A New Beginning

Spoody: Glad hat you think so! My biggest worry is not representing the characters well but I'm glad to hear I'm doing a good job, and thanks again for the alt cover!

Guest 1: I try to kind of mix the character together with the story, obviously I don't have a ending set since the show isn't over yet but I'll probably mix it together with this story.

A Lamp: Hope you like this volume!

TeenofAction44D: While I understand why some people like yourself aren't a fan of the YangxPeter relationship I want to stress this story might have some romance in it, it's an action and adventure story first and foremost.

awsomerebel55: I was going for a more focused beginning but this one will be around the length of the actual Volume, or I'll try to at the very least.

DT999: unfortunately I can't put a link up on the story but if you type in my username and deviantart into google then you should find it should find it easily.

treyalexander63917: The way I see it she saw that while she could try and fight otto, in fact she wanted to but before she could they went under the docks where she couldn't access as easily as Spider-Man or Otto.

Atom king: I decided to continue :)

"So the boy is a product of yours?" the man asked.

The woman let out a chuckle at his question, "Not directly no, I saw what he would become and I simply decided to let it play out. I was nothing more than a fly on the wall for that." she explained before taking a sip of her tea and setting it down on the small platter in her other hand.

"He is a very interesting young man….but how were you certain how his path would play out?" he asked.

She shrugged, "I didn't. I just knew he would use his gifts as he saw fit, and I trusted him with it." she said, looking down at her tea and using her spoon to stir it.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when the two young men finished putting their gear on, "You're sure this will work?" Robert said as he finished adjusting the yellow arm and kneepads on his orange jumpsuit, holding his matching bike helmet in his other hand as his partner finished putting his gloves on. Robert took the board off from his back and tossed it down on the ground, the two and a half foot long yellow board's underside glowed as it sat suspended a few inches above the ground.

The back of the board a pair of rockets on them that could speed him up to a hundred miles an hour, fastening his shoes to the board he hopped on the board and looked at his partner. Herman's shock gauntlets were clunky looking with the knuckles of the gloves sparked yellow with electrical energy from the dust crystals used to power it. He wore a brown vest over his yellow plaid patterned jacket and matching pants. He also had a matching ski mask with black goggles over the mask with a brown stipe over the top of the head.

Herman looked out from the alley as the armored car pulled to a stop in front of a bank, 'Alright go!" he said to his partner who shot out from the alley as the guards of the van stepped out, ramming into one with enough force to send him down the street before circling around the truck as the other guard un-holstered his weapon and ran around the hood of the vehicle to check on his friend before a shockwave sent him into the hood of the truck as Herman ran past him to the back of the truck.

His partner awaited him with impatience, "Come on! Hurry up!" he insisted as Herman reached the back doors and pulling both his arms back as his gauntlets charged before slamming them into the rear doors and bashing them off their hinges. Inside were boxes full of Lien. Robert pulled a bag out from his pocket, "Hurry and load it up! I'll rocket to the van and get back." he said.

Herman nodded before stepping into the truck, just as he was about to take one of the longboxes out from the truck, a sticky substance hit his back and yanked him out of the truck onto his partner, both of them falling with Herman landing on top of Robert, "Hey! Get off me!" Robert yelled before they where both covered in a circular light of red with black lines over it in the shape of a web with two large white eyes with black tipped rims. They both looked up at the source, "Oh no not you!"

Atop the streetlamp stood the red and blue costumed hero known to Vale as Spider-Man, with his hands proudly on his hips as the light shined from his waist, "Yep. Again, what is this guys like the third time this month?" he asked before diving off the post as they managed to get back on their feet, Herman charged at him, "Shocker, how's the face doing?" he asked before the thief threw the punch, the hero easily flipping over him.

"What?" Herman asked as Spider-Man connected a strand of webbing to the top of his outstretched hand. As the vigilante landed behind him, he pulled back on the webbing, causing Shocker to punch himself in the face, the force sending him back into the rear of the truck out cold.

"That bad huh? Well get some ice on it, you'll be fine." he said, his Spider Sense rang in his skull and caused him to duck as Robert flew past him on his hoverboard with his arm extended in an attempt to clothesline the interloper. "Nice try Rocket Racer," the teen said, firing a web to the top of the engines on his board and attaching it to the ground.

The abrupt stop coupled with the inertia sent the racer flying off his board and into the air, thankfully he was spared injury as the webhead sprayed a large net of webbing in the middle of the road to catch him and trap him. Spider-Man retrieved Shocker from the back of the truck and tossed him into the web beside Rocket as he struggled to escape. 'Well it's been fun guys, good exercise for me to be honest. So what do you think of the new Spidey Signal? Cool right?" he asked.

"When I get out this I'm going to shove that board of mine straight up you-MMPH!" Rocket Racer was stopped as his mouth was covered in a glob of webbing.

"I know right? I was out swinging the other day and I thought to myself, 'Spidey, you need a brand. And not a spider because that could mean anything. Maybe your face?' so I went home, threw this puppy together with a old belt and a LED light and some paint and presto! Spider Signal." he said proudly, ignoring what Robert was saying as the sound of sirens began to close in on the street. "Whelp, that's my cue. See you next time guys!" he said as he spun a webline and swung up into the air away from the scene of the crime.

Stopping on the side of a building down the street from the armored truck, he scaled up the wall without any struggle and with little effort until he came to the edge where a camera had been planted to the side by webbing. "Pictures? Check. Bad guys stopped? Check, check." he said, his heard turning to the nearby train tracks as the midnight run to Patch approached. "Make the train on time? Checkety, check, check!" he said, pouncing off the wall to the top of one of the cars as it passed by.

As the train made off towards the bridge connecting Patch to the Kingdom of Vale, the hero took his mask off, letting the night air wash over Peter's face as the train sped towards home. I can stop by the Bugle tomorrow after school and drop off the photos, pick up my check, and then maybe do something with a certain blonde bombshell. Oh yeah, life is good! Peter thought to himself as the train continued through the night.

Tell me there's something better, go ahead and try. the teen thought cockily.

Meanwhile

Professor Ozpin watched the security camera's live feed with interest as it showed the vigilante known as Spider-Man foiled an attempted armored car robbery. He had asked a associate in the Vale Police Department to call him in case he had heard anything regarding Vale's Vigilante, his associate thankfully agreed under the assumption that the headmaster sought a way to capture Spider-Man.

In truth, Ozpin wasn't sure what to think of him when he first heard of him, a masked man running around Vale and evading the police made him sound like a criminal at first. However the headmaster had dug deeper, the 'victims' of his crimes all told of how the wall crawler would swing in and help out before he was either left or was yelled at by the people he save to leave them alone or risk being sued. And as bad as that was the man couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at the circumstances.

So he had sought out this Spider-Man and had unearthed a few facts, first and foremost was that despite his self-appointed name the vigilante was not a full grown man but a teenager. Given how tall he was along with his voice it was easy to tell whoever was under the mask was still going through puberty, another fact he had learned was that whoever he was, Spider-Man didn't aura.

Most of the reports detail how when Spider-Man was hit, and that in of itself was a rarity given his reflexes, reaction time, an agility, he would be minorly injured. And that would also indicate that he used no semblance to fight, but that seemed impossible given the feats he could perform.

He had also deduced that Spider-Man was not a faunus as many people suspected. At first glance, one would think the fact he can spray webbing from his wrists would be enough to support that, however Ozpin had asked that a sample of the substance could be brought to Beacon and looked over with their equipment. Professor Peach, Beacon's Biology professor, looked over the substance and she told him that the webbing wasn't organic. Not only that but the chemical composition of the webbing showed that whoever made this must have made it capable of holding somewhere around one hundred and twenty pounds per square millimeter.

To say that the professor was impressed and fascinated with the substance was a understatement.

And finally he had discovered that Spider-Man is from the Kingdom of Vale, more precisely the island of Patch. His original sightings were all there for the most part with a few exceptions where he appeared in the Kingdom itself.

Put all this together and Ozpin was left with a surprising conclusion, whoever Spider-Man was he had no formal combat training from any of the Combat schools in Remnant, but he possessed near genius level intellect. And somehow he was strong enough to lift about ten tons at rest, dodge gunfire at close range, and stick to sheer surfaces without any type of equipment whatsoever.

"Hmmm…very interesting indeed…..but the biggest question I have is why your doing this young man." he said to himself, pausing the video at the part where Spider-Man swung directly past the camera.

(Play "The Underdog" by Spoon)

Peter Parker wore a pair of brown slacks as well as a pair of black sneakers as well as a grey long sleeve shirt under his blue button up, looking himself over in the mirror on his door he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag slinging it over his shoulder. "I got about ten minutes till the train comes, plenty of time." he said to himself as he opened the door to his room and quickly made his way downstairs to the kitchen.

Aunt May was sitting at the table with her scroll in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other which she was in mid sip when Peter entered, "Sweetie what have you been doing? Your going to be late." She asked as Peter walked over to the fridge and pulled out a small plastic bottle of orange juice from the shelf and closed the door. Twisting the top off he gulped the drink down as May shook her head, "A pig, I've raised a pig haven't I?" she asked herself as Peter threw the now empty bottle in the trash and walked over to her, giving her an affectionate kiss on her head.

"No you didn't but I gotta run, love you May!" he called out as he ran out the door and out onto the sidewalk towards the train station. Running there he made it just as the Train was about to pull out of the station and into Vale. Using his metro card to pay, he boarded the train just as the doors began to close, catching his ride to school.

Peter managed to find a seat next to the window just as the train passed over the bay between Patch and Vale, there were also tunnels beneath the water that connected the island to the mainland but without a car there wasn't really a point to take that route. But the train was faster and never had traffic jams.

Pulling his scroll out his pocket, Peter tapped the cracked screen and brought up the Daily Bugle home page, the first thing to come up was one of his photos of him as Spider-Man with him in front of the large web containing Shocker and Rocket Racer with the headline, Spider-Man Robs Armored Truck! making Peter frown. Jonah has been at this for the past month since I beat Doc Ock, what do I need to do to make him like me? Save a baby from a burning building? Who am I kidding, he'd pin the fire on me in the first place. the teen thought to himself.

As the train slowed to a halt, Peter stood up from his seat and made his way out of the train car and onto the platform across the street from Midtown Magnet, or as it was more widely known as M2 . As he descended the stairs to the street, he quickly crossed the road just as a expensive looking car further down the street pulled up to the sidewalk, out the back door stepped Harry Osborn, closing the car door shut he caught sight of Peter and waved to him, "Hey Pete. How was the train today?" he asked as he walked over to his only friend at the school.

True to his word, Harry had begun attending Midtown shortly after Spider-Man saved him at the Pier from Otto, and since Peter was the only person he knew at school, the two instantly became friends. "Normal, how was getting driven here by a chuffer?" Peter joked, making Harry roll his eyes as he put his hands into the front pocket of his dark green hoodie.

Harry's wealth had ostracized him from most people at Midtown, be it from envy or just not clicking with Harry, Flash and Kong continued to call him Richie Rich because they knew he hated it. "Boring as usual. I tell you ever since that crap at the pier, my dad has put on a leash so short it might as well be for a gerbil." the Osborn heir complained as the two of them entered the school.

Walking up the stairs to the third floor, the two entered homeroom and took their seats near the window that looked out to the quad in the middle of campus. Peter looked to the front of the classroom where Mr. Slott was already seated, Peter and science went together like bread and butter but Harry on the other hand….

He was currently staring at the schedule for the week, they had a test on Friday and it was currently Wednesday. "I'm so going to fail." he said dreadfully before setting his head down on their desk. Peter gave him a sympathetic look, Harry was a good student in most of his classes but he struggled in Science.

"You'll be fine if you just study." Peter reassured his friend, however Harry didn't seem so sure. He gave Harry a smile, "Tell you what, how about I help you? I could tutor you in science, give you some reassurances." he suggested to his friend as he put a hand on his shoulder.

Harry sat up in his seat, "That could work…..tell you what, meet me at my place tonight and we can study then." he agreed, not noticing Peter's eyes widen. He hadn't been invited to a friend's house since preschool. "That is unless you have a date." his friend added slyly, causing Peter's cheeks to flush and Harry to snicker to himself.

Peter met Yang Xiao Long a month ago and…..he was lovesick like a puppy.

However this was as far as the two had gotten in terms of a romantic relationship, Peter had meet up with Yang a whooping four times to hang out. The first was at the festival and that turned into a bust when Doc Ock showed up, but the second one was much better by a longshot. They had met up at a small dinner called The Bean to hang out and get to know each other better, Peter now knew that she and Ruby were Step sisters, she had a motorcycle named Bumblebee, and she had as bad sense of humor as he did with more puns involved.

Their third meeting was by chance on Patch when she and her sister Ruby where getting ammunition for their weapons….Peter just bought a candy bar from the storeowner. And their forth and most recent one had been when Yang had dropped by to give May some cookbooks she asked her father if she could borrow.

It was like Liz Allen but so much worse and better at the same time. He couldn't talk to Liz because A, Flash would kill him. B, he was Midtown Magnet's only professional wallflower. And C, he always got too nervous around her and could never start a friendly conversation with her. And this wasn't even mentioning everyone knew that Peter Parker was a friendzone waiting to happen.

But with Yang? She was one of the most friendly girls he ever met, but he barely knew anything about her aside that she wanted to be a huntress.

And that was problem number one with his dreams of wooing Yang, she was aspiring to be a huntress. She was going to be attending Beacon Academy just outside Vale, so even if he by some miracle managed to start dating her, she'd be out of his life faster than his parents. Of course he could plead with her not to, but Peter would never do that since it was Yang's decision, and even now he respected that.

Problem number two was simple. Peter was flat broke.

Number three, he was ninety nine percent sure that Yang didn't see him that way, she always referred to him as her friend, her bud, or her pal. It would sting a little, but it's better than nothing. That's all Peter Parker, I can't even begin to think what being Spider-Man brings to that list. The teen thought as the bell to first period rung, causing the chatter of the room to die down and the students take their seats.

School couldn't end soon enough for Peter, as soon as the final bell rang he was out the doors to the back of the school. Making his way onto the field, he suddenly felt the familiar rattle of his sixth sense go off as he felt something fast approach the back of his head. His instincts took over as he spun on his heel and in slow motion saw a giffball spinning towards him. He could easily catch it, it was still a few feet away when he sensed it, but he also had a pretty good feeling who threw it so that option was out. Man secret identities suck. Peter thought as he allowed the ball to hit him square in the chest.

Falling back onto the grass for good measure, he rubbed his chest where the ball had hit before he heard Flash's obnoxious laugh, "Nice hustle Penis Parker!" he said as he ran past the fallen teen and scooped the ball up off the ground and continued on to the green with Kong right behind him laughing to himself. The secret hero glared at them as they left, if he wanted to he could kick those two through the field goal like their ball.

"Need a hand Pete?" the teen turned his head to see Randy extended a hand to him, he gladly took it as the offensive lineman helped him up off the ground and onto his feet. As Peter patted the grass off himself he looked back as Flash and Kong practicing, "They can be jerks but they ain't all bad." Randy said.

"If you say so, thanks Randy." Peter said as he gave him a wave, making his way across the field and between the visitor's bleacher's and out into the parking lot behind them. Making his way though the rows of cars, he quickly ran across the road towards a boarded off alleyway. Making sure that no one was looking his way before leaping over the fence onto the other side.

He quickly took off his clothes down to his underwear, opening his bag up he retrieved his costume and put on his booties, pants, and torso of his suit. He then pulled out two silver bands that clipped around his wrists, his own custom made webshooters that he developed himself, complete with a fully loaded web cartridge. Slipping his red gloves on over his hands and wrists he adjusted them so the nozzle for each poked out through the slit in the fabric he made, poking out where his wrist and palm met. And lastly came the mask, pulling it down over his head he adjusted it so that the lines connected on the neck and he could see though both plastic lens.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he bent his legs and launched himself straight up into the air and onto the ledge of one buildings. "Finally!" he shouted as he shot out a webline and pulled himself through the air and begun to swing through the Kingdom of Vale. As much as he didn't mind school, Peter would be lying if he said he'd rather be cooped up inside of high school of instead of web swinging outside.

Spraying a web he swung over buildings in the direction of the Daily Bugle, Oh yeah this is what I need. Streach my arms and my webs….ugh, that was totally a Yang level pun. he groaned to himself as he shot out another web from his wrist as he passed around an apartment complex. He flew out towards the street before shooting a line to change direction and go over traffic, waving at a pair of kids who were sticking their heads out of the sunroof of their car. Man what I would give for just one date with her.

The vigilante grabbed a new strand of webbing with two hands as he swung around the side of a skyscraper, just before he could press the stud in his palm he heard the shrieking of car tires down below. Looking down he saw a out of control car swerve through the streets. Spraying a webline down, his momentum carried him after the car and he caught up with it in no time, Alright I'll just-Oh crap! he tought as he looked ahead to see the crosswalk up ahead was filled with people.

"Alright! Physics don't fail me now!" he shouted as he swung ahead of the car and landed in front of the crosswalk, planting himself down he opened his arms up as the car closed in and grabbed it just as it collided with him and lifted it up over his head. Spider-Man heard the people behind him gasp and yell out in awe at the sight, if he was honest he could hold this car up all day long if he wanted to but with his lack of experience in the field of balancing cars as he was sure someone else had, he gently as he could put it back down onto the road as the tires stopped rotating.

The driver stumbled out onto the pavement as Spider-Man approached him, "Hey you ok? Your car was-"

"Get away from me!" the man said as he backed away, "You nearly broke my neck! What where you thinking!?" he shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at the vigilante.

"I was thinking you were going to run over those people but hey. sorry for stopping you." Spider-Man responded sarcastically before shooting a line and swinging away, the driver yelling out a threat of lawsuit against the teen as he did. That was neither the first nor the last time Peter had received a negative response for helping someone out, he knew that over three fourths of the Kingdom of Vale didn't like him.

It was for a number of reasons, number one was because he was a masked vigilante with apparent super powers running around doing whatever he wanted to do. Peter could see why of course, if it were someone else doing what he did then he would probably feel the same way. Another reason that he didn't understand or even like however was because people thought he was a faunus, if they didn't like him because he was guy in spandex is one thing, but if people hated him because they thought he was a different race?

May and Ben Parker taught him that they were all people and should treat everyone as such. And if anyone had a problem with that…..well he never thought he'd ever hear his uncle say THAT about someone.

The teen pushed those memories aside as the Bugle came into view, anchoring himself on the side of the building he crawled up the side of the building to a small window that led into a broom closet on the bullpen floor. Pushing it open, he entered the room and changed out of his costume and into his street clothes. Walking to the door, he turned the knob and peeked out to see if anyone was in the hall before exiting the room and walking out towards the open floor.

Walking past the number of desks, he smiled as he saw Betty Brant at the reception desk outside Jonah's office. The faunus looked up at him and smiled, "Hey Peter, got some photos?" she asked as he walked up and sat on her desk.

"Yeah, is he in?" Peter asked, pointing to the door to Jonah's office, he had learned not to barge in unannounced on JJ, every time he did he got an earful. How Betty or Robby weren't deaf from JJ's constant yelling was anyone's guess.

She nodded before getting back to work, Peter hopped off the desk and knocked on the door before entering the office, "Parker! Where have you been!?" Jonah yelled as Peter entered the room, nearly making the teen jump.

Jonah John Jameson was Peter's worst critic, but he was also the only source of income Peter got from selling photos of himself as Spider-Man. "School?" Peter responded with a shrug before walking over and taking the photos he printed out and handing them over to him, "These are from a armored car robbery late last night," he explained as Jonah took the photos and went through them.

He settled on a picture of Spider-Man looking over the truck from the streetlamp while Shocker and Rocket Racer, "Here's tomorrow's headline! Spider-Man and his Friends Foiled In Fencing Lien! Oh that's good." he said aloud with pride in his voice while Peter stared at him with shock.

"What?! Spider-Man stopped those two from stealing from the truck, in fact look he leaves them webbed up for the police!" he said, showing Jonah the picture as proof.

"He must have double crossed them like he did with Vulture." Jonah responded simply as Peter looked at him ridiculously, "Listen Parker I make the headlines around here, you just take the pictures. How much you want for them?" he asked, Peter still looking unpleased with the situation.

Jonah was a cheapskate, Peter found this out the hard way when he found that most freelance photographers get paid a good sum more than he does for his photos. "Three hundred fifty." he said plainly.

"That's outragus! Two hundred." Jonah bartered back.

"Three hundred." Peter replied, not backing down.

"Two seventy five and that's me being generous." Jonah said, putting his foot down with just how much he would willingly pay for the photos. And Peter could only nod in acceptance at the money, he needed it.

Harry certainly doesn't though. Peter thought to himself as he looked up at the high rise that the Osborn's lived on top of. He had called Aunt May earlier and told him about the study session that he had with Harry and she more than encouraged him to go hang out with his friend. Walking into the lobby of the apartment complex, he approached the desk and found a AI hologram of a man as the receptionist, 'Hello! How may I help you today sir?' the program asked politely.

"I'm here to see Harry Osborn. Help him study." Peter explained, he knew that AI could be either a very complex machine that could theoretically think for itself, or just a smart toaster. Either way he wanted to be clear.

'Ah! I have your appointment, please head to the elevator.' it instructed, Peter walked over to the dual doors as they opened. Entering the box, he saw that there were no buttons to select floors, it was completely automated as the elevator rose up the shaft to the top floor.

As the doors slid open again, Peter found Harry waiting for him, "So Pete, what do you think?" he asked as he led his friend into the main room, a large open room with a chimney in the center with a large fire place at it's base with a wide screen HD projection screen on the brick. On one side of room was the kitchen and dining room and the other was the living room with a large 'L' shaped couch and square footstool in front of it. There was a stairwell to the right of the entrance that led up to the second floor of the penthouse as well as a large balcony outside the windows on the opposite side of the room.

"I think I really need to get a new place." Peter said in an almost trance like state as he made his way into the living room and set his bag down on the floor beside the couch. Peter looked up to see an intricate chandelier. "Harry should I….should I have dressed better?" he asked, suddenly feeling that he stuck out like a very sore thumb.

Harry shook his head, "Pete, your fine." he reassured as he took a seat on the couch as well, "Look my dad is in a meeting now and won't be done until tonight. An hour of study and you can get back to your Aunt and her insanely good cooking." he said, making Peter's eyes roll as he got his notes from his bag and got to work with Harry.

Meanwhile upstairs in his office, Norman Osborn was sitting at his desk with a projection in front of him, on the screen was silhouette of a man. 'And you're sure you can provide what me and my associates want Norman?' the man's distorted voice asked, 'I warn you that failure would be ill advised, my associates are not ones who look kindly on it.' the figure explained.

"I'm well aware. However what I'm curious about is why you don't do this yourself, you have the resources, the contacts, why come to me again of all people?" the scientist asked curiously.

'They can be traced back to me. You however put yourself on the line by doing this, if it's revealed then it falls onto you. Not me.' Norman's accomplice said bluntly, making Norman smirk. He apricated people who were straight with him even if he didn't like hearing the answer.

"Alright fine. But I want a guarantee. I give you someone you can use and I get what I want. Understood?" he asked.

'Clear as dust.' the projection said.

Peter walked out of Harry's place with pride.

He was happy that he was able to help Harry with his studies, in fact he was boasting that he might get B or C on the test. "Maybe I could tutor as a side job? Make some extra cash on the side while I work for the Bugle." he mused aloud as he made his way towards the train station to take him back to Patch. As he walked down the sidewalk however he watched as further down the street a man in a white coat flanked by men in black suits and red ties walked out from an alley.

Peter recognized the man in white coat and bowler hat, it was Roman Torchwick!

Roman was a well known thug and famous criminal in Vale, Peter had seen his wanted poster at the Daily Bugle bulletin board as well as on the news. As Roman crossed the street, Peter saw him heading for Schnee Dust Shop on the other side of the street. Alright! Spidey bags Roman Torchwick, gets his bad rep erased, and rub it in Jonah's face. Yeah, I can get behind that. Peter thought as he disappeared down the alley Roman and his entourage came from.

Roman walked through the front doors of the dust shop, walking up the register with his men behind him the cashier turned and saw them. He was a older man with a pair of spectacles resting on his nose, "Can I help you gentlemen?" he asked, his hand slowly reaching for the silent alarm button under the counter, recognizing Roman Torchwick from the news.

"Well gee, you sure can mister! You can start by not pressing that Alarm button." Roman said in a childlike and mocking tone, making the man freeze in place. Roman smirked as he looked at his men, "Empty the cases, all the crystals, and the dispensers…..oh and get me a drink. Nothing carbonated, you got anything like that?" he asked, as he looked back at the cashier before a red light shined through he front window over the thugs and Roman.

"Can I get one too? It get's a little hot in this costume." Spider-Man said as he hung upside down on a webline outside the window.

Roman looked over at Spider-Man, "Look webhead, you want in on this? Too bad, my score. Now get out of here before I we squash you like a bug. Or is it arachnid?" said, asking that last part to himself as the teen swung off his line through the open door to the wall inside the store.

"Arachnid, and I'm actually here for public service." he said as he shot a web at one of the thugs and pulled him into another one before sticking them both to the ground with a glob of webbing. The other five men, plus Roman, looked at him before all the men raised their guns at the vigilante, Spider-Man leapt from the wall as the bullets started flying. Landing on a handstand he flipped into one of the thugs, kicking him into one of the shelves with snacks on them.

Roman sighed as the wall crawler dodged more gunfire, the criminal made his way out the dust shop, knowing that this was a bust now. Spider-Man saw him leave, "Hey I'll be with you in a minute, don't leave!" Spider-Man called put as leapt back off a wall, elbowing one of the robbers in the face

He ducked under a swing and countered by turning and striking the assailant with a punch to the gut, sending him out the front door right behind Roman, Spider-Man looked over at the only employee who was standing behind the counter with a bewildered expression, "What are you waiting dude? Call the cops!" he said, snapping the man out of his daze before jumping out the door, swinging himself up by the top of the doorway so he flew over Roman's head and landed right in front of him, "Now did you really think I'd let you walk away?" he asked before Roman raised his cane and swung it at him.

Peter dodged the swing, crouching down at one that was aimed for his side before leaping up in a backflip as Roman tried a low sweep, kicking the criminal in the face as he flipped before landing perfectly on his feet. Roman sneered before attacking again, Spider-man took a step back from the cane before it came around again, Peter merely swatting it away, "So you going to give up?" the spider hero asked cheekily as he leaned back to dodge another swing at him.

Roman leapt back before pointing the cane at him, "No I don't think so. You on the other hand-" the end of his cane flipped up with a reticle, Peter readied to dodge whatever came his way, but Roman instead pointed it back at the store, Making Spider-Man's eyes widen before a rocket fired out from it. "-well it's either me or the people inside." he said as the window of the store was blown out.

Spider-Man didn't hesitate to dive through the window of the shop, the small rocket had caused a fire right next to the dust dispensers. Think fast! Think fast! THINK FAST! Peter thought as he reached hishand out to the window and pressed down on the stud in his plam as he grabbed one fo the thugs from the floor and tossed him out intothe web he created. The next was the manager who he threw out easily.

The next was the other man he had knocked out, and finally there came the two he webbed to the ground who were screaming in terror, Spider-Man grabbed the webbing and pulled the two off the ground, taking a few tiles with them, before throwing the into the mess of the web net outside. "Ok that's every-" Peter started before his Spider Sense vibrated up his spine.

KABOOOM!

Spider-Man was sent flying through the air from the explosion into the side of the building across the street, making a indent on the wall before hitting the sidewalk. Peter let out a painful groan as he rolled over onto his back, looking over he saw that the people from the shop were safe in the web he made. "Oghhhahhh." Peter groaned out as he sat up, his costume was burned on the shoulder, had a hole on the back where the spider was, his pants were torn up, and one of his lenses were cracked. "Oh man….I just made this suit." he said to himself before the ringing in hisears died down enough for him tohear sirens closing in.

Running into the alleyway he grabbed his bag with his clothes in them before swinging away from the scene as the police closed in. Standing on a rooftop a few blocks away, he had a clear view of the fire department as they took care of the fire. "Great, I'm probably going to get blamed for that too….and Roman got away. All because I got cocky." he said to himself.

Spraying a webline, he flew through the air towards the train to Vale. As he flung himself into the air, he pressed own on both the studs in his hands as he approached two buildings on either side of him, only to hear a 'Pfft!'

"Oh come on I'm out of-!" he began before he crashed through a chimney on a rooftop and bouncing off the surface of the roof and falling down to the top of the building over the ledge.

"Ouch." Peter squeaked out.

Peter landed on his neighbor's rooftop as quietly as he could, he had missed the train to Vale and had to wait until midnight for the next train. He had called Aunt May and told that he missed the train and he'd be home late. While she wasn't for the idea, she understood it was beyond his control. Jumping across the way to the ide of his house, he climbed around the side to the window to his room, "May has to be asleep now. Good thing too, I don't want her seeing me like this." Peter said to himself as he entered his room.

Shutting the window, he pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his bed before walking over and flopping down on it, "Today sucked. I get my name tarnished, I get blown up, I get my suit jacked up, and the bad guy gets away. And I got the whole thing on camera to prove it." He said aloud as he took his costume off.

For someone who was just caught in a Dust explosion, the worst Peter had was a small cut on his forehead and a large bruise on his back with some small burns. He stuffed the costume under his bed before changing into his bed clothes, a tank top and boxers.

As he was about to go to sleep however he noticed something on his nightstand, a plate of brownies and a note. Reaching over he unfolded the note, 'Peter, I know from the way you spoke you had a bad day. But I want you to know something, we all have bad days like that, but the most important thing is not to let them drag you down and hold you back. You need to Keep Moving Forward, and just know that if you ever get stuck, you have me to pull you out. Love May.'

'P.S. Don't worry about the brownies, they're a gift from the neighbors.'

Peter couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face after reading the note left for him, So what if Roman got away? Or that my suit got trashed, I saved everyone. That's all that matters….that's a win today. Peter thought as he took a bite from one of the brownies. MMmmmmm, Harry's right, Aunt May makes the best food. he thought as he laid back on his bed and began eating.

And you know what? Tomorrow may be better or worse, but I still have this amazing person looking out for me, who loves and cares for me. He thought to himself as he crossed his feet and put a hand behind his head.

Tell me there's something better. Go ahead, try.

Opening: (Play Spider-Man PS1 theme)

AN: Well by opening I mean for this volume the intro song is the Spider-Man ps1 theme song. Likehow at the end of Volume 1's first episode there was 'This Will Be The Day' for the ending theme but was the opening for the rest of the volume.