A/N: Hey everyone. Here's another fic that was in my head for a long time. As you have read the summary it's about an AU Peter Parker but not too much. It is slightly Spectacular Spider-Man but with the comics mixed in. In short: Peter Parker joins the United States Marine Corp. I wondered what would happen if Peter Parker joined the Marine Corps. I'm not trying to disrespect the US military but I would like to give this a shot. His personality would be his cheery, nerdy personality mixed with his symbiotic personality but with no evil intentions. Anyway, on with the story! Please read the end author notes. I am not very familiar in the Marvel Universe.

Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man, Marvel, or anything used in this story. They belong to their owners: Disney and Marvel.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos in advance! I will fix them later.

Parker Residence…

Peter Parker, a boy who had messy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, had awoken from his deep slumber as the alarm continued to blare nonstop. With his eyes wide open his vision was blurry. Without looking, his hand slammed down on the alarm to silence it for now. Peter sighed before he rose from his bed and reached for his glasses next to his alarm. Yawning, he hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom. Turning the knob of the door he entered and closed the door. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. His physique was embarrassing in his opinion. He was scrawny, skinny, and weak. It was only one week until his junior year will end and he will go on to become a senior. His intelligence made up for his scrawny and weak form but it didn't necessarily help him in situations involving Flash Thompson. The thought of the quarterback jock brought a frown to his face. Despite the frown, he was excited. For tomorrow, he will be attending the Oscorp field trip. Peter was looking forward to the field trip because science peaked his interest. Not wasting anymore time, Peter set out to begin his daily routine.

Within five minutes, Peter had already brushed his teeth, showered, and fixed his hair. Putting on a plain red shirt with some blue jeans he exited his room and rushed down the stairs. As he stepped onto the living room floor he had discovered his Aunt May and Uncle Ben were already eating breakfast.

"Good morning Uncle Ben, Aunt May." Peter greeted warmly as he approached the kitchen table and took a seat next to Uncle Ben. Aunt May had already prepared his breakfast: Scrambled Eggs, two Waffles, and two strips of bacon.

"Hey, kiddo!" Uncle Ben replied cheerfully. "Ready to go to that science field trip?"

"...Uncle Ben that's not until tomorrow." Peter deadpanned before picking up his fork and knife and began to cut his two waffles into multiple pieces.

"Oh..heheh, sorry. Must have forgot." Uncle Ben sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Uncle Ben then continued to eat his Pancakes while he eyed Peter. Peter glanced at a photo of his Mom and Dad, Richard and Mary Parker, on the kitchen counter. Every breakfast, every lunch, and every dinner, Peter would glance at the photo of his parents. In the photo, both of Peter's parents were dressed in the same military uniforms. His dad was decked in a desert camo uniform with the words 'U.S Marines' displayed on his left breast pocket. On his right breast pocket, the word 'Parker' was proudly shown. Peter's mother was wearing the exact same uniform his father was wearing. She also had the name 'Parker' engraved on the right breast pocket. Both his mother and father were smiling at Peter.

Peter sighed before he continued to eat his breakfast. His actions did not go unnoticed by Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

"Peter," Aunt May spoke with a knowing voice, "your parents were very brave and smart. Just like you."

Peter simply gave a sigh in response to Aunt May's comment. He only barely had any memories of his parents. When the word 'parent' comes to mind his thoughts go to Aunt May and Uncle Ben. He guessed his parents dropped him off at Uncle Ben's and Aunt May's at around the age of three. He couldn't remember all the details but he did remember his mother crying and his father giving him a sad smile before they left. He remembered them in their U.S Marine uniforms. Then, after a week or so, Peter, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May attended the funeral of Richard and Mary Parker. He didn't remember much of the service except the many men and women who attended wearing Blue-White dress Marine uniforms. The men and women in uniform had stoic expressions but they showed hints of sadness at the loss of Gunnery Sergeant Richard Parker and Captain Mary Parker. He remembered the red and yellow stripes engraved on the several Marines who attended. He, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May sadly watched two Marines drape an American flag over the two caskets. The Parker family along with young Peter listened as the priest prayed for the two Marines killed in action. Soon, an honor guard team performed the twenty one gun salute. Peter could hear the rifles fire three volleys. Eventually, the priest said more words in which Peter didn't remember nor understand at the time and then an honor guard removed the two American flags from the casket and folded them. The three sadly watched the two caskets lower into the ground. Once it was done, two gravestones showed

Richard Parker

GySgt

U.S Marine Corps

Afghanistan

Jul 12 1970

Aug 8 2003

and

Mary Parker

Cpt

U.S Marine Corps

Afghanistan

Feb 15 1971

Sep 5 2003

Peter remembered that he had uncontrollably sobbed during the funeral while his Uncle and Aunt provided comfort.

When he enrolled in High School he asked his Uncle how his Parents met their fate. Uncle Ben gave a frown but nonetheless answered with 'They were killed in action. They were shipped off to Afghanistan. I believe your father died on the battlefield while your mother died in a helicopter crash.'

Peter had frowned at the information but nonetheless gave an appreciating nod to his Uncle Ben. Ever since he was informed of his parent's fate he started thinking of his career. He began thinking of joining the Marines just like his parents had. He read the requirements of being eligible to join the Marines. He discovered that he could join at the age of 17 with the consent of his parents or legal guardians, required a high school diploma, (In which he had already obtained but hasn't received one as he chose to wait to graduate with everyone else) take and pass the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery, pass a military entrance processing station medical exam, and meet physical, mental, and moral standards. Peter recently turned 17 a few weeks ago so he met one of the few requirements. He wasn't sure if his Uncle or Aunt would allow him so that requirement has yet to be met. He guessed he already had his High School diploma with his level of intelligence so that's one more requirement met. With his level of intelligence Peter could probably pass the ASVAB so that's another requirement he'll most likely meet. Unfortunately, Peter wouldn't be able to meet the physical, moral, and mental standards.

'Guess I'll have to exercise the whole two weeks.' Peter thought with a frown. He looked up at his Uncle and Aunt who were pleasantly enjoying their meals.

'Now or never.'

"Uncle Ben? Aunt May?" Peter asked as he looked at them eat. Both raised their heads and made eye contact with Peter.

"Yes, dear?" Aunt May asked.

"Kiddo?" Uncle Ben asked.

Peter released a breath before continuing. "I-I—could I join the military? Specifically the Marines?"

His Uncle and Aunt gave a surprised face. They hadn't expected this to come from Peter.

"Bu-but Peter-" Aunt May began but she was cut off.

"I can join the Marines at the age of 17. I had my 17th birthday a few weeks ago. But I need your permission. Please?" Peter desperately pleaded his Aunt and Uncle. His face showed desperation.

"But Peter, don't you need your high school diploma?" Uncle Ben asked with a concerned face.

"Yeah, I do. But I probably earned that a long time ago." Peter replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Peter, are you sure? Do you know how much they're going to put you through? It's three months!" Aunt May's pleading voice reached Peter's ears.

"I'm sure," Peter gave a confident nod. "I-I want to be like my parents." He said in a soft voice. The last part silenced both guardians for a moment.

"But kiddo, you don't know how tough boot camp is. Are you sure?" Uncle Ben double-checked.

"Are you saying you don't believe in me?" Peter accused his Uncle with a hint of anger.

"N-no! No, Peter. None of that. It's just..." Uncle Ben trailed off.

"Just what then? What?!" Peter angrily demanded from his Uncle as he stood up from his chair.

"Peter calm down!" Aunt May's concerned voice said with a hint of fear.

"It's just—it's just a big decision. Are-are you willing to die for your country? Just like your parents?" Uncle Ben asked as he gazed into Peter's eyes.

"Yes! I'll gratefully die for my country! I want to be just like my parents, alright?!" Peter's enraged voice shouted. Then his voice lowered, "I-I just need your permission. Uncle Ben, Aunt May. I've been thinking about it...and I'm sure I want to do this. I want to protect the country—protect you."

Uncle Ben gave a long sigh, "We'll-we'll think about it. No guarantees but we'll think about it." Uncle Ben's eyes reached Aunt May's. Her face showed that they would discuss the matter.

"Thank you. That's all I ask." Peter gave a grateful look at his Uncle before taking his seat and continuing to eat his meal. Soon, Peter was finished with his breakfast and went to collect his book-bag before he rushed out the house. Once he left, Aunt May gave Uncle Ben a stern look.

"What?" Uncle Ben asked his wife.

"Ben, we can't let Peter go into the military! What good will it do if he can't see us or his friends for almost a year! You know that he's going to make sacrifices!"

"May, calm down. Peter's smart. I'm sure he's already taken that into consideration. Besides, he wanted to join the military for another reason."

"And what might that reason be?" Aunt May asked her husband.

Uncle Ben smiled, "The military would pay for a major amount for his college so he doesn't have to pay for too much. And you know how we don't have the money to pay for it."

"...I guess." May sighed in defeat but her concerned face still remained. "But if he does get deployed, I-I can't even imagine...We won't know if he will ever come home. That's what worries me Ben. He's putting his life on the line. Why not join the Air Force or the Coast Guard?" May asked her husband.

Ben sighed as he rubbed his chin. "Because May, his parents were both in the Marines. We know that he wants to be just like his parents. We both know that we're not his parents but he considers us parents." Ben stopped rubbing his chin and his frown was replaced with a warm smile.

"But Ben!"

"Shh." Ben hushed his wife. "We're going to talk to a Marine recruiter tomorrow and bring Peter along. He's of age as he said. I believe Peter should at least try. If he wants to join then I'm not stopping him. It's his choice." Ben wisely said before entering the living room, taking a seat on the couch, and grabbed the remote on the coffee table. May came and took a seat next to him.

"Trust me May," Ben softly spoke, "It's a family tradition. Richard served in the Marines. I served in the Marines. Now it's Peter's turn."

Ben embraced his wife to soothe her.

"...I hope you're right, dear." May replied before Uncle Ben turned on the TV with the remote.

With Peter Parker…

Peter Parker walked down the empty sidewalks towards his bus stop. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans he pondered about what life in the military would be like. Of course, Peter did his research. Following in his parents footsteps was not the only reason he wanted to join. As he researched further he found out that the military would pay the majority of his college expenses but Peter would pay what remained. He read the details of being deployed for a long period time, unable to see his family or friends. What worried Peter the most was that the physical and mental requirements in the Marines. Peter Parker was not in top physical shape, in fact, he was the opposite. If he wanted to join then he had to physically prepare in the one week. Based on his research, Peter concluded that boot camp would take place during summer as it lasted for about 13 weeks or about 3 months. Three months without Uncle Ben or Aunt May…

'How am I supposed to join if I'm weak? Sure I'm smart but...how will I even survive a day in boot camp?' Peter wondered. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the school bus speed past him while the students laughed at him. Peter kept walking, not knowing he had missed the school bus.

After ten minutes of walking he raised his head with wide eyes. He quickly looked around and discovered that he was far away from his bus stop.

"Oh—son of a…!" Peter cursed.

*HONK*

Peter jumped in mild surprise from the honk. He quickly looked to his left and found a police cruiser stop next to him. Peter looked through the front window and found a blonde haired, blue eye girl with glasses wearing a pink Hoodie and baggy brown pants. The window rolled down and the girl peeked her head out of the car.

"Pete! Need a ride?" The girl asked Peter. Peter looked at the driver seat and found a man in his mid thirties with white hair and the same blue eyes as the girl. The man was wearing a blue police uniform with a red tie, a police badge proudly showing on the left side of his chest.

"Gwen? O-oh. Yeah! Sure! I need a ride." Peter said with a sheepish look as he opened the back door of the police cruiser and took a seat. Once Peter closed the door the car began driving. Peter made himself comfortable in the back seat of the cruiser. The girl, Gwen, turned around from her seat and faced Peter.

"You missed the bus?" Gwen asked despite knowing the answer.

"Uh, yeah." Peter replied while he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Must have been lost in my thoughts as I walked."

"So, Peter," The driver, detective George Stacy, began. "I hear your going to that Oscorp field trip tomorrow." He stated and looked into the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, sir." Peter nodded in confirmation.

"You excited?" George Stacy asked.

"You bet!" Peter nodded so fast that Gwen worried his head might come off. Peter grinned.

"So, you've only got a week left of your junior year?"

"Yes," Both Peter and Gwen answered simultaneously causing George to raise his eyebrow and Peter and Gwen to look at each other.

"That boy Flash Thompson keep giving you trouble?" A concerned George Stacy asked Peter.

"Yeah..." Peter replied in a low voice. "But it's only a week left. No biggie. Today is Wednesday, right?"

"Yeah, today's Wednesday, Pete." Gwen answered his question.

After three minutes of driving, George Stacy pulled up his cruiser in front of Midtown High.

"Here we are, have a great day you two!" George Stacy bid farewell to both his daughter and Peter Parker.

"Bye dad!" Gwen waved at her father before opening her door.

"See ya, Mr. Stacy!" Peter said shortly after before opening his door, exited the vehicle, and closed it. Both Peter and Gwen walked into the courtyard and the police cruiser drove off down the street. Peter readjusted his strap on his bookbag and slung it over his shoulder. He turned to look at Gwen.

"You see Harry or MJ?"

"No." Gwen replied with a shake of her head before continuing to scan the crowd.

"Peter! Gwen!" A voice shouted from behind the two. Both Peter and Gwen turned around and faced a boy with red hair and brown eyes wearing a simple dark green t-shirt and black pants.

"Harry!" Peter approached the son of Norman Osborn with a smile with Gwen following. "How you doin'?"

"Eh, pretty good," Harry shrugged, "Since the school year is almost over. What do you have planned over break?"

"Uh...Not sure." Peter lied. Peter hoped both his Aunt and Uncle would allow him to enlist. Peter knew that boot camp would take place over summer.

"Gwen?"

"Probably going to study for senior year." Gwen replied.

"Are you serious? Gwen! Summer's all about fun and relaxing!" Harry said outrageously. Gwen shrugged in response causing Harry to sigh.

"Anyway, Harry, have you seen MJ lately?" Peter asked his best friend as he looked around for the redhead.

"Nope. Haven't seen her. Has Gwen?" Harry asked.

"I haven't seen her either. She's either running late or sick. Probably late." Gwen guessed.

"Oh well," Harry shrugged before coming in between Peter and Gwen and wrapped his right arm around Peter's neck and wrapped his left arm around Gwen's, "Now come on. Let's get through this school that I like to call a hellhole started."

"Uh, what?" Peter raised an eyebrow of amusement as the three walked back to the courtyard.

"Oh come on, don't tell me this school is a hellhole. With Flash and his goons running around asking for money." Harry said.

"Eh, kind of...hey Harry, why are you still between me and Gwen?"

"I don't know, why haven't you asked out MJ yet?" Harry asked with a smirk while Gwen slightly frowned.

"I don't kno—wait. What?!" Peter's face became as red as a tomato much to Harry's amusement. "W-what d-do y-you mean?"

"Aw come on," Harry removed his arms from the two, "It's obvious that you like her. So why not ask her out?"

"Huh?" Gwen frowned even more and eyed Peter. If one were to observe more closely her face showed hurt.

"Aw come on Gwenny, don't tell me that you didn't know." Harry said with a teasing smile.

"I-I actually didn't know." Gwen admitted in a soft voice, breaking her gaze away from Peter.

"Alright, fine," Peter's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Maybe I do like her a little bit."

"A little bit?" Harry scoffed and he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, you like her a lot. Isn't she your next door neighbor or somethin'?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded and took a look at Gwen, curious of her reaction. He was confused as to why Gwen was frowning at them.

"Then ask her out! It's almost senior year and you don't want anyone else taking your girl, right?" Harry playfully asked his friend.

"...I'll ask her out," Peter sighed and was about to continue but Harry cut him off.

"YES!" Harry exclaimed while raising his fists in the air in victory.

"AFTER Summer." Peter finished. He was amused at how Harry's excited face slowly turned into a shocked one.

"WHAT?!" Harry bellowed incredulously, causing a few heads to turn. "NO! NO! PETE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! IT'S ALMOST SUMMER AND YOUR WAITING UNTIL SENIOR!?"

"...Yup." Peter nodded in confirmation. Again, Peter was confused as to why Gwen frowned even more behind Harry.

"BUT WHY?" Harry whined like a child.

"What's the point of having a relationship over summer if I'm not going to be in Manhattan the whole summer?" Peter stated his logical reason.

"A whole Summer?" Gwen finally entered the conversation. "Pete, where are you going for the whole summer?"

"Yeah, the hell man? A whole summer? Away from Manhattan—away from us?!" Harry cried out in protest.

"Calm down, okay. A whole summer away from you isn't that bad." Peter playfully bashed Harry. Harry glared at Peter while Gwen quietly laughed.

"I don't even know where I'm going over summer. I don't even know IF I'm going." Peter admitted. The three didn't know it but during their conversation their feet guided them to the center water fountain. Peter sat down with the two following shortly after.

"Where you going? Disneyland? Las Vegas? Something?" Harry questioned Peter. Peter removed the strap of his book-bag from his shoulder and dropped the book-bag beneath his feet.

"Well, I don't know." Peter lied. Peter knew that he would be going to Parris Island, that is if his Aunt and Uncle allow him to. Peter hoped that they would allow him to enlist today: the sooner the better.

"How do you not know where you're going but you know how long you're leaving?" Harry deadpanned. Peter simply shrugged, drawing out a groan from Harry.

"So, video games a no go over summer?" Harry double-checked in a disappointed voice.

"A no go." Peter nodded.

"Man, that sucks." Harry folded his arms and pouted like a child.

"So we can't see movies over the summer?" Gwen asked softly. She had wanted to spend with more time with Peter over summer.

"Sorry, Gwen." Peter apologized and gave Gwen a sad smile.

"Ah, there you are! Hey guys!" A female voice broke them out of their momentarily sad state. The three looked up and found a redhead wearing a tight pink shirt and blue shorts. approaching them while making her way through several students.

"MJ!" All three exclaimed in joy simultaneously as the redhead closed in on them.

"Sorry, guys." The beautiful redhead apologized while lightly panting. "Kind of late. You know. That stuff, blah, blah, blah." She babbled.

"Ah, it's okay. Your not that late anyway. Besides," Harry gave a smug smile at Peter for a moment before returning to look at MJ, confusing and worrying Peter.

"My boy-"

"Your 'boy'?" Gwen repeated with an incredulous look while using air quotes. "Harry, you can't be serious."

"What?" Harry asked, feigning innocence.

"Are you acting like your one of those cool kids? Always saying their boy?" MJ questioned.

"Hey what's up guys. It's ya boy, Harry Osborn." Peter mocked Harry causing the two girls to laugh while Harry frowned.

"As I was saying," Harry continued once the two girls stopped laughing. Before he went on further he gave a smug look at Peter again before returning to look at MJ. "My boy Pete, has something to tell you. Go on Pete."

Peter gave Harry an incredulous look. Harry smirked in response.

"Something you want to tell me, Tiger?" MJ asked as she faced Peter. Peter gave a look of hate at Harry causing him to quietly snicker. Gwen frowned as she might know what Harry wanted Peter to do.

Peter managed not to blush at the nickname his beautiful redhead neighbor had given him. He faced her with her looking right back. He could practically hear Harry rubbing his hands in anticipation, like an evil maniac.

Peter sighed, "MJ, I..." Peter could hear his friend Harry whisper 'Yes' repeatedly in anticipation. He rolled his eyes but nonetheless continued. "I...might be leaving for the whole summer."

Now it was Peter's turn to give a smug look at Harry. Harry's mouth was agape, Peter had wormed his way out of his trap!

"The whole summer?" Mary Jane repeated, sounding...disappointed?

'No, no. Not disappointment.' Peter assured himself.

"Yeah, the whole summer." Peter confirmed.

"Well, I'll definitely miss you, Tiger. Where are you going anyway?" MJ asked.

"I don't know." Peter lied as he shrugged.

"You know how long you're going to be gone but you don't know where you're going?" MJ deadpanned.

"That's exactly what I said!" Harry threw his hands in the air in exasperation. Gwen quietly snickered as she looked on. "How can you know how long your going to be gone for and you don't know where your going to go?"

'I know where I'm going Harry, it's just that I don't know if I'm going to go.' Peter thought.

"Hey, I told you. I don't even know if I'm going or not." Peter replied.

"Going or not? Where the hell are you going to go?" Harry asked as he clutched his head.

"I dunno." Peter carelessly replied with a small smile.

"Jesus H Christ!" Harry exclaimed, causing a few heads to turn once again. "Please—are you lying to us? To avoid us? Cause this sounds all too fishy," Harry accused Peter.

"Yeah, Pete. I agree with Harry. It does sound fishy." Gwen agreed with Osborn. Peter looked at MJ and saw her nod in agreement.

"Why would I lie to you guys? You guys are like my only friends." Peter said with a sigh, causing the other three to frown.

Suddenly, the warning bell rang, indicating that they had to get to their classes.

"Welp, I gotta get to Math. See ya!" Harry waved in good-bye as he walked into the school.

"I got to get to PE. See ya, Tiger." MJ waved before following the students hustle in M3.

"Well, Gwen. We better get to English." Peter stated as he got up.

"Y-Yeah. Let's go." Gwen agreed. Both Gwen and Peter entered M3 with other students following as well.

During their walk to their class, Gwen was mentally jumping with joy at the chance to spend time with Peter.

'WOHOO!'

A/N: Well, here's chapter 1. To be honest, I don't know what Marine boot camp or the recruiting process is like but someday I'll go through it since I want to join. This fic has been in my head for a long time so I had to get it out since it's costing me sleep. Yes, you can join the military at age 17 with the consent of your parents. It is slightly AU but with a mix of SSM (Spectacular) and the comics (In which I shamefully admit read a few :( )I made Peter's parents and Uncle Ben U.S Marines, with Uncle Ben being a retired one. Hopefully, you all know what happens to Peter at a Oscorp or ESU field trip. Peter isn't aware that his Uncle was a former U.S Marine but he will find out soon. Liz Allan, Sally Avril, Glory, Kenny, and the rest will make themselves known in the second chapter. Again, I did not make this fic to disrespect our military, I simply was curious as to how Spider-Man would turn out to be if he were to join the military. By the way, Aunt May was not in the military.

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