11 months later.
Peter
"Hey man." I stated as I answered my cellphone, ducking out of the way as a knife flew past my head. I watched with wide eyes as it lodged into the wall beside me.
"Hey Pete!" Ned called through the phone. "Did I leave the instructions to that Jurassic Park lego set at your house?"
Legs came out of my suit and shielded me as bullets rocketed in my direction.
"Ned, remember when I said only call me when there's an emergency?!" I yelled out, turning my back and changing the setting on my web shooters.
"Yeah," He stated carefully. I set the phone down and put it on speaker.
"This isn't important! I'm a little tied up!" I yelled. I suddenly turned around, the legs moving away, and shot my web at the guy's gun. He growled, but before he could take a step forward, I tied him up in a web.
"And so is he." I smiled, walking up to the struggling man. Ned stayed silent as I took care of things, bringing the perp out to the police, who had just arrived.
"Thanks again, Spiderman." The chief spoke, nodding his head in approval. I nodded back before returning inside the bank and picking up my phone.
"What was that about?" Ned asked as I took off speakerphone and put it to my ear.
"Just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman." I chuckled, leaping out of the busted window in the back of the building.
"But really, are they at your house?" He asked. I laughed into the phone, walking back to my house.
"Yes Ned, you left them on my dresser."
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"How're you feeling?" May asked before swirling some noodles onto her fork and putting them in her mouth.
"Mostly tired, but excited. My favorite show releases a new episode tonight and it's the season finale." I stated simply, trying to avoid a conversation I knew was coming.
"You know it's been almost a yea-"
"I know May." I gave her a gentle smile. "I know."
She gave me a gentle smile and nodded her head, knowing that even eleven months later, I don't want to talk about it.
Times have gotten strange, in the most normal ways. Well, as normal as things could get as a high school drop out.
Well, "drop out".
Tony and I had a long sit down and decided I really was beyond high school. Though he didn't involve me in much, I covered all the neighborhood things.
I found peace with the simple crimes, and simple outcomes.
Tony convinced May I was doing a full year tuition with him, therefore getting me out of school.
It worked smoothly, but there's always been a gaping hole in my heart. I hate lying to her. You'd think I'd learned my lesson from lying, but here I am.
I cleared my plate from the table, collecting May's as she finished as well, and cleaned the dishes.
"I might head to bed soon, make sure you shut off the lights when you're done yeah?" She spoke softly as she stood up.
I nodded once at her before she disappeared to her room. Letting out a sigh, I moved myself into the living room and into my normal crease in the couch.
The television nearly blinded me as it turned on, causing a groan to escape my throat.
I grabbed the remote to change the channel to the one I wanted, but the news caught my eye. I turned the volume from two to eight, leaning in to get a better look at the gruesome scene.
"Another tragedy at a gentlemen's club, similar to the dozens of others that have been reported over the past year.
A murder at a not-so-small gentlemen's club in New York. No markings have been made on most of the bodies, while one was unrecognizable. Behind every crime scene, he or she leaves the word 'liar' in blood, perhaps from the only injured man, this time.
Officials have given a haunting name to this mysterious murderer; Widower, on the fact of all of the deceased men having been found with their wedding bands in their hands.
The strange events taking place here weren't caught on any tape, officials say there was a malfunction with the technology.
Who is Widower, and what are they planning? Full story at six."
I sat back as I registered everything she had said.
Why haven't I heard more about this? The men were all killed with no markings, except one. Poison perhaps?
I got up from the couch and paced into my room, completely forgetting about the show I was ready to watch.
I walked to my desk and lifted up my phone, dialing Tony. He picked up on the fourth ring.
"Yes, Spiderling?" He picked up. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the childlike way he talked to me.
"So I just saw on the news-"
"Don't worry about it." He stayed cockily.
"Are you sure?" I asked, playing around with papers on my desk.
"Yes Peter. I told you, if I need you..." he paused for me to finish.
I signed and closed my eyes tight.
"You'll call me." I finished.
"Good boy. Now, isn't it past your bedtime?" He asked. I pulled the phone away from my ear and clicked the red hang up button.
Times like these were when I missed the big action.
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Narrator
Your long hair clung to your face as the rain drenched down. (If you have no hair: Your lashes dripped a steady stream of rain in front of your eyes.) The downpour was enough to remove the dry, crusting red that seemed nearly permanent upon your skin and clothes.
You felt cold and tired, despite how advanced your body was now. The weather was making you feel aggressive and angry.
Your shivering body looked right and left, hoping for a place to find shelter. As luck turned back around, a huge building came into few. Your eyes squinted to see through the rain. You barely managed to read out the sign, 'Club Marcella'.
A smirk crept it's way onto your face as fate had once again dropped these pathetic humans into your lap. Such liars. Disgust stained your throat at the thought of these men, and what they did.
No matter where you went, even if in Buffalo like you were now, there was always some cleansing to be done.
Your newfound powers used to make you feel scared and alone. Now, you realized all the power you had, and what all you could do. You could do so much more now than you could before, and everyday you got smarter.
Your feet began walking towards the barely lit up building.
After leaving Queens, nearly a year ago, running back to Peter couldn't change anything.
Peter...
Your feet stopped abruptly as you thought about that name. You hadn't thought about him much, being too caught up in your new life, and attempting to survive. The chilly air outside wouldn't stand a chance against his natural warmth.
"Natural?" You scoffed out loud as if having an argument with your own conscious. "There's nothing natural about Spiderman."
And that was all Peter could be to you anymore.
Your eyebrows furrowed angrily as you glared at the building. The anger in your stomach rose up to your chest and burned your throat.
"I'm so sick of liars."
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