites, so Peter ate it anyway.

Okay.  Maybe he doesn't hate it that much.  He just missed his uncle a lot, and it sucked that he wasn't there to celebrate with him.

Peter snickered as he watched a guy not even making his way to the wall before falling on his face.

The other (seemingly sober) guy he had tried to impress rolled his eyes and helped him up.

It wasn't even 7 pm yet and he had at least seen 5 people do the same.

The only reason he had gone out in the first place was to make sure kids got around as safely as possible, and to stop drunk adults from being run over by cars.

He had seen a few kids dressed up as Spider-Man, even though he hadn't really been noticed by the media for that long.

May had to work late(She didn't really mind though.  They needed the extra money.).  And he was pretty sure Ned had to go trick or treating with his younger cousins or something like that.

Peter didn't even have any cousins... 

And if i had, they were probably dead like the rest of the Parker bloodline. 

He didn't know why, but the Parker name seemed to bring bad luck.

And it kinda sucked. 

Peter sighed and moved on, he couldn't sit here the whole evening.

As he walked to the end of the building he was on, he wondered what he was gonna say in his report to Happy.  And how, actually.

Peter whinced as he heard a gunshot fire.  It was loud and clear in Peter's ears.  Maybe a little too loud.