𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖗 | year 3018

2

"Happy Birthday to me." Peter murmured to himself.

Today, he turned 17 years old.

And today, was also the first time he celebrated his birthday, alone.

Without May, without Ned, without MJ, with no one.

No one, but himself.

He wasn't even allowed to get a cake! All he had, was basically plane food, pre-packed food. Not that great, but if he were to remain hidden, this was how he had to live.

Peter walked over to the small grave he had dug for May, and knelt down. "Hey May. Guess what? I turn 17 today. It's been more than half a year you've been gone, May. And I know I tell you this every day, but I really wish you weren't gone. Everyone close to me seems to die. Why, May?" Peter tucked his head between his legs, and sobbed. "I miss you May. I miss you, Mr Stark, Ben, Mom and Dad, Aunt Tasha. Maybe I should just join you." He mumbled through sobs.

Clash!

Peter looked up. What was that?

He stood up, whispered a goodbye to May, before brisk-walking in the direction of the noise. In front of his house, on the porch, was a man.

"Hello, Peter Parker. Happy 17th birthday. I have come with a birthday gift." The man said.

"Who are you? How do you know my name, my age, and where I live?" Peter asked warily.

"My name is Ezekiel. I know you, as I have been watching you for a while, Peter Parker."

"Why?"

"There is a prophecy, that speaks of 2 boys and 2 girls. I believe, you are one of the boys." Ezekiel explained.

"Why me? Haven't you heard? I'm Spider-Man. A menace."

"You were a hero. And you will continue to be one in the future."

"What do you mean?"

Ezekiel did not reply. Instead, he took out a small vial.

"Drink." He ordered.

Peter's 'pEtEr TiNgLe' wasn't tingling, so he took the vial and sipped it carefully.

"Everything."

Peter did so, he wasn't sure why, but he somehow trusted this man.

"Good, now smash it on the floor." Ezekiel instructed.

The broken pieces of glass disappeared in puffs of smoke.

"What's going to happen now?" Peter asked.

"You'll see." Ezekiel replied mysteriously, before disappearing in a puff of smoke, much like the vial had. "And you will thank me."