{Hey. I'm not dead. But I have been letting my Wattpad account just sit here collecting dust. So, might as well get back on and try typing some stories out. Hope this turns out okay.
Apologize if any character is OCC but I'm not the type to write and I am writing all of them the way I see them. All rights go to Marvel for bringing to life wonderful characters.
NOTE: My friend gave me this idea. And just the book in general. I would like to thank her for deciding to give me it. If not I may be still reading fan fictions on Ao3. Thank you for being unknowingly patient and not forcing me to write this book right that moment. It has been sitting on a back burner and inspiration has now struck. Hope you enjoy this story @MaeMae_Ozzy.}
Some where in Queens, Brooklyn, New York.
It is always so hard to wake up in the morning.
Issac Newton may of been on to something. But then again he is recognized widely as one of the most influential scientists of all time. He had to have done something interesting, and important, to be viewed in such a light.
But his first law of motion. An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion.
That is until an outside force acts upon it.
This all might of been confusing. So, if it helps, I'll introduce myself.
I'm Peter. Peter Parker.
Yeah, you already know who I am. The nerdy, shy person in the back of the science classroom. That one kid that always seems to be camping out in the library with mountains of books around them. That one skinny boy that sits on the sidelines, doesn't play any sports, and just look like an easy target for bullies.
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.
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Yeah, that's me.
And, I guess, this is my story.
{Constructive criticism is appreciated as I'm lying liar that lies. Hopefully, I'll be posting a second chapter in a couple days. If I stay true to this then I will continue to publish only five chapters. This is to see if this is a waste effort for not. (I sure hope it's not.)}
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