Peter was angry, he had an argument with his aunt and uncle just an hour ago. A part of him knew, the argument was stupid, uncalled for, they weren't at fault for Peter's bad mood. But he had been in a bad mood ever since that stupid little spider bite, it had hurt, and that had bothered Peter, but the side affects had been much more bothersome. Fair enough, now he had super strength and could stick to walls, something that would help accomplish his dream of being a hero, but his guardians came between him and that dream.

"It's too dangerous." "Why not work towards something better." "You shouldn't fight."

Peter knew they were right, it was dangerous, Peter should just study something, and fighting was wrong. But ever since he was little, watching Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk, Thor, all this awesome superheroes! They made him want to be one too, to fight! But Peter really wasn't that kinda kid, he was a skinny, geeky kid, but not anymore, now he was strong and fast and... sticky... okay, maybe May and Ben had no idea about this, well there was no maybe to it.

A man suddenly shoved Peter, "hey get out of the way!"

Peter moved out of the way, glaring at this man who was leaving at an elevated speed, Peter's spider sense went of, and he turned to see Flash.

"Thief!" he shouted, running.

Peter knew, he could help, he had the physical ability to do so but... well, he shouldn't fight or try to be a hero, it's what his family wanted. He laughed and walked of, ignoring the commotion.

He purposefully staid up way past his bed time, just to ignore his aunt and uncle. But eventually he was tired and knowing he had school the next day, he began to move towards his home. As he got close he began to notice the commotion. When he got there, he saw the police cars, the ambulance, the two bodies covered by a blanket... well, there were more bodied than that, but only two mattered to Peter in that instant.

"Sorry, this is a crime scene, you need to leave," a police officer told Peter, who didn't know how long he had been staring, the kid nodded and turned around, leaving the scene.

Peter leaves, he find a bench in an empty park, he sits down, and cries. He had no idea what to do, where to go... he stays there, he cries, until there are no tears left to cry, then he wishes, wishes it was all a nightmare, it felt so unreal after all. But he knows that it isn't, somehow, he just knows. It isn't the first time he goes through this, his parents... and now, his last family.

Peter moves over to a bin, he throws up, then gets up, begins to walk towards the police station, it's morning. Peter knowns he spent all night crying in a park, but doesn't care. He passes one of those typical shops with all the TVs in the window, all with the same channel, the news. Peter pauses and starts staring at it.

The news is boring, rain expected later, school wins prize, lost dog found... then, what he was waiting for, five people killed in shooting by minor robber, and the image of said robber, that makes Peter freeze, he knows that man, and nothing else in the news matters, because this was his fault, he should have done something, he didn't. He turns around, he isn't going to the police station.

He runs, runs so fast, he climbs a building, a tall one, and once at the very top, someplace nobody else goes, he cries, and screams. He sits there, he hates himself, he looked at the edge, he thinks of jumping, but then he changes his mind, he looks at his hands, he has a power, a power that didn't save five people, because he didn't want to, but a power, that could save people. Peter couldn't throw that away.

Peter was Spiderman, and Spiderman would help, no matter what.